Page 2 of Milk for Her Billionaire

“Nothing in the world,” he began with sort of glassy eyes and a whispering voice, “nothing in the world is more beautiful than a woman with big, round, milk-filled tits.”

His hands moved to the front of her bra, fingers dancing in a little circle, and Sandy let out a soft moan as he approached her stiffening, sore-from-suckling nipple that pressed, hard, against the covering fabric.

“Mr. Madisen, I - I just don’t know about this, I mean...”

He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. Softly at first with three fluttering kisses, and then a longer, deeper, sucking kiss pulled her voluptuous bottom lip between his teeth. She sighed again, a satisfied, content sigh, as this gorgeous billionaire cupped her breast in his hand and gave her a squeeze, causing more of her mother’s milk to drip. He explored her lip with his tongue, searching each tiny crevice before he took adv

antage of her moaning to slide it in against hers. His hand, rasping against her bra, squeezed again, releasing another drop and causing her to yelp lightly with a mix of pleasure, pain and just a little raw sexual urgency.

She wrestled his tongue back into his mouth and then let him invade her again. Somehow, the wantonness, the ferocity of his actions made her entire body want to be taken by him, ravished by this depraved billionaire. Sandy arched her back, so often sore from the weight on her chest, but now seemingly free, liberated from pain by how monstrously, terribly horny Mr. Madisen had made her. She felt the lips of her slit move against one another when she shifted position and realized that for the first time in far too long, she was getting wet because of a man rather than a five minute vibrator session.

No way is this happening right now, she thought in between desperate, deep kisses, no way this is happening. He gave her another tit squeeze, this one harder than before. She felt warm milk trickle out of her body and down her breast before it joined the rest in the spreading pool on her bra. His tongue plunged deep again when she squealed, and Mr. Madisen’s other hand went hungrily down her back, massaging her upper ass and searching for a hook. She felt her skirt ease and slip a bit when Mr. Madisen found and opened the clasps with a metallic clink.

Without warning, Mr. Madisen gave her another hard, lusty kiss and then stood back, reclining his body against his desk.

“Sandy. I want to see you. Show me your body.” His voice was somehow different than it had been. His tone was lower, a little more urgent, she thought.

Just as he said, she began to wiggle out of her skirt.

“No, no, no,” he said in that soft, insistent voice, “make it sexy. Show me how much you want me. Show me how much you want me to milk those big, aching tits. You know how badly you want me to suck you, to slurp it all up, get it all out. Show me how much you want it.”

This guy actually wants me to strip for him. Why does he think I’m sexy? Why does he want me anyway? Sandy wondered to herself, almost afraid that he was just joking with her, just playing with her emotions. She was afraid that as soon as she relaxed, Mr. Madisen was just going to start laughing.

In spite of the nerves and fear, Sandy could not stop herself. Almost without thinking, her hips started to sway from side to side. Slow little gyrations at first, as she slid the zipper. Doesn’t matter, she thought, it just doesn’t matter. I haven’t felt this good in... I don’t even know how long. She had, she realized, wanted Mr. Madisen for quite some time. But now, there was no simple want anymore. All of Sandy’s desire, all her burning and all her insecurity began to vanish when she looked Mr. Madisen in the eyes.

There was no joke behind them, no cruelty.

He, she realized, needed her just as badly as she did him.

Sandy finished unzipping and let the skirt slip halfway down her hips, keeping one hand on the waist in the front to tease Mr. Madisen. She turned, still having trouble believing that all of this was actually happening, and let the back of her skirt droop low to give Mr. Madisen an eye full. I haven’t done anything like this in a long, long time, Sandy thought as she turned to give him a profile view and let the skirt fall to the floor. One hand covered her sex and the other arm covering those leaking, aching nipples that Mr. Madisen could not ignore.

She glanced over at him, and saw his gaze locked on her moving body, eyes tracking up and down as he took in the spectacle. He had a subtle grin across his lips and his face was relaxed and content. He watched her hips, watched her face and her breasts, hoping for her to take away that arm that blocked his view.

Sandy slipped a finger between her pussy lips and felt the tiny, but growing, wet spot between her legs, which made her blush. Blushing, she thought, me stripping, my massively rich boss hungrily staring at my tits, and I blush because I’m a little wet. She had to crack a grin and let a little giggle escape, but as soon as she pushed harder with that finger, and her nipples stiffened against the restraining, almost painful fabric around them, she involuntarily pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, a look that caused Mr. Madisen to start plucking at his buttons.

“I just can’t take anymore,” he said, breathing harder, “come here. Undress me. I need those tits; I need to taste, to suck. Get over here.”

A little surprised at his insistence, but feeling like they were in almost exactly the same place, Sandy demurely crossed the eight or so feet between them and pressed her soft, moist lips against his skin where his shirt fell open at the third button. She undid the fourth, then the fifth, each time touching his warm, clean-shaven chest with a circle of her tongue as a prelude to a sucking kiss. When she had him unbuttoned down to his belt, she slid her hands up his body and pushed the shirt back to reveal rounded, gorgeous shoulders, and a chest she would have never believed a man like Mr. Madisen could have. Muscular, tanned and tight, he was just the kind of man she loved to have underneath her.

That thought made a flush of red creep up Sandy’s neck that spread to cover her shoulders and chest when Mr. Madisen’s warm, smooth fingers began to tickle down her spine as she went lower down his torso.

The smell of leather tickled her nose near his belt, and as soon as Sandy loosened the buckle, Mr. Madisen helped her to pull it free. With a slight tremor in her hand, she opened the waist of her billionaire boss’s pants and unzipped him.

“Take off... take off the bra. I want you to rub those big, sweet tits all over me,” he moaned, “I want to feel my cock slide between them.”

A crooked half grin crossed her face. Sandy yanked his pants and boxer-briefs to the floor, letting his cock spring up and crouched in front of him.

“Oh!” She gasped, wrapping a hand around Mr. Madisen’s shaft and giving him a couple of slow, dragging strokes. He leaned back his head, groaned from deep in his belly, and then stared down at her, watching as he curled her hair around his fingers.

“This... this feels good,” he said, pulling her chin up and meeting her gaze, “it feels good. But, I think I told you to do something. Don’t make me wait.”

For some reason, his insistence made Sandy breathe a bit harder. Something about his urgency, about his lust, made her positively yearn to have him. And, aside from that, the idea that someone was this excited about these big, milking breasts which had caused her nothing but grief for the past few months, was better still. Reaching behind her back as she stood up, she un-hooked the four latches that held the bra on, and let it drop, held up only by the tackiness of moisture on skin.

“Let me see you,” Mr. Madisen said flatly.

Ever so slightly, Sandy felt her lips twitch the way they do when she got nervous. What if he sees me and realizes how... ugly... it really is? What if he changes his mind? I’ll be here, naked, and humiliated.

Still, she had gone this far. Sandy was not a person who normally took risks – any at all, actually – but this one, she thought, was worth trying.

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