Further Reading: The Every Last Drop Trilogy Three Stories of Lactation and Revenge of Milked Women

In this compilaction of 3 of the most shameless milking stories available, the man known only as the Host takes the precious milk of 12 lactating women. As they bend to his will and submit to his twisted perversion their nipples will be raw and no breast will be unmolested until every last drop is his. Contains graphic milking, depraved sex, and kinky bondage; ADULTS ONLY!

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Standing, the Host undid his zipper and left his pants fall to the floor. His cock stood out straight in front of him, proud and strong. He reached down and with one hand began to stoke it, and with the other he twisted the knob on the machine up to full.
“Oh God,” Penny exclaimed, arching her back to try and conform to the increased suction. It hurt, but not unbearably so. She could see and feel the milk flowing from her in a torrent.
The Host could see too and he could barely contain himself. He took his hand off the knob and reached down to rub her crotch from over her pink sweat pants, now dark between her legs.
“Ahhhhh,” she breathed out, unable to make words because she was so overcome with desire.
The Host now had a problem, he couldn’t get to her pussy with her legs tied securely, but he didn’t want to take them off in case she tried to run. He felt how wet and decided that there was no way this was a ruse, she needed to be fucked as much as he did.
Deftly he undid her restraints below the waist, and roughly pulled her pants off and threw them to the floor. He grabbed her panties and pulled them off as well, tearing them in his rush.
Penny was secured still in the chair with the straps around her chest and arms, but her legs were free. She spread them wide to allow him in, and the Host hooked them at the knees with his hands to present her pussy to him.
Penny’s nipples were getting sore but the machine kept sucking in pulses, hard and strong.
“Fuck me you bastard,” she commanded and the Host slammed his cock home, deep into her.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she said and meant it, too.
She had been made so horny that the fat cock sliding into her was the best thing in the world.
The Host looked down at Penny’s body, now bare except for her socks and the milking cups that were still sucking hard on her nipples. His thrusts were deep and strong into her, slamming in as far as he could reach with each stroke. He loved the feeling of every inch of her, but needed something more to really get off.
Grabbing the milking tubes in is fist, he yanked them cruelly off her nipples, leaving them pink and tender in the air.
He fell forward and grabbed them roughly, shoving them together so he could put both nipples in his mouth at the same time. He nibbled and sucked, tasting her sweet milk on his tongue. Penny gasped at the pain; he was not being gentle with her poor breasts at all. He was sucking harder than the machine did in his lust for her.
Penny wanted to pull him close but couldn’t grab him; her arms were still strapped down. Instead she wrapped her legs around his ass and squeezed. She started to have her orgasm, and her pussy cinched down on his cock as hard as she could grip it. The Host’s deep fucking pounded her pussy even harder at that, and they both knew he was going to cum inside her, nothing could stop it now.
Just as he had milked her, Penny was going to make him cream.
She felt him explode inside her, and her pussy responded, it was like a floodgate opened and every ounce of stress and fear just poured through her body and out her pussy onto his cock.