Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set Read Online Free PDF

her next milking to be followed directly
by her next breeding session.
    To
allow herself to be bred by the hunky dominant white man she only
knew as Farmer6969 was enough to make Clara cream her panties right
then and there- that is, if she’d been wearing any. They’d
exchanged many photos, mostly of aroused body parts. She bit her lip
remembering the first time she’d laid eyes on his delectable
swollen thickness, shattering all myths about race and size
difference. Clara had no doubt that he had all of the right tools to
breed her successfully. She played over the moment of insemination in
her mind countless times, imagining the strength of his pale veined
hands gripping her cushiony ebony hips as he dumped his hot fertile
load into her depths. Clara reached for her dildo, sawing the bulbous
head against her soaking slit. She felt her pussy lips part
involuntarily, aching to be filled by the thick faux cock.
    Clara
sighed. Her craving for this man had reached heights that she’d
never thought possible. Surely she couldn’t go on like this
forever. It was starting to take much longer to for her to climax and
she knew it was because her body demanded real thing. Farmer6969
suggested that they try to setup a meeting, but Clara always
declined. She smiled as she remembered how patient and understanding
he’d been once she revealed her current situation with Darod.
He never pressured her, in fact he’d been downright tender
about it, reassuring her that she and the baby deserved better, even
subtly suggesting himself as a replacement. Clara knew the dangers of
online dating, but she threw caution to the wind and allowed herself
to be swept up in Farmer6969’s romantic notions. He knew
exactly what to say to her and when to say it. A man who shared her
taste of kinks with a tender side too? He had to be too good to be true.
    BLING!
BLING!
    Clara
grabbed the phone again and gritted her teeth at the message.
                Darod: ‘im yo man
bitch is u crazy’
               
“ Negro, don’t
nobody want you,” she said aloud, her voice slicing through the
still midnight air. She was determined not to engage him. She knew
she’d have to talk to him eventually. Just not tonight. Not
now. Her mind was elsewhere… on him.
                BLING! BLING!
                Clara groaned,
exasperated. She had her fingertip on her phones off button when out
of the corner of her eye she spotted the contents of the new text
message.
                Farmer6969: ‘Hey
u. U get my email? ;)’
                Clara smiled. He made
her instantly giddy, her chest tightened like a teenage girl with a
crush. It was a stark contrast to the rage she felt anytime she had
to communicate with Darod’s simple ass. Still naked, she rolled
over, smooshing her bare dribbling breasts against the bed and
steadied herself on her elbows.
                Clara: Yep got it n
then some  ty ur really amazing.
                Farmer6969: thx. I
always save my best work for u.
                Clara: ur sweet 
                Farmer6969: I try ;)
What r u doin.
                Clara: Guess ;)
                Farmer6969: I could
guess but I think I already know.
                Clara looked at the
screen for a moment and took a deep breath. The baby was at her Mom’s
house for the night and she could do with a little night cap…
and some company. She bit her bottom lip. She knew she was ready to
take the next step and meet in person, but at her house? What if he
turned out to be crazy? What if they didn’t hit it off in
person?
    Farmer6969:
r u there?
      Tapping
the sides of her phone Clara had an idea.
    Clara:
yes, im here, sorry. had a rough few days. R u free for a drink?
    Farmer6969:
sure…if ur sure…
    Clara:
if its too late for u I understand…
    Farmer6969:
no not too late. where?
    Clara
gave him the address of a bar a few blocks