Daddy’s Milk Maid : Daddy’s Milk 2

I didn’t get enough milk from our cow for Daddy’s farm, so he decided to take the rest from me!  I had no idea I was even capable, but Daddy soon shows me how—and he’s not finished there!  Read about what he does to me afterwards!  It’s a whole load of milky fun!

Read An Excerpt

“They look amazing,” he said, almost hypnotized by them.

“Erm … thanks?” I tried.

Daddy reached a hand out and stroked my breast, running his finger down and off the nipple.

I tensed as he touched me, finding it strange to have my Daddy’s hands on my naked body.  But the scariest part was I still enjoyed it.  I still wanted more.

He took another step towards me and my pulse rose, the hairs on my neck standing up and my pupils dilating.

He bunched both breasts up together now in his hand and admired them as though he’d grown them himself.

“I’m going to suck them now, Amanda,” he said simply.

I couldn’t think of anything to say at all, instead watching as though I were a mere bystander.

Daddy stooped his head and lifted the breast up to his mouth, sucking lovingly on the nipple until it stood to attention in his mouth.

I let out a sigh despite myself.  Instead of fighting against it all I decided to embrace whatever sensation I felt, and the one most prevalent right now was pleasure.  Daddy was right.

He circled his tongue around the nipple as though he were performing some sort of magic ritual, kneading and massaging my breast as he did so until they began to respond.

I couldn’t describe exactly how they responded, other than to say I got a sensation within that I’d never felt before and it radiated over me like a warm blanket.

Daddy sucked hard and turned to the bucket.  I was surprised to see him spit a mouthful of white liquid in there and when I looked down I could see a droplet of milk attached to my nipple.  It was incredible!

“Daddy it’s working!” I gasped.

“Of course it’s working,” he said, almost offended.  “Are you enjoying it?”

I was almost too shy to admit it.  “Yes,” I whispered simply.

“Good,” he said, stooping and performing the same ritual on my other breast until it too relented and dispensed a shot of ambrosia in to his mouth.

Soon Daddy was squeezing them without his mouth and he brought the bucket up, holding it in one hand as he squirted me in to it.

“Here,” he said eventually, handing me the bucket when the effort was too much for him.

I gripped it below my tits in both hands and marveled as he massaged each to the nipple, shooting long jets of milk straight inside.

“Daddy this is naughty,” I confessed, looking down in wonderment.

“It’s not over yet,” he said.  “Wait and see what I have in store for you after?”

Well how could a girl not get excited by that?

Daddy continued to squeeze my tits, firing long jets of milk in to the bucket in the exact same manner I’d been milking the cows earlier.  It was incredible to watch and there was something strangely cathartic about it.

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