Literotica Breast Milk Tapasi Maid Stories

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Donor Uncle in Apartment Pt. 07

by kanyakumari007 on Sep 14, 2020
Erotic Couplings

Manasi remembered how Pawan Kumar had started for Railway station amidst heavy rain in the afternoon for his journey to Visakhapatnam. When she went to bed, it was raining. It had still been raining when she woke up the next morning. The rain bore down mercilessly upon the heart of the city, pounding on the rooftops and turning the streets of the area into m...

Donor Uncle in Apartment Pt. 09

by kanyakumari007 on Oct 26, 2020
Erotic Couplings

It had already been two days since their returning from Digha. On their arrival at Kolkata, Pawan Kumar was feeling exhausted and tired because of continuous fucking with two girls. He called the girls, and said, "Hey girls, listen to me. I am exhausted by fucking both of you at Digha. Now, I want to take rest for few days so that I could rejuvenate myself....

Donor Uncle in Apartment Pt. 08

by kanyakumari007 on Sep 14, 2020
Erotic Couplings

It was a winter evening, and the time was 8.00 PM. Pawan Kumar was ready with his suitcase as he had to board the train to Puri at 9.30 PM. Debashree, Tapasi, Basanti, and Sumati, all of them were standing nearer to him. He turned his head towards Debashree and Tapasi, "Listen, Girls, I will be away for only 3 days as I have a Bank's job at Puri. But during...

The Inquisitor Ch. 05

by theTCat on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"Come my lady," purred the maid. "You are trembling and cold. And you walk unsteady on your feet. Ah, I see you have experienced his feather machine." she said with a knowing smile. "Hurry, let us get you warmed again, and I shall show you the castle." Taking her hand, she led the princess to her bed, and bade her lay down. "I thought he said you were to wa...

The Inquisitor Ch. 03

by theTCat on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

And with that, she drew the princess up from the languid waters, and dried her all over with a soft cloth, before drying herself. In a moment, she retrieved new silk robes for the princess, and a lovely green one for herself. She clothed the princess, and guided her to the mirror, and began to softly brush the princess' hair, in long smooth strokes. As the...

Annie & June Ch. 03

by writerotica on Sep 26, 2017
Fetish

PREFACE The following is a "true story of my imagination" and continues the affair between two nursing moms which began in "Annie & June". While reading parts 1 and 2 are encouraged, I don't believe it's necessary to enjoy this story. In these next few episodes, Annie and June get away for a weekend "shopping" trip that turns into two incredible nights of d...

My Maid, My Self And My Wife

by uksnowy on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

The story line which I liked very much, is by Prowler M (aka hunt.goodtime) and all credit must go to him for the idea. He gave me permission to edit it into a more western version and also permission to submit. When I got married, like all men I was incredibly horny, so needless to say at every opportunity I would fondle and grope my beautiful wife Mana al...

Master Juan and the Hucows

by hucowwriter on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

Master Juan could be found at the storehouse of Antonio Perez daily in the city of Laramid. He was Antonio's best customer and friend. Every morning Antonio knew that Master Juan would need two large vessels filled with sweetest breast milk and that he would want to drink fresh breast milk directly from the tit upon arrival. As Master Juan nursed at the brea...

Milking

by ahuizotl on Aug 8, 2018
Fetish

Lydia stood in the dark room waiting for him to return. It had been a long while and she had lost track of the exact time. When he left he didn't say when he would be back but instructed her not to move. She was always obedient and didn't want to upset her record of being a good girl, so she stayed put in the exact spot despite the darkness and seclusion. S...

Elizabeth 339 Ch. 03 - Deconstruction

by Rollinbones on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I'm frozen. Not cold, but immobile. I can hear the sounds of morning downstairs. Children clatter in the kitchen and a television shouts cartoons into an empty lounge room. Something akin to fear grips me and holds me pinned to the warm bed. I can't even speak to call out to Lisa who I can hear singing in the ensuite shower. My breath comes in ragged shallow...