Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set by Quinn Rossi Page A

Master's eyes wandered between
her face and her gigantic dripping breasts. He felt his cock grow
even more at the sight of her soft, bare cocoa skin.
    BEEP!
BEEP!
    The
sound of her husband engaging their late model Ford's alarm system in
the driveway shook her out of her fantasy. She blinked. Damn,
he did it to me again ,
she thought, looking down at her soaking wet pale blue panties.
She quickly clicked the red “x” in the corner of her
browser as she heard the clank of her husband's keys in the
door.  Shit,
shit, shit!  She
thought.  I'll
delete the history later,  she
silently promised herself. Her anonymous on line
Master, Farmer6969 was going to have to wait.
    “ Baby! How
was your day-” she greeted her husband as she took his
coat.
    “What's
for dinner?” Darod cut her off, ignoring her question.
“I'm starvin' yo,” he mumbled as he brushed past her
to the den.
    Fuck
my life ,
Clara thought as she rolled her eyes at Darod's retreating back.
“Umm, well I haven't exactly had time to get dinner going just
yet babe. The baby has been really fussy all day and...” Clara
trailed off realizing that Darod wasn't paying a lick of attention to
her. The game was on and she knew her husband well enough to know
that he gave zero fucks about anything she had to say that wasn't
directly related to putting food in his belly. The romance had been
sucked from their marriage years ago. In a last stitch effort to save
them from divorce, Clara purposefully got pregnant. The baby was
supposed to renew their affection for one another, but it was just
the opposite. Clara didn't think it was possible, but she hated Darod
more lately than she ever had before. He hadn't touched her since he
found out they were pregnant, and Clara figured it was just as well.
The sex they used to have was boring and unimaginative. These days,
the thought of his ashy, calloused hands on her made her nauseous.
Farrmer6969 on the other hand...
    She
sighed as she pulled a Hungry Guy tv dinner from the freezer. Ice
crystals had begun to form a crusty layer over the processed junk
food, but she tossed it in the microwave anyway.
    “ YEAH!!
ALRIGHT MO'FUCKA! ”
Darod screamed at the tv, startling Clara half to death.
    “The
baby is sleeping,” she called from the kitchen. Darod waved her
off.
    “Yeah,
and I'm still hungry. Da fuck's takin' so long?” he sneered
back, scratching the exposed scalp between his tightly braided
cornrows.
    Clara
gave him the finger behind his back. She felt her breasts tighten and
ache as droplets of milk soaked through her shirt. “Shit,”
she whispered to herself. Exasperated, felt her huge brown eyes well
up with tears.
    She'd
been over producing milk ever since the baby was born. By the time
their little girl was a month old, she had to purchase a deep freezer
to store all of the extra milk she pumped. Knowing that there was no
way the baby could drink all of the supply, Clara looked donating or
selling her milk. During her search she came across a site that sold
to adults as well. She was shocked to learn that there were men out
there who'd be willing to pay top dollar for what she had. One man
with the handle, Farmer6969, even offered to milk her himself,
training her to be a hucow.
    Hucow?  Clara
had never heard the term before, but something in his words
piqued her sex starved body and mind. As the marriage she'd been
pushed into disintegrated before her eyes, her own fantasies had
grown more and more depraved. Clara began to acknowledge a secret
part of herself that she'd kept hidden for as long as she could
remember: A feverish attraction to white men. She'd spent
hours on line clicking through images tagged with black woman, white
man or “bwwm,” for short. It was inspiring to see
sistas of all different flavors like her looking so in
love and happy with their ivory princes.
    At
a curvy 5 foot six inches, with huge dark eyes, velvety
chocolate skin, enormous, leaking breasts, soft