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“Was that – I mean is that – milk?” the girl
asked staring at Bree.

“Yes” Bree responded unsure of what else to
say.

“Your tits are gorgeous,” the girl whispered
and suddenly feeling bold, Bree let the towel drop exposing her
glorious chest, with fat droplets of milk rolling down her tanned
stomach. Bree had experimented with girls in college, just like
most of her friends and suddenly she felt her pussy tighten as this
young girl eyed her chest.

“Try some,” Bree whispered. The girl’s eyes
widened at the thought and then she timidly stepped forward,
uncertain. The girl knelt at Bree’s side and then lowered her pink
mouth to Bree’s right breast.

“Ohhh,” Bree moaned as the girl gently sucked
at her nipple, causing Bree’s milk to flow faster at her
tugging.

“Mmmm,” the girl moaned in her throat as she
sucked on Bree’s hard nipple and Bree slid her hand between her own
thighs, rubbing herself through her swimsuit. The girl pressed her
mouth harder against her breast, and Bree felt the waitress’ soft
skin push against her own soft breast. The girl was gentle and she
tugged softly with her teeth, causing Bree’s insides to clench, the
sensation going straight to her groin.

“Sarah, where the hell are you?” a male voice
called and then a young man with thick blonde hair popped into the
tent.

“What the fuck?” he asked, seeing the young
server sucking from Bree’s breast, as Bree pleasured herself with
one hand, and massaged her free breast with the other.

Caught up in the moment, Bree asked in a
husky voice, “Join us?”

Unlike the girl, this server showed no
uncertainty and he was at Bree’s side instantly, bringing his
hungry mouth to Bree’s other breast.

“Aggghh,” Bree moaned loudly, writhing on her
lounge chair as she felt both of her breasts sucked and tugged. She
could feel her breasts being drained of milk and she rubbed herself
faster, feeling the tension build in her body. Arching her back,
Bree knew she needed a release other than the one from her breasts
and she cried out with desire as she came, twisting and trembling
on the chair, Sarah and the young man still sucking firmly on her
breasts.

“Oh god,” the young man moaned as Bree came
and she knew that her milk flow had sped up during her orgasm,
before diminishing. Both servers pulled off and stood up as Bree
hastily pulled her bikini top back up and fastened it behind her
neck.

“Wow, that was some good service,” Bree
breathed.

“I’m going to get back to my section,” the
young man said awkwardly, eyeing Bree as if he wanted nothing more
than to fuck her right then and there. Bree nodded, and the young
man sadly left the cabana.

“Hey! I’m hungry!” a voice called out as Dana
stepped into the tent, followed by Lindsay.

“Oh good!” Lindsay exclaimed upon seeing the
server, “We were ready to order lunch.”

The server plastered a smile on her face,
dragged her eyes away from Bree, and said in a too-high, perky
voice, “Great! What can I get you ladies?” Lindsay and Dana
ordered, and Bree managed to order some type of sandwich but she
didn’t pay much attention as she was still in shock from what had
just happened. She hadn’t fooled around with a girl in nearly
fifteen years. She bet Lance wouldn’t have minded that one so much.
And there had been something so dirty about these two young servers
drinking from her breasts. Bree figured they were in their early to
mid twenties, at least ten years her junior. The server shot Bree
one last salacious look before leaving the tent with their
order.

Lindsay giggled, “I think that girl has a
crush on you.” Bree just waved her hand and took a sip of her
daiquiri as she felt the moistness seep between her thighs.

***

That evening the women dressed in their best
outfits ready for their final night in Vegas. Their flight left at
noon the next day and they had enjoyed their trip so far. Aside
from Bree’s deviant escapades, she had enjoyed her time with her
girlfriends. She missed Miles and Lance but she definitely wanted
to squeeze in one last erotic encounter tonight before she went
home. She had also managed to hide her trysts from Lindsay and Dana
so far, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Strutting around in the Mirage, Dana declared
she wanted to go into the high roller room.

“Dana! Come on, we don’t have money like that
to spend,” Bree chided, teetering precariously on her four inch
gold heels.

“I do,” Dana sang, and she began to pull out
a fat wad of bills from her purse.

“Jesus!” Lindsay cried, rushing over and
stuffing the money back into Dana’s purse.

“Fifty thousand,” Dana crowed, her earlier
martinis clearly taking effect.

“Are you insane?” Bree hissed, “Carrying
around that kind of money?”

“What? William gave it to me,” Dana pouted,
referring to her fiancé. “And I can do what I like, and I would
like to go to the high roller room.”

Bree sighed and she and Lindsay followed Dana
to the high roller room. The room was intimate with low-lighting
and plush seats. Dana walked boldly to a nearby table and threw the
money down. The dealer counted the cash and spoke to Dana in hushed
tones. Lindsay went to the bathroom and Bree rolled her eyes as she
took a seat behind Dana, watching her throw away fifty grand.

Rolling her neck, Bree shifted in her seat,
and re-crossed her legs. Her deep red halter dress inched
dangerously high, and she tugged it down her thighs to keep from a
wardrobe malfunction. She gazed across the room and saw a slightly
older man staring at her, his eyes fixed on her thighs. Bree
wondered if she had given the man a bit of a show as she had
crossed her legs.

Curiosity getting the best of her, Bree
uncrossed and then re-crossed her legs again, pausing ever so
slightly for the man to get a view of her panties. The man
definitely noticed and he threw all of his chips down and strode
across the room towards her. He was tall, over six feet, and he had
thick brown hair and dark hooded eyes. He was very attractive, with
a strong jaw line and Bree guessed he was in his early forties. He
wore an expensive-looking black suit, and his grey shirt was
unbuttoned at the collar, giving him a slightly ruffled and relaxed
appearance.

As he approached Bree, he licked his lips as
if zeroing in on his prey and Bree felt her body tense at the
thrill.

“Follow me,” he said in a clipped, accented
voice. Bree shot up and followed behind this mysterious man, hoping
to escape the room before Lindsay or Dana saw her. The man bee
lined for the elevators and did not look back at Bree as he waited
impatiently for the doors to open. Without a word, he stepped aside
as the doors opened and motioned for Bree to enter first. Bree
stepped inside, her breasts struggling against the confines of her
tight dress, full and ready to burst.

The elevator zoomed upwards and Bree watched
the man cautiously unsure of what would unfold. They reached one of
the top floors and the man again motioned Bree out of the elevator
first, before he walked down the hall and unlocked a room. Bree
stepped into a magnificent suite with full views of the strip. She
gasped at the extravagant decor and the man smiled in a satisfied
way.

“You like?” he asked. Bree nodded. He stepped
towards her slowly, burying his face in her hair and inhaling
deeply. Standing behind Bree, he ran his hands up the back of her
thighs and under her skirt, grasping at her ass. Bree moaned
slightly as she felt his fingers knead into her flesh, and moaned
once more as she felt the man slide his finger under her thong
string and snap it back against her.

The man dropped to his knees and gently
pushed up Bree’s dress, exposing her ass. He moved his mouth to her
quivering cheeks and began to suck and bite as his fingers inched
closer to her anus. Moaning all the while, Bree tried to stand
still as the man played with her, and then she cried out as he
spread her ass and pushed his tongue into her asshole.

Running his hand to her front, the man gently
moved along her underwear, rubbing her clitoris through the flimsy
material. Bree’s breasts protested and she could feel her let down
due to her arousal. Slowly, the man pulled Bree’s panties off, and
Bree stepped gingerly out of them. Rubbing her pussy freely, the
man then bent Bree over so he could lick her pussy from behind. His
tongue rubbed her deliciously at his angle, and as he flicked his
tongue against her, his hands massaged her asshole, ensuring Bree
that she was thoroughly fondled.

Stopping abruptly, the man stood up and moved
towards a large bed just visible through a doorway; Bree followed
him wordlessly.

“Undress me,” he ordered. Bree pulled off his
suit jacked, and slowly undid each of his shirt buttons, before
pushing his shirt to the floor. His chest was sculpted and muscular
and Bree couldn’t help but run her hands over it. She was aching
for this man to bring his mouth to her breasts, but she restrained
herself and continued disrobing him. She undid his belt, button and
zippers, yanking his pants down, followed by his boxer briefs to
reveal an eager, throbbing cock. But before Bree could wrap her
mouth around him, he spoke.

“Dominate me,” he breathed, “I’ll do whatever
you ask of me.”

Bree’s eyes widened at this prospect, usually
she enjoyed the men taking the lead, but this was an erotic turn of
events.

“Lie on your back on the bed,” Bree ordered
watching the man eye her seductively before laying on the bed. She
climbed atop him, and brought her hungry mouth to his cock, wanting
to taste him. The man groaned as Bree ran her mouth along his
length, stopping to bite and suck before pushing him deep into her
throat. She could tell he was near orgasm, but she wasn’t nearly
finished with him.

“Sit up,” Bree commanded, and he sat up,
aroused waiting for the next order. Bree unhooked her dress,
yanking the top down and her engorged breasts broke free as they
began to squirt steady streams of milky liquid.

“Drink,” Bree ordered and she moaned from the
pleasure of her sweet release. The man only paused a moment before
bringing his mouth to Bree’s right breast, taking deep swallows as
her milk flowed into his warm mouth and down his throat.

“Ohhhh,” Bree whimpered, raking her hands
through the man’s hair as the man groped at her other breast, his
hand filling with milk as the juices ran over and through his
fingers. Bree grinded against the man’s cock, continuing to moan as
her breasts continued to spray on. Her dress hoisted around her
middle, Bree positioned herself over the man’s meaty cock and
gently lowered herself down just as the man switched to her other
breast.

Groaning deeply onto her nipple, the man
responded to Bree’s tight pussy wrapping around him, and he bucked
his hips in response.

“Ohhh,” Bree moaned softly as she lowered all
the way down, feeling herself stretch along. Breathing deeply, she
pulled herself off so she was rubbed spectacularly and then lowered
herself onto his throbbing cock once more. She began to move
quickly up and down his shaft as the man groped at and sucked from
her breasts.

Bree took the opportunity to squeeze one of
her breasts between her hands, spraying the man in the face.
Overcome with desire, the man made a deep sound in his throat and
he opened his mouth hungrily for Bree’s sweet milk to fall upon his
tongue.

Bree continued to ride him, shoving her
breasts back in his mouth, wanting him to empty her of every
succulent drop. Feeling herself near orgasm, Bree moved faster
before exploding around his cock, her breasts gushing freely once
more as streams of milk shot across the bed before the man could
drink once more. Following suit, the man called out with his own
release, his enthusiastic mouth pulling at Bree’s nipples.

When Bree finally trembled from her last wave
of pleasure, she gently pulled herself off the man. It struck her
that she didn’t know his name.

“What is your name?” she asked.

“Pieter.”

“Bree.”

Knowing she needed to get back to Lindsay and
Dana, Bree slipped her thong back on and pulled her dress back
down. Just before she fastened her halter, Pieter was beside her
licking his lips and pressing them to her breasts. His mouth tugged
furiously at her aching nipples, downing her last drops so Bree was
as dry as she had ever been. She tilted her head back, moaning as
Pieter worked her over one last time. Reluctantly, he pulled away
when he could coax no more milk out.

Bree snapped her top and steadied herself
before walking towards the door.

“Can we do this again tomorrow evening?”
Pieter asked, his accent heavy once more. Sadly, Bree shook her
head and quietly left the room. She stepped into the elevator,
pulling at her dress as she tamed her hair. Vegas had been an
amazingly erotic adventure. She would return home rested, relaxed
and well-fucked. Yes, Bree had milked Vegas for all it was worth
and Vegas had happily done the same for her.

Lactation Domination

By

Jemma Jones

Smashwords EDITION

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PUBLISHED BY:

Jemma Jones for
Smashwords

Lactation Domination

Copyright © July 2012 by Jemma
Jones

This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. The material in
this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for
mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18
years of age.