I don’t deserve your milk. (Mommy dom - Humiliation)

“I don’t deserve your milk.”

Madam Aubrey’s eyebrow raises. “You’ve already had so much. But now you think you’re not worthy?”

“I didn’t know. You- you’re so much… so much better than me.”

“On your knees.” She scoffs.

I drop to my knees, looking up at the goddess that’s in front of me. She holds out the jug and the secretary futa takes it from her hand.

“Well, if your not good enough for my milk,” she parts her long white dress, exposing her meaty thigh, “do you think you’re good enough for my cock?”

Spreading the skirt, her thick cock peeks out, the swollen head right at my face. I stare. It’s all I can do. My mouth hangs open and I feel the drool slide down my chin but I can’t move to wipe it. I can’t swallow all the saliva flowing in my mouth. I use my nose to savor her sweet scent that drifts around me, penetrating my mind. Citrus and soft wood waft around me, the famous scent of the Empresses family. I can’t move to kiss her cockhead.

It moves. My eyes feel like they’re weighed down with how slow they are to react. It comes back and the meaty club strikes me across the face.

Madam Aubrey laughs. A callous sound that feels like a bucket of cold water splashing over me. “Such a little bitch. Strip, ****.”

I wrestle my clothes but I fail in my rush, getting the shirt wrapped around my head and arm awkwardly. Madam Aubrey pulls the shirt over my head in one swift motion.

“Reba, take off the little shit’s pants.”

Reba set’s down the jug and grabs the elastic waistband, quickly pulling them down around my knees on the ground. In a flash, she tugs them under my knees and then off my feet.

“Up on the table,” Madam Aubrey demands, pointing to the small dinner table.

I scramble up to the table as both Madam Aubrey and Reba loosen their skirts and let them fall to the floor.

Their cocks are mouthwateringly huge. My heart slams into my chest as I imagine how I’m going to take these two monsters. Madam Aubrey is at least a foot, probably longer and Reba isn’t much smaller, though Madam Aubrey’s cock has a powerful urethra that holds her cock up. Cocks that big normally droop, but hers, fuck, I bet I could sit on it and it would hold me up with how powerful it is.

“Spread your legs cunt.”

I do as my Madam commands, spreading my legs like all the whores I ever watched on internet. I imagine myself in fishnet and hooker heels as I open my legs up for those cocks. My boy-hole relaxes, ready to take them, ready to let them take me.

The two stand over me and press their cocks on top of mine, the soft skin of their cocks caressing mine. The loose skin of their balls pressing against mine, engulfing my tiny nuts.

They both laughed and then pounded my little pecker with their monster cocks.

“He’s so small,” Reba said as a vicious shot slapped my tight nuts.

Madam Aubrey’s head tilts back as she roars with laughter at my involuntary squeal. “No wonder you don’t think you’re worth me. I’d kill myself with such a tiny clitty. Say it. Say you have a tiny clitty.”

As they continue to pummel my clitty, I manage to get the words out. “I- uh- I have- ah! A tiny clitty.”

“You want these big cocks up your ass don’t you?”

“Yes!” Did I just shout that?

“That’s an Alpha for you.” Reba laughed. “They want that girldick so bad.”

Madam Aubrey’s beating intensified as she drove her iron cock into my soft skin. “You heard him. He’s not worth my milk. How could he possibly be worth my cock?”

“Please! I’m sorry! I was wrong,” I wail. Their cocks pounding my outsides make my insides jealous. I want these cocks. “I want your cocks! Please!”

Her cock slams down on my clitty, pressing into me, crushing my erection under hers. “Let this be a lesson, ****. You do not choose your worth. I do.”

“Yes, Madam. I’m sorry, Madam.”

“You will call me Mistress for the time that you reside under my roof.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You’ve made a poor first impression, and I don’t like being disappointed like that. Do it again, and you’ll find yourself in chains eating piss and shit the rest of your miserable life!”

My legs contract for a moment but I widen them again. Her hand caresses my inner thigh as she smiles.

“Good. That’s exactly what I expect. Total obedience. Trust me, pet. You’ll find me hot as the sun or cold as the artic. Nothing in between. If you want to be more than a toilet, I suggest you follow orders.”

I don’t want to be a toilet, but I want to disappoint Mistress even less. I have to make it up to her. “Yes, Mistress. I promise. I’ll do as you say.”

Mistress flicked a finger in the direction of the discarded skirts and Reba went to pick them up. “You’re going to find a few toys in your room. I want you to use the second smallest one. When it starts to feel good, I want you to move on to the next largest.”

Reba wraps Mistress’s hips with her skirt and then slides back into her own. She walks to the door and holds it open.

Mistress walks to the door but stops before leaving. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it. Tomorrow is your first day of class and you won’t have much time between class and me to do much else but sleep.”

She walks through the door and Reba shuts it behind her.

I stand but my I’m legs are weak from holding them open for so long and all those hits to my clitty and balls sink in. I stumble down the hall to my new bedroom, using the wall as a crutch as I limp. The room is much larger than the one I had at my parent’s home. The bed is a queen with black silk sheets and a padded headboard. On the charcoal grey walls, posters of futa with their cocks out fill up the empty space as well as the wide-reaching ceiling. Just about every inch is filled with massive cocks like Mistress’, cumming into the air or on ruined assholes and heavy tits squirting milk like a fucking shower. The nightstand is a mini fridge with another gallon of milk. On top, several red dildos wait with a bottle of lube, each larger than the last. I estimate the smallest to be seven or eight inches and the biggest roughly sixteen or eighteen.

I lube up the second smallest and sit down on it. It slides in with some work and more pain, but I’m not doing it for me. This is for Mistress. She’s going to make me the best me, I’m going to do my best for her. Hilted on the dildo, it’s rubber balls bigger than my own, and I drink the milk until it’s gone, wishing I’d taken the chance to have her warm milk when she offered it. God, please let her offer it again.