Brat’s Cream

The older alpha male Mr. Denton is sick in my nurse's hospital and I'm about to give him all the sexy care he needs. He looks desperate and in need of milky nourishment and I feel like I have just the thing for him. A medical journal hints that my white nectar might be the cure and I set out on a devious plan.

This is a BDSM lactation story between an older man and a younger woman. I’m a curious kind of girl, especially since Ted took the adult lock off the internet. Suddenly I see a darker, more erotic side of the web and I can’t get enough. My tastes quickly become niche and I find myself fascinated by naughty videos. It isn’t long before I’m trying it all out on myself!

A training session with my older housemate John could only end one way. I complain about how difficult it is to carry the weight of my big chest while we’re out jogging and John quickly becomes curious.

I never thought I’d wind up bound by my own housemate while he pumps warm milk from my swollen chest in his secret dungeon, but that’s exactly what happened. When I discover the hidden room beneath the house I’m left aghast, but soon my fear turns to curiosity. When Carl catches me down there I'm eager to find out what fun can be had, and he's interested in finding out too. Listen as he straps me in and drains the cream from my stiff nipples as I take his length!

My chest hasn't stopped growing my entire life and now, at nineteen, they look fit to burst. When I complain to Oscar—my older housemate—about it he says he knows a way to fix them. You won’t find it in any medical books, but I can tell you it works! I’d do anything to relieve myself of the pressure, so I agree to his suggestion. When he starts to go to work I’m overcome with arousal and I find myself behaving very strangely indeed. Now I have to take down Oscar's swelling. Should I suck that too?