Wet Nursing Daddy : Daddy’s Cream 7

I catch Daddy in a rare moment of reminiscing, talking about the fun times he had with his ex-wife.  We get onto the subject of sex and Daddy lets on about their breast-feeding escapades.  I’m shocked by what I hear but can’t help but get a little turned on.  He tells me how good it felt for both of them and I find my curiosities piquing.  I just have to try it.  Daddy doesn’t need a second invitation and before long he’s sucking milk from my tits like he’s done it a thousand times.  And he’s absolutely right—it’s incredible!

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As I slid the shoulders of the bra down my arms I felt my mouth turn dry.  I’d never exposed myself to Daddy like this before, but then I’d never had a reason to.  Now I had the intrigue of experiencing this thing that Daddy had assured me felt incredible.  It seemed like a great excuse.

I tried to do it as naturally as possible, pretending I was in my own bedroom.  When the cups pulled of my big tits Daddy became more animated next to me, sitting up and paying close attention.

“Wow,” he said, and I turned to look at him.

He was still running his eyes over the soft, milky skin of my tits, tracing around my nipples as he took a deep breath in.

“They’re amazing,” he said, finally looking into my eyes.

I could see the lust in his wide pupils immediately.  “You really think?”

“Are you kidding?” he said, leaning forwards and reaching out for them casually.  He felt them with his soft fingers.  “They’re incredible.”

I looked down as his hands wandered over my tits and I felt a slight shot of guilt as my nipples began to rise on my chest.

I took a deep breath in and my tits pushed against his hands.  He cupped them tighter and sucked a breath through his teeth as he felt the stiffness of my nipples against his palm.

“Turned on already?” Daddy grinned, and I smiled and looked away in response.  “It’s okay,” he said softly.

I looked back to him with cheeks flushed red.  It felt wrong to be so aroused by the touch of my own Daddy, but I couldn’t deny that he was already having an effect on me.

“Now what?” I asked, trying to get us back on track.

“I start sucking,” he said, slowly leaning his head forwards and keeping his eyes on mine.  It was though he was waiting for me to protest and would pull away at a seconds notice, but he’d hear no such thing from me.

When he was an inch or so away from contact his eyes moved to my breast and he honed in on the nipples, opening his mouth softly and placing it on my tits.

I exhaled as his lips touched me, hunching my shoulders and shuddering.  Then Daddy sucked my nipple into his mouth and started to circle his tongue around my areola.

In an instant I was letting out these soft whimpers of approval.  It really did feel good and he hadn’t even got started yet.

“Oh, Daddy,” I breathed, moving my hand and holding his head onto me.

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