Bound & Milked By Daddy : Daddy’s Milk 7

Daddy and I had gotten close ever since Mom left, and I mean real close.  I can’t even remember exactly how it started but now I’d look forward to his new suggestions, keen to try out whatever kinky idea he had to offer.  Today Daddy came home with some lengths of rope and a dirty smirk on his face.  Turns out he had every intention of tying me up and milking me and I had every intention of letting him!  Read about our naughty adventures inside.

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“Taylor,” Daddy whispered now, removing my blindfold.  “You’re full of milk.”

I looked down to see my big veined tits bound on my chest with a bead of milk emanating from each nipple

“What?  What does it mean?” I asked, straining my neck downwards.

“It’s fine,” Daddy soothed, moving in and giving them another hard suck.  “It’s perfectly fine.”

I found his words calming once more, but I couldn’t shake the confusion from my mind.  What the hell was happening?

Daddy sucked harder now and drank down each jet of hot milk that squirted from my tits, swallowing them gladly as he held his stiff cock in his hands.

I watched in a kind of wide-eyed, horny shock that would have been much more extreme were it not for Daddy lapping it up as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

“Has this ever happened to you before?” I asked, looking down in amazement.

“With your mother,” he said, taking another suck.  “It must be genetic.”

Genetic or not it was driving me crazy and behind the sheer bizarreness of it all I couldn’t deny that it was turning me on.  Each suck sent another stream of juice to my pussy and watching Daddy enjoy himself so much was making me feel great.

He brought his cock to my tits now, sliding his hand over it as I looked down and watched him tickle my stiff nipple with the head of his dick, nudging it as he jerked himself.  Then he gave it a squeeze and I was shocked to see a torrent of milk shoot from my breast, drenching his cock in white liquid.

“Daddy, this is so naughty,” I gasped.

“Ain’t it just,” he said, jerking the milk over his dick.

He brought his cream-coated cock to my mouth and I sucked my ambrosia from him, tasting the sweetness of this new-found bounty.

I was limited in my movement but could just about pump my head over Daddy’s hard dick, rolling my tongue around his shaft as he breathed heavily over me.

“Good girl, Taylor,” he said, smoothing the hair from my face so he could get a good look at his cock disappearing past my lips.

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