Chapter 14 #2
I probably should feel degraded when he uses words like udders and teats and milking.
But I don’t. My husband worships me. He adores me.
He would never speak to me with anything but total respect, except when we’re in an amorous bedroom situation.
Not just the bedroom itself. Sometimes, he comes up behind me in the kitchen, wraps his arms around me from behind, squeezes my boobs, and whispers his kinky words in my ear.
His favorite way of getting to me is to tell me to go into the bedroom and take off my shirt because it’s time to milk me. Over time, he has gradually stopped using words like breasts and nipples and switched to udders and teats.
I’m so aroused right now that the room is already spinning. We haven’t really even done anything yet.
“Do you know what happens to a hucow when one teat is stimulated?”
I groan.
He flicks my nipple with his tongue while he reaches up to pinch its twin between his thumb and pointer. “The other udder experiences the same letdown and starts leaking.”
I grip his biceps harder, digging my blunt fingernails into his muscles. He’s so filthy. His words are driving my arousal through the roof.
“I’ll need to pinch your other teat while I suckle this one to keep you from spraying the room with your milk.”
Holy mother… Could he talk any dirtier to me?
Before I can respond, he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks.
My breast instantly lets down. It’s such a relief as my milk fills his mouth.
And he’s right, the other boob is lactating, too.
The pressure is intense, and I nearly come out of my skin when he pinches off my nipple to keep me from squirting.
“Aaric…” I moan into the room. I’m restless, so much so that I’m rubbing my legs together. I’ve never touched my own pussy, but I have the urge to do so now. To reach between my legs and play with myself while he nurses from me.
After a minute, he releases my nipple with a pop and pinches it off. The pain is sharp and wonderful. It radiates through my body and makes my pussy pulse.
I might come completely off the bed if he doesn’t touch me between my legs. Instead, he switches nipples, diving forward to suckle from my other breast. I’m grateful that he’s evening them out, but I’m overstimulated and crave something more.
I’m a smart woman. He’s been preparing me for this day for weeks, slowly introducing me to this deeply kinky play.
I can’t imagine that other couples act like this, but he has assured me that every couple has their own private kinks behind closed doors, and that it’s nobody’s business what turns me on.
This turns me on so much. Some days lately, I’ve sat and stared at my husband, picturing this scene, soaking my panties with thoughts of what it would be like.
It’s so much better than my imagination. He’s growling against my breast, sucking harder this time, drawing my nipple into his mouth, rhythmically suckling me.
I think I might actually orgasm, but suddenly he stops.
I groan. “No… Oh God, Aaric…”
He releases me so fast that my milk drips out of my nipples. “Hands and knees, honey. I’m going to milk you properly. If you’re a good little cow, I’ll reward you by fucking your pussy after you’ve been drained.”
Trembling, I slowly back up and turn around to rise onto all fours. It’s obscene. My breasts hang heavy.
Aaric sets the pump under my chest before reaching back and sliding my panties down my legs. “Part your knees, naughty little cow. You aren’t permitted to orgasm until I say so.”
His words alone nearly make me come, and I’ve had exactly one orgasm in my life. He gave it to me a few hours before I gave birth. I haven’t forgotten the amazing sensation. I’ve been craving the experience again ever since.
Aaric kneels at my side and reaches under me to attach the cups to my breasts. He has to hold them both in place with one broad hand while he turns on the pump, and then they grip onto my skin and suction into place.
I tip my head back and groan as pleasure rushes through my body. I’ve been trained to get horny when he milks me. It’s never been quite this dramatic, though. Perhaps because I’m certain that the outcome this time is going to be him putting his erection inside me.
Aaric pets my hair down my back. It’s falling all around me, the locks not nearly as long and annoying as they were before my fancy haircut.
“What a good little hucow, letting your owner milk your full udders. Your teats are getting so long and thick. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?”
It’s difficult for me to hold myself up. My arms are shaking. Wetness is leaking out of me and running down my inner thighs.
“If you’re a good little cow and don’t complain while the machine works, after your udders are drained, I’ll rub your sweet pussy and let you come.”
My eyes roll back. He’s just so dirty. I love it. There’s no way I’d ever be able to share this kinky life with even my sister, but I do so love it. It’s like I was a zombie, moving through life on autopilot until I met Aaric and got lured into this sexy world.
He pets me while the pump does its magic, his palm moving to my butt and then the backs of my thighs. When he reaches between them, he tsks. “Such a dirty cow. You’re soaked from your milking.”
I moan so loud that anyone outside could hear me.
When my boobs are empty, the pump continues to torment my nipples, pulling them tight and hard. It always hurts a little, but in a delicious way. This time, my husband reaches between my legs and strokes his fingers over my folds.
The moment he touches my clit, I cry out and buck against his hand.
He sets a palm on the small of my back. “Stay still, naughty cow. We don’t want to dislodge the machine. Be patient while it stretches your teats.”
Heavens… His words. And now his fingers… He’s circling my clit. His other hand keeps me in place while he fondles me.
“Please…” I beg.
My husband slides a finger to my entrance and eases it inside me.
My vision blurs. It feels so good. I can’t believe how tight I am. A human came out of that hole. How is it so snug?
“Fuck, your pussy is gripping my finger hard, honey. Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?”
I whimper in response and rock against his finger, so desperate to come that I have zero concern for how dirty we’re being. All I care about is getting relief.
Suddenly, his hand disappears from my back, and a second later, the pump stops. He eases his finger out of my channel, too, and tips my head so that I’m forced to watch him suck my arousal from his digits.
It’s so sexy I nearly come.
Aaric removes his finger with a pop and gathers the equipment from under my chest to set it on the nightstand. “On your back, honey.”
I’m relieved when I turn over. I couldn’t hold myself up much longer.
Aaric grabs my hips and turns me so that my bottom is on the edge of the bed. He lifts my knees, spreads my legs wide, and before I can fathom what he intends to do, his mouth is on my pussy.
I nearly buck off the bed, crying out so loud it echoes around the room as I come hard against my husband’s mouth.
Grabbing his head with both hands, I hold him against me. It’s so dirty. I don’t care. It feels so good. He has told me over and over that it’s normal to feel this aroused and sated. Now, I believe him.
I can’t breathe properly, and he doesn’t stop. He thrusts his tongue into my channel, and then he sucks on my clit, drawing the tiny bundle of nerves between his lips until I’m nothing but a ball of greedy wanton need.
I come again, writhing futilely against my husband’s lips. Holy moly. I had no idea anything could ever feel this good. I’m flying.
When Aaric finally releases me, my legs fall wide. I can’t find the energy to pull them together, and I don’t care. He’s had his mouth on my pussy. Why should I care if he can see it so openly?
He grabs a soft burp pad from the nightstand and wipes his lips, making me giggle.
Grinning, he stands to his full height and pops the button of his jeans. I watch intently as he lowers the zipper. My heart is racing as he shrugs out of both his jeans and his boxers.