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Milk Me, Doctor! (Lactation Erotica Sex Stories)
Milk Me, Doctor! (Lactation Erotica Sex Stories)
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Kelsey Lane knows her doctor can help her deal with excessive milk production...but she's blown away by his methods! When she makes an appointment for advice on how to deal with her enormously swollen, and seemingly un-milkable breasts, the caring Dr. Lane surprises her with two machines that drive her completely wild. This is one office visit she won't forget!
Warning: This 6700-word story contains explicit sexual content, including lactation/milk fetishes, milking fantasies, adult breastfeeding, sex machines, and more. The story is intended for open-minded adult readers only.
Excerpt:
I heard a dial click two notches. The pump’s hum deepened, and within seconds I could feel the seal between the cups and my nipples strengthen. The machine pulled at me now, each tit quivering as the machine hummed and sighed. The tubes wobbled up and down with the pressure and my flesh rolled in waves in time with the motion.
“Oh,” I whispered. “Oh my.” It was starting to feel even better. I could sense the milk right underneath the tip of my nipple. I knew it was close, so close. Just a little more and I’d finally feel the intense pressure vanish.
“One more adjustment should do it,” Dr. Miller said, his voice deeper and slightly on edge. Two more clicks of the dial. “I can’t even imagine how sore you must feel. It must be so difficult.”
The suction seemed to double almost immediately. It was glorious. I stared as my nipple distended and stretched in to the cup and then...miraculously...a small stream of milk seeped forth. First on the left side, then the right. The milk coated the inside of the cup and then, with each successive pump, glide along the tube.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I gasped. “It’s really hard.”
I couldn’t help it. I moaned at the pleasure of it all. Tears welled in my eyes – the strange, embarrassing eroticism of the moment was nearly overwhelming. With that last adjustment, Dr. Miller had sparked off what felt like tiny orgasm after tiny orgasm, each originating deep in my breast and spiraling along my spine and flooding my pussy. I moaned and moaned as the machine hummed and sighed.
“Ohhhh God,” I cried, gripping the edge of the table and shaking. I’d never felt anything like it. Not breastfeeding, not my own massaging, not Dr. Miller’s touch. It was a machine-based relentless pleasure that never subsided and never changed pace. Just a steady hard suction withdrawing every ounce of pain from my tits and replacing it with sheer bliss ...
Warning: This 6700-word story contains explicit sexual content, including lactation/milk fetishes, milking fantasies, adult breastfeeding, sex machines, and more. The story is intended for open-minded adult readers only.
Excerpt:
I heard a dial click two notches. The pump’s hum deepened, and within seconds I could feel the seal between the cups and my nipples strengthen. The machine pulled at me now, each tit quivering as the machine hummed and sighed. The tubes wobbled up and down with the pressure and my flesh rolled in waves in time with the motion.
“Oh,” I whispered. “Oh my.” It was starting to feel even better. I could sense the milk right underneath the tip of my nipple. I knew it was close, so close. Just a little more and I’d finally feel the intense pressure vanish.
“One more adjustment should do it,” Dr. Miller said, his voice deeper and slightly on edge. Two more clicks of the dial. “I can’t even imagine how sore you must feel. It must be so difficult.”
The suction seemed to double almost immediately. It was glorious. I stared as my nipple distended and stretched in to the cup and then...miraculously...a small stream of milk seeped forth. First on the left side, then the right. The milk coated the inside of the cup and then, with each successive pump, glide along the tube.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I gasped. “It’s really hard.”
I couldn’t help it. I moaned at the pleasure of it all. Tears welled in my eyes – the strange, embarrassing eroticism of the moment was nearly overwhelming. With that last adjustment, Dr. Miller had sparked off what felt like tiny orgasm after tiny orgasm, each originating deep in my breast and spiraling along my spine and flooding my pussy. I moaned and moaned as the machine hummed and sighed.
“Ohhhh God,” I cried, gripping the edge of the table and shaking. I’d never felt anything like it. Not breastfeeding, not my own massaging, not Dr. Miller’s touch. It was a machine-based relentless pleasure that never subsided and never changed pace. Just a steady hard suction withdrawing every ounce of pain from my tits and replacing it with sheer bliss ...
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