Daddy's Milk : 8 Pack Lactation Bundle - Books 1 - 8 (Lactation Milking Erotica Suckling Incest Taboo Daddy Daughter XXX Collection Erotica Bundle) - Taboo Inc. - ebook
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The 'Daddy's Milk 8 Pack Lactation Bundle' includes books 1 - 8 of the Daddy's Milk series.  Eight sinful stories of lactation erotica featuring young, big breasted brats getting milked by their dominant daddies.  Read on as these feisty teens get drained by the very men closest to them, culminating in hot, creamy sex that'll leave you dripping with desire.Includes : 'Daddy's Hucow,' 'Daddy's Milk Maid,' 'Daddy's Thirst,' 'Daddy Milked My Tits,' 'Daddy Caught Me Milking,' 'Milk Instructor,' 'Bound and Milked By Daddy,' and 'Saving Daddy With My Milk.'

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Daddy's Milk : 8 Pack Lactation Bundle - Books 1 - 8

(Lactation Milking Erotica Suckling Incest Taboo Daddy Daughter XXX Collection Erotica Bundle)

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This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  All characters 18+.

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The 'Daddy's Milk 8 Pack Lactation Bundle' includes books 1 - 8 of the Daddy's Milk series.  Eight sinful stories of lactation erotica featuring young, big breasted brats getting milked by their dominant daddies.  Read on as these feisty teens get drained by the very men closest to them, culminating in hot, creamy sex that'll leave you dripping with desire.

Includes : 'Daddy's Hucow,' 'Daddy's Milk Maid,' 'Daddy's Thirst,' 'Daddy Milked My Tits,' 'Daddy Caught Me Milking,' 'Milk Instructor,' 'Bound and Milked By Daddy,' and 'Saving Daddy With My Milk.'

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Daddy's Hucow : Daddy's Milk 1

Daddy's Milk Maid : Daddy's Milk 2

Daddy's Thirst : Daddy's Milk 3

Daddy Milked My Tits : Daddy's Milk 4

Daddy Caught & Milked Me : Daddy's Milk 5

Milk Instructor : Daddy's Milk 6

Bound & Milked By Daddy : Daddy's Milk 7

Saving Daddy With My Milk : Daddy's Milk 8

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Before I could ask if that was necessary he'd clamped his mouth around the whole thing and had begun sucking with loving mouthfuls.

Immediately I felt a strange, wholesome sensation and an attachment to Daddy that I've never felt towards anyone before.  Instinctively I moved my hand to the back of his head to cradle him against me as the milk began to shoot from my breasts.

"It's coming," Daddy gargled, spilling some on the floor as he swallowed the rest.

"You're drinking it?"

"Old habits die hard," he said, clamping himself back on to my nipple and sucking at it.

His hands squeezed as he sucked, firing longer jets of my warm ambrosia straight in to his open mouth and the pain I'd felt at my chest was fast subsiding, being replaced with a euphoric pleasure.

He moved on to the next breast now and as I looked down I noticed the thick protrusion in his pants.  Daddy was clearly enjoying himself.

As he sucked on my tits I began to feel a sensation I was quite ashamed to admit to having.  With each of his wet, loving gulps I became more and more aroused until my pussy was begging for attention too.

As Daddy's lips smacked around each nipple in turn I moved a hand down his back, slowly bringing it round to the front of his pants and rubbing it along his thick, hard dick.

I was worried how he might react, but Daddy seemed to take it in his stride.  Instead of protesting he quickly moved a hand down to his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down a little so I could get at him easier.

"Let me pull that cock out," I whispered down on him.

"Do it, Emily," he said before returning to my squirting nipples.

Daddy's Hucow : Daddy's Milk 1

At nineteen years old I already kind of thought I knew my body.  I was pretty mature for my age and comfortable in my skin, but when my breasts started leaking milk for no apparent reason, I guess I got a little scared.

It's a perfectly normal thing to do, right?  One day you're walking around and everything's fine, and the next, spurts of milk are dribbling from your nipples.  You'd be scared too!

My breasts have always been pretty big—and I consider them my greatest asset—but they've never behaved quite like this before and it had me worried.

So as you can imagine I was alarmed.  Ordinarily I'd go to the doctor, but with medical bills being so extortionate and the fact I needed reassurances now, I turned to the first person I could: my Daddy.

I know, I know, it seems crazy, right?  Well my Mom was out of town and all of my friends lived too far away.  Daddy was home right that instant and I hoped he could calm me down and explain exactly what the hell was happening to me.  As it happened I got something else from him entirely!

"Daddy," I began, finding him in the lounge reading a book.  "I have something I need to talk to you about."

Daddy was real attentive and always listened.  I think I liked that the most about him.  He really cared, you know?

He took his reading glasses off and closed his book.  "What is it, honey?"

"It's ... errmm."  I couldn't find the words suddenly.

"Hey, it's okay, sweetie," he said, moving over.  "Come and sit here and tell me what's bothering you."

I walked over to him and sat close, looking him over solemnly and wondering if I should tell him.  His brown eyes were kind and inviting, luring you in with their mystery.  He smiled an encouraging smile, rubbing my thigh with his hand as he leaned in to me and I could smell that woody aftershave on him.  Daddy was a good-looking guy despite being well over forty.  My friends had always called him the D.I.L.F.

"This is tough to say," I began honestly.

"You can talk to me, Emily, you know that."

As I struggled to find the words it occurred to me it might be better to show him.  I took off my jumper to reveal my grey tank-top that stretched over my tits, damp at each nipple.

"Look," I said, presenting my breasts to him.

Daddy didn't really know what to do but he did as instructed, staring at my chest quite intently as he shifted a little uncomfortably on the couch.

"They're ... big," he said eventually.

"But look," I said, placing a finger on my nipple that was protruding through the thin material.  "It's all wet with milk."

Daddy's hand came to my breast to feel it.  "So it is," he said, before realizing exactly where he'd just touched.  "Sorry."

"That's okay," I said nonchalant.  It was kind of hot to have him touch my like that but it did little to calm my fears.  "What do you think it is?"

"Well," Daddy began, rubbing his chin as he continued to marvel at my charms.  "It looks like spontaneous lactation.  I've read about it before."

"Spontaneous lactation?" I asked, concerned.

"Oh it's perfectly normal," he said, rubbing my arm.  "Some guys love it."

As he said the words I realized by 'some guys' he meant himself.

"Should I worry?"

"No, no," Daddy said with a little laugh.  "You just need to make sure you get the milk out regularly and it'll be fine."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, rather than it happening by accident when you're out with your friends you just milk yourself at home.  It's kind of preventative, you know?"

I was confused.  "Milk myself?"

"Yeah," Daddy said, hopping to his feet and skimming through a book in his bookshelf.  "Like this."

He presented the book to me which had cartoon-style drawings of someone milking a breast in an eerily calm fashion.

"How the hell do I do that?" I asked, wondering why he should have such a book in his possession.

"It's easy," he began before adding: "probably."

My eyes shifted curiously.  "You've done this before haven't you?"

Daddy put the book back on the shelf and looked at me.  "Your mother had the same thing."

I felt kind of relieved.  "And she's fine now, right?"

"Absolutely," Daddy said with encouragement.

"So ... can you show me what to do?"

Daddy pursed his lips and thought for a moment.  "Let's go to the bathroom," he decided eventually.

I followed him, a little nervous but curious about what was going to happen.

Daddy turned the light on and let me in, closing the door behind.  "It's just easier to ... clean up," he said when he saw my look.

"Sure," I agreed.  "So what now?"

"Well," Daddy said rubbing his chin.  "Take off your top I guess?"

I was a little reluctant but knew that it would be impossible if I didn't.  I tried to not make a big deal out of it, lifting my tank top over my head and tossing it to the floor, feeling my large breasts drop back down on to my chest and sway a little as I moved.

When I looked to Daddy he was wide-eyed and staring at them.

"Right," he said, as though he were daydreaming a little.

"Daddy, are you okay?"

He shook his head rapidly to try to free himself from his thoughts.  "It's just reminding me of your mother, that's all."

Daddy moved closer and examined them.

"Do you just squeeze?" I asked.

"Yes," he said bringing his hand up to them.  "May I?"

"Of course," I said, looking down at my chest as Daddy's hands approached.

They felt a little cool on my breasts but just to have him touch them was an immediate relief.  He squeezed gently and a drop of pure white milk announced itself on the tip of my nipple.

"There we go," he said.

"That's it?" I asked, a little disappointed.

He looked at me.  "Not exactly."

"What do you mean?" I pressed.

"Well, there is another way."

"What is it?"

He paused.  "I could ... suck out the milk?"

"Daddy!" I exclaimed.  I was shocked, but only because I knew that I had to be.  Daddy could put his lips wherever he wanted as far as I was concerned.

"It works!" he protested.

I stood there with my hands on my hips, my big swollen tits sitting on my chest and waiting to be drained.  What else was I going to do?

"Okay," I said eventually.  "Do what you have to."

With that I opened my arms, releasing my body to him in my time of need.

Daddy wasted no time in approaching, stooping his head to my breast and circling his tongue around my nipple.

Before I could ask if that was necessary he'd clamped his mouth around the whole thing and had begun sucking with loving mouthfuls.

Immediately I felt a strange, wholesome sensation and an attachment to Daddy that I've never felt towards anyone before.  Instinctively I moved my hand to the back of his head to cradle him against me as the milk began to shoot from my breasts.

"It's coming," Daddy gargled, spilling some on the floor as he swallowed the rest.

"You're drinking it?"

"Old habits die hard," he said, clamping himself back on to my nipple and sucking at it.

His hands squeezed as he sucked, firing longer jets of my warm ambrosia straight in to his open mouth and the pain I'd felt at my chest was fast subsiding, being replaced with a euphoric pleasure.

He moved on to the next breast now and as I looked down I noticed the thick protrusion in his pants.  Daddy was clearly enjoying himself.

As he sucked on my tits I began to feel a sensation I was quite ashamed to admit to having.  With each of his wet, loving gulps I became more and more aroused until my pussy was begging for attention too.

As Daddy's lips smacked around each nipple in turn I moved a hand down his back, slowly bringing it round to the front of his pants and rubbing it along his thick, hard dick.

I was worried how he might react, but Daddy seemed to take it in his stride.  Instead of protesting he quickly moved a hand down to his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down a little so I could get at him easier.

"Let me pull that cock out," I whispered down on him.

"Do it, Emily," he said before returning to my squirting nipples.

I reached in there a little tentatively, but my whole demeanor changed when I finally clasped my hands around his huge girth.  I was like a girl possessed suddenly and I knew I had to have him inside me.

I jerked him slowly in my hand as he continued to feed from my chest, then Daddy moved his pants down a little further and stepped out of them, standing now in only his t-shirt and half-removed boxer-shorts.

His hands moved to my jogging pants and soon they were around my ankles, revealing my thin, black thong that was now the only thing between Daddy's fingers and my wet cunt.

He slipped his hands between my legs now as he continued to suck on my breasts and my body tensed, feeling his fingers smooth along the loose, sensitive flesh of my pussy, housed just beneath my thin cotton panties.

"Wet already?" Daddy cooed, feeling how damp I was through the fabric.

"I want you," I confessed, running a hand through his black-grey hair.

He came off my breast and put his face close to mine, breathing heavily as he rubbed my pussy and my hand slowly rose up his cock.

"I want you too," he said.

Our lips touched and I tasted the sweet warmth of my milk on his tongue, driving myself in to him with an intense passion that I didn't know I felt.

"Over here," Daddy motioned, gently guiding me towards the sink.

I could see him behind me in the mirror as I approached, looking down my bare back and over my firm ass as he surveyed his target.

I curved my back inwards, pushing my butt out to him invitingly and watching in the mirror as he bit his lip.  It was hot to see how much I turned him on.

Daddy bent down and peeled my panties over my ass, removing them slowly as though to tease himself as he watched closely.

He gasped a little as my tight asshole was bared and even more so when he saw my sticky honey-pot, dripping and waiting to be pleased.

Daddy licked a tongue at it and I sucked in a deep breath, gripping the sink tight and closing my eyes.

He came in close behind me now, pressing his cock over my pussy and rubbing it along the wet groove.

As our forbidden flesh touched I knew there was no turning back and that we'd broken one of the biggest taboos in existence.  But I didn't care.

What I felt for Daddy in that moment I couldn't quite explain and as his cock stretched my pussy wide the whole thing felt so right.

He drove it in to me, inch by inch and he was so turned on I could feel each and every ridge of his hard-cock, right down to the fat veins that pumped up its length.

When he'd slotted himself home he kissed my neck.  "Your pussy feels so tight," he whispered in to my ear and his hot breath tickled me.

"Your cock feels so good inside me," I said, pushing back on it.

Daddy began to fuck me, slowly at first, letting me feel each inch of him as he dragged himself out of me.  He was such a great size.

Soon he was fucking me hard, smashing his hips against my ass and causing them to wobble as the smacking noise rang out in the echoing bathroom.

We were moaning and panting hard, my face contorted in a pained ecstasy as Daddy's swollen cock hit a spot deep inside me that few men ever had before.