Made for Milking: 6 Hot Hucow Talesby Michael Jade and Jade Bleu
Short Fiction/ Erotica/Contemporary/Lactation /Multi-partner
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A half dozen tales of MILFs with creamy treats all ready for hot, dripping wet action! Featuring Michael Jade’s Milk Moms 1, 2, and 3 plus Jade Bleu’s The Billionaires’ Wet Nurse 1, 2, and 3.
An erotic anthology featuring hucow creamy treats, multipartner, raw creampie, hucow for hire, and an FF encounter.
Excerpt from Jade Bleu’s The Billionaires’ Wet Nurse:
A cut crystal goblet sat in front of him, sitting on a gold plate. My job was to fill that goblet twice a day, fresh from my breasts, while he watched. He’d never said a word, not even a thank you, though the six-figure salary was all the appreciation I could hope for. Until now. My dirty thoughts could no longer be sated, my need for the sexy milk drinker who stared at me day in and out growing until all I could think about was spurting milk on him until his cock spurted back.
Even though I was changing up the routine, he was apparently clinging on. As always, he scooted his chair back somewhat, giving me access to his glass. I bent over the goblet, my engorged tits massive and dripping, and took one in both hands. In an expert, practiced motion, I rubbed down toward the areola, pinching and rolling my long nipple between my fingers, and watched as multiple streams of milk hit his goblet with a pleasant ring. Normally it took numerous long, deliberate pulls, like a farmer yanking a cow teat, to stimulate the milk to let down and shoot out. Today, the thought of what I was about to do, combined with the sensual feel of my fingers teasing my nipples, filled my body with need. Hormones did the rest. I felt the strong tingle, the tightening sensation in my tits that warned the floodgates were about to open.
Then I turned around.
“What in the hell?” was all he got out.
Mr. Montgomery sat there in shock, frozen with his eyes wide as milk squirted like tiny jets from a showerhead, covering his face and a suit that was probably worth a month’s salary. I held one breast straight at his mouth, took him by the back of the head, and tugged him forward. He latched on like a champ, and after a quick cough when the sheer force of my milk stream caught him off guard, he grabbed me by the hips and flicked his tongue over my nipple.
I cried out, the other breast still streaming milk between us while he suckled at my teat. He made greedy, suckling pig sounds that turned me on, and I reached for his belt buckle. He clamped a powerful arm around my waist, holding me in place while I breast fed him, gulping down my creamy offering while he himself undid his pants.
God, how good it felt, the relief of emptying my aching breasts while at the same time having the hottest man I’d ever seen attacking me like the first meal he’d had in months. His cock jumped out, and my fingers found it, hot, straining, and massive. It throbbed and swelled, tight and desperate for release just as my tits had been—and as my clit was fast becoming. I dropped down on his lap, my wet panties pressing his cock between us. He growled, biting down on my sensitive nipple, and I tensed up with a little cry.
