Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set (3 page)

CHAPTER
THREE

“
As
I walk up behind you, I roughly palm your leaking breasts through
your thin white cotton dress…”

“
Mhm,
I like those udders full. Incredible how keeping you bred keeps them
full,” My face quickly changes from lust to anger. “You
haven't been milking yourself, now have you? I told you
what would happen if you did.”

“
No
Massa, I swear!” Your large mocha eyes are wide and earnest.
You can’t bear the thought of being separated from me again.
You well up with tears as memories of being caste out of
the house and into the blazing hot field flood your gorgeous head. It
had been the longest week of your life. You knew that I didn't want
to do it, but you’d been caught disobeying me. I don’t
tolerate disobedience. As I gaze at you now, I can barely
contain my desire. My cock is so heavy and stiff at the thought of
breeding you that it’s a struggle for me to stand up straight.
Your dark tanned tits are freely spraying sticky jets of sweet milk
all over the floor, hitting my scuffed up boots, your feet and
soaking your toes.

“
Bet
you're just aching to get all that out,” I murmur, stepping
towards you and moistening my lips.

“
I-I
leaves these udders full for you, Massa. Promise,” you
declare.
“That's a good girl, now. I believe you. You're
leaking all over from the gravity alone. You done good nigg'r. Now
feed your Master,” I command, as I sit in my chair and beckon
to you. You stand over me, as your milk flow slows back to
droplets. I open my mouth wide and latch on to your delectable ink
black areola and wait. After a few moments, I let go, enraged.

“
Well,
you stupid sow?! Are you going to feed me or not? You must wanna go
back in that field after all!”

“
No,
Massa, no!” Your eyes are frantic.

“
Well
then feed me, you dumb cow,” I snarl. “Just because my
mouth is here doesn't mean I'm going to suck. I've had a long day of
breeding you and I'm spent. Time for you to put some work in. Milk
yourself into my mouth!”

"Yes
Massa, whatever you say Massa,” You obey,
squeezing streams of the thick sweet cream onto my
tongue. “That's some good milk, huh Massa? I like it when Massa
enjoys his milk,” you let your head fall back as I greedily
gorge myself on your inflated breast. “Aaaah, ahhmmm, ooh,
so good Massa,” you moan. “We sho' got some good milk
don't we?”

“
Shut
your yap nigg'r, you talk too much!” I growl, pulling away
so suddenly that your distended black nipple bounces and sprays the
floor. “This isn't 'we's milk.' This here is 
my
 milk.
I own your ass, that sweet chocolated pussy, your udders and
everything that comes out of them, that clear heifer?”

You
nod quickly. You've upset me twice already and don’t want to
take the chance of aggravating me any further. “I could
put you in the hot box or sell you tomorrow. You just make
sure you keep ‘Massa’ happy and we won't have any
problems!"
“Yes, Massa,” you say quietly.

I
continue to greedily suckle your overflowing udders, switching back
and forth as I see fit. Grabbing your hand I pull you down closer to
me. I guide your hand over my hardened cock. With my head between
your massive brown orbs I make slow circles on your chest with my hot
tongue.

“
Ahhhhmmm!”
you cry out as I latch deeper, absorbing your essence into my center,
as you feed my soul and nourish my body with your sweet cream. I
reach my calloused, veiny hand down between your full smooth thighs
and feel around your steaming pussy. To my pleasant surprise they
were already parted slightly and sopping wet. Slowly, I circle one
finger around your hot opening while filling myself on your precious
nectar.

“
Oh…
Oh… Massa, please…” you whimper. “Please…
oh God…” I feel your legs tremble as you beg me to end
your aching torment. Unlatching from your gigantic tit, milk sprays
all over my forehead, mixing with the beads of sweat our combined
body heat began to generate. Looking up at you, I can see that your
chest is heaving as you pant harder and faster.

“
You
want it?” I ask lustfully, my voice deep and controlled. I
readied a long pale finger to reach inside of you.

“
Oh
yes Massa, please!” You urgently whisper, remembering that we
have to be careful not to wake Mistress, my wife.

“
Lift
up your dress,” I command gruffly. “I wanna see that
you’re ready for me.”

Silently,
but never breaking our gaze on each other, you gingerly lean back on
the wooden table and lift your delicate cotton skirt revealing your
velvety ebony skin. Without being asked, you spread your legs wide
for me, exposing your glistening pussy, pink and ripe like a plump
cherry atop a silky chocolate sundae. You throw your head back in
anticipation as your nipples spritz more cream in intervals, landing
on your belly, pooling in your navel. Your toes curl tightly as I
bring my face closer to your erotic valley, opening my mouth wider
preparing to feed on your center. This is the part of you that I live
for, that you happily surrender to me anytime I want it.

“
Mhm,
Clara,” I moan, sinking not one but two of my long white
fingers deep into you, “Breeding you every day is necessary for
my survival. You hear me nigg’r? You’ve become a whore
for a white man.
That
and only that
is your purpose. Do you understand me?” I whisper huskily as I
pump my fingers in and out of your juiciness, massaging your silky,
sable thigh with my other hand.

“
Aaahh,
Aaahh, Oh! Yes, Massa… yes Massa!” you answer between
panting. The contrast of my pale hand against your dark flesh arouses
my cock even more, stretching the thin skin so far that it felt as
though it would split. Two fingers become three as you feverishly
impale your pussy on my hand. I watch in awe as you become ravenous,
unable to resist the forbidden temptation of our fucking. You know as
well as I did that if anyone found out about our salacious trysts
there’d be death for both of us. Taking you in now, as the
light of the moon beams flicker in the reflection of the perspiration
on your beautiful slate skin, the anticipation of nestling my iron
white cock deep within you is more than I can bear. Your sex spell
always puts me in a trance and I have to fight valiantly to break
myself out of it, lest you forget your place.

Clearing
my throat, I snap myself out of your mesmerizing hex. "Now it's
time for you to put in some work Clara,” I say in a low tone,
trying to hide my undeniable longing for you.

"Massa?"

"Drop
to your knees and drain my balls!”

"Yes
Massa," You respond breathlessly as I remove my fingers from
your plump, wet snatch. While you're on your knees unbuckling my belt
and undoing my pants I grab a full hand of your coarse dark hair and
pull it straight down, making you look into my steel blue eyes while
I bend over to have my hot breath invaded your orifices.

"Listen
nigg’r, we've had this talk before. I don't want to feel
anything on my cock but your fat lips, your tongue, and the back of
your coon throat! Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes
Massa,” you respond, your cinnamon eyes wide with desire as you
get to work on my cock.

"Massage
my balls with one hand! Yeah, that’s right, good girl," I
growl.

A
muffled, "mmm hmmm", as you comply.

My
cock gets stiffer and you start to drag a tooth across it as it
widens your worthless lips. “Just stop!" I bellow, not
caring if I wake up the whole household.

"Massa?"
as you comply and look up at me.

"Have
I been good to you Clara?"

"Yes
Massa, very good.  You's the best Massa I had."

"Well
I think you forget that sometimes!  I'm feeling teeth on my cock
and you aren't getting it in your throat like you do when you have
motivation, so let me give you some you fucking lazy Negress. If I
feel one more tooth, or I don't feel this cock slip nicely inside
your throat, I am going to have Thomas come and stuff your ass right
here in this kitchen while you suck my cock!  I figure your
screaming will keep that mouth of yours wide open and I'll get this
meat into your throat one way or another!  Is that clear?"

As
you look at me with wide eyes, I hear, "Yes Massa, I make you
feel right." Spearing my cock into your mouth I feel it snuggle
deep into your throat for the first time that night.

"Ahhhm,
yeah,” I groan. “Much better nigg’r!  Keep
taking that big white cock deep. You like being Master’s little
black whore, don’t ‘cha?"

“
Mmmmhmmm,”
is your muffled response with your mouth stuffed full of my inflated
dick.

I
take your mouth away from my cock and start stroking it towards your
face. "Ahhhm, yeah that’s it nigg’r. Keep going.
You’re gonna earn your breeding tonight,” I moan.
“Massage the back of my balls with one hand… ahhhmm…
and use your other to give them a bath in that… sweet cream of
yours,” I manage to choke out as I feel my swollen rod ready to
detonate.

"Yes
Massa."

As
I feel the warmth of your sweet milk against my full and heavy balls,
pearly ropes of jizz eject from the head of my cock against the
determined look on your face. “Ahhh, ahh, ARRRGGGGHH!!” I
yowl with beastly ferociousness. Finally I open my eyes and am
greeted by the beautiful sight of your tanned face behind a sticky
opaque veil of cum dripping down both cheeks, your forehead and your
chin.

"M-Massa?"
you manage to squeak out as my jism runs into the crevices of your
parted lips. I desperately try to catch my breath as you await my
next instruction while the sticky load slowly dries into a tacky mask
on your beautifully ruined face.

“
You’re…
a good girl nigg’r,” I say between gasps. “Eat half
of what's on your face…and insert the other half into that hot
black pussy,” I order you. “Now let me watch you clean
up."

Holding
my gaze
,
you take both hands and gather my cum from either side of your
face. You gently suck each one of your fingers long and slow
ingesting the remains of my sex while the other hand goes under the
paper thin fabric of your ivory dress.

"Yeah,
that’s a good little nigg’r whore,” I say
drowsily.  “Now wait an hour to wash the rest of your
face. Keep it there as a reminder that I shouldn't need to give you
motivation to do right, what you should be doing right the first
time, understand nigg’r?"

“
Yes,
Massa,” you respond, still holding my stare.

"Good,
now buckle me up, I have more work to do before bed.”

"Yes
Massa."’

Clara
was beside herself with desire as she lay in bed, feverishly rubbing
her thighs together as she lost herself within the words on the
screen. Her mouth was sore from thrusting the white dildo into her
throat. She could no longer control herself after superimposing
herself within Farmer6969’s scandalous fantasies. Her aching
pussy cried out to be filled with the massive flesh toned dildo.

Spreading
her legs wide, she squeezed one of her gigantic breasts, spewing
sticky milk all over her sizzling dark skin. Pinching her distended
nipple, Clara positioned the plump pink prick at her opening. As
Farmer6969’s scenario ran through her mind, she pushed the
rubber cock into her depths.

“
Agggh!”
Clara exclaimed, arching her back as she filled her needy hole. She
was so well lubricated that it slipped in without any effort. After
only two thrusts of the dildo, the room started spinning. She’d
allowed herself to descend into her forbidden inferno of fantasies,
being taken into his world – a world of penetration,
impregnation, and withdrawal only to re-penetrate to be bred until
her insides were blanketed in his thick, hot jizz.
Deeper...
Clara needed it to go deeper. She pumped the dildo into herself
harder and faster. “Aaaahhhh!!! Aaaaggghhhmmmm! Oh Fuck! Yes,
Massa, Fuck me!!” Clara cried out into the still of the dark
night. Within moments she was in was in full-blown orgasm, squeezing
thick jets of milk out of her brown orb and gushing cum from her
sopping wet pussy. She couldn’t stop herself, her body
convulsed so violently that she thought she might drown in her own
juices. She kept probing her starving snatch more and more….
Deeper and harder. Clara could feel the ache of her desire ooze out
of her with each stab of the rubber cock. It was an ache that had to
be fed, no matter what the cost.