Miss Milking Part 1: An Erotic Lactation Novel by Elliot Silvestri

Author:Elliot Silvestri [Silvestri, Elliot]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Green Bush Publishing
Published: 2024-07-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

Tenley took a breath and pressed send on the message she had carefully composed for Emma.

Tenley: Thank you so, so, so much for the car. I love driving your Mustang. What can I do to thank you and Frey? I know you won’t take money because I don’t have any, but I can do things of a more…intimate nature.

She followed the message with a winking emoji.

Frey looked at the message on Emma’s phone.

“Oh, she’s a slut,” he said aloud.

Emma looked at him reading her phone. They were in bed together. They had no secrets between them. They couldn’t. Not with the life they shared together. “Who?”

“Tenley.”

“Well, I would think that was obvious. Why are you bringing her up now?”

Frey handed Emma’s phone over to her. “I’m going to point out that she thanked you for loaning her my Mustang.”

“Mm-hmm.” Emma was non-committal on that issue. “She wants to fuck you again.”

“She said she wanted to thank you,” Frey pointed out to her. “She wants to eat your pussy.”

“She’s not that sort of girl.”

“I’m pretty good at reading,” said Frey. “I know what she’s saying and what she’s meaning.”

“If you’d scroll back up on our conversation, you’d see that she’s not into women at all.”

“Weird. That’s the same thing you said about ten minutes before I watched you eat your first pussy.”

Emma’s lips twisted in annoyance, mostly because her husband was correct on that issue.

“Do we want her back in our house?” asked Emma. “Do we want her back in our bed?”

“Fuck yes,” said Frey. “I want that tight, young, pink pussy again.”

She gave him the eye. “Do you have to sound like a crude fratboy when asking for sex?”

Frey revised his answer. “It would be an incredible experience for the both of us to enjoy her body and affection again.”

“I think you just want to fuck her tight, young, pink pussy again,” Emma said.

He snatched her phone back from her. “I’ll tell her she can come by tomorrow so I can plow her while you watch.”

Emma didn’t try to take her phone back from her husband. She just watched with amusement. Eager amusement.

Emma: Let’s set a time for a second round. How about tomorrow?

Frey handed the phone back to Emma. “You set up the details with her.”

“Am I your social secretary?” she asked him archly.

“Better. You’re my lactating cuckquean.”

“I didn’t know what to wear,” said Tenley as she walked in the front door of the Holts’ house, escorted by Frey. “I hope I’m not overdressed.”

“I’m pretty sure we can solve that problem,” Frey said in amusement.

It was like she was dressed for a job interview: blazer, blue silk blouse, smart pants, heels. In contrast Frey was wearing a sweatshirt and old jeans. Emma was just as casual in her yoga pants and threadbare t-shirt.

It took Tenley a moment to understand what Frey had said. “Oh!” She laughed at his wordplay. “I mean, I guess I did come over here for that. Though I’m officially coming here to thank you for the use of your car.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.