I stared at him, eyes wide in shock before pushing my way out of his grasp and running up the stairs. My hands trembled as I ran up to the laundry room, locking the door behind me.
Just what the hell was I thinking saying all that to him? His smirk burned my mind, I could tell he was interested in what I was up to and I couldn’t face him again, not with my breasts aching and my shirt constantly stained with milk triggered by either thinking of him or his presence.
I leaned on the door for a second, breathing hard, the breast pump still lying on the dryer, the one I used when the pressure came too much and Mom had thought it was for ‘hormonal stuff’, she had no idea. I yanked my top over my head, the fabric slightly touched my nipple, making me jolt and curse from it.
My breasts felt heavy, full, and tight. Trickles of warm milk were already leaking out of my left breast. I grabbed the pump, hands still shaking, and sat on the edge of the dryer.
I pressed the flange on my right nipple and gasped as it pulled out milk. Each tug let out the scent of my creamy milk filling the air.
My thighs pressed together, my pussy tingling again. I just need to get it out, I told myself, just three glasses, nothing more. I shut my eyes, trying to concentrate on the pump pulling but my mind began swaying to Mark’s shorts, the bulge, the way he had held me at the bottom of the stairs, the way he had pounded into mom.
“Squeeze me darling, you can’t get a bigger cock than this.” I bit my lip, slipping my hand to my panties with my legs wide open.
A soft knock on the door.
“Elena?”
I shot my eyes open, but the door handle turned before I could answer. The handle rattled this time, then I heard the click of a key turning on the lock. My stomach dropped. Of course, he had a sketch. This was his house.
The door swung open.
Mark stepped inside without waiting, his broad shoulders filling the entire doorway, shirtless and his bulge seemed thicker. His gaze dropped to me, my exposed breasts with the pump attached, and my hands still in my pussy.
I froze
.
“Fuck.” He breathed, his eyes darkened.
“Elena… what is this?”
I jumped, covering myself with the dirty sheets in the laundry room.
I scrambled off the washing machine, but my legs were too shaky, I stumbled forward, right into his chest. My bare, leaking breasts slammed against his hard abs, and warm milk sprayed across his skin from the sudden pressure. A thick drop landed on his lower lip.
“Get out right now Mark, this isn’t… It’s not what it looks like.” My voice cracked in fear, I scrambled back on my bed, further away from him but the floor caught my feet, sending me to the floor.
My hands were in the air as my body collided with his while he was trying to support me from falling. My bare leaking breasts slammed his hard abs and my bare ass landed on his crotch. The fall wasn’t enough to hurt me but he let out a grunt, his hands
instinctively wrapping around my waist to steady me.
Warm milk squirted from my nipples, spraying his chest and oh God… it dripped on his lips.
Mark froze.
A drop of milk clung to his lower lip, his tongue flicked out slowly, tasting it. He shut his
eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Fuck… Elena.” He growled, his voice sounded strained like he was fighting hard not to break. His grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into my soft skin, I could tell it was going to bruise.
I let out a whimper, trying to push myself away but my legs had gone weak.
“Mark, stop, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… don’t tell mom.” He didn’t respond; instead, he leaned forward forcing me to my back on the cold floor.
He stood up and turned towards the door, I almost let out a sigh of relief that it was
ending but the moment he locked the door and turned to me, I rushed to the side of the dryer, trying to hide under the heap of used bedsheets.
“Shhhh.” He put his finger over his mouth.
“No more running, little girl.”
He guided me to his lap while sitting beside the dryer, making me straddle his waist. My wet pussy pressing his hard dick, poking through his shorts. I could feel every inch of him pulsing beneath me.
My heavy breasts between us, still leaking onto his chest, some landing on his lips which
He licked again while locking his gaze on mine.
“So sweet.” He rasped.
“All this time… you’ve been making this for me?”
My eyes teared up in shame even though I was rocking my hips shamefully on his dick.
“I…I forgot the milk for your training, I was trying to… to fix it, Mark, I’m so scared.”
He cupped my cheeks in his palm, using his thumb to clean my tears, his other thumb rubbing my nipple and cupping my breast hard in his palm. I gasped the moment I felt it, pushing my breast closer to his mouth. His other hand slid down to grip my ass, pulling me harder on his erection. The friction made me moan, my clit throbbing on his hard dick.
If Mom were to find out I was riding
her personal dick, I would be dead. I was defiling my mother… What sort of daughter am I? His breath was becoming hot.
“You have no idea what you have done, Elly.” He moaned.
“You dare to walk around the house leaking like this, offering me warm creamy milk to drink.” He squeezed my breast gently, watching more milk spurt out and fall on his tongue. He swallowed it with a groan.
I was trembling, his hips rolled up once, grinding his bulge on my soaked pussy, I let out a cry… I was half scared and half desperate.
With us like this, there was no way this was going to stop anytime soon. His hand was now lost in my hair, tilting my head down so our faces were inches apart, my milk still spurting out.
He breathed in my face.
“Three glasses right?” He whispered in my ear. We’re just getting started, baby. Daddy is just getting started with his new favorite milk”