Daddy Catches Me Milking Myself : Daddy’s Cream 10

I’m a curious kind of girl, especially since Daddy took the adult lock off the internet.  Suddenly I see a darker, more erotic side of the web and I can’t get enough.  My tastes quickly become niche and I find myself fascinated by lactation videos.  It isn’t long before I’m trying it all out on myself!

And wouldn’t you know it, that’s exactly when Daddy catches me.  With my nipple in my mouth and my lips covered in milk I don’t think there’s any way out of this … or is there?  Read how I make Daddy think twice about telling anyone.

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“Show me how you do it,” he repeated.  “I want to see.”

I was nervous suddenly, but there was something about being watched like this that was exciting me.  In my porn odyssey I’d come across exhibitionism and it was always something that had intrigued me.

“If you want,” Daddy added finally, adjusting himself in his seat and fearing he may have misjudged the situation.

“I want,” I said, with a simple smile.

Daddy smiled back and relaxed again.  I closed my eyes and searched my hand downwards, opening my knees and letting out a gentle sigh.

I don’t think Daddy could see too much but he could certainly see how I was reacting.  I took a deep breath in and my big tits rose on my chest, bunched together by my shoulders.  My fingers slipped into the wet groove and I teased them inside my honey-pot.  I spread the wetness up my crease and circled around my stiffening clit, exhaling with a shudder and then looking at Daddy to my right.

He was sat up and rigid, looking much less relaxed than before.  The curiosity was more than evident, as was his arousal.  He uncrossed his legs and spread them, letting me see the big bulge that was still growing beneath his jeans.

My hand came under my breast and I brought it to my mouth, sucking over it with a soft moan and feeling the milk shoot into my mouth.

I suckled it down, tasting the sweetness on my tongue and relishing every drop.  As I fed from myself my hand continued to work around my sex, sending surges of electric bliss radiating through me in waves.

Daddy cleared his throat and shifted his weight, maneuvering his pants to allow for his growing appendage.

I stared at it lustfully, feeling the arousal wash away the sense of wrong that was shrouding everything.

“Have a taste,” I said, raising an eyebrow towards him.

His hands rubbed over his thigh and he leant forwards as if he was about to move.

“I—uhh—I shouldn’t,” he said, but it lacked conviction.

“Come on,” I said, “have a taste.”

Daddy leant as far forwards as he could now, close to the edge of the bed.

“Just try it,” I said, but truthfully I wanted to know what it felt like when someone else did it.

He rose to his feet and leaned tentatively over me, putting a hand gently on my stomach and bringing his lips to my nipple as though he was searching blindly for the stream of water from a fountain.

I held them up and touched them to his lips and his mouth opened in response, searching out the node and sucking it through his lips in an instant.

I gasped and felt the nipple pucker up and engorge in his mouth.  The milk flowed quickly into his mouth and Daddy swallowed down the nourishment with an approving groan, showing no sign of letting up.

“Oh, Daddy,” I whispered, running a hand through his hair and holding him to my chest.

He lifted a leg up on to the bed as he got more comfortable and soon he was lay beside me, suckling from my chest and loving every second.

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