What could be better than Milord sucking on my nipples? Milord sucking on my nipples for hours! Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but not by much. Today, he informed me, would be all about the boobs. He started by sucking on each nipple – hard! Using
only his mouth, he pulled my left nipple AND areola into his mouth where he kept them for quite some time. So long, in fact, that I was squirming beneath him, just on the edge of a beautiful orgasm. That was when he popped that engorged bullet free and began on the right one. I thrashed around a bit, needed release. That was when he took the tender left nipple and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. I shot off the bed and screamed his name. He laughed, lifted his head, and assured me that by the time the day was done, I’d be begging him for mercy. By now, both of my nipples were throbbing and I wondered if I’d beg for mercy from orgasming or from the pain I’m sure was coming. Pain. Pleasure. I could no longer tell the difference between them. I no longer wanted to know the difference. “Please,” I begged. “Fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside of me.” He grinned, but complied. Both of his hands massaged my tits while he fucked me. I came again, crying out his name. He pulled out and I screamed, desperate to be filled again. “Hold your tits together,” he commanded. I did and he slid his cock between them, fucking them until he came, pumping his white magic all over them. “Suck it clean,” he ordered. I moaned, and eagerly opened my mouth. He filled it with his slightly flaccid and very tasty cock. I felt him twist and then screamed, the sound going nowhere. I opened my eyes and looked down. He had clipped my tender nipples with clothes pins. I looked up at him, my mouth still filled with cock. “They’ll stay there until I’m hard again,” he stated. I blinked my understanding, tears running down my cheeks. He loves my tears and they, combined with my mouth, got him hard again fairly quickly. He worked his way down my body, impaled me once again, and bent to suck on my left nipple. He released the clothes pin, blood rushing back into my aching nipple, and I came again. Keeping a thumb pressed against the left, he repeated this procedure with the right. My nipples had never been so sore or so sensitive. He lifted his head and blew gently on them. I absolutely shattered, exploding with the pleasure of it all. For hours he used me, twisting, sucking, licking, kissing my nipples. As usual, he was right. By the end of the day, I begged him for mercy. Mercy from orgasming (I’d lost count!). Mercy from manipulating my poor, swollen nips. He came on them again, one last time, before we both collapsed in bed wrapped in each other’s arms.
Today, my nipples are still swollen and very, very tender. Even the lightest touch will send me through the roof. I asked Milord for permission to wear a bra, thinking that would protect the poor babies. Naturally, Milord refused. “Now why would I want to cover up those pokies after I went to so much trouble to make so perfect?” he said. Good point. Enjoy, Milord. Enjoy.