Good 'Till the Last Drop: Lactation Erotica Bundle (8 page)

“Yes, sir,” Juliet whispered. Then just as
quickly as he had grabbed her ass, Jonathan slid off the bed, and
scooped up his clothes.

“See you downstairs,” he said, before
disappearing, stark naked, from the room.

“Holy shit,” Juliet whispered to herself as
she lay on the bed, unable to move. She wanted to feel guilty, but
she just couldn’t, considering she had just experienced the hottest
sex of her life. Forcing herself to move, she undid the collar and
placed it back in the closet. She slipped her bra off, and tied her
hair back before turning on the shower and stepping inside.

She rinsed off quickly, not wanting to waste
time and knowing she needed to get home. She dressed with speed and
crept downstairs, unsure of what to expect. Dressed in jeans and
black t-shirt, Jonathan sat in the sitting room with a pot of tea
on the table, along with cups, spoons, sugar and cream.

Smiling shyly, Juliet sat on the black
leather couch, not believing she had sat there only an hour and
half earlier, not knowing what to expect from this man. Jonathan
poured the tea and handed it to Juliet, a true gentleman.

“Thank you,” she said, realizing how strange
this was.

“Juliet, you were perfect. That was more
than I could have possibly hoped for when I set out to find a
sub.”

Again, Juliet blushed, unsure as to why she
felt proud of being a lactating submissive and cheating wife to
boot.

“You’re so quiet. Did you not enjoy
yourself?” Jonathan asked and his green eyes filled with insecurity
and worry.

“No! No! No! It was amazing. I’m still kind
of in shock that it happened,” she admitted, sipping her tea,
politely.

“Please tell me we can do this again,” he
whispered.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief. “I don’t
want to keep you any longer,” he said, staring pointedly at
Juliet’s wedding ring. He rose and went to an ornate side table
under a window and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a large wad
of cash and began counting bills under his breath. Juliet stood up,
trying to look dignified as she took the money. She decided she
would need to tell Matt that she got a job, but she would not be
able to admit how much she was actually making. Maybe she would
also say she got a promotion at work to explain the rest of the
money.

Jonathan walked towards her and handed her
an envelope filled with bills.

“Eight hundred.”

Juliet’s mouth dropped.

“You were better than anything I could have
anticipated and you tasted delicious. My thirst for your milk in
unquenchable.” He walked a stunned Juliet to the door and opened
it.

“Can we do this again Friday night?” he
asked softly.

“Yes, I’d like that,” Juliet said. Jonathan
leaned down and surprised Juliet by planting a soft kiss on her
cheek.

“Until Friday,” he said chivalrously.
Shaking her head at the polite dom, Juliet hurried down his steps
and down the street towards her hidden car. Once inside the car,
she squealed with delight at the cash in her purse. She hurried
home, her secret buried deep and deliciously within her.

***

Three days later, Juliet found herself
making dinner, her thoughts drifting to her next encounter with
Jonathan, which was only mere hours away. When she had arrived home
from her first encounter, Matt was sleeping on the couch. Relieved,
Juliet gave him a quick kiss and went upstairs. The next day Matt
asked only if she had a good time. Juliet, whore that she now was,
felt a twinge at her trusting husband, but made herself feel better
by arguing that she was doing this for the sake of her family. That
may have been true at first, but after seeing and being with
Jonathan, she feared that she would still carry on with him, even
if he paid her nothing.

Besides the fact that Jonathan was sex on
legs, there was something erotic about being owned by him and being
told what to do. Once Juliet had slipped that collar on, she had no
longer been Juliet but instead Jonathan’s toy. It was a strange
liberating feeling in her loss of control. There was no thinking,
only obeying and trying to please. And Juliet had felt such power
in pleasing Jonathan and letting him drink her milk.

Yesterday afternoon Juliet told Matt that
she got a job working a couple nights a week at an answering
service for a doctor’s office. She figured that would be hard for
him to trace and easy enough to believe. Matt was very excited,
which made Juliet feel worse, and he was in high spirits when he
came home in time for dinner, before Juliet had to go to
“work.”

After dinner, she and Matt put their
daughter down for bed and Juliet busied herself with getting ready.
She put on the same black bra, but this time she wore a thin, black
thong. She made sure her hair was as straight as possible. Since
her clothes didn’t matter, she decided to dress business casual so
as not to make Matt wonder. Tonight she opted for black pants and a
flowy green blouse. Of course, she made sure to wear heels.
Grabbing her purse, Juliet said goodbye to Matt, who once again was
watching baseball, and she hurried out the door.

Excitement coursed through her body as she
climbed behind the wheel and drove a little too quickly to
Jonathan’s. She had hardly slept since their first tryst, and today
she could think of nothing else besides tripping around his lusty
bedroom, wearing nothing but a collar and being his slave. Her
mouth watered at the mere thought of sucking his cock, and she
could feel the blood pumping deep between her legs.

Parking down the street once more, she
hurried along the sidewalk before ringing his doorbell and stopping
herself from bouncing on the stoop in her anticipation. She knew
she couldn’t show this eagerness to Jonathan, and just before the
door opened, she composed herself, a calm and serene look coming
upon her face.

The door swung open and Jonathan stood in
the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. Juliet’s eyes
drank in his powerful chest, his unruly hair, his smoldering eyes.
She wanted to throw herself at him, but she thought otherwise.
Jonathan smiled at seeing Juliet and he held the door open,
watching her ass as she walked by. Juliet stood in the foyer for a
moment, unsure.

“By all means,” Jonathan said, gesturing to
the stairs. A seductive smile played on Juliet’s lips as she made
her way up the steps. Once she had closed the bedroom door behind
her, she hurried to the closet where she hung her purse, and gently
placed her clothes on hangers. Fastening her collar, she made her
way to the bed, sitting down in her submissive pose on the inviting
mattress as she waited for her master to enter the room.

Within moments, Jonathan entered and Juliet
quickly snapped her head down before he stepped into the room. She
watched as his legs and feet made their way towards her; he was not
going to the chair this time.

“Look at me,” he commanded. Juliet carefully
raised her head, fixing her eyes on Jonathan’s face.

“Did you think of me since our last
meeting?” he demanded.

Juliet nodded and Jonathan raised his
eyebrows.

“Yes, sir!” she exclaimed quickly,
forgetting.

“I’ve thought about you, as well. You and
your glorious ass,” Jonathan paused and sat on the bed next to
Juliet.

“Lay across my lap,” he said softly.

“Yes, sir.” Juliet awkwardly arranged
herself across Jonathan’s knees and he helped arrange her body so
that she was more comfortable.

“Do you know what I’m about to do?” he asked
silkily.

“Spank me,” she said, her voice quivering
with desire.

“Spank me, what?” Jonathan demanded
roughly.

“Spank me,
sir
!” Juliet cried,
realizing her mistake. Gently, Jonathan rubbed his palm against her
bare, pale flesh, sighing with pleasure. Juliet’s pussy pulsed with
desire as her body anticipated Jonathan’s next move.

“Beg me to spank you,” he ordered
softly.

“Please, sir, spank me,” she said, groaning
with her desire.

“Say it like you mean it,” he growled.

“Please, sir! Please, spank me! Please!” she
begged, her voice filled with need and longing.

“As you wish.”
Juliet didn’t have a moment to think before she heard the loud
resonating smack and her body reacted to the feeling of Jonathan’s
palm against her flesh.

“Ahh!” she cried out, twisting from the
stinging pain, twisting, yet the pain quickly turned to
pleasure.

“Again!” she begged.

“Again, what?”

“Sir! Again, sir!”

His palm met her other cheek with another
loud smack and Juliet writhed on Jonathan’s lap, the physical
sensation consuming all of her.

“Your ass belongs to me,” he groaned, and
Juliet could feel his growing erection pushing against the
restraint of his pants. Jonathan spanked her again and again and
when Juliet felt she could take no more, Jonathan released her.
Whimpering softly, she crawled onto the bed, collapsing and
panting, her body sore yet singing.

“On all fours,” Jonathan ordered, and
groaning, Juliet forced herself upright as Jonathan pulled her
thong down her legs. Moving his head behind her, he brought his
mouth up to her wet and swollen pussy.

“Argghh!” Juliet cried out as Jonathan
sucked on her clit from behind, tugging it with his hot, urgent
mouth. She clutched at the bed covers as she rocked on her hands
and knees. Her bottom stung from being spanked, yet her sex was
dripping with her arousal. She braced herself as Jonathan ravaged
her with his tongue, turning her into a panting, wanton mess.
Unable to take any more, she came violently, rocking and moaning on
the bed as Jonathan continued to push his mouth against her tender
and sensitive sex.

For the second time, Juliet collapsed on the
bed and mercifully Jonathan let her be for a few moments. He ran
his hand across her pink and tender cheeks, admiring his handiwork,
and Juliet turned to look back at him. A small smile played across
his lips. Juliet returned the smile but before she could even
blink, Jonathan had flipped her over so she was lying on her back,
gazing up at their naughty positions. Jonathan hopped off the bed,
and grasping Juliet by her ankles, pulled her down the bed so that
her legs were hanging over the mattress.

Jonathan reached in his pants and pulled out
a condom, before quickly undoing his pants and stepping out of
them. He yanked his boxer briefs down and his cock was thick and
pointing to the ceiling.

“Juliet,” he groaned, grazing her collar
with his fingers, before thrusting into her with all his might.

“Argh!” Juliet cried out, as fullness washed
over her. Jonathan towered over her as he drove into her, owning
her and possessing her in every possible way. Pulling at her arms,
Jonathan righted Juliet so that she was sitting up, facing him.

“Take off your bra!” he demanded, his voice
ragged with lust. Fumbling, Juliet unhooked her bra, and her
breasts bounced free, falling against her body, heavy with the
weight of her milk. A strangled cry came from deep within
Jonathan’s throat and he watched with wonder as a slow trickle of
milk came from her nipples. Jonathan watched as fat drops of milk,
rolled down Juliet’s stomach and continued towards her pussy,
before mingling with her arousal. Unable to restrain himself any
longer, Jonathan brought his hungry lips to Juliet’s breasts,
sucking vigorously, causing her milk to spurt from her nipples.

Unable to catch the multiple streams of milk
now shooting from her nipples, Jonathan frantically moved his mouth
between breasts. The milk shot nearly six feet across the room,
before soaking into the rug. Moaning with his mouth pressed to her
breast, Jonathan continued drinking, satiating his greedy thirst.
Juliet moaned as she felt Jonathan tug at her nipples with both his
fingers and lips. His teeth gently bit into her nipple, another
pain and pleasure-filled sensation, to which Juliet moaned loudly,
as she clenched her muscles against Jonathan’s relentless cock.

“I’m going to come!” Jonathan gasped and he
cried out as he shook deep within Juliet, who followed suit, crying
out Jonathan’s name as she rocked on the bed. Her creamy milk still
flowed into Jonathan’s waiting mouth and she writhed under his
forceful sucking. At last, Juliet was dry and Jonathan pulled away
forlornly, clearly not wanting to release her breasts. He softly
kissed each of her breasts, before standing and collecting his
clothes.

“Once again, you amaze me,” he breathed. “I
truly wanted to indulge in anal play tonight, but I could not hold
out. Next time,” he promised, and with that he left the room.
Juliet forced herself to get up from the bed, her limbs heavy from
sex, and her breasts slightly sore from Jonathan’s enthusiastic
sucking. She pulled off her collar and stepped into the hot shower,
rinsing the evidence from her body. After her shower, she placed
the collar back in the closet and slowly dressed. She was already
looking forward to her next rendezvous with Jonathan.

She carefully made her way downstairs, not
wanting to make too much noise. Jonathan was seated comfortably on
the couch in a different pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He looked
as if he stepped out of a Ralph Lauren ad, tousled hair and all.
Smiling, Juliet took a seat next to him and winced slightly from
the sting of being spanked. She smiled weakly at Jonathan and took
her cup of tea. What she really felt like was a nice cold drink to
cool off her steaming body.

“I hope you are enjoying yourself as much as
I am,” he said simply, searching Juliet’s face for answers.

“I am,” she responded, unsure if she should
say more. “I’m married but this is the most exciting sex I’ve ever
had,” she blurted out.

Jonathan smiled ruefully and somewhat sadly.
“It always is,” he sighed. Juliet’s face must have looked confused,
because he continued. “I was married before and cheated on my wife.
I learned that sex with someone other than my wife was always more
enticing. It’s illicit.”