Milk for the Billionaire (billionaire domination and lactation erotica) (2 page)

That thought made a flush of red creep up
Sandy’s neck that spread to cover her shoulders and chest when Mr.
Madisen’s warm, smooth fingers began to tickle down her spine as
she went lower down his torso.

The smell of leather tickled her nose near
his belt, and as soon as Sandy loosened the buckle, Mr. Madisen
helped her to pull it free. With a slight tremor in her hand, she
opened the waist of her billionaire boss’s pants and unzipped
him.

“Take off... take off the bra. I want you to
rub those big, sweet tits all over me,” he moaned, “I want to feel
my cock slide between them.”

A crooked half grin crossed her face. Sandy
yanked his pants and boxer-briefs to the floor, letting his cock
spring up and crouched in front of him.

“Oh!” She gasped, wrapping a hand around Mr.
Madisen’s shaft and giving him a couple of slow, dragging strokes.
He leaned back his head, groaned from deep in his belly, and then
stared down at her, watching as he curled her hair around his
fingers.

“This... this feels good,” he said, pulling
her chin up and meeting her gaze, “it feels good. But, I think I
told you to do something. Don’t make me wait.”

For some reason, his insistence made Sandy
breathe a bit harder. Something about his urgency, about his lust,
made her positively yearn to have him. And, aside from that, the
idea that someone was
this
excited about these big, milking
breasts which had caused her nothing but grief for the past few
months, was better still. Reaching behind her back as she stood up,
she un-hooked the four latches that held the bra on, and let it
drop, held up only by the tackiness of moisture on skin.

“Let me see you,” Mr. Madisen said
flatly.

Ever so slightly, Sandy felt her lips twitch
the way they do when she got nervous.
What if he sees me and
realizes how... ugly... it really is? What if he changes his mind?
I’ll be here, naked, and humiliated
.

Still, she had gone this far. Sandy was not a
person who normally took risks – any at all, actually – but this
one, she thought, was worth trying.

Slowly, she took the bra away from her chest,
her nipples prickling in the fresh air and immediately feeling
relief. She chewed her lip, worried that all her fears were about
to come true, that Mr. Madisen was going to see her in all her
naked honesty, her humanity, and reject her.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he said, his mouth
slightly opened as he watched her trembling hands reveal her body,
her natural, gorgeous body. “Please, don’t be nervous. I won’t do
anything to hurt you.”

She nodded and moved toward Mr. Madisen as he
shook his arms out of his half-removed shirt and threw it across
his desk. He kissed her again, and one of his hands slipped under
her breast, gently cupping her and squeezing. Sandy, as much as she
thought it strange, loved the feeling of those warm drops trickling
out of her. When she fed her baby, it hurt terribly, to have all
the gumming and gnawing, but the milk running out of her body was a
safe feeling, something that made her feel connected to everything
around her. She never expected that lactating in front of Mr.
Madisen would be the same.

He took her hand and urged her down to the
ground. Kneeling on the plush, deep carpet, Sandy took a deep
breath and sighed as Mr. Madisen pushed her gently backwards and
kissed down her jawline, lingering on the little place where her
collarbones met. The fluttery, light kisses continued down her
body, between her breasts and down to her navel where he turned
circles with the tip of his tongue. Her skin warmed under his
touch, and a moment later, Sandy’s outstretched hand found Mr.
Madisen’s cock.

Stiff, thick and ready for her, he groaned
when she wrapped her fingers around him, and grinned as she pushed
at one of his knees.

“Mister Madisen – will you st-straddle me?”
She had no idea why she stuttered, maybe nerves, maybe pent-up
desire. He just smiled.

Swinging his powerful, well-muscled leg
around her, he gave Sandy’s hair a stroke and nestled his dick
between her breasts. As soon as he began to move his hips in tiny,
rocking motions, back and forth against her chest, Sandy pushed her
tits together, making a little more milk spill out of both.
Trickling down and over Mr. Madisen, Sandy’s milk covered him in a
wet slick that he used to stroke against her body.

“This... this feels incredible, Sandy,” he
said, keeping one hand on his cock and moving the other first to
her left, then her right breast, tracing a line around her areola.
One, then the other, he went back and forth making sure to keep
them equally excited. That’s when Sandy noticed that the more
aroused she got, the harder and stiffer her nipples grew, the more
intensely she felt the sensation of milk dribbling out of her
body.

Fingerling streams that began on her peaks
ran in spider-web patterns down her tits and Sandy began to feel
slight relief as the pressure in her body released itself over Mr.
Madisen’s hands. He pinched her nipples harder with milk-covered
fingers, and snuck a quick taste.

“You taste... mmm... So warm, so wonderfully
warm,” he moaned, licking the last bit of white off his finger.
“God this feels good, this cock slicked up and sliding between
those big beautiful tits of yours. Lick me, lick the tip. Taste
yourself on my dick.”

On that stroke, as his head emerged from
between her breasts, Sandy looked down to see that his cock almost
touched her lips. She reached as far down as she could and got a
handful of Mr. Madisen’s ass to pull him closer. The thrill of the
sensitive underside of Mr. Madisen’s glans sliding against her
tongue, and the taste of her own milk drove Sandy absolutely
wild.

She squeezed her tits hard around him,
forming them into a dripping, sloppy-wet vice. Each time he pushed
forward, shoving his rock-solid cock near her mouth, Sandy wished
she could figure out a way to get her lips around him.

Two tit-strokes later, he had finally managed
to push his way up her body far enough that she was able to coax
Mr. Madisen’s dickhead about half way into her mouth, and once she
had him there, he stayed. She tightened the flesh vice around his
member, and started to slide her tits up and down his length so she
could keep that cock right where she wanted.

He breathed hard as she licked a circle
around his tip and urged him closer, sinking his prick further,
just a little past the ridge. A moment later, Mr. Madisen began to
pump again, but in very small, quick motions that dragged his shaft
in and out of her lips, but never entirely away from Sandy’s mouth.
Feeling emboldened by her boss’s slack-jawed pleasure, Sandy
decided to give him a little nibble, and then let her teeth drag
gently along his skin when he pulled back.

“Oh shit! Oh my God Sandy, that’s so good, so
good,” he groaned, arching his neck and thrusting his hips forward
so that his rod was shoved halfway in her mouth. “Oh my God, I
don’t want to cum just yet...” he trailed off and withdrew from
her. When he did, she noticed that his cock was dribbling a fine
stream of pre-cum, and jumping in time with his heartbeat.
He is
close
, she thought,
really, really close.

Then, in one of those insights that come at
the strangest time, she realized that if he just wanted to use her,
to fuck her and move on, he would have just launched that load down
her throat, thanked her and got on with his day. But, he wanted
more
of her. He wanted to at least prolong the pleasure.

Mr. Madisen interrupted her reflection by
pushing her knees apart and moving between them. She stared,
longingly, at his pulsing cock. She licked her lips, relishing the
mixture of flavors and scents that lingered in his wake. Mr.
Madisen’s pre-cum mixed with the traces of the milk that slicked
her tits for him tasted, to her, like pure sex. Raw, feral, almost
animalistic surged through Sandy’s body – something she had never
before felt. She reached down between her legs, grabbed the crotch
of her panties and actually
ripped
them when she yanked. She
needed him to fuck her so badly that the eighteen dollars she just
lost were of no concern.

“Please Mister Madisen,” she pleaded, “Please
give me that dick! Your dirty, slutty secretary needs you to fill
her up. She needs you to suck these big, sore tits and get all this
milk out.”
What on Earth was that?
Sandy asked herself.
You never talk dirty!
She arched her hips toward Mr.
Madisen’s groin, trying to urge him to ram that huge rod inside
her, to squeeze and suck her tits. She was not entirely sure where
this new, bold Sandy came from, but she
liked
it
nonetheless.

“Oh those tits,” Mr. Madisen groaned, taking
a handful and kneading out a trickle. “I can’t even tell you...
Sandy, you’re just perfect. Look at you.” He stared for a moment,
his eyes very obviously lingering on her breasts. She absolutely
could not believe any of this was real.
Here you are, Sandy
,
she thought,
a new mom, leaking all over the place, and this
absolutely beautiful man just cannot get enough. What in the
Hell!

He ran a hand down her body, swirling it in
the milk that had pooled between her tits. He tasted it again,
sighing out loud, and lowered his hand to the cleft of Sandy’s
legs, wriggling his two moist fingers between her lower lips. Mr.
Madisen stooped down, slipped his fingers just past her entrance
and deeply inhaled her scent before he licked her snatch up one
side, then the other. Finally, as he settled down, his fingers
rotating slowly inside her, Mr. Madisen tongued a slow, careful
line up Sandy’s pussy to her clit.

His fingers, halfway inside her now, turned
slowly before he found the spots that made Sandy wiggle the most.
Those, he lingered on, using his fingertips to stroke her favorite
places. Not a moment later, he shoved them further in, which made
Sandy let out a groaning giggle as she grabbed two handfuls of Mr.
Madisen’s wavy black hair and ground his face against her sex. For
what seemed like a blissful eternity, Sandy was awash with the
sensations of Mr. Madisen’s attention.

Soon, too soon as far as Sandy was concerned,
she felt a surge rise up inside her body radiating out from that
place on the front of her pussy walls where Mr. Madisen was
spending so much of his finger time. “Mister Madisen! Oh! You’re
making me cum! Keep... going, right there,” she squealed, “I
can’t... ooohhhhhh...”

Her whole body quaked with the rumbling groan
that her building climax forced from her lungs. She gripped her
tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She felt warmth
trickle out of her body and over her desperately clamping fingers
just as something else she had never experienced happened – a gush
of juice sprayed out of her sopping pussy as a prelude to a
mind-bending series of muscle squeezes and pulses. She felt her
walls grip Mr. Madisen’s curling fingers and hold them in place as
another tiny geyser spouted out of her sex and onto Mr. Madisen’s
chin.

He kept his tongue going, lashing quicker.
His fingers pressing harder into her body, he coaxed from her an
orgasm that made her toes curl up, her heart beat faster and her
brain almost turn off. The scent of her musk, the feeling of his
hands and tongue, and the wildly erotic, animalistic sensuality of
the trails of milk running down her sides drove her to heights she
had never before visited; vistas of pleasure she never imagined.
She let out squeals, grunts, and finally, the hot, desperate air in
the back of her lungs escaped her chest in a torrent as the last of
her pussy juice escaped her sex, wetting the carpet under her
body.

She pulled in a huge breath, held it for a
moment, and then exhaled.

Mr. Madisen put his hand against the side of
her face, petting her with fingers that filled her nostrils with
the intoxicating scent of her own sex.

He smiled warmly, his chest glistening with a
mix of sweat and her juice.

For a moment they just stared at one another,
almost as though neither was sure what to do. Sandy made the
move.

She briefly rested her hand on top of Mr.
Madisen’s before reaching down for his cock. Sandy drew her knees
up and put them around her boss’s back, tilting her hips so that
she could stroke his tip against her slit. As soon as she touched
the head of his cock against her sensitive, soaking wet pussy lips,
an aftershock made her body tingle with an electric charge. She
giggled a little, and rubbed him against her clit, sending another
thrill up her spine.

Mr. Madisen looked down at her, grabbed her
hips in his hands and lifted her body to his.

A sense of completion, of fullness, began to
spread through Sandy as her pussy stretched around Mr. Madisen’s
engorged cock. She
purred
when he removed one of his hands
and returned it to her chest, kneading those big, beautiful tits
that so obsessed him.

He moved back and forth in slow, cautious
strokes, obviously wanting her to be ready before he shoved deep.
She tried to urge him in, to make him move quicker, but he was
enjoying his meticulous pace.

“Please,” Sandy begged, sucking her lip
between her teeth and looking up at Mr. Madisen’s powerful,
gorgeous chest, “please fuck me, Mister Madisen. Please shove that
dick all the way in me. I can’t take anymore! You’re teasing me so
badly. All your dirty secretary wants is for you to fuck her and
suck all this milk out of her tits.” She affected a sort of
little-girl voice and gave one of her tits a squeeze, letting more
liquid run down her hand before she stuck her finger in her mouth
and licked it off.

Either the dirty talk, or the playing with
her body and licking made Mr. Madisen change his mind about how
fast to bury himself in her pussy.