We all stood for a moment before I excused myself and returned to the kitchen to finish up the dessert. Daddy showed Mike around our new house, introduced him to our Nanny and our son before finally settling down in the living room. Daddy called to me a few minutes later, asking me to join them. I was surprised by the invitation (usually Daddy kept me apart from his friends) but pleased to be included.
I sat next to my husband on the sectional and he instantly placed his arm around me, never taking his eyes off of Mike and not once breaking the conversation which seemed to center around the construction of our home and the upcoming construction of Mike’s vacation house. I silently wondered why Daddy had called me into the room when clearly I wasn’t going to be included in the conversation when I felt his hand gently stroking my breast. I glanced at him but he paid me no attention. The stroking gradually turned into petting and before I could excuse myself to leave the room, I felt the let down reflex in my breast as milk made it’s way down and a small wet spot appeared on my shirt.
I shifted my position in an attempt to either
Porno Tube leave and cover myself or slightly conceal the wet spot my tit milk had made. I felt myself blush at the same time that Daddy grabbed my tit to hold me in place. I sat back, stiffly and his hand went from petting to squeezing, the milk flowing out now and the wet spot on my shirt growing larger and larger. The milking felt good, especially since Daddy hadn’t suckled me since before he left to fetch Mike. My tits were overfull of fresh milk and the release was welcome but highly embarrassing.
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts of embarrassment and escape that I didn’t notice the pause in conversation. I glanced up at Mike who was staring at my leaking breasts at the same time I heard Daddy speak.
“My bitch is in milk. Has been for a while now. Sometimes her tits leak when they’re too full. She can be a bit of a messy slut.” He laughed.
Without taking his eyes off of my dripping breasts and the ever increasing soaking of my blouse, Mike said, “Maybe we should let you go to feed the baby.”
I was about to agree (even though the feeding of my son was taken care of by his Nanny) just to escape the room but Daddy answered for me.
“No need, Mike, no need. These milk jugs aren’t for
Adult Pornography the boy. They’re for me. Muriel feeds me whenever and wherever I want.”
And with that, Daddy abruptly ripped open my blouse, exposing my engorged tits, strained against my nursing bra, practically bursting out. I had leaked so much milk, my bra was completely soaked and my huge, dark nipples and areola were visible through the white, wet fabric.
“Want to see?” Daddy asked. “Muriel doesn’t mind, do you honey?”
I shook my head, no even though every part of me wanted to run away. I knew better than to argue with Daddy. And besides that, I was sure that Mike would refuse.
