Daddy’s First Suckle

Daddy’s First Suckle


I stood, naked, in front of mirror, amazed by what I saw. My breasts seemed to have grown over night, to twice their normal size. I had always had big tits, but this was damn near unbelievable! My nipples were elongated, a full half an inch longer than they had been when I went to bed the night before and my tits looked as though they were about to explode…felt like it, too. My milk had come in, just as the midwife had told me it would. My breasts were engorged and it fucking hurt.

I stared in continued amazement at their size and fullness. My tit flesh was milky white and the blue veins seemed to pop out. My breasts burned and ached in a way I had never experienced. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but run my hands over my erect nipples. They were rock hard. I ran my finger tips over my nipples again, this time causing a sensation I had never felt…a tingling in each of my breasts. I had no sooner felt what I remembered must be the let down reflex, as milky white liquid began to drip from my hard nipples.

I cupped each of my aching tits and walked back to the bedroom, unsure about what to do. My newborn baby was being cared for by a hired nanny. Should I go and find them? Should I try to go back to sleep? I couldn’t do the latter… my breasts were now screaming in pain, having been relieved of the tiniest bit of milk, they wanted to be relieved of more.

I decided to find the nanny and my son to begin nursing him, as had been my wish. I was just about to wrap my robe around me when my husband stirred in our shared bed and woke, to find me halfway out the door.

My husband is also my master. I have been his submissive wife and sex slave since our courtship began almost three years before. I continued to serve him after we married and in return, he treated me well, providing me with nearly everything I could want or need.

“Where are you going this early in the morning?” he asked.

I looked down at my feet, as was my habit when addressing my master and answered, “To find nanny.”

“What the fuck for?” he growled.

I opened my robe to expose my naked body in response, sure that my over full breasts would answer for me.

“Get back into the bed, bitch.”

I started to object but knew better of it.

I walked slowly to the bed and gently eased myself into it, unsure of what good it would do. I surely needed to be nursing! My body was demanding me to!

“Let’s take a look” my husband said into my ear, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and prickling at the touch of his breath.

I turned to him and again opened my robe.

“Holy fuck! Look at those! Jesus Christ, babe! It looks like you had plastic surgery over night! Here, let me feel them.” He reached his hand towards me and I flinched.

“Are you daring to defy me you ungrateful bitch? I said let me feel them!”

I hesitantly edged closer as his hands met my aching tits. He barely grazed his hands against my mounds before the let down reflex kicked in again and my nipples were once again leaking milk. But this time it wasn’t a trickle, it was more like a spray, each of my nips simultaneously squirting warm, creamy white tit milk in every direction, soaking my stomach and the sheets under me. I blushed from the unexpected mess.

“Holy shit,” my master muttered. He continued to stroke the tops of my breasts and milk continued to leak but slower and slower. He then began to flick at my erect nipples, playing with the milk that dripped from each.

“Those are mine, now, bitch.”

His response took me by surprise and I caught myself saying, “What?!” before I could stop myself.

“I SAID, those are mine, bitch! Your tits, you stupid slut. Those belong to me now, just like the rest of your body. Your tits and your milk are mine and you will do as I say, understood?”

I knew better than to argue with my master but I was confused. Was I to simply let the milk dry up?

Before I could think of a way to phrase my question without offending my master, he answered it for me by grabbing my right tit and milking it with his hands, pinching and pulling on my nipple, the milk squirting out in ever direction, stronger and stronger this time. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. The combination of the relief of pressure coupled with the friction of his fingers working my nipples was intense and deeply arousing. But before I could get used to it, he brought my tit roughly up to his mouth and began to suck, deep and hard at my breast engulfing my entire nipple and some of my tit flesh in his mouth. I felt the milk pour out as milk started to drip from my other breast.

He sucked hungrily from my tittie, massaging it with his hand as his mouth worked my nipple in a way I didn’t know was possible. I felt his cock begin to stiffen against my leg and, surprised, glanced down at it.

He broke his latch for just a moment and muttered, “stroke it, slut” before once again opening his mouth wide and sucking the milk from my titty.

I did as I was told, grabbing ahold of his throbbing dick and stroking it evenly and firmly, just the way he likes it, stopping a bit to squeeze the head and making him moan around my nipple. The more I stroked, the harder he suckled until my breast was nearly empty. He began to bit down on my nipple as my hand worked his throbbing cock faster and harder. He was sweating now and panting but never once did he break his latch on my tit.

He sucked harder and harder, draining the last of the milk from my breast before wordlessly moving his mouth to my other breast. He latched on quickly and made short work of pulling the milk down with his mouth.

I tipped my head back and moaned, the feeling so good, my pussy was starting to respond. I saw him smile around my breast and for a brief moment he took his mouth away, working my nipple with his fingers, milking my titty and said, “you like that, don’t you Momma? My little slut likes it when Daddy suckles her.”

He then put his mouth to my breast again, pausing only to bark, “I said stroke it, bitch!” at me, before resuming his feeding from me.

He sucked hard and fast, working my hard nipple until I feared I could take no more. I stroked his dick hard and fast, meeting the rhythm of his mouth on my tit. My pussy was dripping and my hips were grinding on their own, but nothing was touching my cunt lips nor my clit. I was about to have a titty cum.

My master bit down hard on my nipple, drawing out the last of my milk just as my pussy started to cum. I tipped my head back and yelped, causing my master to bite down harder and suck faster, increasing the intensity of my orgasm.

Still, I pulled on his cock, with shorter, faster strokes now, feeling his balls tightening.

He grasped my breast with both of his hands and sucked with a wild ferocity as white hot cum spurt from his dick, soaking my leg and dripping onto the sheets already soaked with my milk.

He suckled a while after his explosion, before laying back on the bed.

“Two things, bitch,” he said. “One, I mean it…those tits are mine now and all of the milk in them. And two…”

I looked at his eyes, which were twinkling with something new.

“From now on, call me Daddy.”

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