Daddy’s Office Milking : Daddy’s Milk 9

Working for Daddy’s insurance firm has its advantages, but when he catches me masturbating in the interview room I knew there’d be repercussions.  What I wasn’t expecting though was the manner in which he doled out my punishment.  Soon Daddy’s guzzling milk from my big, bountiful tits and giving me the time of my life!  I just might have to be naughty more often!

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“You milked yourself?” he asked, perplexed and intrigued.

I sensed his curiosity and pounced on it, rising from the chair and walking towards him, my skirt up over my nave, my tits bared and looking beautiful.

“That’s right, Daddy,” I said, walking over to him seductively.

“How?”

As I approached he looked down me, taking a breath in and sensing the shift in power happening within the room.  Suddenly he was no longer angry, but curious.  No longer stern, but vulnerable.  Now was my moment to pounce.

“Would you like me to show you?” I asked, walking around the back of him and letting my tits slide across his suit.

He looked to his left, waiting for me to appear again at his side so he could take another good look at my huge tits.

“Can’t say I’m not curious,” he said, still eyeing them.

I sat in front of him on the table, staring under my brows and into his eyes as I began to play with my tits.  Something about watching him watch me was a huge turn on.  I could see exactly the effect I was having on him.

I looked down at my tits now as I squeezed them, and sure enough a bead of milk appeared on the nipple.

“My God,” Daddy said, eyes widening as he took a step towards me.

“See?”

He held my breast and examined it, seeming oblivious to how naughty that was now that his curiosity had bettered him.

“I don’t believe it.”

“Would you like to taste?” I said.  “Sometimes tasting is believing.”

Daddy scooped his finger over the nipple and popped it in to his mouth, rolling his tongue over the liquid as he prepared his verdict.

“That’s incredible,” he said, looking in my eyes.  All thoughts of punishment seemed to have been superseded by his wonderment.

“No, Daddy,” I said, offering my breast to him.  “Have a real taste.”

Daddy’s eyes narrowed as he thought of the consequences.  As far as his employees knew we were just talking in here.  No-one would ever imagine the reality.

He came to a decision and moved his head close to my breast now as my body tensed.  I felt his warm breath over the wetness of my nipple and soon his whole mouth was enveloping it and sucking hard.

“Oh, Daddy!” I gushed, sending a volley of milk in to his mouth.

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