STORY 11- Daddy milked me

Synopsis: I 've been waiting for so long. At age twenty I have been waiting for someone to milk me.

 Now I just might have my chance. It's just me and my stepfather Allan. We haven't been alone in a long time and I can see that there's something different in his eyes. Something that I've never seen before.

I think that he doesn't know, but I guess he's known all along!

CHAPTER ONE

" Come in here Lisa." He tells me the second my mother leaves.

I'm in the kitchen getting the chores done so that I can go out and swim. So that I can go out and have fun with friends.

"I'm trying to do the dishes." I tell him.

"I said to come in here." He grunts at me.

I jump at the sound of his voice.I have reddish hair and hazel eyes. I'm wearing a sports bra and a pair

of booty shorts that fit tightly so that my ass shows off.

I stop doing the dishes, rolling my eyes I know that I have to listen to him. Well, I don't have to. 

But while I'm living under his room and my mother's I must do what I am told.

 Walking to the doorway of the living room I see that he's sitting there on the sofa. Watching television. His hand in the waistband of his shorts like Al Bundy, but he looks hotter. I don't mention that though. I wouldn't.

"Are you deaf? I said to get over here." He glares at me.

I don't know what I've done wrong, but I hurry over to him and stand in front of him. He spreads his legs.

"Closer and bend down." He tells me.

I do what he says without question.I bend down and wait for what he wants to tell me. Almost as if it's a

secret.

He doesn't want to tell me anything!

Catching me off guard he yanks down my sports bra and has my tits in his hands, He squeezes one, opening his mouth and he milks it!

I watch the creamy milk hit the back of his mouth.

"What are you doing!" I shouted at him.

He squeezes it again and another stream hits the back of his throat.

"I just knew it! I knew that your tits were getting big!" He shouts at me.

I'm still bent over and I feel his hands being rougher and rougher with me. He milks them one after another 

I bite down on my lip, getting over the pain in my tits. I find the roughness exciting. It turns me on, and I can feel my pussy getting wet.

He pats his leg with the other hand, and I don't know exactly what he wants.

He brings one of his legs between mine and has me sit on it. "Fuck!" I cry out for him, shaking my head as he brings his hand down between my legs. He slips his fingers into the side of my booty shorts and feels that I'm not wearing any panties.

He begins to rub me, and I can't help myself anymore.

Between the milking of my tits and him fingering me I thrust my hips. There's only so much a woman can take. One that's sexually active!

He milks the rest out of me and I'm panting for him, thrusting against his fingers as I cum for him. My body is shaking.

It's over faster than I realize, and I see him smirking at me. Almost laughing at me.

I push off him and pull my sports bra up, I don't say a word to him as I make my way up the stairs and he laughs at me.

I can hear his laughter as I go to the bathroom and take a shower.

I can't believe that I've let him milk me! For him to notice that I was the one that was changing. It should've been my mother.

 I refuse to go back downstairs, and I know that mother is going to be home soon. I lock my bedroom door and get into bed.

I sleep most of the day away, tossing and turning. Whimpering and moaning into my pillow. I heard someone knocking on my door.

"Do you want me to stay home?" I hear my mother's voice.

"No, she will be fine. I will take care of her. You need to make the extra money. No one else is going to take that shift and you know it." I heard his voice before I could even open my mouth.

I don't say anything and close my eyes, letting the tears silently fall down my face. I'm in so much pain that I can't even move.

I heard my mother leave a half hour later. I hear him coming back up the stairs.

"It's time to be milked." He calls through the door.

I don't get up though.

"I can't." I whimper at him.

"You can. I know it hurts." He tells me, slipping something through the side of the door and within seconds the door is unlocked.

He pushes the door open and he's completely naked. can see how big his cock is and my eyes grow wide.

"You didn't think that my cock could be this big? Did you?" He laughs at me coming into the room.

I try to cover my tits the best I can, but my nipples are poking out between my fingers. I try to roll over onto my side and he pulls on my shoulder to bring me back onto my back.

The only thing that I'm wearing is pink panties and he eyes them before looking at my nipples that are teasing him.

"Yes, I knew that it was time." He moans, licking his lips as he spreads my legs nice and wide for him.

"You want to be milked. You need to be." He tells me in a soft whisper.

I slowly take my hands away from my tits and I know that he's right. I know that it's going to hurt a lot though.

He squeezes just my nipples between his fingers, and I watch him lick at the milk that is coming out of me.

"Fuck." I whimper.

He brings a hand to my panties and rubs me, my hips begin to rotate for him, grinding against his fingers and I find myself gasping.

"Relax. That's all you have to do." He tells me, though his voice is nice and soft, it's needy too. The alarms go off in my head.

"I'm doing you a favor..." His voice trails off and gets between my legs.

 I know what he's after as he suckles onto one of my jugs. He sucks and nibbles. This isn't milking! God, it feels so good though!