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These erotic stories may contain explicit depictions of love, romance, sex and sexual situations, intercourse, oral sex, lactation, mismatched ages, bondage and all sorts of hanky-panky. If erotic literature will offend you, or if you are not 18 years of age or over, or if your viewing erotic stories will contravene the laws of your country of residence, then do not access these stories.
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I had down-loaded another video from the amateur porn website and was masturbating as I watched it. The video featured a lactating young woman who also bound her breasts, two of my favorite turn-ons. Her breast was tightly bound with elastic, stretching the areola. It also made her breast jut out, and apparently increased the pressure because her nipple was spraying milk, not in the usual start-stop-start streams, but continuously for five or ten minutes. She managed to keep her face hidden for most of the video, but as I came, she leaned over to pick something up. I was staring at a face I recognized. Then I went and made some breakfast and thought about the video.
I had been watching the video for the last few weeks and it still turned me on as much as it had that first day. Some days I masturbated five or six times while watching it, I couldn't help myself. The woman was my ideal mate.
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Nicola arrived home early, from work. She kicked her shoes off and reaching behind her, under her blouse, she undid her bra, pulling it off one arm and then out the other sleeve. Then she pulled her skirt up and peeled her panties and panty-hose off.
There, almost human.
As she went up to her room she heard a groan and peeked in the slightly open door of her step-dad's room. Thankfully his eyes were closed. His trousers were down around his ankles and he was masturbating to a video on his computer. She arrived just in time to witness his explosive release. His come hit the wall behind the computer and draped strands over the keyboard. As she watched a smaller blob of come shot out and a few seconds later another blob, smaller yet.
She turned to go to her room but the computer screen caught her eye. Her mouth suddenly went dry and she couldn't swallow. It was her, she had posted the video a few weeks ago. As silently as possible she crept to her room.
Sitting at her computer, she clicked on the video and watched herself. It turned her on, seeing her own breast bound, milk spraying from her nipple. She cupped her pudenda, letting two fingers slip inside her hot, wet, welcoming vagina. Her fingers sought out the little rough patch inside her, behind her pubic bone and rubbed it while she massaged her clit with her thumb. She came, drenching her fingers.
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Nicola had been waiting for her step-dad to say something. It had been two weeks since she first caught him watching the video, but he kept silent. She knew he liked her, move than a father should, but he was her step-dad and whatever may happen, he took his commitment seriously. When she was eleven she had been adopted, five years later her adoptive mother died, and her step-dad raised her single-handedly since then.
Nicola started sleuthing. So far she had been able to surreptitiously catch him watching the video three times, but she was certain that he watched it much-much more. Sometimes his bedroom door was locked and she would and listen at the wall. She could often hear him groan as he came. When he was out, she went in his room, on his computer and looked at the video and the time it was last played. It was never more than six or seven hours ago, and usually more like one, two or three. He played it a lot, he obviously liked it.
What to do? I've seen him... maybe I should let him see me, I mean really see me?
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"It's Friday night, aren't you going out Nicola?"
"No daddy, I have something I want to do here," she said.
"Okay babe," he said, his eyes briefly passing over her full breasts.
Nicola went to her room and stripped naked, then she moved her computer desk and chair so that someone at her bedroom door would be able to see what she was doing. Next she pulled the door almost closed, leaving a sweatshirt on the floor as though it had dropped by accident, preventing the door from closing. The gap left was wide enough to give him a good view.
She knew he would watch the video and come five minutes later. Then he would go to the bathroom in his master bedroom. What he didn't know was that Nicola had plugged up his toilet with handfuls of toilet paper. He would have to walk by her partially open door to use the other toilet.
Nicola heard him coming upstairs, and put a glass against the wall, her ear against the glass and listened; she could hear him masturbate and then groan as he came. She quickly sat at her computer, leaned over the towel and looped the elastic band underneath and then over the top of her heavy breast. She tied a granny-knot and pulled the loose ends.
A few seconds later she heard his door quietly open.
The elastic tightened her skin, making her breast jut out. She pulled the ends of the elastic again, as her breast turned a rosy color.
He was at her door, she could feel him, but she dare not steal a glance, she didn't want to scare him off. Instead she intently watched her computer screen, staring at the recording she was making.
The areola of her bound breast stretched, covering almost half her breast. A little white bead of milk formed on the nipple and dripped. She pulled the ends of the elastic again, now the nipple was stretching over the surface. Milk sprayed in multiple streams as her breast slowly darkened. She moved around, trying to make sure he saw it all, while she kept her gaze on the screen. It was so difficult keeping herself from looking at the door, it took all of her willpower.
Suddenly he wasn't there. She heard the bathroom door close, a creaking as the loose toilet rocked and a few minutes later he groaned as he came.
When Nicola heard the bathroom door open she put a hand between her legs, fingers in her lubricious vagina, and scratched the little rough patch with her finger nail. She groaned as she came, quivering on the chair. Then she heard his bedroom door close.
I hope he saw. I hope he realizes it turns me on as much as it turns him on.
But later, and the following day he said nothing.
Was he content just to watch the video?
Nicola wondered,
