Horny

You wake up with a huge wet spot. You suspect you had some erotic dream, but it’s already fading away. However, you are still craving a cock.

You hop in the shower. You hope a little cold water will dampen your hunger. Instead the water spraying on your tits only makes your nipples erect and your desire for a good cock grow.

You dress. You ponder going makeup free, but looking your best will help you get what you want. You apply EvilGlam black to your lips, loving the way it looks and the evil thrill you get.

You throw on a tight black dress and hop in the Lexus. You drive fast hopefully my that will help your itch. It doesn’t. By the time you pull into a parking spot you are indulging in a myriad of sexual fantasies and your throat is parched.

You enter the building and queue for security. You admire the muscular man molesting the girl in front of you.

You used to think of the guards as bid dumb obstacles to get through. Now your opinion has radically change. You see them as big dumb obstacles with cocks.

You fantasize about him taking you in back for a really rough frisk and…

Your thought is cut off by him waving you through. Not only is he not interested in giving you a pat down, he almost seems reverential.

You strut through swaying you ass to show him what he’s missing.

You enter the elevator feeling like you have been in the desert for months. You need a drink. You need to see Malissa. You punch sixty nine.

The elevator dings and you scamper to Malissa’s office.

Her door is open and as soon as she sees you she beckons you in. You close the door behind you.

“Hello, Gracie. How are you feeling?”

“What did you do to me! Why am I so thirsty?”

She slips out of her dress showing her huge breasts.

“You’re thirsty because you need a drink.”

You lick your lips. You remember tasting her. You remember how good it felt having her warm milk flowing down your throat.

You step toward her.

“Come, Gracie, don’t be shy.”

The thirst gnaws at you. Malissa pinches a nipple and a drop of iridescent black milk dribbles out. You run to her and latch your mouth on her breast.

You are rewarded with copious amounts of milk. You close your eyes enjoying the flavor. You feel something slither under your dress and into your sex. It begins pumping and undulating. It feels magical.

You climax, without stopping your suckling. The pleasure continues.

Malissa runs a clawed finger down your cheek.

“Good girl. But, daughter, if you are going to want my juice, you are going to need to address me respectfully as ‘mother’.”

The kinkiness of thinking about Malissa as ‘mother’ makes you hot. You orgasm again even harder.

You feel whatever was in your pussy withdraw. Malissa pulls her tit away.

“Enough for now, Gracie. They’ll be more later.”

You lick your lips.

“Go have fun daughter. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

The way she says it is so dirty you wonder if there is anything she wouldn’t do…

You head to the elevator, already feeling starved for cock…