The Succubus Milky Bounty Wilmot

Things have been amazing ever since Sabrina has entered my life. It was a bit unorthodox how we met, but my life has become so much better because of it. She's so good to me, but I feel guilty that there are times that I just can't keep up with her insatiable lust, but on those days she's perfectly content having me on her lap while she drinks my milk. She can't get enough and I'm more than happy to provide. And I'm forever grateful that she saved my ass at my job after missing work a few months back (her silver tongue is good at way more than just making me cum)

These thoughts fill my head as I busy myself with chores around the apartment. I want to make things nice and tidy for a wonderful evening in with my demonic lover, who just got a promotion at work and I really want to treat her to a nice home cooked meal with other spicy activities to follow. Sabrina and I usually split the chores but I'm in the zone and have mostly everything done within a few hours.

I have music playing in the background as I work, Backstreet Boys filling the apartment as they announce that they're back again and everybody should sing. The pressure in my chest has been growing over the last hour, and I decide that I'll pump a small bit after I finish vacuuming to alleviate my engorgement. I finish our bedroom and unplug the vacuum when I hear a rather loud knock on my door echo through the apartment, as if they had been knocking for a few minutes. I'm clad in full stay home attire with my lazy bun, my favorite sweatpants (Sabrina had replaced the pair she had ruined) and a tank top with no bra. I figure it'll be a quick exchange so I choose to forego the boulder holder.

I turn down my music before making my way to the door, but I can't see anyone through the limited angle of the peephole. A thought flashes through my mind that I probably wouldn't survive being in a horror movie as I open the door, but instead of a psycho killer I'm met with a divine ebony goddess.

I'm a bit taken aback at the gorgeous woman in front of me, equally so to Sabrina but in different ways. Her head is completely bald with an angelic face and bold, violet eyes that meet my gaze. She looks gym ready with matching mauve leggings and sports bra, but there's not a single drop of sweat on her dark, flawless skin. Her words snap me out of my admiring stupor.

"You must be Alex." Her British accent like warm butter hitting my ears.

"Yes, that's me. Can I help you?" I finally find my voice to speak.

"My name is Wilmot. I'm a friend of Sabrina's. Can I come in?" She asks, not waiting for an answer before sliding past me into the apartment, her arm pressing against my full left tit and I hiss at the pain.

"Uh, nice to meet you, Wilmot. Sorry, she didn't tell me we were expecting company, otherwise I would have freshened up." A bit of awkwardness in my tone at the situation while I shut the door.

"Oh, she doesn't know I'm here. I came to see you for myself." My brows furrow in confusion at her words as I notice her ogling my chest. I should have put on the damn bra.

"What's that supposed to mean, exactly?" A slight hint of worry coating my words as I attempt to cross my arms over my boobs.

"Ah, how silly of me." She says before showing me a tattoo; a red heart with spread wings. Here we go again.

"Oh, um... Can we talk about this?" My voice low, knowing anything I probably say will be futile.

"Trust me, she's talked a LOT about you, lovely. It's been a while since I've had any action and I figured she wouldn't mind." She winks, her smile almost blinding with her perfect teeth compared to her ebon skin. She's slowly walking towards me as I step backwards, and before I know it my back is against the wall.

"Nowhere to go, sweetie." She taunts as she places both of her arms on either side of my head. Are they all so forward? And so warm?

She presses against me, inhaling my scent while squishing into my chest and I groan from the pain. "Please don't." I whimper as she's pancaking me into the wall. "Oh, Alex. You're so full, but I'm gonna fix that." She whispers into my ear. The warmth and pressure from her body is causing my nipples to leak, and I'm sure she can feel it too through the thin fabric of my tank top.

"Looks like someone's sprung a leak." She chortles as her presence leaves mine and it feels like I can finally breathe again.

Her hands hook themselves into the opening of my tank top before ripping it straight down the middle, my large orbs bouncing and jiggling to freedom from their fabric prison and my tattered top dropping to the floor. "By Freyja..." She trails off, her mouth agape as she drinks in my engorged flesh. My nipples are steadily dripping and slowly becoming erect from her staring, even though I couldn't be further from aroused at this moment.

Wilmot leans down until she's eye level with my tits, before chomping down on my leaking bud and inhaling it into her mouth. The suction is so strong and my letdown is immediate, almost painful. She hooks an arm around my waist to pull me closer and her other hand cups the jug she's chugging, squeezing the base for an even stronger flow. God, she's pulling so much from me and I can see some of my nectar pouring out of the sides of her mouth.

"Wilmot, please. Not so rough." I plead, my hands finding her shoulders to try and pry her away from my poor tit.

My words have the opposite effect that I want, and her sucking becomes even harder. It feels as if my nipple is almost in her throat from the suction. It hurts so much. Her loud gulps and my whimpers overpower the soft music still streaming on the T.V.

I gasp when she mercifully releases my globe with a loud pop and it smacks hard back into my chest, making my milk geyser onto her face. My leaking nipple is so stretched from her forceful sucking, and she's eager to give my other teat the same treatment as she engulfs it like a vacuum. My letdown immediately follows as she once again pulls copious amounts of milk from me.

"God, you're sucking so hard. Please just let up a little." I plead to her again, and once again it falls on deaf ears.

She increases the suction just like she had on my other nipple, and I endure her oral torture until she has her fill, which is hopefully soon. I'm hoping Sabrina gets home soon to stop this madness, but I doubt this ebony shop vac will let me get to my phone. My mind is repulsed by her handling of my bosom, but my body reacts differently as I feel myself becoming wet. I keep up the force against her shoulders and I'm hopeful for some reprieve, but my efforts are fruitless against the firm grip she has on my waist.

She occasionally switches back and forth between my orbs, sometimes even sucking both of them at the same time and it felt as if my tits would be ripped from my chest. Sabrina can get a little forceful when she nurses, but nothing like this. She finally releases my poor bosom after what feels like an eternity.

My eyes have been squeezed shut to dull some of the pain from her forceful suckling, and I finally open them as I'm met with her demon form. Her skin is the usual red that I've become accustomed to, though Wilmot's is a different shade from Sabrina's. Her head is adorned in a sort of crown of about eight smaller horns compared to Sabrina's two large ones. Those violet eyes are now vermilion, and her large fangs protrude from her smile as she looks up into my eyes.

"Gods... you are truly delicious. Sabrina is one lucky bitch." She breathes, and I see her long tongue slither out of her mouth to clean her face from the excess of my milk.

I don't reply, instead taking my abused titties into my hands and massaging them to try and soothe some of the pain. "A-are we done?" I say shakily, though I have a sinking feeling that I already know the answer.

She cackles as she returns to her feet. "Oh no, my lovely. We're just getting started." She lilts before taking a few steps back.

I look down to see what she's packing down below, but I'm shocked that there's no fleshy monument outlined in her leggings. She must see the confusion on my face as she speaks up.

"You won't find much down there, I'm afraid. I'm a bit different from what you're used to." She explains, slightly raising her arms to the sides before I see them; four tentacles slowly emerging from her back, writhing and wriggling as they make themselves known. Oh fuck.

A mixture of fear and wonder surge through my body, and my face must reflect this as her words draw me back to reality. "Don't worry, my lovely. I won't hurt you, but that doesn't mean I have to be gentle." She giggles and I gulp loudly.

I feel my heart rate increase as those slimy appendages leisurely close the gap between us. Two of them aim for my sore tits as the others go for my torso. I gasp as the warm tendrils gently caress my skin, slithering around my chest and snaking into my sweatpants while coating my flesh in a warm sheen of slime. They feel like millions of small tongues lapping at my sensitive skin.

"Oh, shit." I gasp and my body shivers from the gentle touches.

"Gods, I love your body, Alex. You feel so good under my touch." She moans as the moist, pulsating feelers acquaint themselves with my body; groping the pliant flesh of my thighs and caressing my giant tits.

I feel the moist appendages snake their way between my legs, the slime mixing with my juices as one rubs against my slit. I attempt to squeeze my legs together to stop their advances but my skin is so slippery. The two exploring my chest begin slowly coiling around my mams, sinking into the deep flesh. I moan as the warm, throbbing tendrils squeeze the base of each tit and rhythmically squeeze their way to the front, making milk launch from each of my nipples.

"Ohhhh God." I groan as she milks me like a cow all over the living room floor.

"You're still a bit overdressed." She has a wicked smile on her face, and the tentacles in my pants begin pushing out against the fabric.

There's a hint of resistance before they rip through my pants with barely a struggle. I'm just not allowed a wardrobe apparently. Her eyes drink in my curvy form, completely nude and covered in her slimy limbs rubbing all over my body. "You are... majestic." I barely hear her over the soft music when I feel the tentacles exploring my thighs move to my waist. "Get over here." I hear her growl before I'm pulled across the room to where she's standing. The tendrils milking me release my globes, slithering up my arms before tightly gripping my wrists and raising my arms above my head.

"We're going to have so much fun." She says barely above a whisper, gently caressing my cheek with the back of her fingers and I slightly recoil from her touch. I can only imagine what she constitutes as fun.

The grip on my wrists is becoming a bit painful from supporting my entire body weight until I feel the slimy tendrils move down my legs, ensnaring my ankles in a similar grip. They pull my legs into an uncomfortable split and I'm slightly angled to where my cunt is bared to this demonic creature. I'm suspended in the air, completely helpless to whatever Wilmot has planned for me. I try to adjust my legs to where they aren't so painfully splayed, but the throbbing masses tighten their grip against my struggling.

I feel an intense heat emanating throughout my body, and the grip on my extremities becomes extremely sensitive and ticklish and I writhe in their tight hold. "What... what did you do to me?" I ask worriedly. I hear her chuckle as one of her hands drags across my tingly skin, drawing a loud gasp from me.

"I've coated your skin in a strong aphrodisiac. Your body is absorbing it as we speak, and your pleasure will be brought to new heights, my lovely." Her eyes meet mine with a hungry look.

"Oh shit." I gasp as she rakes her nails along my quivering stomach, leaving intense tingles in their wake.

Her long tongue leaves it's cave, beginning to lap at my skin as it licks up the dried milk on my torso before making her way to the source of the leak. "Oh fuck!" My skin is burning as she encroaches my milky sprinklers, my body shivering as she starts lashing at my poor nips.

"As much as I'd love to have more of your divine ambrosia, there's another drink I wish to partake in." Her words carry a flirtatious tone before she descends down my body.

She leaves trails of fire as she kisses down my torso towards my glistening lips. I feel a sweat break out all over me, the waves of heat pulsating through my body continuously coalesce to my clit and it throbs with need as her mouth gets closer and closer. Wilmot is face to face with my moist entrance, and her warm breath ignites every nerve and elicits another painful throb of my clit.

"No... don't." I whimper, twisting my body in her slimy grip to try and get away.

"I think your body is telling a different story, Alex." She laughs before taking a forceful lick against my sopping cunt.

"Gah!" I cry out, tossing my head back as she repeatedly swipes my lips like a melting frozen treat.

Holy shit, it's too much. My already sensitive folds are made even more so, and my body jolts as she bumps my clit with her tongue. Wilmot doesn't tease; she takes what she wants. Every bump and lick against my swollen bulb sends shockwaves through my body, intermingling with the heat from the aphrodisiac before returning to my clit and starting the process all over again. It's a vicious cycle, and I'm ashamed to say that it feels so fucking good.

"Ooooh, oh! Ohhh fuck!" I moan and groan as she services my labia. Wilmot is sloppy whereas Sabrina is precise, but the extra sensitivity of my body more than makes up for that in this moment.

"Gods, every part of you is absolutely scrumptious. Let's delve a little deeper." Her long tongue plunges into my depths, wriggling around and fucking me with her moist appendage.

Her tongue is so thick, it feels like a flexible penis as it assaults my insides. The warmth of her tongue radiates heat against my walls as she explores every inch. It feels nice, but I can tell my pleasure isn't exactly her main goal at this moment. I feel her bump against my womb a few times, adding more to the overstimulation of my pussy.

My body is taking over and my mind is locked in the trunk. I'm panting so hard from her oral assault, and my body feels as though it's vibrating from my heightened sensitivity. My walls are clenching against her tongue as she fucks my hot box, and I look down my body past my heaving tits and trembling stomach to see those vermilion eyes staring up at me. Her mouth has a seal formed over my lips, unyielding from my hips rolling in her face and I see her expression contort into a smile as she hums from laughter. The vibrations against my sensitive labia almost send me over the edge, and my clit is throbbing painfully from all of the sensation.

Her tongue matches every twitch and turn of my body, and I desperately fight against my slimy bonds but to no avail. A single touch of her hand on my thigh reverberates throughout my entire being, and my love button feels like a beacon calling out for her touch. The sensation is almost painful as she drags her hand along my raw skin until she's within an inch of my clit. It feels like it's almost reaching out for her touch, so close and teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm.

Her thumb begins rubbing my nub incessantly, and I almost black out at the attack of my hypersensitive button. Her thumb is moving so fast it's riding the line between pleasure and pain and it feels like I'm pushed off of a cliff as I fall into orgasm.

"AH!" I barely manage, hardly even able to breathe.

It's like a bomb explodes throughout my body. I'm used to a slow buildup into a wonderful climax that can sometimes last for a few minutes, but this is different. This is sudden and sharp, and my entire form is writhing and shaking as if I'm being exorcised. What is normally strong, blissful waves coursing through me is now a giant tsunami, crashing against me and leaving nothing in it's wake. Her continuous strumming of my engorged clit adds more and more strength to that wave, making it's rounds through me before pooling into my cunt as I squirt into Wilmot's mouth.

She swallows everything I have to offer, moaning into my cunt as she hungrily slurps up my juices. She drags her tongue out of my tunnel with a loud *shlorp*, and a few drops of my residual fluids fall onto the floor.

"Holy shit. You came so hard, naughty girl." I hardly hear her laugh over the pounding in my ears.

Almost as fast as the orgasm came, it's gone. I'm trying so hard to catch my breath, but she gives me no reprieve as she spanks my clit a few times.

"Naughty, naughty girl." She titters, reveling in my lustful pain.

I cry out but my voice is so hoarse it's barely audible. My stomach flexes so hard as I attempt to recoil from her slaps, but the hold on my limbs is unwavering. After a few more excruciating spanks, she moves to sit on the couch with me in tow.

The tentacles holding my wrists manipulate my arms until they're locked behind my back as I'm plopped directly onto her lap. "I could use a snack after all that." She sighs while eyeing my chest that's now level with her beautiful face. She dives in, mauling my poor tits once more. My head is spinning as I recover from my climax, so much so that I don't even hear the front door open.

"Oh, honey! I'm ho-oh my." I hear a familiar voice from behind me.

I turn my body as much as Wilmot's latch on my nipple allows me, and there stands my love. I feel relief wash over me now that she's home, and that this absurdity can finally end.

"Sabrina, thank God." I breathe and I can't help but smile.

She closes the door and places her things down before walking over to us.

"Wilmot, what the hell? I told you I was going to talk to Alex first. What gives?" Frustration in her tone as she looks down at the demon feasting on my milk.

She pops my nipple out of her mouth before replying. "I told you it's been a while, and I figured you wouldn't mind, us being sisters in the order and all. Besides, she's fucking delicious." She smiles before attempting to take me back into her mouth. Sabrina's hand meets her forehead halfway, stopping her advances.

"I think you've had quite enough, Wil." Sabrina says through gritted teeth, pushing her head against the headrest of the couch.

"We can share. Please. It's been so long!" Wilmot whines before her long tongue snakes out to desperately lash at my nipple, making me gasp.

I see Sabrina lost in thought for a few seconds, becoming entranced as she watches the long tongue lathing my leaking jug.

"Fine. Jesus Christ." Sabrina huffs, releasing Wilmot's head. She wastes no time gravitating back to my tit.

My heart sinks, and I look up at Sabrina with a look of terror on my face.

"What?" I whimper, confused at what's about to transpire.

She leans down and whispers into my ear, "I'm so sorry, Alex. Let us have our fun and I promise I'll make it up to you. We're gonna make you feel so, so good." She says before capturing me in a kiss.

I barely kiss her back as I try to process her words, and I feel dizzy as the reality of the situation sets in: they're both about to fuck my brains out.

Sabrina breaks the kiss before hastily removing all of her clothes, and I can't help but admire her beautiful body.

"Put her on the couch." Sabrina commands, and I'm turned around to take Wilmot's place on the couch at the edge of the cushion, and both women are crouched in front of me.

My arms are still trapped behind my back, jutting my chest out and both of my leaking nipples are staring at the two demons before me. They simultaneously lick their lips, looking at each other and giving a knowing nod before slowly inching towards my huge chest. One after the other they take my nipples into their mouths and the flood gates of my tits and pussy reopen.