Monday, October 18
Charlotte dropped her long, tan wool coat to the floor to reveal some lingerie she'd ordered online a couple days prior. White stockings with garters, White lace panties, and a white lace bra that had a pink bow in the center between the cups. Derek looked her up and down.
"Well, well, Red. I'm impressed. Those are incredibly sexy on you." He said, as he took slow steps toward her, unbuttoning his grey shirt. He put one hand around her waist and pulled her closer.
She'd asked his advice on what sexy undergarments would suit her, and it certainly seemed to be paying off. The main problem was that she'd ordered the cups a couple sizes up at a D, and they were still too small by the time they'd arrived, as her bust had nearly tripled in volume thanks to her unexplained lactation. This did give a nice push-up effect, though she couldn't wait to get the lacy material off of her sensitive breasts. They were already beginning to leak as Derek moved his strong hands up the front of her abdomen over the bra.
"You weren't kidding," he said as she began to moan, "There's quite a bit coming out already." He cupped her left breast and squeezed, and a rivulet of creamy milk dripped down the front of the cup and onto her stomach. He dragged his thumb across the stream and brought it to her mouth. She closed her lips around his milk-sweetened thumb, looking up at him, doe-eyed. Grinning, he grazed his knuckles across the side of her cheek and then pulled her face to his, locking their lips. Her hand traveled up his stomach to his pecs and the warmth of his skin comforted her hands.
His left hand traveled down her back, under her lace panties that dug between her cheeks somewhat uncomfortably, but her silent wish for him to remove them didn't come quite yet. He grabbed a firm handful, making her blush and moan into his lips. She hated how much his grin got her going. Her natural lubrication dripped down her thighs already, an invitation for his manhood that could have been seen across the room if his tongue weren't already down her throat.
Their lips parted, the two of them panting, as he grabbed one final squeeze of milk out of her right breast before walking a few feet to open the door to his bedroom. Charlotte's heart skipped a beat. She entered first, and was met with a firm but playful spank as she passed Derek.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but your butt is looking amazing." She noticed him staring at what was probably a faint pink silhouette of his hand forming on it. She admired herself in the mirror. It did actually look great. She was used to wearing more fully-covering and modest underwear, so she was surprised to see how good it looked in lingerie.
"Thanks," she replied, moving her hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ears with a smile and perching on the side of the bed. She watched intently as he removed his opened shirt and tossed it on his dresser. "You're looking... incredible. As always," she said, meekly, which was returned with a warm smile.
As he approached her, she began to remove her bra.
"No," he said, apparently preferring to do it himself. He stood, almost straddling her, and kissed the side of her neck as he pulled her against his chest, undoing the clasp gently, then pulling it off of her arms, and tossing it to the side. "Mmm, these have grown quite a bit, Red." He savored the sensation of his fingers gliding across her sensitive breasts, pinching a nipple and wiping away the drop of milk. Charlotte rolled her eyes back and smiled. She almost hated how much she loved being objectified by Derek, but she wasn't going to pretend that lactating wasn't the most exciting thing that had happened to her in a very long time.
He got on the bed, behind her, then wrapped his legs around her. He pulled her back towards him so that she was sitting on his lap, then began to massage her breasts while kissing her neck, sending stream after stream of milk onto her abdomen and on his carpet. Their collective breathing became louder and louder as his grip on her became firmer and more assertive. She felt the pulsating of his cock beneath her as he held her on top of him, enjoying her new changes. Her body began to grind ever so slightly on top of his as his hot breath traveled across the side of her face.
"You seem pretty eager to be filled today. I wondered how you were faring without me," he whispered into her ear, with all the confidence in the world.
"That's pretty cocky coming from someone who's clearly eager to fill me," Charlotte retorted. She felt his grip tighten on both of her nipples as she yelped in slight pain.
"What was that?" He said, grinning, the stubble of his chin grazing against her shoulder. He leaned back, taking her supine with him and rolled over so that she was beneath him. Grabbing both of her hands and pinning her down, he looked into her eyes as her breathing shuddered and she giggled nervously. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, sir," she said.
"So you're going to lie, too? Tsk, tsk. I expected better from you," he said as she heard the ratcheting of black, fuzzy handcuffs tightening around her wrists. He turned her lower body sideways, straddling her legs, and giving her butt a spank. "What did you say?" He asked again, as she winced.
"I said... that... you seem pretty eager to fill me," she said, anticipating another spank, which came a couple seconds after she expected, catching her off guard.
"And what else?"
"That you were being... cocky."
Another spank came. "And was it a good idea to talk back?" He said, straight-faced.
"No."
"Why not?"
