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A Dripping Exam
Anonymous
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Summary
DESCRIPTION: Dana has a happy life, with a doting and adoring husband, a comfortable home and a good job as a reporter. But not everything was perfect. Although she had a body that most women would envy, it came at a big price. In desperation, she sought medical advice. Could doctors solve her problem? EXCERPT: “Wait,” I shouted, over the noise of the machine. “Are you…are you…milking me ?!” “Yes,” said Dr Smith, attending to the tubes, “That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Open mouthed, I was too shocked to say anything. An intolerable build-up of pressure in my right breast and then my left sent spasms of delight and pain through my body, and then, with a whimper, I felt my breasts begin to leak. In horror I watched as my milk began to trickle down the tubes towards the machine. Dr Smith’s eyes widened and when I looked down, I saw that his trousers were bulging. “I…I don’t want this…” He walked over and stroked my naked back. I whimpered and murmured as the machine began to pump harder and faster at my breasts. I bit my lip as his fingers traced lines all the way down my back, over my ass, caressing and stroking me, making me tingle. I couldn’t help thinking, despite how wrong and terrible this was, that I had never wanted anything more in my life than for him to touch my pussy, to tease my clit, to slip his fingers into my wet hole. But after lingering there for a while, tracing little circles on my butt, he walked around to the machine again. I couldn’t see what he was doing, and I could barely concentrate anyway as the pumps stretched and massaged my breasts with their insistent demands, sending tingles and waves of soreness and pleasure washing through my upper body. He walked back in front of me holding a little glass. In it was a small amount of murky white liquid. I watched as he sipped it slowly. At the same time, he rubbed the bulge in his trousers with his other hand, making himself harder and harder. It was so wrong, and yet I couldn’t take my eyes of him as he savored the taste of me, licking his lips, making sure he got every drop. I was sweating now, I could feel it on my brow, on my breasts, on my exposed thighs and I could tell that my pussy was getting wetter. I stiffened as he walked past me again, his hands once again feeling my bare skin, making me shiver. There was a pause, in which I, whimpering, ached for him to touch me. And then I felt it. It was like a shot of electricity through me. His tongue touched my pussy lips and I almost spasmed in orgasm right there. I yelped and tried to pull away, because the pleasure was too much, but he held me by the hips and pressed his face against me. I cried out. The ecstasy was almost intolerable. My whole body was shivering as his tongue probed me, seeking out my engorged clit, making me wetter, taking me into new realms of pleasure with every flick, every nibble, every press. He was so good; he was bringing me to the brink of orgasm just with his tongue. And then it happened. I squealed, unable to hold back and felt my juices flowing as I shook and rattled the bars and the straps, racked with the pleasure of my first orgasm.
Available since: 01/29/2021.
