Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set (7 page)

“
Yes,
Massa…I’m sorry Massa…” Clara lamented
between slurps of the soaking wet tissue thin skin on Drew’s
scrotum. He rubbed his dripping slimy cock all over her face,
smearing her eyeliner, mascara underneath her eyes before slowly
sliding it back in her mouth.  Clara braced herself between
Drew’s heavy cock and the wall, taking deep breaths in
anticipation of her next throat fucking. Her hair was sweated out and
her entire body was steamed and dripping with pre-cum, sweat, milk
and drool but in that moment the only thing that mattered to her was
pleasing him. In that moment she only existed for the sake of his
pleasure. She sucked on his juicy cock greedily, desperately trying
to satiate the starving abyss that was her sexuality. Her plump pouty
lips gripped his shaft as it stroked in and out, rubbing off any
remaining pigment from her lipstick.  The stinging sensation in
her cheeks made her entire face numb. None of her toys could compare
to the enormity of Drew’s cock. She desperately wanted to use
her hands, but resisted fearing that he might take his shaft away
from her again.

Drew
took in his chocolate goddess. Her swollen lips wrapped around his
dick, her thick juicy thigh, her massive, leaking, hanging udders
slapping against her belly as her head bobbed back and forth impaling
her face on his inflated pole... The very sight of her soft curvy
sopping wet body made him fuck her mouth faster… and harder…
Drew gripped the sides of Clara's head, locking her in place while he
stabbed her throat repeatedly with his hard cock. The sick wet,
guttural gargling sounds emitting from Clara’s throat only
turned him on more, feeding his desire to own her for the sake of
both of their pending ecstasy.

“
Ahhhhh,
Fuck! Fuck! I’m going to shoot my load down your slutty little
throat! Is you want it? You want it?!” Drew growled repeatedly
as Clara relaxed her windpipe, inviting him to feed his sex to her.
“Ahhhh FUCK!!” He bellowed again, as creamy cloudy ropes
of cum shot into her esophagus, thrusting plops of frothy saliva out
of the corners of her mouth and onto her enormous dripping milky
brown tits. Drew gripped her head like a vice, holding her face in
place as his load spurted into her, sliding down her throat…
and out… and in again, finally smearing the last few dribbles
on her dewy face.

Clara
turned her head from side to side, glazing her skin with his thick
load, licking her lips and sucking on his spent tip, making sure that
no drop was wasted. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned as his
delectable salty bitternes slowly slithering into her depths. Looking
up at Drew’s panting, sweaty ivory physique, she batted her
wide mocha eyes at him, silently begging for more, knowing that he
wasn’t quite finished with her…

 
CHAPTER
SEVEN

           
“
Ahh, sssss-yeah,
you know exactly what to do with that big nigg’r mouth of
yours, don’t you?” Drew sneered as he pulled Clara to her
feet by her hair. He wound her thick, natural mane around his hand as
he guided her to the staircase. His cock was still semi hard, and
oozing bits of hind cum from his violent orgasm in Clara’s
windpipe. She barely nodded in response, bound by his grip on her
damp strands. The ravenous look in his eyes hypnotized her. He was
drooling at the prospect of finally owning her. “Get down
there… down…. Now spread ‘em… nice and
wide…”

THWACK!
His thick white hand came down on her caramel flesh with a hard pop,
sending a pronounced ripple through her thick ass meat. “
I
SAID WIDER!
” he bellowed. Clara jumped at the stinging pain
of his authority. Her pussy dripped slick nectar as she complied with
his demands. “That’s a good lil nigg’r,” Drew
hissed as he guided Clara on her hands and knees on the wooden steps.
She was enraptured by his passion. The air was thick with his
depraved intentions. The cloud of his presence behind her Clara was
ready and willing to surrender every part of her to him.

           
Drew ran his massive
hand along the deep velvety concave of the small of her back tracing
the curve of her rounded ass cheek. He leaned over her, resting his
hanging balls on the arc of her ass. The remnants of his dribbling
cock leaked onto her trembling flesh, dotting her hot dark skin with
his stone cold love. “See now, isn’t it easier when
you’re a good girl? I should only have to tell you things once,
nigg’r,” he commanded as his lips tickled her delicate
earlobe. “Do ya hear me?”

           
“
Yes Massa,”
Clara whispered. Her entire body was ablaze, pinned on all fours
against the steps as Drew ripped her saturated black thong from
around her hips and stuffed it in her mouth. The hard wood edges
pushed into her soft belly and thighs as she wriggled her exposed
body, causing her to gasp in pain. Drew tightly wove his fingers
through her hair with one hand and tickled her soaked pussy lips with
the other.

           
“
Comfy?” he
asked with a sly grin.

           
“
MMMM-mmmffff!”
was Clara’s only response. She flinched at Drew’s touch
as he roughly palmed he exposed as cheeks and massaged her glistening
slit. She knew from his emails that the only thing that turned him on
more than race play was overpowering a struggle. Her eyes rolled back
into her head as he dipped his long white fingers into her juicy
cunt. She was ready and willing to give him all that he needed. She’d
play any part she had to so long as the end game was Drew filling her
womb with his potent white seed.

           
He let go of her hair
so suddenly that her head bobbed forward, narrowly missing impact
with the hard wooden step beneath her. Clara’s entire face was
flushed with a sick combination of humiliation and desire. His power
over her gave her permission to be complacent. She no longer had to
think or make decisions. Drew was in control now.

           
THWACK!

           
“
AAHHHHRMMM!”
Clara let out a muffled scream through her panties as both of his
hands smacked down on her round ass cheeks.

           
“
You’re
mine tonight,” Drew growled deeply. The strain of desire in his
voice sent a shudder through Clara’s body. “This juicy
nigg’r cunt belongs to me,” he declared, jabbing two
fingers deep inside of her. “These huge milky udders belong to
me,” he continued, pressing on her enormous black tit smashing
it further against the step and forcing it to spray streams of creamy
milk.

           
“
MM-MM-MM,”
Clara moaned as he felt her insides. The degradation made her pussy
cream. The air was thick with Drew’s depraved intentions.

           
THWACK!

           
“
AAHHHHRMMM!”
Clara yelped once more and bit down on her underwear as Drew’s
cruelness stung her backside.

           
“
Now now, looks
like my little nigg’r sow has forgotten her manners. We can’t
have that can we?” Drew feigned sweetness. “You may
address me as ‘Master’ and only as ‘Master.’
You are my nigg’r slut and you only exist to serve me, ya
hear?” Clara nodded her head so vigorously propelling the beads
of sweat on her forehead to run into her eyes. She blinked furiously,
trying to quell the burning mix of makeup and salt until dark mascara
stained tears rolled down her cheeks.

           
Drew situated himself
on the step just above Clara’s head. The scent of his rich musk
invaded her nostrils as his sticky ivory balls rested a hair away
from her nose. Grabbing both sides of her head, he smashed her wet
face into his meat, smearing her runny mess all over himself. “Here
nigg’r let me wipe your tears of joy,” he moaned as his
cock grew hard again. “Ahhh, yeah that’s it. You’re
happy aren’t ya? Are you happy to be your white Massa’s
slutty piece of fuck meat? That’s all you are. Just a black
cunt for me stick my big white cock in…” Drew feverishly
humped Clara’s head, running his big veined hands through her
sopping black hair.

           
“
MMMRRR-YEF-MAUSKA!”
Clara cried out her muffled response. She felt herself becoming dizzy
as he took hold of her limp head. Her throbbing, empty pussy ached to
be filled. Her heavy milk laden breasts begun to leak out puddles of
nectar. As Drew pulled away from her head, he cupped her chin in his
hands and surveyed her smeared, ruined face.

           
“
Look at me,
heifer,” he commanded. Her wide cinnamon eyes were wrought with
desperation and desire. “Is this what you want?”

           
“
Yeff, Matta,”
Clara replied through her soaked thong muzzle. Long ropes of Clara’s
saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

           
“
Is this what you
need?” Drew’s voice was deep and controlled. He already
knew what her answer would be, but he needed her to say it. He needed
her to relinquish all of her control to him. She had to commit to her
body, mind and soul to his supremacy. It was the only way he would
know that she fully trusted him with the task of fulfilling her every
desire.

           
“
Yeff, Matta,”
Clara responded, looking him square in the eyes. She needed him more
than he knew. Time and reason ceased to exist and there was only this
moment. This night, between the two of them, where they would give
themselves to one another in the most sacred way. She’d allow
him to milk her, breed her, own her, in whatever way he saw fit. Drew
gazed down at his vulnerable black beauty, so willing and ready to
obey his every whim. His dick swelled at the thought of dominating
her.

           
“
Are you my
property?” he asked huskily as his cock drooled warm clear
pre-cum. “Do you want my huge white cock to fill all of your
worthless nigg’r holes?”

           
“
Yeff, Matta,”
Clara answered quietly, ashamed of her depraved craving to be a
slutty black fuck toy slave to her viciously insatiable white master.

           
“
That’s a
good lil nigg’r cow,” Drew said as the thin skin around
his cock expanded. “You serve me.
I own all of you
,
understand?”

           
“
Yeff, Matta,”
Clara surrendered her mind and body. He’d torn down all of her
defenses, only leaving her control over her ability to obey.

CHAPTER
EIGHT

           
“
Aghhhhmmm, yes,
Massa! Yes, Massa!” Clara’s pleading cries echoed
throughout her bedroom as she wiggled over the side of her bed on her
stomach. Her damp thong gag had been removed but was now entwined
around her wrists, bound behind her back. She twisted her hot caramel
body back and forth as thunderous ripples of pleasure coursed through
her body. Her swollen udders hung off the edge of the bed, dripping
at a rapid place. Clara’s mind swirled as Drew increased his
grip on the back of her knees, holding her legs apart, exposing her
slick aching cunt.

           
“
Is it time for
Massa to taste this sweet nigg’r juice?” he asked aloud.

           
“
Yes, Massa!
Please Massa!” Clara maniacally pleaded. Her neglected pussy
screamed for a touch, a kiss, even a whisper of his hot breath. She
rotated her hips from side to side to give herself a sliver of
satisfaction but her efforts were useless. Drew had her locked in,
face down, ass up, knees spread. He was her only salivation. As he
stared down her soaked throbbing hole, Drew licked his lips. Her
begging and moaning only served to grow his cock exponentially. As
much as he wanted to plunge his hard white dick into her, he
resisted.
The slower the burn, the higher the payoff,
he
thought to himself.

           
He dove into her hot,
bare, dripping black pussy, tongue first. He wiggled his tongue from
side to side spreading her thick cunt lips wide, allowing him greater
access to her drenched valley. He plunged into her tangy pussy,
greedily lapping at the soft folds of flexing tissue.

           
“
Aahh, ahh,
Ohhhhmmmmm- Massa!” Clara’s voice trembled as Drew pushed
his face deeper into her cunt. She was bare, bound and completely
exposed. There was nothing for her to do but feel. Her enormous brown
tits dribbled warm milk, which pooled onto the hardwood floorboards
below. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Drew gorged
himself on her, breaking through layer after layer of her spicy
essence.

           
THWACK! THWACK!

           
Drew’s hands
slammed down onto her ass cheeks, burning her damp flesh. He jiggled
her a bit before pulling her open and sinking his mouth even deeper
inside of her. He savored every lick, swallowing her bitter sex,
taking ownership of her power. He reached under her and flicked her
clit rapidly, causing Clara to tense her pussy muscles in response to
the thunderous sensation tearing through her hot, writhing chocolate
body.