The black girl stands in front of you, smiling. She leans down over the chair, her breasts swinging down to your abdomen, as she gently grasps your scrotum. "Wakey wakey, man meat!" she sings playfully to you.
She shifts her hand and grasps your penis, which is just starting to react to her display of skin, and the needy hunger of the departed salesgirl. "Hmm, good. I sense some returning signs of life. but we both wanted to relax a bit first." She straightens up, and lifts the dark womanly globes on her chest, pinching her nipples while doing so. "Can I offer you some pillows, sir?"
"That sounds good," you quip. "Just on either side of my head would be good."
"My pleasure," she purrs. She steps onto the platform where your legs are resting, and lifts her smooth, muscular legs to rest in the leg-rests on either side of you. She kneels, her white spandex panties hovering a mere inch above your cock, and looks at you smiling. Her breasts are essentially level with your head: she shuffles her knees as far forward as possible, and then leans forward. She gently collapses onto you, her warm torso up against yours, and with your face nestled in her cleavage.
Your unnamed companion gives a sigh. "Ahhh, that's nice. I love having a man in my chest like that. Make yourself at home, loverboy," she murmurs. "I knew you were a breast man back at the change-display. Just relax, and breathe the air of a man buried deep in a woman's chest. You'll be feeling good in no time."
You breathe deeply, taking in her warm, womanly scent, and exhale slowly. You warp your arms around her torso, your hands coming to rest naturally on her well-toned ass, which is supporting her weight. You let your hands roam, and rub your nose up and down her sternum, rubbing her titflesh against your cheeks and eyelids. You take another intoxicating breath. You feel like you could just drift away. And then you do, absently caressing her ass and rubbing your face in the black beauty's cleavage, your mind awash in a warm sea of womanly flesh.
You start to come back to yourself when you notice that your companion's chest is heaving up and down rather noticeably. You her her murmuring excitedly above you. "That's right baby. Momma's going to take good care of you. Keep you safe and warm. Momma's going to make you feel so good." You slowly realize that your subconscious projected your blissful state onto her, and now she's actually getting off on you being nestled in her warm cushions.
You give her ass cheek a firm squeeze, and she gasps lightly. "Mmm. Looks like baby's awake now," she says, half to you and half to herself. "Feeling better, baby?"
As an answer, you start licking her one of her breasts. She rocks a bit, flexing her legs to ride up and down from the leg-rests. "Oh. Ooh. Somebody's hungry," she says.
You work your way to one engorged nipple, and move a hand to her other breast. You wish for her to produce milk when she's horny and playing with her tits --- but not normal milk: something more like sweetened coconut milk, and for it to feel good to let it flow. "Ah! Oh! Oh yeah," she pants. "Suck that teat. Drink my milk, baby. Suck that juice out of me. Suck it down." Your hands play with her other nipple, letting her milk drip down her beautiful globe onto your chest. "Unh. Suck on my tits. Drink momma's milk so you can grow big and strong."
You move your head from her breast, and give her other breast a quick, deep and and furious kiss, drinking in more of her love milk. You tell her to sit up: she does, but is flexing her hips steadily, rubbing her cunt against your abdomen. Her white panties glisten with her juices, hovering slightly above your now hardened cock.
"God. That's so hot," she says as you play with a nipple, letting her milk dribble down her dark breast. "I've never made milk for a man before. It feels like I'm slowly coming, out of my tits. I could do this all day if I didn't need you in my pussy." |