Little Perversions - Sex Stories

Little Perversions

... clench as I remove the funnel, can you do that?” I nod impatiently, eager for any opportunity for release. As the warmed steel tip slowly slides out, I force myself to tense my muscles. The initial overflow is unstoppable, however. I can feel warm milk flood out of me in quick gushes, pouring down the back of my legs and into the heels of my red shoes. I feel momentarily defeated but then my soft moans fill the room when I feel your tongue lapping at the streams of milk. “Oh fuck…” I sigh as your lips press into me. Your tongue darts and coaxes fresh spills from my quivering hole as thought you're challenging me to hold it in. “Hurry. Please fuck my ass.” My nails are digging into the table beneath me and I can feel the quiver in my buttocks and the strain in my thighs as I struggle to stay tight and taut. Soon, I can feel the head of your cock sliding up the cleft of my ass before pushing more firmly into me. The pressure forces the milk from inside me and I hear your low groan as it bathes your cock. I push out again and it causes another hot creamy gush to flood us both as you bear down and sink your thick shaft into me. The hot patter of liquid hits the tiled floor with each thrust. Every time I think there’s nothing left, your efforts produce yet another spill and I can hear you swear and drive into me harder and faster as your excitement builds. You seize my wrists behind me and hold them tight for leverage, pulling me back against each thrust until my ass is ...

... slapping against your pelvis. “Look at all that cream,” you say. “It looks like you’ve had a dozen guys fuck that slutty little ass.” I know you’re looking at the back of my glazed thighs and thinking of that first night at the club, when I leaned over the bar to ask for a drink, right next to where you stood. “Nice shoes,” you’d said, nodding downward at my cum-stained stilettos. I’d flashed a smile back at you coyly. “Thanks. So, how come you don’t play?” “Oh, I do,” you assured me, leaning back against the bar and crunching shards of ice from your drink with your teeth. “I’m just looking for a worthy playmate.” “Where do I apply?” I’d giggled, licking each sticky finger while you watched. “I like to go pretty hard,” you’d warned. “And I’ll admit, I do get bored easily. But you… you’re something else, Babydoll.” Now, in the kitchen, you’re forcing me to my knees again, in a creamy puddle on the tiled floor. Your cock is freshly plucked from my ass, dripping with milk and now it’s pushing against my lips. “All the way in,” you tell me, as my mouth works your shaft, licking you clean. You run your fingers through strands of my wet, ruined hair as I lap at the rivers of wetness along your upper thighs. The taste of sweet milk is on my tongue. “I want you to fuck me until I come.” Finally you nod appreciatively. “I think you’ve earned it.” You pull me to my feet and then hoist me back up onto the table. “How bad do you want it?” you tease, as your hand slides down the back of my wet ...