Taboo Inc. Sex Mix 1 : 20 Pack Erotica Mega Bundle (eBook)

Kimmy Welsh (Autor)

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2018 | 1. Auflage
371 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
9780000085870 (ISBN)

Infos

The 'Taboo Inc. Sex Mix' is brought to you by your favorite erotica authors.  This 20 story collection features sinful virgins, seductive milfs, kinky lactation, depraved threesomes and naughty breeding fun between age-gap couples and trios.

This Adults Only bundle comprises over 73,000 words of descriptive, well written, spine-tingling erotica that you'll have to read alone.  There's something for everyone - don't miss out!

Stories Include:

1. Doctors Hucow

2. Farmer's Milk-Maid

3. Hitchhiker's Thirst

4. Doctor Milked My Breasts

5. His Seed Inside Me

6. Pumped Full of His Seed

7. The Boss Did It Inside Me

8. My Fairground Internal

9. His & Her Surprise

10. His Hospital Threesomes

11. Taking His Love While She Watches

12. Taken By Both of Them at the Beach

13. I Claimed Him After Ballet

14. He Finished Inside Me In The Gym

15. Virgin In My Car

16. Claimed Through the Glory Hole

17. My First Internal

18. His Hot Finish in My Virgin Sex

19. Catching Him and Claiming Him

20. Bred In The Cell

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At nineteen years old I already kind of thought I knew my body.  I was pretty mature for my age and comfortable in my skin, but when my breasts started leaking milk for no apparent reason, I guess I got a little scared.

It's a perfectly normal thing to do, right?  One day you're walking around and everything's fine, and the next, spurts of milk are dribbling from your nipples.  You'd be scared too!

My breasts have always been pretty big—and I consider them my greatest asset—but they've never behaved quite like this before and it had me worried.

So as you can imagine I was alarmed.  My first thought was to talk to friends but it wasn't something I wanted to admit to.  Instead I sought the council of Dr. Nichols who'd been my doctor for a while.

I'd always kind of had the hots for him and I guess things boiled over a little that day.  I liked a more mature guy, I guess and Dr. Nichols fit the bill perfectly.

"Dr. Nichols," I began, finding him in his office reading a book.  "I have something I need to talk to you about."

He was real attentive and always listened.  I think I liked that the most about him.  He really cared, you know?  He cared more than most doctors who seemed to just want to get you out of their office.

He took his reading glasses off and closed his book.  "What is it, Emily?"

"It's ... errmm."  I couldn't find the words suddenly.

"Hey, it's okay," he said, moving over to his couch and taking a seat.  "Come and sit here and tell me what's bothering you."

I walked over to him and sat close, looking him over solemnly and wondering if I should tell him.  His brown eyes were kind and inviting, luring you in with their mystery.  He smiled an encouraging smile, rubbing my thigh with his hand as he leaned in to me and I could smell that woody aftershave on him.  Dr. Nichols was a good-looking guy despite being well over forty.  My friends had always called him the D.I.L.F—Doctor I'd like to fuck.

"This is tough to say," I began honestly.

"You can talk to me, Emily, you know that."

As I struggled to find the words it occurred to me it might be better to show him.  I took off my jumper to reveal my grey tank-top that stretched over my tits, damp at each nipple.

"Look," I said, presenting my breasts to him.

Dr. Nichols didn't really know what to do but he did as instructed, staring at my chest quite intently as he shifted a little uncomfortably on the couch.

"They're ... big," he said eventually.

"But look," I said, placing a finger on my nipple that was protruding through the thin material.  "It's all wet with milk."

His hand came to my breast to feel it.  "So it is," he said, before realizing exactly where he'd just touched.  "Sorry."

"That's okay," I said nonchalant.  It was kind of hot to have him touch my like that but it did little to calm my fears.  "What do you think it is?"

"Well," he began, rubbing his chin as he continued to marvel at my charms.  "It looks like spontaneous lactation.  I've read about it before."

"Spontaneous lactation?" I asked, concerned.

"Oh it's perfectly normal," he said, rubbing my arm.  "Some guys love it."

As he said the words I realized by 'some guys' he meant himself.

"Should I worry?"

"No, no," he said with a little laugh.  "You just need to make sure you get the milk out regularly and it'll be fine."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, rather than it happening by accident when you're out with your friends you just milk yourself at home.  It's kind of preventative, you know?"

I was confused.  "Milk myself?"

"Yeah," he said, hopping to his feet and skimming through a book in his bookshelf.  "Like this."

He presented the book to me which had cartoon-style drawings of someone milking a breast in an eerily calm fashion.

"How the hell do I do that?" I asked, wondering why he should have such a book in his possession.

"It's easy," he began before adding: "probably."

My eyes shifted curiously.  "You've done this before haven't you?"

He put the book back on the shelf and looked at me.  "Your mother had the same thing."

I felt kind of relieved.  "And she's fine now, right?"

"Absolutely," Dr. Nichols said with encouragement.  "But I probably shouldn't have told you that."

"So ... can you show me what to do?"

Dr. Nichols pursed his lips and thought for a moment.  "Let's go to the bathroom," he decided eventually.

I followed him, a little nervous but curious about what was going to happen.

He turned the light on and let me in, closing the door behind and locking it.  "It's just easier to ... clean up," he said when he saw my look.

"Sure," I agreed.  "So what now?"

"Well," he said rubbing his chin.  "Take off your top I guess?"

I was a little reluctant but knew that it would be impossible if I didn't.  I tried to not make a big deal out of it, lifting my tank top over my head and tossing it to the floor, feeling my large breasts drop back down on to my chest and sway a little as I moved.

When I looked to Dr. Nichols he was wide-eyed and staring at them.

"Right," he said, as though he were daydreaming a little.

"Dr. Nichols, are you okay?"

He shook his head rapidly to try to free himself from his thoughts.  "It's just reminding me of something, that's all."

Dr. Nichols moved closer and examined them.

"Do you just squeeze?" I asked.

"Yes," he said bringing his hand up to them.  "May I?"

"Of course," I said, looking down at my chest as his hands approached.

They felt a little cool on my breasts but just to have him touch them was an immediate relief.  He squeezed gently and a drop of pure white milk announced itself on the tip of my nipple.

"There we go," he said.

"That's it?" I asked, a little disappointed.

He looked at me.  "Not exactly."

"What do you mean?" I pressed.

"Well, there is another way."

"What is it?"

He paused.  "I could ... suck out the milk?"

"Dr. Nichols!" I exclaimed.  I was shocked, but only because I knew that I had to be.  He could put his lips wherever he wanted as far as I was concerned.

"It works!" he protested.

I stood there with my hands on my hips, my big swollen tits sitting on my chest and waiting to be drained.  What else was I going to do?  I had to trust him.

"Okay," I said eventually.  "Do what you have to."

With that I opened my arms, releasing my body to him in my time of need.

Dr. Nichols wasted no time in approaching, stooping his head to my breast and circling his tongue around my nipple.

Before I could ask if that was necessary he'd clamped his mouth around the whole thing and had begun sucking with loving mouthfuls.

Immediately I felt a strange, wholesome sensation and an attachment to him that I've never felt towards anyone before.  Instinctively I moved my hand to the back of his head to cradle him against me as the milk began to shoot from my breasts.

"It's coming," Dr. Nichols gargled, spilling some on the floor as he swallowed the rest.

"You're drinking it?"

"Old habits die hard," he said, clamping himself back on to my nipple and sucking at it.

His hands squeezed as he sucked, firing longer jets of my warm ambrosia straight in to his open mouth and the pain I'd felt at my chest was fast subsiding, being replaced with a euphoric pleasure.

He moved on to the next breast now and as I looked down I noticed the thick protrusion in his pants.  Dr. Nichols was clearly enjoying himself.

As he sucked on my tits I began to feel a sensation I was quite ashamed to admit to having.  With each of his wet, loving gulps I became more and more aroused until my pussy was begging for attention too.

As his lips smacked around each nipple in turn I moved a hand down his back, slowly bringing it round to the front of his pants and rubbing it along his thick, hard dick.

I was worried how he might react, but Dr. Nichols seemed to take it in his stride.  Instead of protesting he quickly moved a hand down to his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down a little so I could get at him easier.

"Let me pull that cock out," I whispered down on him.

"Do it, Emily," he said before returning to my squirting nipples.

I reached in there a little tentatively, but my whole demeanor changed when I finally clasped my hands around his huge girth.  I was like a girl possessed suddenly and I knew I had to have him inside me.

I jerked him slowly in my hand as he continued to feed from my chest, then Dr, Nichols moved his pants down a little further and stepped out of them, standing now in only his long white gown and half-removed boxer-shorts.

His hands moved to my jogging pants and soon they were around my ankles, revealing my thin, black thong that was now the only thing between his fingers and my wet cunt.

He slipped his hands between my legs now as he continued to suck on my breasts and my body tensed, feeling his fingers smooth along the loose, sensitive flesh of my pussy, housed just beneath my thin cotton panties.

"Wet already?" he cooed, feeling how damp I was through the fabric.

"I want you," I confessed, running a hand through his black-grey hair.

He came off my breast and put...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 8.7.2018
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 9780000085870 / 9780000085870