Page 108 of M!lked For His Pleasure

I didn't know why I thought it was a good idea to seduce the man behind the cameras, the one who had purchased me for a... a private milking.

I swallowed hard and arranged my pillows so that I could sit upright and support my mountainous breasts properly. And to show them off to their best advantage. This was what the aliens wanted, wasn't it? My tits. My teats...

The precious fluid that leaked from my aching nipples.

That was what had been purchased.

Maybe I was fooling myself to hope that he might want to fuck me, too.

With the little stone pot cupped in my hand I looked up at the camera's blinking red light and removed the lid. I set it beside me on the bed and dipped my fingers into the pot.

The salve was cool, but the warmth of my fingers turned it slick in seconds. Testing it, I spread the salve over my breasts, massaging in small circles from my collarbones down to the aching peaks of my nipples.

The salve felt even better against my chest than it had on my fingers. It sank into my skin, warming quickly and I sighed at the way it soothed my burning skin. I dipped my fingers back in the pot and spread it over my breasts, washing away the ache. After a few minutes I tentatively lifted my swollen breasts, only to gasp as my fingers ran over the tight, hard buds of my nipples.Goosebumps spread across my skin as my fingertips skimmed over the tightened skin, and I arched my back.

The salve made my nipples grow harder, but as I rubbed it into my flesh, the salve also seemed to soothe the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back against the pillows. I was so hungry. I needed to be milked soon. With the tip of my finger I drew small circles around my nipples, stopping when my breasts ached too much. I opened my eyes with a gasp and stared at the camera. What did he want to see?

He couldn't watch my every move, could he?

But of course he could.

I rubbed the salve over my breasts, both hands kneading and rolling them as I gasped and panted. I could feel my pussy thrumming with arousal. The sharp pleasure of my aching nipples mingled with the throbbing desire in my pussy .=

I bit down on my lip, trying to keep my mouth shut, but I couldn't help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped. I rolled my nipples against my palms, easing the intensity of the pleasure.

I rubbed my breasts, squeezing them and shifting them as I gently caressed myself and moved my pillows so I could lean back. I grabbed the stone pot and scooped out more salve with my fingers. I spread it over my palms and massaged it into my tits.

I was impossibly wet, and I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs. I moved my knees apart, lifting my legs and resting them on my pillows. I smiled up the camera as I spread my pussy lips with my fingers.

I moaned as I spread the salve over my clit.

I knew he could see me.

I knew he was watching me and I didn't care. He wanted to watch me come, right?

He couldn't know that my slick, swollen pussy was hungry for his emerald green cock... My pussy throbbed and ached with need. Desperate to be stretched, filled, and fucked. I wanted whoever was watching to see me come.

A louder moan escaped my lips as I slid two fingers into my cunt. Before I'd felt the achy desire to be milked. Now I needed to come.

Now.

I spread my legs as wide as I could as I fucked myself with my hand. The salve was warm and slick on my fingers as I pumped them into my hungry cunt. I moaned and arched my back, feeling the pain in my swollen breasts as I stuffed my fingers into my aching pussy.

My free hand rubbed over my breasts, and I rolled my nipples between my fingers and pushed my breasts together. As I tugged on my nipples, a new sensation coursed through me. A jolt of pleasure that fired straight to my clit and made me groan.

I rubbed my clit hard and my juices trickled down my thighs as I pumped my fingers into my needy pussy. I slid my fingers out of my cunt, wet and slick, and brushed them across my breasts, smearing them with my juices before I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked hard.

The pleasure that shot across my skin almost made me tumble off the bed. I cried out as I groaned and then stuffed my fingers into my pussy once more.

I moaned as I slid my fingers over my clit, spreading my juices over my folds and thighs as my pussy throbbed and ached. I needed to come. I needed to come desperately. And I wanted to come in front of the cameras.

My pussy clenched around my fingers and I shouted as I slammed my hand down on my pussy. I rubbed my clit hard, leaving a line of my own juices on my thighs as I pumped my fingers in and out of my hungry cunt.

My other hand squeezed my breast and then rubbed down to my nipple. I squeezed it and gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure and pain. I squeezed harder, rolling the long nipple between my fingers.

I remembered the mixture of confused pleasure and pain that accompanied the milkings. How the other women moaned and ground against their harnesses in an attempt to put some friction on their clits while they were pumped by the merciless machine.

I tugged harder and groaned as I felt the hot spurt of my milk over my fingers. The motion of my hand on my pussy faltered, but I bit down on my lip and rubbed my clit harder as I tugged on my engorged nipple.

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