by Faye Parker
Because you’re my true Master, aren’t you?
“Yes, you’ll be fully coached. You can go back to the pool and relax for awhile. You’ll be called when I’m ready to begin your training.”
Cyril let go of my shoulder. Was that it? I wanted to know more. I knew that I would primarily be sharing my milk. If I wanted to go further, I could, but I didn’t think I would, not with that many strangers. I went further with Cyril, but that was different.
I wished Cyril led me away. I wished he helped me back to the pool, because I was having trouble, my mind swimming in images of being spread out on a table, men around me, wanting to feast on my plump, delicious tits. And Keller preparing me for it. That was the best part.
Keller called for me.
The workers brought me to the changing room’s door, then they left me there, expecting me to go in. Once I went inside, Keller waited with a wide smile.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked me.
I walked closer to him, strutting past the racks of outfits. Once I got closer, I noticed he was standing next to a sheer strip of white and black cloth, which must’ve been what I would be wearing. All of me would be exposed in it.
“I’m ready, Sir,” I said, beaming at him, showing him my big eyes, so he could get lost in them.
He drew closer. We were far too close.
I was being drawn in. So close, the attraction threatened to bring my lips to his. That would be a major offense. No one touched Keller. But he was that close, where it seemed like at any moment he might just bring his lips to mine.
His sights turned to the sheer outfit.
“You’ll be wearing this,” he said, picking it up.
I took it, then wrapped it around my bathing suit, checking to see how it would fit me. It would need to be draped over my naked body. If I moved, even slightly, it would fall from me, but it would be easier once I was laying on the table.
“There’ll be a lot of guests there. To help you get more comfortable at first, you’ll be blindfolded. Eventually, the blindfold will be taken off.”
“Will you be there?” I asked him. I wanted to put my hands on his chest, get closer. Please, be there. I needed him.
I didn’t think I could do it without him.
“Yes, I’ll be there the whole time,” he said.
“Good.”
He made the move before me. Keller took me by the hips. I sprang on my toes, almost jumping out. But he tightened his grip on me, and forced me to look at him, making sure I noticed as he pressed his lips closer for the kiss.
“I never do this, but I have to make an exception.”
Lips touching mine, he set me alight. My arousal blossomed, sprouting through me, then breaking free, leaving me weak and weary, high and out of it, thankful that my tongue worked with my mind blown. His tongue touching mine, I was in deep, succumbing to this wonderful feeling overtaking me.
How I managed to run my tongue against his, I’ll never know. When he broke away from me, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t do this, but I need to. I need to have you, Olivia.”
He reached my strap, snapping me free. His kissing traced the curve of my neck, making me shudder and hold onto him for support. Keller’s tongue grazed my collarbone, going lower, his hands helping me stand moving to my breasts.
Getting a hand full, caressing me with his palms, he let out a groan and I let out a moan.
“Your breasts are too fucking good to be true.”
“This is,” I moaned.
“I can feel how tender you are just by touching you. Damn, are you ever soft.”
His palms curved around my huge globes. His fingertips touched my sensitive center. Plucking my nipples, he applied pressure, and I squealed, jolting in his grasp. I almost fell back but he caught me.
“Easy,” he said. Then he dove in, his tongue slipping over my tits. I panted, my bikini bottom so wet, and my pussy so ready to be filled.
I would release all over him. Forget the party. I wanted to give Keller his fill. I wanted to give him it all.
He could have his fill, but then I wanted him to fill me.
“Keller,” I moaned. His tongue flashed over my nipple. Then his expert touch, forefinger and thumb on my other nipple, squeezed me, and the rush hit. My milk flowed to the top, then spurted.
Keller caught it. He suctioned off my nipple, kneading me with his lips and his teeth. I groaned, grinding against his hard cock. My milk drained to the back of his throat. He chugged, getting a good taste of me, but then pulled away.
Milk continued to dribble. I was making a mess. He snatched me by the chin, telling me, “No, stop,” over and over, pleading with me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. I want more, but we need to save you. That’s all I should have for now.”
“Please, Keller,” I begged him. “You can have me. You can have it all.”
He let go of me. He turned away. His tongue glanced over his lips. Without his touch, my breasts stopped pumping.
“Let’s save more for later,” he said, snatching me up again, this time with an added kiss. That kiss was a promise. He let it linger, then he broke away again.
“I would lick up what I missed, but I’m afraid you’d start lactating again.”
“You can’t leave me like this,” I told him. My breasts panged. It wasn’t the only needy thing. My sex wanted him inside as well. His hard cock touching me, I thought I might be able to grind against him and get off, but he pulled away.
“I’m sorry. At least now you’re prepared.”
He took me by the hips again. My cheeks burned. I needed to look away. I wanted to tug at him, pull him to my breasts, but I contained my needs somehow.
“Cyril wasn’t lying. You have the most beautiful taste, but that’s not the only thing I want.”
“You want more?” I ran my fingers across his taut stomach, trailing down to his cock, still hard and pressing against his zipper. “You can have it.”
“I’ll have it later. Right now, you’re going to share.” He kissed me. “Remember, I’ll be there the whole time, watching. And who knows? Maybe I’ll join in.”
It was hard to believe I would soon be spread out on a dining table, ready for the billionaire Cyril and his friends to indulge. It was hard to break away from Keller, but he kissed me again, and told me he would be there the whole time.
“Now go put that on. I’m looking forward to seeing it on you.”
Doing as he said, I got dressed into the outfit, flowing fabric that wound around my curvy frame.
Then he took my hand, leading me to the dining room for the feast.
It was dimly lit, the only light being from steel candelabras on the wall. The table was massive, stretching the whole length of the room, more like a conference table than anything someone would eat at. There would be plenty of room for the men to walk around, plenty of space for them to get their hands and tongues on me.
“On the table,” Keller commanded.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice wavering. It was clear how nervous I was. He helped me up, then laid me down, fixing my outfit so that the sheer would cross over my nipples. Eventually, I would be stripped bare, but as they walked in, they would be greeted to a tempting view.
“Master, are you going to join in?”
“I might,” he said, taking a step back, admiring me on the middle of the table. I could see the firm outline of his cock. He was still turned on and hard over tasting me. I liked that. It brought me some dearly needed confidence for what I was about to do. If I could turn Keller on like that, I should have no problem feeding all these horny men. I had the admiration of the Master of the house.
“I’d like it if you did.”
“I’ll be watching, instructing. Trust me, I haven’t gotten enough of you yet, Olivia.”
I wanted to continue, but I didn’t want to be annoying ab
out it. I thought it better to concentrate on the task at hand. Keller helped me with that by bringing out a blindfold.
“You’ll put this on. It should help with the immediate shock, because trust me, it will be very exciting having so many guests wanting you at once.”
He slipped it over me, then tied it tight. The glow from the candles was the only thing I could see. It was too bad that he needed to blindfold me. Keller looked incredibly handsome in the soft glow of the candles. Maybe looking at him the entire time, watching as he got off to me being shared might be even better than being blindfolded.
It was certainly a romantic atmosphere. I waited patiently, unsure what he was doing, imaging Keller bringing his stiff cock out and pleasuring himself to me. My juices ran, getting my thighs sticky with my sweetness. I brushed them together, wanting to be set off.
“Don’t move too much at first,” Keller said, placing his hand on my thigh. That touch felt incredible. I wanted to roll my hips so his fingers inched their way to the inside of my thighs, but that would be disobeying him, so I didn’t.
“Master, come here,” I said, and I reached out, grasping at the air. He leaned down, letting me curl my fingers around his collar. I tugged at him gently, bringing him near my lips.
I whispered to him, telling him softly and sweetly, “I only want to share my milk with them, but with you, I want to give everything.”
“Fuck, Olivia. If you keep tempting me like that, I’m going to have to call this off. Be a good cow and wait patiently. No one will have that sweet pussy of yours, only me, I promise.”
I settled in, thankful that he would stop them from going there. My sex was off limits. That was strictly for Master Keller. I couldn’t believe it. Soon, he would claim me. I would be more than a worker to him, maybe his lover? For now, I heard his footsteps head to the double doors leading to the kitchen.
It was time for me to be shared.
My milk wasn’t strictly for Keller now. Now it was for the hungry, horny guests.
I heard the doors swing open, then the shuffling of feet, followed by a voice I recognized, Cyril’s. The billionaire stood next to me. I couldn’t help but flinch.
“Look at her,” he said, speaking low, like he couldn’t believe it.
No one else said a word. I heard some groans of approval though.
It was hard to remain still on the table with the men, or women around me. Who knew what sex they all were? How many were there? It sounded from the shuffling that there was more than three, but I couldn’t be sure.
My natural reaction was to reach up and take my blindfold off, but I forced myself not to, instead I kept my wrists pressed hard into that solid table. My thighs shook, preparing themselves to be spread apart. Before anyone touched me, the milk rose, teasing me, purposefully unsettling me at that critical moment.
I wanted to say something, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself. I didn’t want to start begging for them to help me lactate right away. Instead, I thought of Keller, my Master, in the corner, watching over me, admiring my lovely curves from a distance.
If he could wait, so could I.
The first touch.
My legs kicked, but I promptly pressed them against the table again. Someone touched my stomach, swaying their fingertips across my sensitive, soft skin. I flexed. They went higher, slowly crossing up to the edge of my breasts.
Now another hand, and another, fingers caressing my thighs, making me squirm. I rocked, my hips grinding, one of my straps slipping, the one near my right thigh. I was more exposed. My milk surged. I could feel it wanting to burst free. Any moment, and I felt like I would be a geyser on that table, overflowing everywhere.
“Look how sensitive she is,” Cyril said. I was surprised he didn’t claim first taste. Maybe he already did before he arrived.
My pussy remembered what he did to me before. I scrunched my fists, tightening, my sex sucking in, aching, wanting a man inside at last. Those hands swerved higher, getting closer to my sex, but then going lower to my thighs. Judging by how many hands I felt, I guess around four or five guests, including Cyril.
“A lovely cow,” I heard, and then there was a tug on the strap covering my breasts. Once that was taken off me, I wouldn’t last long.
They would need to hop onto the table at once and start sucking on my tits, because I was going to release.
Moaning, squirming from all the caressing, the strangers massaging me all over, and the strap slowly being pulled over my tender tits, I told them, “I’m not going to last long.”
“You heard her, boys, get ready to suck.”
“Line up to drink. Two at a time. One at a nipple.”
I squeezed my thighs, trying to contain myself, but it was no use. They tore the silk free from me, only keeping the tiny strand over my pussy. The men wasted no time in taking a tit.
“I’ve been dying for another taste, lovely cow,” I heard Cyril say, and then my nipple was plucked into someone’s mouth. Telling by how close his voice was, it was Cyril on my left tit, then someone else on the right, sucking me deeper into their mouth.
Sharing myself like that, I couldn’t contain my horniness or my milk. I erupted, my breasts pumping, giving them what they wanted.
“It’s coming,” I screamed. My shoulders pushed off the table. I thought I might flip off, but they held me down, keeping me pinned as I released. The two on my tits were granted their taste. I poured down their throats, filling them with my milk.
They sucked longer than I expected. They were on the table, holding me down, their heat and hard cocks pressing into me.
Then they pulled away.
“Best thing on Earth,” I heard one growl.
“Told you,” Cyril said, then he pushed more ahead. “Hurry, she’s still going.”
I continued to flow. I felt another hand on my shoulder, keeping me pinned, and I focused on that, pretending that it was Keller. Maybe it was. He would be watching, loving how I pleasured the men and myself by granting them my taste.
Two more suckled from my tits. There was a worry that I might not be able to last, because someone said, “Hey, make sure I get a taste,” but I continued, drenching their tongues. The last man to leave flicked his tongue a little on my tit before he left, giving me a jolt. Fuck, I wanted to be pleasured. I was so turned on.
“Yes, more,” I said.
I heard chuckles around me. What was so funny?
“She’s the one asking for more. I think I’m in love,” someone said.
“There is one and only Olivia,” Keller said.
Keller’s voice. My breasts pumped more for him. Two more came up, pulling me deep into their mouths, draining me. The milk started to slow, but they forced it out with the help of their friends caressing the underside of my breasts.
They were sure to get everything from me.
“Would you like your blindfold off, Olivia?” Keller asked.
I shook my head. I wanted to keep it a mystery.
However, if it was Keller sucking me, I wanted to see. The last two guests pulled off my nipples. Dribbles of milk streamed down my waist, clenching and relaxing, unable to decide whether I needed to be prepared for more or not.
They let me rest.
It was fine to let my breasts rest. But what of my other needs? All of my milk just couldn’t be taken like that, and I be put out for a feast without getting any relief. A girl has her needs.
Another jolt of arousal hit me when they let me loose. They needed to pin me down again. I panted, trying to catch my breath. My adrenaline was running. Someone’s hand streaked through my hair, and if I didn’t hear Keller’s voice after it, I would’ve been annoyed.
“Easy, relax,” he said.
All of the guests taking the milk from me had been intense. I knew it would put a strain on me, but I wasn’t expecting it to be as powerful as this. There weren’t many experiences that compared to having a group of people adoring your naked body.
“You can leave,”
I heard, and I thought Keller might be talking to me, but I heard footsteps promptly lead away and the doors shut.
“It’s just Keller and Cyril,” I heard. I sprang onto my elbows.
Was that it? Was I done?
I was sure that the guests were pleased, but I wasn’t entirely through. Had the billionaire and my Master had enough? Had they been thoroughly pleased?
“Wait, don’t get up yet,” Keller said.
“We’re going to take the blindfold off. I hope that’s fine, since the others are gone.”
“Yes,” I said.
They took the blindfold off. Even with the soft glow of candles, I was sensitive to the light. It took a couple seconds for me to shake it off, and then I was glowing as well, beaming up at Keller and Cyril, standing watch over me.
“What’s next?” I asked, surprised that they hadn’t told me.
Please, give me more. I’m not through. This can’t be all, can it?
“That was just the first course, we thought you would want more, sweet cow. We want more,” Cyril said, his eyes lingering down at my sex, neatly hidden by that thin strap.
Keller ran his finger over my chest, bringing it up to my chin, keeping my head raised, my sights aligned with his. I didn’t want to look away, didn’t want to break the spell.
“You’ll suck Cyril off.”
Usually I would’ve been bashful, turning my sights away, pointing them downward, but with Keller’s confident gaze in line with mine, I simply nodded.
“Yes, Master, I’ll do whatever you want. If you want me to suck his cock, I’ll suck his cock.”
“Yes, I’d like you to suck him off until he finishes in your mouth. And while you’re doing that, don’t mind what I’m going to do to you.”
Don’t mind? Oh, whatever he was about to do, I would mind very much. How could he ask me not to mind?
He got on the table with me, positioning himself between my thighs. Yes, between my thighs, that spot meant I would soon be granted my wish. I could’ve screamed in happiness seeing him climb between my thighs, spreading me apart.