Page 30 of M!lking Mina

Then the tip pressed against her opening, already stretched and a little sore from the plug. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, and he began the slow insertion of his massive cock into her bottom.

It was thicker than the tip of the plug, widening her hole immediately as the mushroom head pushed its way into her body. Mina cried out, pressing her forehead against the leather padding, unsure of which sensation was more intense—that of her virgin bottom being opened for his cock, or the suction on her nipples as milk was pulled from her breasts.

Both hurt in a way and both felt good in another way.

“That’s it, little hucow,” Patrick murmured, just barely audible over the noise of the pump. His hand smoothed over her lower back. “You can take me. I’m going to fuck this sweet little ass while I milk you, until you’re coming with my cock filling your bottom.”

Mina whimpered. How did he always know exactly what filthy thing to say to make her even more aroused than she already was?

Both hands gripped her hips again and he thrust in, going deeper, and making her cry out.

Unlike the plug, he didn’t get bigger as he went deeper—thankfully, since he started off thick enough already to make her poor little hole feel strained. And the strain didn’t go away, since there was no bulb for her to get past, no narrow section for her hole to clamp down on. It was just a thick meaty length, all the way down, and after the first few inches, she could swear he really was getting thicker at the base.

Not the same way the plug did, but enough that she could feel her opening straining to take him, stretching more than she would have thought possible to accommodate the relentless insertion. He just kept sliding in, deeper and deeper, her narrow channel stretched to the upmost of its ability, her inner muscles clenching and trying to push the invader back out.

But he kept coming.

It hurt.

It felt good.

All of it turned her on.

Because no matter how much it hurt, she was doing it for him. And she could hear his moans. His groans. His pleasure. Which was what she wanted. She would take the discomfort, take the strain, take the cramps that quivered through her muscles, because she knew it was giving him what he wanted. The fact that she was whimpering and squirming beneath him, and he wasn’t stopping, made her feel all the more submissive, all the more like his little pleasure toy.

Then his body finally settled against hers, her backside fully impaled by his thick length, and her hole automatically tightened around him, her muscles rippling along his length. Patrick groaned, flexing his fingers on her hips. With him embedded inside her, unmoving, the rhythmic pulling on her nipples from the pump tried to gain her attention again… but then he began to move.

Mina gasped, her fingers curling against the pads of her arm sheaths, at the intense sensation of him drawing out. To be honest, she hadn’t expected it to be all that different from having her plug removed, but it was completely different.

Partly because he was about the same thickness all the way down, though she did swear he was a little thicker at the base of his cock, and partly because he didn’t retreat all the way. His cock slid back, the receding sensation making her weakin the knees, and then he thrust in again, filling her back up. Mina cried out as he buried himself inside her again, her body quivering from the new sensation.

“Oh god…” She shuddered, writhing under his hands, the pull on her nipples feeling increasingly sensitive as Patrick began to fuck her ass with long, slow strokes. He was taking his time, holding her firmly in place, while he pleasured himself in her bottom.

His low groans of pleasure made it clear that he was thoroughly enjoying this new aspect of her milking.

It was starting to feel good to Mina too as her muscles adjusted to their new proportions, the nerve endings around her opening lighting up as his cock smoothly slid through it. She could feel her arousal coiling inside her, winding around and around her core, tightening like a ball of wire about to snap.

Patrick’s thrusts were gaining in strength and speed, plowing into her, sending her senses climbing higher and higher.

“Oh please… oh please, oh please, oh please…” The chants were coming out, almost like his cock was forcing them out of her along with the breath in her lungs.

One of his hands slipped underneath her, fingers curving over her mound to press against her clit as his other gripped her while he kept up the hard ride. Mina screamed with passion as her orgasm slammed into her, her ass clamping down on his thrusting cock, her pussy spasming emptily in pure ecstasy as he pillaged her backside.

She felt like she couldn’t get enough air, tears sliding down her cheeks at the intensity of the sensations rolling through her… she felt like she was drowning in them.

His fingers moved on her clit, rubbing and circling, drawing wave after wave of erotic rapture through her body as his cock slammed into her, filling her with hard, needy thrusts. Finally she felt him slam home, his fingers curling tighter than before,pressing hard on her overstimulated little nub, and she cried out as she felt him begin to spurt. She could feel the cum moving through him, forcing its way past the tight ring of her entrance, ending in a hot splash deep inside her.

Shuddering and moaning, she went limp beneath him as his fingers slowly relaxed their grip on her and she heard him sigh with satisfied relief.

Turning her head to rest her cheek against the leather, she closed her eyes, still panting for breath.

That had been… amazing.

Intimate in the filthiest way possible.

Definitely an experience that she would never forget.

She didn’t regret at all giving up her anal virginity to Patrick. The only thing she regretted was that she was going to have to leave him soon.

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