Milking Sex Stories – Milky Photos

Rob sat at his desk, shuffling through papers and looking busy when in reality he was watching the clock. It was almost five, and then he could go home to his beautiful wife and newborn son. Just one more minute… He put the folders down and grabbed his briefcase, grinned charmingly at his secretary and set off down the halls and out the glass front doors of the law firm where he worked. He took a deep breath of the city air before racing down the stairs of the nearest subway entrance.

Standing in the gently swaying train, Rob took his mobile out of his pocket and began flipping through his photo albums. He smiled at pictures of his newborn son, dressed in blue. He continued to swipe through the photos, pausing over one of his wife, Allison, standing in the kitchen. He brought the phone even closer to his face and couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips. Her light brown hair was hanging loose and the tank top she was wearing did little to conceal her swollen, pendulous breasts. He looked even closer… There were two damp spots in the blue fabric over her hard nipples. He sucked in a breath and felt his cock twitch. The train car gave a particularly violent shudder, and Rob snapped out of his trance, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and surreptitiously rearranging his stiffening cock at the same time.

Rob shook his head, trying to clear it. They really needed to get a babysitter for a night. It had been far too long since he and Allison had some time to themselves. He climbed the stairs out of the subway station, painfully aware of his still slightly stiff cock. He couldn’t get that picture out of his head. The thin blue cotton of her tank top, damp with breast milk from her huge, leaking tits…

When he let himself into the town house he noticed immediately that it was very quiet. He took off his shoes and called quietly,

“Allison?”

She didn’t answer, so he crept up the stairs, peering first into the nursery where the baby lay sleeping. He smiled and then tiptoed to their bedroom, pleased to find Allison sprawled atop the thick quilt, her mouth slightly open, fast asleep. Rob let his eyes roam over her, taking in every inch of her body from her painted toes to her curved hips, up her belly to her swollen tits, unrestrained by a bra. His eyes lingered there and, checking that she was still asleep, he gently caressed a nipple, which hardened immediately under his touch. His cock stiffened in his pants and, growing bolder, he lightly squeezed her breast, his other hand unfastening his belt buckle.

Rob looked at her face, she must be exhausted because Allison was showing no signs of waking. He eased her top up over her breasts and sat on the bed beside her, continuing to knead her breast lightly while he stroked his stiffening member. He felt a strange jerk of pleasure when he saw a little bead of pearly white fluid squirt from her nipple and run down the curve of her breast. He caught it with his finger and raised it to his lips, tasting her milk. It was sweet and as he licked his finger he felt his cock becoming almost unbearable hard. He needed to come NOW.

Rob knelt on the bed above her, stroking himself faster as he continued to squeeze her huge, milky tit. Since she still hadn’t woken, he squeezed a little harder and was rewarded when a small spurt of milk squirted from her nipple onto her belly. He moaned, bending to lick it off. It tasted so good…He licked the little dribbles off of her chest, and straightened up again, almost overcome by pleasure. His head tilted back, he moaned as he pulled his cock faster and faster and toyed with her swollen breasts.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned and with a last ecstatic squeeze of her tit he came, pumping his hot seed all over her chest, where it mingled with the dribbles of breast milk that still remained on her tits. Breathing hard, Rob looked down at the mess he’d made of his sleeping wife. He got a towel to clean her up and, at the last moment, snapped a picture with his phone. He smiled to himself; he wanted to remember this.

Allison wondered to herself during dinner why exactly Rob looked so happy.

The rest of that week at work, it was all Rob could to to keep from reaching under his desk and jerking himself off, looking at the photo of Allison’s milky breasts covered in his come…By Friday he’d decided. It was time to get a babysitter.

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Saturday came and Rob could barely contain his excitement. Allison was excited too, but because it was her first night out without the baby. Rob had gotten a babysitter and dropped the baby off, made reservations at a nice restaurant, and they were going dancing. She had no idea what was in store for her. She dressed carefully in a deep blue silk dress, paired with a bra that made the most of her post-pregnancy breasts, and strappy silver sandals. When she went down the stairs, Rob’s open mouth told her that she’d made a good choice.

“God you look sexy,” he told her admiringly, running a hand down the smooth silk of the dress, “Maybe we should just stay in…”

He leaned close and smelled her, running his hands up her sides to cup her huge breasts. He stared down at her cleavage, thinking about what he’d done to those tits just a few days ago…She laughed, interrupting his reverie.

“No way! We’re going out, you promised. We haven’t been out to dinner in ages.”

She sm