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  Milking It For Daddy

  Elisha Rayne

  Copyright 2012 Elisha Rayne

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons either living or dead is purely coincidental.

  I stared down into my little baby boy's eyes and smiled to myself for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

  He was a mere 2 weeks old and while it was exhausting, I loved being a mommy to this amazing little being. We already knew each other so well.

  I knew what each of his cries meant. Whether he was hungry, cold or hot, needed a diaper change, or just want to cuddle, I knew and I attended to him.

  Kurt wasn't as much help as he had promised to be, and since he was my daddy, I felt weird asking him to help out with his son. Instead, I faced the fact that I would probably be raising our son alone.

  Despite this, I couldn't help but constantly wonder why daddy had been so excited about the pregnancy. When he first found out he was ecstatic rather then panicked, going as far as moving us across country to be together as a family.

  In the first few days after baby and I came back from the hospital, daddy had seemed interested, sometimes taking him off my hands so I could get some much needed rest.

  Once the baby got hungry, Kurt would bring him in to me, placing him on our bed beside me. I didn't feel comfortable feeding him in front of daddy, and once I made that clear his interest in us subsided.

  I felt hurt and ashamed once I realized daddy didn't really care for me. I remember back when I was a little girl he took so much time out of his day to make me feel loved and appreciated. Now I feel like I've been used by him.

  Things have changed so much in the past months, and if it not for our son I would pack my bags and leave this place in a second.

  I knew that wasn't an option so I learned to deal with being alone most of the day while daddy was off working. He worked long hours at his new job, leaving at dawn and not arriving back home until dark.

  He'd then collapse into bed leaving me alone for the night.

  Thoughts like this swarmed through my mind as I tossed and turned that night, trying to get myself to sleep. I was all alone in bed, daddy was later than usual coming home. I didn't even feel him crawl into bed later.

  * * *

  I moaned lightly, feeling like I was stuck in a dream-like state. A hand caressed my bare breast, sending me into oblivion.

  My dream was shattered when warm jets of milk erupted from both my nipples as my arousal grew. I shot up in bed, looking around for the culprit.

  Daddy was sitting in bed by me, completely naked. He grinned down at me and made another swipe for my fully engorged breasts.

  I backed away further onto the bed, not happy with him. He had treated me badly since the baby was born and now expected sex only two weeks later?

  "Go to sleep daddy. It hasn't been six weeks, we can't fuck yet. I know that's why you've been ignoring me. You only want me for one thing now and you have to wait." I said, mustering up the courage to tell him how I felt.

  He looked at me quizzically, as if he were weighing what was to be said next. "I want you for more than sex darling. I've just been busy with work. I just want to play with your tits, get squirted by that hot milk of yours."

  I stared at him as realization bubbled up in me. This was why he was excited about the pregnancy. This is why he kept trying to watch our feedings.

  I felt a bit sick. I knew men considered breasts as purely sexual play toys, but I no longer did. Right now I felt like my breasts belonged to my son, to provide him with all the nutrition he needed.

  I didn't feel like sharing my milk with my father, I didn't feel like it was right. I hesitated before telling him so.

  "The milk is for the baby, you know that, right daddy? Why do you want it?"

  "Because Haley, it is a fetish of mine. I've forever dreamed of a young girl squirting milk on me, letting me taste just a bit. Don't think I'm strange little one. After all, you had a baby with your daddy."

  I felt sick inside my stomach as I considered this. What if he told someone? What if my son got taken away if I didn't do as he pleased?

  I swallowed down my pride and gently grabbed daddy's big hand, guiding it to my soaked breast.

  He groaned in pleasure and fascination as he gently pinched and rolled my nipple between his fingers. With each pinch a squirt of milk would emerge from my breast, tantalizing him and making him go crazy.

  I'd never seen daddy so turned on before, even when we first had sex and he took my virginity. It was then that I began to realize how much he liked my milk. I began to get turned on thinking of the simple pleasure I was providing him with.

  I decided to play along and groped my own titty, milking it effectively for him. His eyes lit up like a small child as I milked myself for him.

  My warm milk splashed against his skin as he placed himself in front of my stream of liquid. His cock was rigid and throbbing, looking an angry shade of purple he was so erect.

  His breathes were coming out in sharp gasps as he tried to control himself. I could tell this was something daddy had wanted for many years now.

  "Please Haley. Please baby girl let daddy suck some of that milk out for you."

  I hesitated, knowing that our baby would be waking to feed soon. I didn't know how much daddy planned to drink or how fast my milk supply would replenish.

  I decided to take a risk and give daddy what he wanted since I couldn't give him sex. He could try for that all he wanted, but I was still in pain.

  I grabbed the back of his head gently, stroking his hair like a mother would do for her child. I guided his pink lips down to my full breasts and let him go to town.

  At first he just licked up the milk that already ran down the sides of my breasts and erect nipples. His body shuddered as he got a taste of my creamy milk, eliciting a feral groan from his lips.

  After all my milk was lapped up he helped himself to a larger meal. His lips puckered around my left nipple, slowly sucking. I felt my milk letdown completely, a large flow of milk starting to pour from me.

  Daddy moaned as he sucked my tits harder, trying to get as much milk as he could. His hips humped the bed, as if he couldn't help his animalistic nature in his current state.

  I felt my milk pouring out, seeping into his waiting mouth. He swallowed greedily, taking in gulp after gulp of my precious milk.

  I moved his mouth off of my breast and onto the right one, wanting some milk to be left over for my son.

  Again he drank greedily until I stopped him. He looked up at me with clouded eyes, looking like he'd just had the best meal of his life.

  He pushed me onto my back and admired me and my leaky breasts. I'd never considered myself breastfeeding sexy before, but obviously it was.

  I felt a sense of pride, being able to provide for my child and please my man at the same time. I smiled as he admired me, starting to stroke his cock.

  I sat up to help him shoot his load but he pushed me back down onto the bed, telling me he enjoyed the view.

  I relaxed and watched him stroke his cock, my arousal growing as I thought about him getting off at the mere sight of me.

  His st
rokes ranged from slow and sensual to hard and fast. His pleasure grew quickly and soon he was pumping away hard with no breaks.

  Within moments he was spewing a load of hot and sticky goo all over my breasts and belly, coating me with a white layer of his juices.

  His breathing slowed as he wiped my body off with a towel. He cuddled up into me, pulling my close. I sighed with relief.

  My daddy did love me. He did love our family. With this single comforting thought I fell asleep until our son woke me up an hour later, he too wanting his share of mother's milk.

  * * *

  Our tiny baby boy was now 3 months old and was starting to learn many new things. He could hold is head up like a champ and was even doing a bit of rolling over.

  To say I was a proud mommy was an understatement. Back in the day I didn't even know if I wanted kids or not, but it really is the greatest thing in the world. Babies are a gift from god.

  Me and daddy still hadn't fucked since the night I went into labor. Although I didn't hurt anymore, I still wasn't sure I was ready.

  Most of my time was devoted to my little man and I wasn't thinking too much about my own pleasure. I spent many nights awake feeding him and the tiredness did nothing for my libido.

  I knew daddy was getting antsy and we would have to go ahead with it sooner or later, but I kept stalling him with my big breasts.

  A few nights each week daddy would crawl into our bed late at night after work and start feeling me up. He'd slowly run his hands up and down my sides, cupping my ass and breasts.

  Every time I got the memo, knowing exactly what he wanted. Daddy just couldn't get enough of my mommy milk, and I was fine with that.

  There always seemed to be enough for both daddy and baby, and it allowed me to get away with no sex, so I was happy. Even now daddy still got super excited each time I squirted hot milk in his mouth - it was his secret obsession.

  I knew tonight would be the night we had sex for the first time since the birth. Our neighbor had volunteered to watch little man while we went out for dinner together at some fancy restaurant, and I knew what daddy expected for his dessert.

  I put on some sexy lingerie and got ready for tonight, anticipation and nervousness brewing inside me.

  * * *

  Daddy pushed me up against the wall in our cozy little kitchen, kissing me passionately. We had just gotten back from our dinner out and were both a little bit tipsy.

  When the waiter had brought us our wine I had gulped it down greedily, knowing I would need it to open back up for daddy when we got home.

  Daddy was still pushing me against the wall, he was roaring and ready to go. There would be no denying him tonight, I had held off long enough.

  I rolled with the feelings that were slowly emerging from me, kissing him back just as passionately. I pressed my drunken body against him, moaning when he brushed aside my hair to kiss my neck.

  His lips brushed against me and lightly nipped my sensitive skin, making me shiver. He moved down to my collarbone and then lower, helping me slip out of my tiny red dress.

  His kisses trailed even lower, moving his way down my belly and then to my pussy that was just starting to bead with moisture.

  His tongue slithered out of his mouth and before I knew it he was lapping up the little bit of juices my pussy had already given him.

  I gasped and writhed under the pressure of his magnificent tongue. I had forgotten how good it felt to be eaten, to have my daddy working his magic on me.

  He picked me up when my legs started to go weak and set me down on the kitchen table. Grabbing me hips roughly he pulled me towards his waiting cock.

  His head slipped inside my folds with ease. I felt none of the pain I had expected, only immediate bliss. My pussy felt so tight around his dick, having not been used in months.

  I moaned loudly, hardly able to contain myself as he started abusing my pussy harshly. He needed me badly after nothing for months, and I could tell he wouldn't last long by how hard he was screwing me.

  He reached up to caress my breasts, further turning me on. I could feel my milk being let down, close to being released from my hard, full breasts.

  I groaned as the milk started pouring and daddy started pounding me harder than ever. He kept caressing me, running his fingers over my hard, squirting nipples.

  The world collapsed beneath me as my body was rocked with an orgasm so intense it took my breath away. I could hardly see as spots ran in front of my eyes. I lost track of my surroundings and events going on around me as my climax took me by storm.

  Daddy followed soon after, groaning loudly as he shot his load deep in me, shot after shot of hot jizz being spurted inside my waiting vessel.

  He pulled out of me and left me lying on the kitchen table trying to catch my breath. As I sat there trying to regain my composure I couldn't help but feel sad for myself.

  I was stuck in a relationship with my step-dad, not going anywhere in life. Sure, I had an amazing son who was my world but I couldn't provide for him myself.

  Daddy never let me out of the house, I was stuck here. I had no friends, no contact with the outside world.

  I craved for days past when daddy was just that - my loving dad. I cursed myself for letting this happen and I needed to find a way to make things right again.

  I knew it wasn't possible right now, but someday I vowed to get out of this place. If it meant losing my daddy, never seeing him again, then so be it.

  Everything would be worth it in the end. My son needed a better life than this and so did I.

  My dreams were to go back to college and get a stable degree in nursing or finance. This would help me secure a good job that could support both me and the baby.

  I'd live in my own apartment again or maybe even buy my first house. I'd decorate a special little room for the baby full of trucks and trains or whatever he was into at the time.

  And maybe… just maybe.. I'd find someone to love. Not a relationship like me and daddy have based on sex. I didn't want that anymore.

  I wanted to feel the love of a man like I never have before. I wanted to find someone who loved me for who I was and who could accept my son as well.

  I didn't know if there were any prince charmings out there, but I could dream. So I dreamed about a new life and a handsome prince as I drifted off that night.

  * * *

  Five years later I stood on my wooden deck, wiping away tears as I waved goodbye to my little boy. Today was his first day of school and seeing the little yellow school bus drive away made my heartache.

  We no longer lived with my dad. After a huge fight I had finally gotten out 3 years ago. I went back to college, happy to see that all my previous credits were still racked up. I just finished by degree a few months back and snagged an awesome job.

  We were living in an apartment together, struggling to pay rent but scratching by each month. Now that I have a degree and a well paying job I can better provide for my family.

  We just moved into a small cozy little house in the country. I wanted to live in the country so my baby would be safe to run around the yard with his dog and cat. Cities are so dangerous these days, I wanted to protect him.

  Our house is a small three bedroom, just big enough for our growing family and pets. We both love it and I'm sure my future husband will too.

  That's right - I'm getting married this March to the man of my dreams. I never expected to get married but I couldn't want more from this life. His name is Rory and he's one handsome devil.

  Not only is he muscular and overall sexy, he's also one of the kindest people I know. He takes time out of his day to make me and my son feel like the most important people in the world, and unlike daddy actually supports me and all that I do.

  We've been together since only a month after I moved back to my old state and I wish I would have met him sooner. We have a new addition arriving shortly after the wedding.

  I'm not very far along but can't wait to be a new mommy all over
again. We’re hoping for a girl this time, but we'll see.

  Being with daddy was an interesting ride, and I don't regret it because of my son, but I've moved onto bigger and better things now. I'm finally happy in life and things couldn't be better.

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  Elisha Rayne, Milking It For Daddy

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