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!

My ex-boyfriend has my new baby for the day, which gives me some relief—or so I thought. I’m still having to produce breast-milk when he’s not there so I can keep up his feeding. Well, that just so happens to be when Daniel walks in.

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?

Bruce has a smoking-hot crotch. Literally. Thanks to an unfortunate placement of his spectacles, a searing hot, concentrated beam of light is slowly combusting his shorts. In a flash, I leap into action, feeling the hidden power of my breasts come to life once more. A fast torrent of milk shoots from my big jugs and douses the embers, but now I have a lot of explaining to do.

I confess to older, hunky dilf Gerry that my nipples have started leaking milk and he gets very mysterious indeed. He tells me to meet him at an address the very next day and not to tell his girlfriend anything. When I arrive I’m presented with a strange set of apparatus. Gerry wants my milk and I want to give it to him. Strap me in and take it from me, Gerry! I’ll do anything in this BDSM, breastfeeding, forbidden encounter!