I wanted to dress her slow. Wanted to edge her until she’s so impossibly slick with arousal that I can fuck her hard and fast the way I know she wants it. But now I’m so turned on by her wanting it, I’ve basically edged myself. How much restraint can I muster? I’m already sweating from the effort it’s taking to hold back.
18
DODIE
There’s an urgency between us that wasn’t there a moment ago, and it has everything to do with Hordan being a big, loving, and generous pervert.
I’m so into it. He’s so fucking hot, even when he’s trying not to be. And the stockings and leather straps feel gorgeous against my skin, and when he slowly slides the silky sleeves up my arms and buckles them into place behind my back while the soft, sueded straps crisscross between my breasts at the front, leaving them on full display…?
I stand up and look in the mirror. I’ve never seen an outfit like this, but I love it. I love how open and made for fucking I look — because Hordan has got me so fucking aroused, that’s exactly how I feel.
I turn one way and then the other, checking out my bare ass and tits. I’m wearing clothes, but all the parts that would get in the way of milking or fucking are missing full. He’s got access to everything. Except my hand, I muse, clapping the strange padded mittens together. With my fingers trapped inside, I can’t really do anything with them.
Not even get out of this outfit. The harness buckle is behind me, so I couldn’t even reach it with my teeth. Should I be worried?
I look at Hordan, and he shows me he’ll unbuckle it anytime I want. All I need to do is picture it.
But I can tell he hopes I won’t asked, because as if I’m literally looking at me those his eyes, I look like the most sparkly, beautiful, suckable little thing he’s ever seen, and if I get down on all fours and start crawling around, I’m going to blow his fucking mind. Well, technically he’s worried he’ll blow his load from the sight of me — before he’s had a chance to fuck me full of cum like an absolute animal so he can see me crawl around stretched, swollen, and dripping with it while I’m wearing my pretty new outfit.
My pussy gives a warning tremor. He’s had me dangerously close to coming so many times I doubt I’m far from an embarrassingly premature explosion myself. I take a few deep breaths, to try and calm myself, but it’s no use. I want to make use of this outfit’s strategically padded hands and knees, and its apparent aphrodisiacal effect on my big, hunky monster.
Eyes on his, I sink slowly to my knees and crawl over to him in my steadiest slinky prowl.
The giant bulge in his trousers jerks so violently it dislodges buttons. I duck for cover as theypingaround the room, but I don’t dare miss the spectacle of his monster cock bursting forth in appreciation. There’s no denying that Hordan is incredibly attracted to me, and the feeling is so fucking mutual.
My pussy has been aching for another stretching from his giant cock, and my breasts feel huge jostling between my arms as I crawl closer to him with one mittened hand and then the other. I take a full sauntering circle around him, emphasizing the swing of my hips before I bump gently against his leg and nudge at his cock with my nose.
A few drops of pre-cum fall onto my tits, and I watch his eyes grow darker and hungrier with each passing moment as I sneak out my tongue and lick a thick, creamy bead of it from the tip of his penis. I hum happily as I swallow it down, and I go back for more as it wells in the eye of his cock, scooping it out with a flick of my tongue.
Hordan gives me a warning rumble, and his body trembles with tension as he restrains himself.
Does he think I’m teasing him? It’s only teasing if I deny him the chance to fulfill his desires, and I have no such plan. Iwanthim to fuck me like an animal. He’s built like a beast, and I like it. Alot. So if he thinks I’m going to stop begging him to pin me down and fuck me how he wants to, he’s wrong. And I’ll use whatever means I have at my disposal to make it happen.
I use my mittened hands to prop my full, tight breasts from underneath and thrust them upward. They’re so swollen with milk I barely have to tip my head forward before I can lick his cum from my skin. I do it slowly. Deliberately. Fucking him with my eyes the whole time.
One. Two. Three drops.
A fourth hits the breast I just cleaned, and I lick it up fast before latching onto the tip of his cock and suckling some more from the source. His cum helps me make milk, and every time I taste it now, my breasts get a teasing, tingling pulse to them that get my pussy wildly wet and needy.
I turn around to show my monster what he’s doing to me, and then I start crawling out the door, my mind set on finding the room I saw our new giant bed in.
I barely get two steps down the hall before Hordan is on all fours, chasing me. He nips at my ass, lashes at my holes with his tongue, and shoves his face into my drenched cunt, nudging me hard enough to thrust me forward. He wants me to keep moving,because whenever I stop to enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me, he slaps my ass and urges me onward.
He herds me all the way down the hall and into a room full of contraptions.
I glance over my shoulder at him, confused.
He responds with a slightly feverish energy and visual instructions for me to crawl into the stall in front of me, so he can attach what look like suction cups to my breasts. We’re in the milking room.
My breasts definitely need to be milked, and I’ve been looking forward to it since the last time. The blissful sensation of a letdown of milk is wonderful in and of itself, but it makes me so fucking horny to have him tugging at my teats with his powerful, fervent mouth. It creates a wild pleasure response that builds unfathomable momentum behind my orgasms, which he and I both obviously love, but he’s only ever milked me with his mouth.
Still on my hands and knees, I edge closer to the stall, taking it all in. It’s not very large. Maybe as long as I am while on all fours? There’s a cushioned section in the center, where I suspect my hips are meant to rest, while the small open space in front of it provides space to easily access my breasts. I almost miss the cushioned bar above, but it sort of matches the one at the back of the stall.
I check with Hordan if I’m understanding correctly. He plans to herd me into the little stall and bar me in place from above and behind, and then attach the nearby suction cups to my breasts, and turn on the machine to pump the milk out of me?
Hordan nods, his eyes dancing. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen it, so he’s very excited by this idea, and when I consider what that means, I predict I’m about to get fucked from behind by my favorite monster, just the way I like it.
I crawl into the stall without hesitation and Hordan groans in absolute approval as he closes the low bar behind my thighs and locks it in place before lowering the second restraint bar from above.
