But the big man could read my mind and he chuckled deep in his throat, hand fisting that massive shaft again. Another drip of sperm crested from his dicktip, except this time, Mr. Martin was fast. He positioned his penis over the saucer so that the semen dropped right into the pool of milk, the sweet cream mixing with the liquid white.
“Naw, baby girl, I’m not going to make you drink it, not this time at least,” he grinned. “I want you to wet your cunt in the milk. Give your pussy a sweet milk bath.”
And I stepped back, shocked. What the? Did this guy have some obsession with milk, with the frothy, bubbly white?
The big man nodded, reading my mind.
“That’s right,” he said smoothly. “The best milk is the stuff that’ll drip from your tits for a baby, but right now, dip that little pink cunt into the white stuff,” he ground out. “I want to see you dripping, see how you work it.”
And I gasped. Oh shit, this was straight out of the dirtiest sex novel, the most raunchy erotica. Wasn’t there a book where the heroine was forced to do this? Coat her pussy in all sorts of things, honey, syrup, all sorts of sweetened goods?
The big man nodded.
“That’s right baby, but milk is my thing. So get to it,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “Squat and let me see you bathe your pussy.”
And I could do nothing but obey. His eyes were so commanding, that hard body like a warrior on a mission and I was a sweet female, aroused, heady with desire, ready to do his bidding. So placing one leg on each side of the saucer, I began lowering myself, carefully balancing as my knees parted, wider and wider, my creamy, curvy body exposing itself, labia pulling apart on their own as I lowered myself down. Thank god I did yoga because this was no easy feat, the saucer was on the floor and I balanced unsteadily in heels.
But Mr. Martin chuckled deep in his throat as he watched, eyes alight.
“That’s right,” he rumbled, eyes glued to my cunt. “The young ones are always so elastic, so bendable. Go lower, honey, lower, you’re almost there.”
And with a soft sigh, I sank all the way down until my pussy dipped into the saucer. The feel of the milk was shocking at first, cold and smooth against my nether lips but it felt amazingly good, silky and sensuous, making me drip even more.
“Ohhh!” I murmured, looking down between my legs, observing my own dirty actions, the liquid white sluicing wetly around my cunt. “Oh!”
Because it felt so good, the cool milk running slickly through my folds and crevices before beading at the lowest point and running off. And the nastiness was so good, so fucking arousing. My pussy was overheated, swollen and pink, steaming with desire, while the milk itself was like a soothing stream on my tingling flesh.
“Ohhh!” I whispered again. It was obscene, the way my labia split so widely, my huge clit pink and engorged, stiff and achy, waving in the air, almost visibly pulsing with my heartbeat. And I dipped my hips once more, dousing my cunt in the cream, before lifting myself again and letting it run off, the white streaming smoothly, a beautiful waterfall.
Mr. Martin couldn’t get enough either because a strangled groan interrupted my thoughts, penetrating into the haze of lust in my brain.
“Ohhhh fuck, baby girl, you look so good,” he groaned, hand like a motor on his dick now. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna come, gonna come.”
And just like that, he erupted right there in the kitchen, arc after arc of sweet semen spurting from his dick, all over my breasts, my tummy, sliding down to my pussy, coating my clit and nether lips.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuuuck!” he roared, still fisting his cock as his dick pumped again and again, sweet blast after sweet blast of sperm erupting from the massive pole, balls high and tight as he let go and lost control. And I wanted it, wanted it all so bad. I stared, mesmerized, small hands caressing my flesh as the cum landed on me, hot, gloopy, wet and so virile, massaging it into my skin, stroking my nipples so they were coated in the good stuff, smoothing the liquid across my belly, even pushing some of it into my cunt, pressing my fingers oh so slightly into my pussy so that I could sample the man’s sperm in me.
And he saw me, saw how dirty I was, which only made him cum harder.
“Fuuuck!” he roared again, hips punching forward as his dick let out its final blast, sailing through the air and dropping onto my curves, marking me with his cum. It was so hot, so dirty and nasty, that I did what any virgin would have done in my place. I too, came hard then, pussy shivering and quaking, tremors ripping through my cunt, knees shaking, belly quivering as I clenched and spasmed, jerking like a tornado. That’s right, the big man hadn’t touched me, hadn’t laid a hand on me except for the hot arcs of semen that splashed against my skin and yet I lost it completely.