Chapter 4: Open Wide, Little Milk Drinker

Continued from chapter 3:

She grips me tighter, thumbing the weeping slit and pushing me past the point of no return.

“Do it! Cum for your Mistress like a good boy! NOW!”

Pleasure rockets up my shaft, and I scream as Nisha peppers my bottom with crisp, stinging spanks while I come undone, shattering under painfully intense pleasure as rope after rope of milky white ejaculate splatters into the bowl with a tink-tink-tink sound.

Nisha watches in sadistic glee as I come undone, thick ropes of cum splattering into the bowl with each searing spank to my tender bottom. She milks me through the intense orgasm, wringing out every last drop until I’m spent and trembling.

SPANK! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP! SLAP!

“Mmmm, such a good boy,” Nisha praises mockingly, giving my softening cock a few more teasing strokes before releasing it.

“Look at all that pent-up shame and desperation I pumped out of you. You needed that, didn’t you Ero? Needed to be put in your place and used for my pleasure.”

She runs her finger across the tip of my penis to catch the last string of semen dangling there and wipes it on the rim of the bowl.

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Setting the bowl of steaming cum aside, she says, “You'll eat that later. But first… I’ve got something you need to eat right now.”

Nisha stands up and slowly unzips her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. She isn’t wearing any panties underneath; her glistening folds are already swollen with arousal. Nisha kicks the skirt aside and climbs onto the chair, spreading her legs wide in clear invitation.

“Come here and put that tongue to better use than begging,” she orders imperiously, reaching down to spread herself open with two fingers.

“Worship your Mistress like the good little **** you are. Eat my pussy until I cum all over your face as thanks for the thorough spanking I gave your ass.”

I obey, and she is delicious—clean and very juicy with arousal. I devour her folds with my mouth, tasting her clitoris with my tongue.

Nisha throws her head back with a throaty moan as my skilled tongue delves between her slick folds, lapping at her aching sex like a man starved. Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight as she grinds against my face shamelessly.

“Oh fuck yes, just like that!” she cries out, her hips bucking erratically.

“Mmmm, your tongue feels incredible, Ero. Such an obedient little pet, so eager to serve.”

Nisha's thighs begin to tremble, her inner walls fluttering around my probing muscle as I focus intently on her throbbing clit. She's close, teetering on the brink of an explosive climax.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she warns breathlessly, pulling me harder against her core.

“I'm gonna cum all over your slutty face.”

And she does.

Her body goes rigid, back arching sharply as the coil of tension in her core finally snaps. A guttural moan tears from her throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over her, flooding my mouth with her sweet essence.

I drink greedily as her juices gush into my mouth.

“FUCK! Yes, YES! Drink it all down like a good boy!”

Nisha throws her head back in ecstasy, grinding her spasming sex against my face as she rides out her high. Her nails dig into my scalp, holding me in place as she uses my mouth for her own pleasure.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the aftershocks subside. Nisha collapses back against the chair, chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. She looks down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips.

I lie breathless, gazing up at my conquering princess, wondering what awaits me.

Nisha looks down at me, sprawled between her legs. My face glistens with her juices, and I feel a thrill of pure submission course through me. She reaches down, cupping my chin, tilting my head up to meet her gaze with a wicked grin.

“Mmm, you took your punishment so well, Ero. You serviced me with such enthusiasm. I think you've earned a small reward.”

Her thumb traces my lower lip almost tenderly.

“But don't think for a second that this means you're off the hook. We're far from done exploring the depths of your depravity.”

She leans in close, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“I have so many more lessons to teach you, so many ways to use this obedient body of yours for my pleasure.”

“I don't want to be off the hook, Nisha. It was wrong of me to play with your panties. You caught me fair and square, and I want to learn as many lessons as it takes until you forgive me. Please, continue to spank, punish, and use me as you see fit.”

I give her a final lingering kiss to her already sensitive pussy lips.

A wicked gleam enters Nisha's eyes at my eager submission. She stands slowly, towering over my prone form, circling me like a shark scenting blood in the water.

“Oh, I intend to, my pet. I'm going to mold you into the perfect submissive toy, so thoroughly trained that the mere sight of me will have you trembling with anticipation.”

She stops behind me, delivering a sharp smack to my already tender bottom.

“But first, I believe I promised you would eat that bowl of cum later as penance. And I always keep my promises.”

Nisha retrieves the bowl and thrusts it under my nose, the scent of my spend filling my senses.

“Come, lie against me, Ero. Lie against me while I feed you a bowl full of your own sticky mess.”

She sits, legs spread, and I lean back against her like the little spoon. She wraps me in a warm embrace from behind, allowing me to lay my head against her breasts. She picks up the silver bowl and brings it to my lips.

“Open wide, my obedient little milk drinker. Drink down every drop like a good boy.”

As I part my lips, Nisha pours a generous amount into my mouth, watching with sadistic satisfaction as I struggle not to gag on the thick, salty fluid.

“That's it, swallow it all. Taste the evidence of your depravity, your complete submission to me.”

She continues feeding me in measured doses, one hand cradling my head against her breast while the other controls the flow from the bowl. Nisha’s other hand roams my body possessively, tweaking a nipple or tracing the curve of my hip.

“You're mine now, Ero.”

“I’m yours, Nisha,” I gargle around my last swallow of cum.

“Can—can I have one last spanking before bed? On my bare bottom? I want to show you how sorry I am. It had to be humiliating for you to see me, a complete stranger, rummaging through your panties like that…”

I shudder, my breath hitching with remorse.

“I deserve a real punishment for that. A hairbrush or a paddle, if you have one. Please, Nisha, take me back over your lap and make me cry real tears. I want to fall asleep next to you, dressed in my panties, crying myself to sleep while you hold me, telling me all is forgiven, making me feel like I've truly earned your forgiveness…”

To be continued in chapter 5...