The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. I highly recommend reading part one of "He Takes Care of Me" first. If you are a "breasts" person, you should enjoy part two...a lot. I hope you have fun reading it. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
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He had always taken good care of me, for most of my life really, but now I wanted him to take care of me in every perverted sexual way his creative mind could imagine.
My name is Gabrielle, and by "him" I meant my former dance teacher. It had been a few months since he force fucked me while I was immobile at a modeling photo session. I was furious when he first started taking advantage of me, but as he slowly ravaged my body with his soft hands and pounded me with his huge cock, I realized that I actually wanted to surrender my body to him and let my instructor do whatever he wanted with me.
The idea of giving him complete ownership of my body made me feel unbelievably horny all the time. The most intense orgasms I'd ever had in my life were while he was in total control, doing whatever sexually perverted things to me that he wanted. I didn't know why it was such a turn on, but I did know that I wanted him to use me as his personal fuck toy more and more every day.
He has said many times that he loves my gorgeous blue eyes and full pouty lips. He gets turned on by my shapely legs and what he calls my "spankable rear". What REALLY drives him wild though are my breasts. I have to admit, my breasts are very full, firm, and pert...the kind that seem to defy the laws of physics. I confess, I have occasionally used my rack to tease people, and I always love wearing clothes that showed them off.
So when my instructor admitted to me one evening that his biggest fantasy was to strap me into a metal rack and milk my tits while he fucked my pussy from behind, I thought it was a little unusual as fantasies go, but I wasn't overly surprised that he would get turned on by that.
In truth, it sounded REALLY hot to me too.
My breasts had never produced milk before and I sometimes wondered what it would feel like to have a man drawing down on my nipples and milking my udders. I asked him how my breasts could lactate without me being pregnant. He told me that there were certain hormones I could take to trick my body into thinking I was pregnant and that would allow my breasts to produce milk. The idea of him controlling my body at that level of intimacy was really tempting. I didn't tell him, but when he first proposed the idea my pussy soaked itself.
So, over the past few months, I have been taking progesterone and estrogen as part of a hormone therapy plan to increase the prolactin levels in my body. As the weeks went by, I noticed my breasts getting more and more sensitive. My nipples tingled often and got hard easily when I massaged them, which I began to do regularly. It felt so good while taking long warm showers to hold my melons and squeeze them, knead them, nurture them over and over. It got to the point where my nipples were so sensitive I could actually come while playing with them.
After a few months, I noticed that my breasts were slowly getting larger, something that my instructor clearly loved. During our fucking sessions, he started having me ride on top so he could watch my breasts bouncing up and down, making me do all the work as he just laid back and enjoyed the view. I loved knowing that my breasts were completely captivating his attention and that he was slowly training me to be his milking machine.
He enjoyed keeping me horny too, just enough to drive me to the brink of insanity. His favorite thing to do to my body was to have me get down on all fours and stimulate my breasts with one hand while the other played with my clitoris. He would edge me to the brink of orgasm and then back off right before I came, leaving my clit throbbing while he squeezed my breasts and drew down on my nipples for what seemed like hours. I begged him to let me come. I pleaded with him, but again and again, he would deny me release and slowly bring me back down just to start the whole process all over again.
I'll admit I loved it afterwards, but he was the worst bastard in the world while doing it.
When he finally did allow me to come, orgasms hit me like tidal waves. He would continue to squeeze and knead my breasts through it all, almost as if he were trying to make me subconsciously associate my orgasms with him handling my breasts.
After a few weeks, I began using a portable breast pump to further encourage my body to produce milk. It felt strange at first to have this little device methodically working my nipples, but I got used to it and actually started enjoying it. I would look forward to when I could come home each day, attach the cups to my breasts and have them milked while I pleasured myself.
A few weeks later, it was time, and the real pumping began.
That was my favorite part. I'll never forget how it felt the day he first attached the industrial teat cups on me...
I had gone to his house, excited but a little nervous. This was not just another fucking session.
He was finally going to milk me.
My instructor told me to wear a short skirt and a loose top so I had put on a short-sleeved grey shirt with a scoop neckline that really showed off my breasts. A tight black leather miniskirt hugged my curvy rear and a matching pair of high heels advertised my shapely legs.
He led me into his garage where he had set up an industrial style milking machine next to a large metal rack. I had never seen one in person before but it looked like one you'd see on a farm somewhere to milk cows. There was a small metal tank on wheels with various tubes connected to a claw-like container on one end and rubber teat cups inside steel shells on the other.
I raised my eyebrows when I saw the teat cups at the ends of the hoses. They were much larger than the ones I had been using at home.
"Those are what you're going to attach to me?"
"Yes," he nodded, "we're really going to work those amazing milk jugs of yours today."
I glanced down at my breasts, hoping that they would be able to handle the ordeal they were getting ready to receive.
Then, I looked at the rack next to the milking machine.
"...and what is that for?"
"I'm going to strap you into it so you can't change your mind."
When I bent over to inspect the rack, he was able to see right down my shirt. My huge mounds looked like they were going to spill out of my bra. Noticing he was staring down my top, I instinctively looked down at my breasts and up again at him, giving my instructor a flirty smile.
"You just can't get enough of these puppies, can you?" I asked with a naughty twinkle in my eyes.
He shook his head.
"No, I can't...they are the most perfect breasts in the world."
I blushed a little, looking down to admire them again.
"Ready to get started, Gabrielle?" he asked.
I put my hands on my hips and shifted to one side.
"I...think so..." I said hesitantly.
The thought of giving him total control of my body was exciting and a little scary at the same time. If it were anyone else, I would never have put myself in such a vulnerable position. For him though, I felt less nervous. I didn't know exactly what he was going to do to me, but I did know that he would keep me safe.
He always takes care of me.
Decision made, I crossed my arms at my waist and pulled my shirt off over my head, tossing it aside. He just stood there and watched me as I reached behind my back to unhook my bra. My full breasts pushed forward and practically spilled out of their holsters as I glided the bra straps off my shoulders.
