The aching in her breasts alerted her that it was almost time for Him to arrive home. Her face, had anyone been there to see that sweet, lovely countenance, lit up, the blue eyes brilliant and soft as she contemplated His imminent arrival.
She had been busy all day, scrubbing and cleaning and cooking up a storm, a delectable feast for His palate. Hurrying now, she gave a quick glance around, nodding unconsciously at the spotless house. The odour of beeswax from polished furniture wafted across the still, cool air of the house, twining with a hint of sweet vanilla in the background from the pure wax candles she loved.
Hurrying to their room, Linny shed her workaday clothes as she headed for the luxuriously appointed bathroom. Every time she looked around, she was reminded of His generous heart, His thoughtfulness, and love. Pulling her tee shirt over the silken blond tresses, she shook her head out, a shower of golden sunlight settling around her shoulders and spilling down her back. The fine boned narrow shoulders almost seemed too delicate for the heavy, pale breasts, which stood so proudly on her narrow torso. Translucent skin, networked by a delicate blue tracery of veins, the large areoles, and the swollen engorged rosy nipples were breathtaking. The heavy underhang of her large breasts begged to be cupped and licked, something He did frequently and with great pleasure to both. Linny's waist was narrow and slender, sweeping out to rich hips, a beautiful belly and long, gorgeous legs. Her buttocks, full and heart shaped bore the marks of His love, fading stripes, delicately pink yet obvious on the pale Nordic skin.
Bending, her heavy breasts swinging, Linny started the shower. A twinge in her breasts concerned her for a moment, and cupping one large orb, she squeezed its heavy flesh tentatively. God, she was so ready! Looking down, Linny could see the tiny raised bumps encircling the jutting nipple, each swollen duct full of sweet rich milk. As she squeezed carefully, a droplet of translucent milk squeezed out of one tiny little duct, hanging enticingly at the edge of the crimson bud.
Stepping in, Linny was careful to keep the shower fairly cool and to keep those warm, full breasts away from the direct spray. He would be expecting His little girl to feed her Daddy when He arrived home, tired and stressed from a long day's work and the last thing she needed was hot water teasing her swollen breasts into letting down their bounty to useless porcelain.
Efficient, a fluttering in her stomach presaging His arrival, Linny washed with the rich emollient soap He bought her, carefully cupping and rubbing a cloth softly over her heavy breasts and between the long legs. Spreading her thighs, she ran a quick razor over the long, pink slit with its pale pretty lips and deep red gash, ensuring that her entire cunt was smooth and slippery, just as He liked it.
In the adjoining bedroom, the clock radio clicked on, classical music wafting through the steam of the bathroom.
As she stepped out of the glass-enclosed shower staff, Linny paused. Picking up the heavy Egyptian cloth towels He insisted on ("my baby only gets the best next to her pretty skin"), Linny's heart felt as if it would overflow. Life had not been easy, a soft heart and a naive soul had led her to trust where trust should never have been offered. In her 40+ years, pain, disillusionment and unhappiness had been her lot, alleviated only by the love and joy in her daughters.
Then He came.
A big, handsome man, with blue eyes that could soften and make her heart melt, whose big soul knew how to soothe and whose love and sweet concern soothed cracks in her soul she hadn't know existed. Like herself, His earlier years had been hard ones, a bleak existence whose only bright spot was his beloved child.
And as her dearest Danny, her very own Daddy-Dom, enveloped her in his big arms, despite being a grown woman, Linny had felt for the first time, enveloped, protected and adored. Her heart and soul expanded as together they soothed each other's scars and learned to love again. Sometimes, lying wrapped in His arms at night, His quiet breathing in her ear, Linny wondered how two adults who had already lived a lifetime, could have been so lucky as to find their other half. It was as if they had had to suffer the indignities and the agony of their earlier years in order to embrace and appreciate the magnitude of what they now had.
Shaking herself, she stepped into the bedroom, padding to the closet, breasts jouncing, and the smooth apple cheeked buttocks flexing. He had emailed her earlier, telling her that tonight He wished her naked, shoes and stockings only but her breasts and cunt, His property, free and accessible to His gaze and touch.
As she thought of His mouth and that delicious sweet prick, Linny felt herself moisten between her legs. A little ashamed at how quickly even the thought of Him aroused her, she allowed herself to reach between her thighs and ran a long, slender finger along the length of her tight slit, pausing at the apex of the tight vee, and touching gently, the swelling clitoris which began to raise its impudent head between the labia.
Then sitting down on the bed, she pulled a silken stocking up the shapely calf, careful not to snag, the legs smooth and waxed, nothing marring their pale creamy surface. standing, she fastened the pink garter belt around her narrow waist, snapping the stockings to its dangling ribbons.
Opening her cupboard, she contemplated the array of stilettos critically, settling finally on a sexy strappy concoction of narrow straps and 4-inch stiletto heels. Bending, she savoured the feel of her breasts hanging freely from her chest, their aching fullness starting to sting.
Carefully making her way downstairs on the narrow heels, her breasts jouncing with each careful step, Linny quickly checked the oven, put the kettle on to boil and uncorked the wine. Then entering the living room with its rich persian carpet, luxurious and deep piled, the comfortable wide seated couches piled with cushions in rich silks and vibrant brocades, she sat, the long shapely legs crossed demurely at the ankles. Waning sunlight sent tendrils of liquid gold to spark on the deep blue of the carpet through mullioned windows, muted and soft on her pale skin as she sat quietly on the couch. Content, almost dozing, she was aware in a quiet part of her mind of the increasing fullness of her breasts. Her nipples, engorged and crimson, glistened as almost translucent drops slowly oozed from their yearning tips.
Linny opened soft, unfocused eyes as the grandfather clock in the hallway marked the hour. Pain began to intrude on her almost meditative state but before she could get agitated she heard His key in the door.
Joy leapt in her big warm heart as her Lord and Master, her Daddy entered. Closing her eyes, she took a deep cleansing breath, the smell of His cologne drifting to her very soul.
Entering the quiet room, strains of classical music drifting from the bedroom upstairs, Danny saw His little girl waiting patiently for His return. The silky golden hair spilled over the pale narrow shoulders, framing the fine boned face and huge blue eyes, which blazed out their love and devotion, making Him, catch His breath. He marveled, as He took in the sight of His beautiful pet, His precious little girl, her sweet curving waist, the swelling beautiful hips and those long gorgeous legs, silken and smooth in pale white stockings. But most of all, His gaze was drawn to those big beautiful breasts, now swollen and firm.
Standing in front of her, He drank in the sight of those life giving organs, the pale translucent skin with its tracing of blue veins and pink striations, the large areoles and engorged shining nipples. Leaning, He ran a yearning hand over their bounty, feeling with sensitive fingers the bumps and swellings of each swollen duct.
Smiling up at Him, her big gorgeous Daddy, Linny felt her heart overflow. His handsome face was tired, she noted, but still the soft blue eyes paternal and loving, caressed her face with their soft gaze. The full moustache framing His sexy mouth made her stomach clench as unbidden, she thought of that soft hair tickling between her legs. Unseen, a translucent stream squeezed out of her tight warm cunt to trickle down between her thighs.
"Is Baby Girl ready to feed her Daddy?"
His voice, resonant and deep, touched Linny to her soul and she shivered, as excited as a puppy at its Master's voice. Her breasts seemed to yearn toward him and suddenly a small stream trickled out of the crimson nipple to drip on her stockings.
"Yes, Daddy, your little girl is all ready to feed her dearest."
Linny's voice was sweet and high, its innocence and beauty striking awe in His soul as His little one gazed trustingly up at him.
Sitting beside her where she sat at the far right of the couch, Danny almost groaned as the stress of the day began to recede. He could smell the soft, milky scent of His baby and His mouth began to water.
Linny reached to her right and grabbed the nursing cushion her Daddy had bought her to ensure no undue strain disturbed His little one. Settling it under her right arm, she reached for her beloved Daddy and with a sigh; He stretched His big masculine length along the roomy cough, settling His head on His baby's lap.
Carefully, Linny cupped one heavy breast. The pain was sharp now as her ducts strained to release their fragrant bounty. A throbbing and almost feverish ache made her a little light-headed. He was a bit late tonight and her breasts were overdue.
Danny's head was pulled tight against her right breast, the left breast, heavy and engorged lay against her Daddy's chest. Carefully, Linny put a towel under its warm weight.
Then, skillfully, cupping the breast, her fingers squeezing the heavy nipple, Linny brushed the rubbery teat against her Daddy's mouth. Playfully, Danny kept His lips closed. Using her left hand, Linny pretended to be cross.
"Come Daddy, you have to drink your milk, like a good boy! Your little girl's titties have to be drained."
Tangling her long slender fingers in the thick hair, Linny turned His beloved face towards her breast, again pushing the nipple against the sensuous mouth. Unable to resist, Danny opened His lips.
Sighing, anticipating the release and feeling the throbbing increase, Linny carefully pushed the nipple up against the back of His tongue, His lips fastening on the dusky pink areoles, their sensitive surfaces feeling the throbbing ducts.
Closing His eyes, Danny began to suckle strongly, pulling that long spongy teat to the back of His mouth, His lips working strongly on the looming breast flesh now filling His mouth. Linny used her fingers to push the swelling breast away from Daddy's nose, holding the breast firmly against the suckling mouth but giving him room to breath over its burgeoning flesh.
Closing her eyes, she waited as synapses crackled and snapped and a message was sent to her brain at the feel of His beloved mouth suckling her swollen tit.
She groaned, as the aching increased, then suddenly relief overwhelmed her, as with a gush, the damn opened and her milk let down.
Danny almost choked as suddenly long hot streams of delicious liquid began to spurt down the back of His throat. Gurgling, He began to swallow, His mouth working strongly at the throbbing breast filling His mouth. He could taste each individual spurt and would pause for a moment, letting His mouth fill, then swallow, His throat working convulsively, determined not to lose a drop of this elixir.
Lost in ecstasy, He nuzzled into the soft fragrant breast, sucking strongly, making little noises of contentment in His throat. Distantly, He was aware of dampness on His chest, as Linny's milk spurted out of the left breast as well. His pants began to strain as His prick began to thicken and lengthen.
