Good 'Till the Last Drop: Lactation Erotica Bundle
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Bree sat on her suitcase, bouncing on top of it to force it shut. Finally, she managed to reach around and drag the zipper across the protesting ridges. She sighed with relief and went downstairs to say goodbye to her husband and son. She paused to look at her reflection in the mirror on the landing of the stairs. Her honey-hued brown hair rested in soft waves down her back, and her face was smooth and glowing thanks to a touch of makeup. Her green eyes looked bright and rested and Bree was amazed at what a night of sleep, along with a blow dryer and some makeup, could do.
She walked into the kitchen and scooped her son, Miles, out of her husband’s arms. Lance, her husband, appraised her looks and smiled seductively.
“Any time for a quickie before you head to the airport?” he asked. Regretfully, Bree shook her head. Bree was wearing a short black skirt, with a curve hugging pink tank top. Her breasts were pushed up high and her cleavage bounced ever so slightly as she walked. Sighing, Lance trudged upstairs to lug her suitcase down the steps and into Bree’s waiting car trunk. Lance came back in for Miles and they walked Bree out to the car.
“Bye, Miles,” Bree cooed, kissing her son on the head. Miles was only two months old and she would miss him over the long weekend.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Lance said darkly, kissing Bree on the lips. Bree gazed at him innocently, “Like what?” she asked.
“You know what,” Lance warned. Bree smiled to herself, if only Lance knew what she had planned.
“Take good care of Miles,” Bree admonished and with one more swift kiss, she climbed into the car and sped off for the airport.
Freedom. Bree was off to Las Vegas for a bachelorette weekend and she took the phrase “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” to heart. She loved being a mother, but she had just spent eight grueling weeks adjusting to life with a newborn. She was going to let her hair down and be wild for the next three days.
Bree was breastfeeding and had packed her breast pump, but she had no intention of even taking the pump on the plane. Bree had decided she would seek other options for keeping her milk supply up during the weekend. She knew she would be able to find plenty of kinky partners who would be more than willing to press their lips to her swollen breasts and drink to their hearts’ content.
While Lance enjoyed her new, enormous breasts he viewed them mainly as a feeding source. Bree reveled in her new shape and had begged for Lance to drink her milk, the thought kinky and risqué. Since Lance had refused to partake, Bree decided she would use this weekend to indulge in her hottest fantasies. She was going to make the most of this trip.
***
As the plane touched down, Bree squinted to see the Vegas skyline rise out from the crop of desert. Her best friend, and bride-to-be, Dana, squeezed her arm excitedly, while their other friend Lindsay, bounced in her seat from excitement. Luckily for Bree and Lindsay, Dana was marrying a very wealthy man who was paying for this trip and putting them up in the nicest hotel on the strip, The Wynn.
Bree was the only one of her friends who had children. Lindsay had married the year before, and Bree knew they weren’t ready to start a family. Bree loved motherhood so far, but she needed this child-free weekend. She figured what Lance didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him. She fully intended to return home to her husband and son and slip right back into their regular routine, with Lance none the wiser.
The women exited the plane, picked up their luggage and were ushered into an air-conditioned private car. The dry heat hit the women like a hot tidal wave and they moaned in disgust as they climbed into the car. The heat here was dry and suffocating, like walking into a sauna.
In no time, the car was crawling along the strip and Bree, Lindsay and Dana were pointing excitedly at familiar landmarks. None of the women had been to Vegas before, but the hotels were instantly recognizable. The car continued heading north until it finally passed the Venetian and pulled into the Wynn’s long, lush driveway, abound with tropical flora. The women exited the car and proceeded through an effortless check in before finding themselves in a breathtaking suite overlooking the strip.
“Oh my gosh,” breathed Dana.
“Insane,” Bree whispered. Lindsay merely stared, unable to muster any intelligent words.
Dana broke the awed silence, “Paaaaaaar-taaaaaaay!” she cawed, running to a chilled bottle of champagne and popping the cork. The champagne fizzed and flowed over the edges and Dana laughed as she licked at the streaming liquid, trying to salvage every drop. She grabbed nearby champagne glasses and filled them, passing them to Bree and Lindsay.
“To an unforgettable bachelorette weekend,” she declared, moving to clink the other glasses.
“Here, here!” cried Lindsay. Bree only smiled mysteriously, clinking her glass before downing her champagne and happily refilling.
***
Five hours later, after an afternoon lounging by the pool in their private cabana and a quick nap, the women found themselves dressed for a night out on the town. They decided to start with a light dinner at one of the hotel restaurants before starting their journey down the strip.
Lindsay looked fantastic in a short navy-blue dress with a red band at the top; her blonde hair was pulled in a bouncy ponytail. Dana, keeping up with a bridal motif, looked radiant in a mini, milk white halter dress with her dark hair hanging in a shiny sheet down her back. But Bree was the real stunner. She wore a curve-hugging black dress, with cut outs along the back and sides. Her huge breasts were pushed up and together, nearly spilling over the dress. The dress was simple and highlighted Bree’s best assets, so to speak. Her hair hung in thick waves and her eyes were lined in a deep, come-fuck-me shade.
Lindsay whistled when Bree stepped into the foyer, but Dana sulked a bit, unhappy to be shown up by one of her friends. Bree didn’t intentionally try to look sexier than Dana; she just couldn’t help how her body naturally curved in all the right places now. Bree glanced down at her swollen breasts, and she gently prodded them with her fingers, feeling their hardness. Bree needed release desperately. Her breasts were engorged with milk and it wouldn’t be long before her breasts fell out of her dress and flat out overflowed with her sweet milk. She was anxious to get through dinner and then find someone who could stop her ache.
Luckily, dinner passed quickly and the women found themselves stepping out of a taxi in front of Caesar’s. They strutted into the casino and instantly were swept up in the noise and excitement. They made their way to a roulette table and Lindsay and Dana instantly jumped in, throwing down their money. Bree hung back watching the action. Bree noticed a handsome man at the end of the table. He looked about thirty-five; not much older than Bree, and he had a huge pile of chips in front of him. He was leaning over his chips and his dirty-blonde hair was hanging in front of his eyes. He straightened up and his bright blue eyes pierced Bree who let out a small gasp. The noise in the casino masked Bree’s gasp and she felt a clenching sensation between her thighs as the man’s eyes roved up and down Bree’s body.
Playing coy, Bree leaned against the table, her breasts indecently on display while she began talking to Dana about strategy. The stranger was practically salivating and Bree pretended to mindlessly press her fingers into her fleshy breasts, her eyes darting at the man to gauge his reaction. His eyebrows were raised and his mouth popped open in surprise. Bree smiled, knowing this man was game. The man tilted his head slightly towards the elevators leading to the guest rooms, and Bree instantly understood his meaning.
“I’ll be right back. I need the ladies room,” she told Dana and Lindsay who were so involved in the game that they barely registered the fact that Bree had spoken. Bree turned on her skinny black heels and made her way to the elevators, refusing to look behind her but making sure that she shook her ass as she walked. Bree hit the button to go up and she stood facing the elevator, pushing her breasts and ass out. She felt a body move behind her and she could suddenly feel hot breath against the back of her neck.
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He was taller than she had imagined and Bree could see he was extremely fit. His eyes bore into her, their blue brilliance even more impressive up close. Time seemed to still as energy surged between Bree and this stranger. In one swift motion, the spell was broke and the man yanked Bree to him as Bree gasped at his strength. The man kissed Bree hungrily as his thick hands moved up her bare thighs, his fingers dragging along her skin before inching around the hem of her dress.
The elevator door slid shut and the man quickly pressed the number nine. As the elevator began to move he gently slid his fingers under Bree’s dress and she felt them brush against the crease where her thighs ended and her groin began. Bree’s breath quickened, aroused at how the man wasted no time and went straight for the kill. Breathing heavily, Bree kissed the man back as his fingers glided over her pussy and Bree felt a delicious thrill at not having worn panties. She broke away and panted, “What is your name?”
“Alex,” he replied in his deep voice.
“Bree,” she moaned as he gently pushed a finger inside of her and swirled it around in her ready wetness. Groaning, Bree felt her breasts begin to leak and her hands flew to her hard breasts, massaging them, knowing that her milk needed release.
Alex’s eyes flew to Bree’s chest and he watched Bree massage herself as she whimpered with relief. In one rough movement, Alex grabbed at the top of Bree’s dress and yanked it down. Bree’s breasts broke free, each nipple dripping fat drops of pearly milk. Alex groaned low in his throat as he moved his mouth to one of her breasts and began to suck as his other hand massaged her breast. Let down set in and Bree’s milk began to flow. Bree moaned again feeling the sweet release of her milk and the sensation was close to orgasmic.
Alex sucked frantically from breast to breast as Bree’s milk flowed freely and he buried his face between her breasts, positioning each nipple inside his mouth the best he could. As Alex drank in Bree’s sweet milk, he stroked his cock, the bulge in his pants growing to huge proportions.
Finally feeling her release Bree reached for Alex’s pants and fumbled with the zipper. Dragging the zipper down, Bree yanked at Alex’s pants as her hands moved onto Alex’s taught skin. Running her hands up his shaft, Bree smiled at the unfamiliar cock filling her hands. It was a welcome change from Lance, and she stroked Alex, wrapping both hands firmly around his solid mass as she pulled tightly, trying to imitate the feeling of a tight pussy.
As Bree became more and more aroused, the more her milk gushed, soaking Alex. Alex reached a hand back down to Bree’s aching pussy and began a tantalizing game, pushing his two fingers in and out repeatedly before stopping to rub her clitoris. Alex worked Bree into a frenzy and Bree felt her knees begin to buckle at her approaching orgasm. The elevator had long arrived at the ninth floor and Alex reached out to push the emergency button, halting the elevator from service.
Higher and higher Bree rose as Alex continued to torture her pussy. Finally, Bree exploded her half-exposed body shaking and rocking as she came under Alex’s touch, and once more her milk began to surge as Alex eagerly brought his mouth back to her inflated breasts, milk dripping down his chin. The combination of Alex’s suckling with her orgasm, was so powerful that Bree dropped to the floor of the elevator and Alex had to hoist her back up to continue his drink.
Running his hand through Bree’s ample wetness, Alex groaned deeply. He reached into his pants, puddled on the elevator floor, and grabbed a condom before quickly unrolling it on his swollen member.
“Turn around,” he said in a husky voice, Bree obeyed, letting Alex bend her over, his hands pushing up against her delicious breasts. “After I fuck you, I’m going to drain every drop from your tits.”
“Yes!” Bree gasped, spreading her legs wide to allow Alex easy access. Hastily, Alex rammed his manhood into Bree’s tightness, gliding effortlessly through her juices.
“Agggh!” Bree cried out from his onslaught, as Alex’s wide cock stretched her to unknown proportions. She had experience substantial length before but she had never known such thickness. Alex pushed himself in and out, continuously stretching Bree as she screamed with each thrust and moaned with each retreat. Not caring if the entire hotel heard her, Bree continued to scream like a frenzied animal as Alex fucked the life out of her.
Alex grunted each time he plunged into Bree’s tight pussy and Bree knew she was extra tight now due to the stitches she needed after giving birth. To her delight, Alex took hold of Bree’s hair and pulled her head back, Bree’s body singing with the pain and erotic pleasure. With a loud, final grunt Alex came forcibly, and he shook as his hands dug into Bree’s fleshy thighs.
Just as quickly as he had come, Alex pulled himself out and whirled Bree around, who was panting from her near-second-orgasm. Alex brought his hungry lips to her breasts and Bree moaned as she felt Alex’s eager mouth pull on her nipple, coaxing the last of her milk out. As he suckled, he reached down to play with Bree’s soaked pussy as she groaned deep in her throat as her body responded to the dual stimulation.
Overcome with her strong and surprising second orgasm, Bree cried out as she trembled, the waves washing over her as Alex drained her breasts of their last drops of milk. Alex pulled away, leaving Bree panting and satiated, her hair disheveled and her dress hiked up at the bottom and pulled down from the top.
Alex began to zip his pants up as he leaned over to free the elevator. The doors opened mechanically at the ninth floor, and Bree quickly threw her hands over her body to cover up, but no one entered and the doors shut as the elevator began its swift descent to the lobby. With haste, Bree tugged her dress down, hoisted her top up as she tucked her now-much-smaller breasts into her top. She tried to finger comb her hair just as the doors were opening.
Alex raked his hand threw his hair before glancing back at Bree. “You were the best fuck I’ve had in this town,” he grinned before disappearing into the crowd. Trying to right her senses, Bree stumbled out of the elevator and let the doors close before surveying her reflection in the glass doors. She radiated with a just-fucked look and she tried to flatten her hair more and force the flush out of her cheeks.
“There you are!”
Bree whirled around to see Lindsay and Dana, their hands full of chips, with slightly drunk smiles on their faces.
“Damn! Your boobs shrunk! Did you just release in the bathroom or something?” Dana asked, eyeing her chest. Bree nodded, hoping her friends would suspect nothing else.
“Well, come on! The night is still young!” Lindsay cried, and she set off for another table with Dana following behind. Tossing her hair back and smiling at her drained breasts, Bree followed behind her friends.
***
The following day, Bree, Dana and Lindsay woke up relatively late considering the time difference mixed with their late night of partying. Luckily, they were not too hung over and spent the day lounging by the pool again. Being a Saturday, the Wynn was especially crowded and they had plenty of entertainment for people watching.
Bree had woken up with a heaviness in her limbs and she recognized it as a welcome, thoroughly-fucked feeling. Her breasts were still considerably empty thanks to Alex and his hearty appetite. Bree knew it would only be a matter of hours before her breasts filled again and she would be plagued by their hard fullness.
Sure enough, just before lunch Bree began to feel the telltale fullness as her breasts sought release. Dana and Lindsay went into the pool and Bree stayed behind, hoping to manually express some of her milk. She hoped to find another eager participant that evening in her nursing seduction, but for now she would need to use her hands to offer some release.
<br /> She pulled down her bright orange bikini and took one of her firm breasts into her soft hands. Using her thumb and forefinger, she stroked downwards as she squeezed the dark tissue surrounding her nipple, coaxing the milk to come. To her relief, a slow trickle began and Bree audibly sighed with pleasure as the trickle came faster. Her other breast recognized the much-needed let down and began to squirt milk as well. Bree’s breasts always started with a slow trickle before forceful streams and then back to a lazy trickle.
Bree tipped her head back, closing her eyes as she took pleasure in her release.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” squeaked a voice and Bree’s eyes flew open to see their young waitress quickly cover her eyes.
“No, it’s my fault,” Bree said covering herself with a towel. The waitress was young and pretty with olive skin and a high, dark brown ponytail.
“Was that – I mean is that – milk?” the girl asked staring at Bree.
“Yes” Bree responded unsure of what else to say.
“Your tits are gorgeous,” the girl whispered and suddenly feeling bold, Bree let the towel drop exposing her glorious chest, with fat droplets of milk rolling down her tanned stomach. Bree had experimented with girls in college, just like most of her friends and suddenly she felt her pussy tighten as this young girl eyed her chest.
“Try some,” Bree whispered. The girl’s eyes widened at the thought and then she timidly stepped forward, uncertain. The girl knelt at Bree’s side and then lowered her pink mouth to Bree’s right breast.
“Ohhh,” Bree moaned as the girl gently sucked at her nipple, causing Bree’s milk to flow faster at her tugging.
“Mmmm,” the girl moaned in her throat as she sucked on Bree’s hard nipple and Bree slid her hand between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her swimsuit. The girl pressed her mouth harder against her breast, and Bree felt the waitress’ soft skin push against her own soft breast. The girl was gentle and she tugged softly with her teeth, causing Bree’s insides to clench, the sensation going straight to her groin.
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