Milk for the Billionaire (billionaire domination and lactation erotica) by Francis Ashe Page B

bra, squeezed again, releasing another drop and
causing her to yelp lightly with a mix of pleasure, pain and just a
little raw sexual urgency.
    She wrestled his tongue back into his mouth
and then let him invade her again. Somehow, the wantonness, the
ferocity of his actions made her entire body want to be taken by
him, ravished by this depraved billionaire. Sandy arched her back,
so often sore from the weight on her chest, but now seemingly free,
liberated from pain by how monstrously, terribly horny Mr. Madisen
had made her. She felt the lips of her slit move against one
another when she shifted position and realized that for the first
time in far too long, she was getting wet because of a man rather
than a five minute vibrator session.
    No way is this happening right now ,
she thought in between desperate, deep kisses, no way this is
happening . He gave her another tit squeeze, this one harder
than before. She felt warm milk trickle out of her body and down
her breast before it joined the rest in the spreading pool on her
bra. His tongue plunged deep again when she squealed, and Mr.
Madisen’s other hand went hungrily down her back, massaging her
upper ass and searching for a hook. She felt her skirt ease and
slip a bit when Mr. Madisen found and opened the clasps with a
metallic clink .
    Without warning, Mr. Madisen gave her another
hard, lusty kiss and then stood back, reclining his body against
his desk.
    “Sandy. I want to see you. Show me your
body.” His voice was somehow different than it had been. His tone
was lower, a little more urgent, she thought.
    Just as he said, she began to wiggle out of
her skirt.
    “No, no, no,” he said in that soft, insistent
voice, “make it sexy. Show me how much you want me. Show me how
much you want me to milk those big, aching tits. You know how badly
you want me to suck you, to slurp it all up, get it all out. Show
me how much you want it.”
    This guy actually wants me to strip for
him. Why does he think I’m sexy? Why does he want me anyway? Sandy wondered to herself, almost afraid that he was just joking
with her, just playing with her emotions. She was afraid that as
soon as she relaxed, Mr. Madisen was just going to start
laughing.
    In spite of the nerves and fear, Sandy could
not stop herself. Almost without thinking, her hips started to sway
from side to side. Slow little gyrations at first, as she slid the
zipper. Doesn’t matter , she thought, it just doesn’t
matter. I haven’t felt this good in... I don’t even know how
long. She had, she realized, wanted Mr. Madisen for quite some
time. But now, there was no simple want anymore. All of Sandy’s
desire, all her burning and all her insecurity began to vanish when
she looked Mr. Madisen in the eyes.
    There was no joke behind them, no
cruelty.
    He, she realized, needed her just as
badly as she did him.
    Sandy finished unzipping and let the skirt
slip halfway down her hips, keeping one hand on the waist in the
front to tease Mr. Madisen. She turned, still having trouble
believing that all of this was actually happening, and let the back
of her skirt droop low to give Mr. Madisen an eye full. I
haven’t done anything like this in a long, long time, Sandy
thought as she turned to give him a profile view and let the skirt
fall to the floor. One hand covered her sex and the other arm
covering those leaking, aching nipples that Mr. Madisen could not
ignore.
    She glanced over at him, and saw his gaze
locked on her moving body, eyes tracking up and down as he took in
the spectacle. He had a subtle grin across his lips and his face
was relaxed and content. He watched her hips, watched her face and
her breasts, hoping for her to take away that arm that blocked his
view.
    Sandy slipped a finger between her pussy lips
and felt the tiny, but growing, wet spot between her legs, which
made her blush. Blushing, she thought, me stripping, my
massively rich boss hungrily staring at my tits, and I blush
because I’m a little wet