33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (36 page)

She nodded, sniffling. "Would you?" She eyed me hopefully.

My cock couldn't hold back any longer. "Anything for my wife's new wet nurse," I said as I plunged my raging hard-on into her tight, wet pussy.

She laughed. "It looks like I'll be nursing two babies soon!"

I felt her scalding walls contract around my cock as I plumbed her depths. Like I said, I had only ever fucked my wife before, so this was a brand new sensation. My brain was like a rocket on overload as my cock took control. Just the thought of knocking up this little lady sent me into outer space.

She lifted her petite legs up so that I could get further inside of her. I just couldn't believe that she wanted me to get her pregnant. That thought was mind-blowing.

"Ooh, I've never had a man in me this far before," she moaned as she arched her back.

I could tell by the contortions on her face that she was barreling through an orgasm. Mine wasn't far behind. I nearly came when I thought about watching her walk around the house, her large, pregnant belly hanging sexily out in front of her.

If my wife had any idea what I was doing (and what I was
going
to be doing) with her wet-nurse, she'd take the baby and divorce my ass. That just hardened my resolve to not get caught.

I bumped up against her cervix and I was only three-quarters of the way inside. I didn't want to hurt her, so I just held it there as I stroked her hair and kissed her face.

"You really like lactating ladies, don't you?" she asked as I slowly withdrew my cock from her vice-like grip. Compared to my wife's, her pussy was the tightest hole I had ever had my dick in.

"Yeah," I said, nodding my head as I concentrated on the incredible feelings my cock was experiencing. "Veronica never let me drink her milk. She said it was disgusting and wouldn't talk to me any further about it."

"That's sad," Suzie said, hugging me to her.

We were completely covered in milk and sweat and I was pretty sure I was going to have to get these sheets in the wash before she got home or we'd both be in big trouble.

"Why did she want to get pregnant anyway?"

"Well, it's a long story, but she's an over-achiever. She saw it as a challenge to be a working mom. In other words, she wanted to have her cake and eat it too." I sighed, wondering what the kid was going to think about his missing mother.

"That's not a good foundation to build a family on," she remarked thoughtfully.

"No, it's not."

"Well, I'll be here to make sure she has a good mother."

I smiled and kissed her on the nose. "You're going to have your hands full with two babies, you know that?"

She nodded and sprayed my face with milk. "That's what I want, silly!"

I lapped up the hot milk as it slid past my lips. I couldn't believe that I was going to father a child in someone who wasn't my wife. It was exhilarating to think that my dominant man-seed was going to seek out and fertilize her ovulating egg. My cock twitched greedily at the thought.

God, not only was I cheating on my wife of five years, but I was also going to be getting the girl pregnant. And if everything goes according to plan, she wasn't going to find out - not if I could help it.

"Cum in me," she moaned as I picked up my pace. "I want you to fill my belly with your seed!"

I pounded faster and faster, feeling my balls ache with the tension. Her hungry lips met mine and for the first time I wondered how we were going to be able to keep this a secret. As I got closer, I pulled my cock-head all the way out to the tip, then plunged it back in. I caressed her milky breasts as she patted her belly, showing me what she wanted.

Suddenly, my heart dropped as I heard the car pull into the garage.

"Oh God, she's home!" I said, but I was too far gone to pull out.

Suzie nestled up to me and whispered in my ear, "come in me, honey, impregnate me! We'll deal with your wife later. Fuck me until my womb drowns in your potent sperm!"

Knowing that my wife was nearby and hearing her words of encouragement made me completely lose it. I groaned and pulled her so close to me that she could hardly breathe as my cock stiffened.

"Do it!" she whimpered. "Put a baby in me!"

I did just that as my throbbing cock swelled and finally began spurting deliciously potent ropes of hot, thick cum, bathing her belly and womb with my virile man-seed. It seemed like forever before my cock stopped twitching and pulsing.

"That was fantastic!" she smiled and untangled her legs from me. "However, I left my clothes in the downstairs restroom, so I best be getting down there as quick as possible. I suggest you get the sheets in the wash - just tell her you spilled something on them."

I kissed her one more time on her sensual lips as I withdrew my meat stick from her filled pussy. She was right, I was going to have to get this cleaned up right away. First thing's first, however. I grabbed a bottle of air freshener and sprayed it around the room. Then, I hurriedly dressed and grabbed up the clothes and took them to the washer.

She must've had trouble getting the baby out of the car as she walked in just as I started the wash.

"So," my wife kissed me on the lips, "how did the interview go?"

I hoped that she couldn't smell or taste her on me. "It went fine," I said, turning my head when Suzie came out of the restroom. "I think she'll be a perfect fit." I hoped my enthusiasm wasn't too apparent.

"Great. Tell her she can start tomorrow!"

Oh God, I couldn't wait
.

Don't Forget the Milk

Nikita Storm

I couldn't believe it
! As a milking mother, I know about how long I can go without having to express myself. But, for some reason, today was different.

I left hubby at home with the baby and stepped out to get some exercise. When I was finished, I thought that I would head on over to the store and grab some things.

Wouldn't you know it – halfway through my shopping and my breasts decide to start leaking. This was a problem because I hadn't brought any cups to catch the milk in. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed my predicament and was grateful that they hadn't.

As quickly as I could without making a scene, I hurried to the ladies room where I figured that I would be able to relieve some of the pressure – enough at least until I got home. I had several days worth of milk stored up in the fridge, so I wasn't worried about losing any.

However, I was stopped dead in my tracks by those little yellow signs that told me that the restrooms were closed. Not only was the women's restroom off-limits, but so was the men's. Usually it was one or the other, not both.

Frustration built up inside of me as I thought about my options. I could finish shopping and hope that my leaking breasts don't start a river. I could leave my shopping cart, get in the car and express myself at home. Or...

I furtively glanced around to see if anyone was watching. A clerk walked past me and smiled and I waved at him and waited until he was out of my view. When I was satisfied that no one was around, I crept to the door and slowly opened it.

I'm sure I wasn't the first person to cross the yellow line and I probably wasn't going to be the last one. Whether this could be deemed an emergency or not, I wasn't sure. All I knew is that I needed to get this breast milk out of me so that I could continue shopping.

I cringed as the door creaked when it opened and prayed to whichever God would listen that no one would be inside. I figured if there was a cleaning lady, I could just explain my situation, tell her I would only be a few minutes and be on my way.

Unfortunately, that wasn't what happened.

For a minute, I completely forgot what I had come in there for. I was stunned to see a very tall, very muscular naked black man cleaning the floor as he whistled a tune.

As some of my milk began to drip down onto my belly, I forced myself to enter the room. I couldn't help it if some weirdo was in there mopping in the buff, I needed to get in there and get rid of some of this milk.

I kind of felt like a voyeur as I stood there watching him. He had a very large, erect dick – probably twice the size as my hubby's – a large, muscular chest and very powerful, long legs. To say he was gorgeous would've been an understatement.

Involuntarily, my pussy twitched. Outside of my husband, I had never seen a naked man before.
And what a man he was
! I shivered as a naughty thought ran through me. I swear, just looking at him, my engorged breasts leaked faster.

Taking a deep breath and holding my head up, I waltzed in, clearing my throat.

"Hey baby!" He looked up at me, not trying to hide his nakedness at all. He just rested on his broomstick and leered at me as though I was some piece of meat that he intended to purchase.

"I'll just be a few minutes," I said as I hurried toward the sink.

"I'm afraid I can't let you in here ma'am," he said, grabbing me by the shirt.

I pulled away from him, "I need to do this," I said.

His tone grew angrier and he moved toward me, "didn't you read the sign? This restroom is closed until further notice."

My indignation rose, but having this hot hunky man this close to me gave me goosebumps. "I saw the sign, and I also know that I need to get this milk out of my breasts or it's going to end up all over the place." I felt really weird telling a stranger about my breast problems. But it really couldn't be helped. "And then you'll be cleaning that up, too." I looked him dead in the eyes, "you wouldn't want to do that, would you?"

He shrugged, "that ain't my department."

I tried to walk past him, but he wouldn't let me.

"Fine," I gave in. "What will it take for you to let me empty my leaking breasts?"

I swear to God his leer grew wider and creepier as he thought about my proposal. My pussy betrayed me as I started to leak from there, too. I balled my fists up in rage.
Men were impossible
!

"Well," he said eying me up and down, "let's see what we have here."

I stood there while he ogled my body. I may have been a new mother, but I had kept in shape my entire pregnancy and I knew that I was a hot number. Apparently, he knew it too.

I had been lusted after by many men in my time, and I knew what was going through his mind. He was thinking about all of the naughty things that he was going to do to me – assuming he got the chance.

Finally, he made up his mind. "Why don't you take off your soaking wet shirt," he suggested as he moved back and began to stroke his cock.

My eyes were riveted on his massive dong and something inside of me wanted to do a little striptease for him. If this was what it took to get past the guy, then I would gladly do it.

Slowly, seductively, I pulled my clingy, milk-filled shirt off my chest. I didn't have the largest breasts in the world, but ever since the pregnancy they had grown in size and now were a very respectable C-cup.

I watched him fist his big, black cock and felt shivers race up my spine.
This was wrong on so many levels
!

"Do you strip like that for your husband?"

I shook my head. I had to admit that I had never intentionally stripped for anyone and I felt a thrill go through me knowing I was doing something my husband would disapprove of.

I stood there in front of him with only a bra and miniskirt.
What more did he want
? I twirled around for him, but I could tell by his expression that he wasn't satisfied. My breasts were beginning to ache from the pressure.

"The bra, too," he flicked his finger.

Oh God! He actually wanted to see my mommy breasts
? They were too big, too saggy and too full of milk for anyone to want to look at. I started to protest, but then saw a stern look on his face and knew that I had to obey.
Why was this strange, black man having such an effect on me
?

Without another thought, I reached my arms around my back and unhooked my bra clasp as it clung precariously to my breasts.

"There, now isn't that better?" His deep, gravelly voice cut into my thoughts. "Just let it drop slowly to the ground."

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I closed my eyes and gulped. Then I opened them again and stared at his massive, black dick as he ran his hand up and down it. Wetness seeped into my panties as I began to covet what I knew I could not have.

This was madness! I was a married woman for Pete's sake! What was I doing alone in a women's restroom with a hunky, large black man taking off my clothes in front of him while he jerked off
. Ha, it sounded like a perfect set-up for an erotic story!

Instead of letting my bra fall to the floor, I should just turn around and leave
. But I didn't. Something rooted me in that spot.
Was it fear? Was I afraid that the big black man was going to hurt me
? No, it was something deeper.

Deep down inside I wanted to relinquish control to him. I didn't know his name or from whence he came, but I didn't care. I wanted him to take me and make me his. The scary part was that I had no idea that this fantasy even existed in my - apparently - sheltered mind.

I took my eyes off his thick, black shaft and looked him straight in the eyes while I released the silky fabric that separated my body from his lust. Just like that I dropped all pretense of being a good-girl married woman. Five minutes ago, I didn't know it, but I needed this man. I needed him to take me and give me everything he had.

He must've seen the look of lust in my eyes because he stood and moved toward me with his hands outstretched. I don't know how, but he knew I wouldn't resist him - couldn't resist him.

I closed my eyes and drew in a sharp breath as I felt the first man's hand - outside of my marriage - touch me. Surprisingly, he was very gentle as his large, black hands caressed my needy, aching breasts.

Milk squirted involuntarily from my leaking nipples, coating his arm and chest. I moaned softly as he began caressing and squeezing my tender boobs. A flood of wetness gushed from my pussy as the naughtiness of what we were doing caught up to me.