Free Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set by Quinn Rossi Page A

pale hands came down hard on
Clara’s upturned ass cheeks, stinging her damp mocha flesh and
sending powerful ripples coursing through her body. She twisted her
hands back and forth behind her back, rubbing the elastic thong cloth
that bound them against her raw wrists. The gnawing cloth burned like
fire in contrast to her fingers, which she could no longer feel at
all. Luckily for Clara, fingers and hands weren’t required for
what Master had in store for her.
                FAP! FAP! FAP!
                She could hear him
stroking his flawless iron cock behind her. The remnants of the milk
he collected from her leaking udders lubricated his hand as he rubbed
the length of his shaft to max size. His massive hand held her head
down on the bed while he took care to elongate his stiff phallus as
much as possible. Clara’s soaked pussy pulsed in dripping
anticipation as Master readied himself to enter her. He’d
degraded her beyond her wildest fantasies for hours, exposing her in
ways that only served to awaken the depraved sexual being that lived
within her. He’d prepared her for the final humiliation,
breeding her, compelling her to accept his pure, potent white hot
load as he empties it into her enslaved slut cunt. Clara felt her
pussy twitch as the reality of living out her purpose as a white
man’s cum dumpster sunk in.
                Master leaned over her
and lightly licked her earlobe. The crushing mass of his hulking
white weight was overwhelming. His ivory muscular body covered her
supple ebony frame, folding her into child’s pose.
               
“ I control your
mind,” his voice was strained and deep.
               
“ Yes, Massa.”
               
“ You were made to
obey.”
               
“ Yes, Massa.”
               
“ You belong to me
now,” his gravelly baritone reverberated through her mind.
               
“ Yes, Massa.”
               
“ What is your
purpose?”
               
“ To have my
nigg’r slave cunt bred by Massa as many times as he sees fit.”
The words rolled off of Clara’s tongue in monotone without
hesitation or restraint. She wanted this, to dedicate her life to
being her white Master’s ebony cock sheath, a vessel in which
to carry his white hot fertile load. She vowed to continue her
training until all thoughts of resistance ceased to exist within her
mind. She pictured her future transformation into Master’s fuck
toy, existing only to please his and any other cock he orders her to.
               
“ You haven’t
been taking anything that would stop my little guys from doing their
job, have you? I told you what would happen if you did in one of my
letters,” Master’s tone rose in anger at the thought of
his property ingesting contraceptives.
               
“ No, Massa. My
nigg’r cunt is bare for you,” Clara replied concisely.
She needed him to fulfill her in every possible way. Hours of his
dominance reduced her to comply with his evert whim. She surrendered
to him, mind body and soul.
               
“ Good girl…
good girl…” Master murmured as he sawed his plum pink
spongy prick up and down the length of her bubbling, dripping pussy.
Clara braced herself as she felt Master hit his target, as the soft
arc of his neglected cock caught on the perimeter of her pulsing cunt
sleeve. She inhaled deeply as the ridge of his head squished past her
tight opening. “Open up for Master,” he coaxed, gripping
her hips. Clara’s hot brown body trembled as he clamped his
strong massive hands around her waist.
    “ Yes,
Mass-UHHHHHHHHH!!! MY GOD!!! MASSA-AAAAAGHHHH!” Clara screamed
as he pulled her hips back to him, skewering his long, thick, veined
white cock as deep into her as it would go. He pushed her forward and
pulled her back again, spearing her tender pussy on his enormously
erect pole.
    “ Take it,”
he growled. “