Each step she took towards the club brought her closer to sweet release, and it was hard to keep herself from pushing through the crowd, sprinting down towards the alleyway she was headed for. In her pocket, her trembling fingers tightly gripped the small brass key she'd been sent. Hot wetness trickled down her bare inner thighs, and she wondered what would await her. Really, she had no idea. The note had been vague, only letting her know that her wish to have her tits abused would be fulfilled, and not to worry about any mess she might make with her milk. It had made no demands as to how she should dress, or anything to bring, save for herself and the key. All she knew was where to go. After what seemed like hours of walking, but what her phone told her had only been 5 minutes, Jennifer stumbled into the alley on shaky legs. Her tits throbbed, her pussy twitching in response, her need at a fever pitch. She wanted to be milked, to be hurt, to cum. Partially, she knew that she'd done this to herself on purpose, denied herself from milking so that she would be able to overcome her shyness and let someone else do it. Her arousal was making her bolder than she would be, the lust filling her body and making her willing to do almost anything for that sweet, sexual release. Passing by a bouncer guarding the mouth of the alleyway, she halfway took her key from her pocket before he nodded, jerking his head towards a door further down. She murmured her thanks, blushing deeply as she clutched her trenchcoat, embarrassment making her feel as if she had to keep it tightly closed despite the fastened buttons. Opening the door, she found a small room with two hallways leading off it, the welcoming warmth of air conditioning rushing up inside her trenchcoat. Suddenly feeling a relaxation come over her, Jennifer inspected a large handwritten sign that had been mounted on the wall, elegantly flowing listing directions in chalk upon slate. "Breeder - Room 1, Left Hall" "Milk Slut - Room 3, Left Hall" "Femdom Group - Room 2, Right Hall" "New Slave - Last Door, Right Hall" Smiling slightly at her unknown companions on the list, Jennifer went left, letting go of her trenchcoat and taking out the key. Her heavy tits bounced with every step of her high heels, but she relished the pain without wincing at it, knowing it was only a tiny taste of what was to come. After passing two doors in the dimly lit hall, Jennifer turned with a pounding heart towards the third, looking down at the engraved brass handle. Slotting her key inside, she twisted it, then pushed the handle down. Part of her almost expected it not to work. That she'd have to go home unfulfilled, or seek out help while dressed in nothing but a coat. Instead, the door swung open with ease, giving Jennifer her first look of the room where her slutty tits would finally be given what they deserved. It was sparsely furnished, the carpet of the hall giving way to polished marble floor. There was a drain in one corner, and the walls were covered in textured leather cushioning. Hooks in the ceiling intrigued her, but it was impossible for her to ignore the one feature in the room clearly meant for her to use. Jessica closed the door behind her, approaching the far wall with breath held. Kneeling down, she ran her fingers around the outside of one of the two holes cut into the wall, each as large around as a person's head, placed so close together they were almost joined. The room she was in was dim, but little light shone in through the other side of the hole. She could hear quiet voices, smell the scents of sex coming in from that other room. It had to be filled with clubgoers, the kind of people who wouldn't hesitate to abuse an obscene pair of tits like hers. She shivered, kneeling in front of the tit-gloryhole, staring at it. Slowly, it came to her that they must be waiting on her, ready for their toy to show up so they could have their fun. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, and she began to fumble with the buttons of her trenchcoat, finally popping enough of them off that she could rip the garment free. With desperate hands, she started to press her breasts through the hole, shuffling forward on her knees so her body was pressed up against the wall. Despite their wideness, the holes weren't big enough for her to fit through easily, and she had to knead the full, firm flesh through, pushing it through with her fingers until finally her chest was pressed directly against the leather-lined holes. Her body now was in one room, her tits in another. Exposed to strangers. Totally vulnerable, her position making it impossible to jerk away quickly. A voice came over an unseen intercom, and Jessica jumped as it spoke in a distorted electronic voice. "The safe word is four hard knocks on the wall," it informed her. "If you can endure 30 minutes, you will be reinvited." It cut off with a crackle, and Jessica started to pant slightly, butterflies fluttering in her belly as she felt her huge milk-loaded tits hang against the other side of the wall. 30 minutes. Too bad she'd left her phone in her trenchcoat, a few feet away on the floor behind her. There was no other way to tell the time... Something touched her nipple, and Jennifer froze. They continued to caress her hard nub through the tape, making her quiver as she pressed up against the wall, her nails digging into the soft leather. It felt like fingers, the first ones that were not her own to ever touch her chest. She thought whoever was on the other side must be able to hear her heart pounding, rapidly thrumming inside her as the tape was slowly peeled from one of her nipples. Immediately, she felt the delicious sensation of milk pouring from her, a heavy dribble that ran hot down her skin. Letting out a moan, Jennifer started to slide a hand down to touch between her legs, instinct taking over as her arousal surged. Before she could move her fingers down far, they brushed a handle set into the wall, something she'd missed in her rush to get her breasts shoved through the gloryhole. Her mind focused on it briefly, and she made a sudden snap decision, gripping the handle. She wouldn't touch herself. She hadn't had to when she'd been abusing herself on camera, so she shouldn't have to now. This was a club for masochists like her, and she should be the best little milk masochist she could be for these others. As that thought resolved in her mind in the moment following her expression of milk, another pair of fingers ripped off the tape of her other nipple. Gasping, Jennifer felt both breasts leaking now, a heavy flow of milk pouring in hot fountains from her overfilled breasts. Between her legs, a rivulet of wetness ran down her thigh, a pale mirror to the multiple streams of milk coursing down her breasts and dripping onto the floor of the other room. Enticed by the delicious sight, one of the clubgoers pressed a palm up against the underside of Jennifer's left breast, causing a sudden spray of milk from the light pressure as they lifted the heavy flesh. Jennifer moaned, not holding anything back as she rested her forehead against the padded leather wall. Her fingers gripped the handles with white knuckles, her body trembling with eagerness. She could feel the hot milk exiting her fat, overloaded tit in a gout, the heavy flow feeling so good as it surged through her hard nipple, relieving the painful pressure inside. A pair of lips wrapped around the tip of her breast, causing Jennifer's eyes to snap open. She panted, the wet heat of another person's mouth around her sensitive milky nipple making her squirm in pleasure. Then, they began to suck. A quiver of pure ecstasy ran through her, a pulsation of pleasure that swelled with each increase in the suction on her skin. Milk was drawn out of her so rapidly her nipple began to ache, the liquid almost feeling as if it were being torn from her nipple by the hard sucking. It completely filled the mouth of the unknown clubgoer more than twice, cupfuls of sweet whiteness expressed in a tingling pleasurable relief. Yet, even when the mouth popped from her wet skin, she could feel herself still leaking. It made her shiver in happiness at how far she'd pushed her body's capacity to lactate, making herself into the perfect pair of toy tits for these people to play with. Jennifer heard a feminine giggle come from the other side, then the feeling of a cool, smooth piece of curved glass pressing against her skin, collecting the dripping flow from her right nipple. A cup, perhaps held by a clubgoer who had too much dignity to drink straight from the source. Her right tit was still engorged, throbbing with a dull pain that sharpened suddenly as two delicate hands wrapped around it at the base. Slowly, they simultaneously squeezed her flesh and slid down her breast, moving towards the tip. Jennifer's body started to shudder with pleasure, her mind blanking, focused entirely on the feeling of her breast being milked like an udder, her creamy milk filling up someone's glass on the other side of the wall. Being used like a drink dispenser made her more wet than any amount of self-milking ever could, and she felt disappointed when the hands only gave her a single pull, though her breast felt more comfortable without being stuffed to capacity. While her nipples were still tingling and wet from her mild milking, Jennifer felt the first touch of pain at the hands of the strangers. The leather tip of a riding crop snapped against her nipple without warning, the sharp biting sensation of its impact fading quickly into a warm ache as her breast jiggled. Though she'd known she'd be hurt, it came as a shock, and she realized she had been lucky even to get a teasing taste of pleasure before the abuse began. She bit her lip, trying to thrust her chest out for more, though her tits were already pushed as far into the other room as they could be. Another hit came, impacting her other nipple and sending a squirt of milk from her as she cried out at the agony. Her pussy convulsed, squeezing around nothing as the pain throbbed in the tender tip of her tit. Unconsciously, she braced herself for the next strike, eager for more. But it was not the riding crop to hit her, when pain lanced through her next. Instead, a punch hit her soft, hanging flesh, and Jennifer let out a shocked sob, trailing off into a gasp of pleasure as her bruised flesh bounced. Another hit came, knocking one breast sharply against the other, the obscene sound of skin slapping together echoing in her ears as she felt her milk spray with each impact. This was everything she'd ever wanted, milking and abuse, objectification and casual use. Whoever was on the other side was strong, a faceless brute that used her tits like punching bags without a hint of mercy. Over and over he struck her, and with each time the knuckles slammed into her soft flesh, she imagined the bruises she would bear. Marring her perfect creamy skin, covering her beautiful, massive breasts. It was enough to ignite her masochism to new heights, and she was disappointed when the strikes stopped coming. A part of her had wanted him to never stop, to keep going until her breasts were beat bloody. "More," she moaned, her mouth close to the wall. Her breasts throbbed, but with a new, hot pain instead of the dull ache from before. It made her want them to keep going, to abuse her until the pain built up to a climax. She was already close, so close. The excitement of it all had her body thrumming with arousal, her trembling thighs soaked with her wetness. Her nipples trembled with vibrations of each rapid beat of her heart, droplets of milk constantly weeping from her huge reddened tits. They still felt so full, full enough for hours of milking. "More!" she wept, not noticing the tears on her own cheeks. Something small, soft and slightly wet pressed against her skin, a teasing touch that cooled the inflamed heat of her pummeled tits. It felt pleasant, and confused Jennifer in her lust-addled state as it began to slide across her tits, taking odd swirls across her flesh. It would pull away for the briefest moment, then return, making a few quick movements before doing the same thing again... They were writing on her. Another marker tip pressed against her skin on the other breast, the same tiny wet point of sensation, scratching out a word or two. She wished she could read what they were writing, know what they had labeled her as. Even imagining the possibilities made her rub her thighs together, whimpering at the need she felt to be hurt further. This was to tease her, she knew. A time for her arousal to cool before they stoked it high once again, for they knew she would enjoy this pain. Even without seeing her, they controlled her. And she loved it. After a minute or so of writing, Jennifer felt something solid and flat slide beneath her breasts. It supported them, the curved undersides of her tits resting upon its surface, which seemed stable and sturdy. It all puzzled her for a moment, though she enjoyed the feeling of her milk puddling around her hot skin, as well as the burden this took off her back, strong though she was. Relishing these sensations, she found herself totally unprepared for when the next strike came. A booted foot slammed down onto Jennifer's left breast, spraying milk so hard from the sudden pressure that Jennifer thought her nipple might pop off. It crushed down on her flesh, and she screamed, hips convulsing as she was filled with the pain. The weight of the person stayed on her, and she felt the milk fountain from the breast under the boot. It was hot, the heavy flow squirting out in a single thick stream. It must look so pathetic, her hard nipple twitching as her tit was squished. Swallowing back a moan as she imagined it, Jennifer felt a pulse of heat in her pussy, riding the edge of climax as the heel of the foot ground against her. When the boot finally lifted away, she didn't beg to ask for more this time. They'd heard her pleas, and knew how to answer them. A high heel stabbed down into her other breast within moments, pressing down into the voluptuous flesh, forming a deep divot before the toe of the shoe came down upon her nipple. It crushed down on the sensitive nub, grinding it against the smooth surface. That was when the climax came. Pussy convulsing, squirting for the first time in her life, Jennifer lost all awareness of her body except for her breasts while that shoe danced and stepped over her expansive titflesh, the anonymous woman using her knowledge of feminine sensitivities to torture her with exacting sadism. Her hard nipples and clenching pussy ached with pain and pleasure, the hot release of milk from her breasts a sweet undercurrent of ecstasy throughout the brutal treatment of her chest. By the time her unknown mistress stepped down off of her, Jennifer felt several sharply aching spots over the tops of her breasts, places where the heel had plunged down onto her flesh. It had never broken the skin, but it had been close. With her throbbing breasts now covered in a coating of their own milk, Jennifer caught her breath, feeling her body shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm. It had gone on so long that she had lost track of time, multiple shocks of agony lancing through her body to keep her climax peaking. Her breasts felt like tenderized meat, pummeled and stepped on, soaked and drawn upon. The surface they'd been resting on was taken away, leaving them to hang heavy against the wall once more. Jennifer hadn't been able to see any of her brutal treatment, but in her mind's eye she saw her breasts as bruised, battered, misshapen and ruined, defaced by slutty writing marked upon her skin. Despite how much she'd lost, she still had a faint dribble of milk leaking from each nipple, though she could feel she was mostly empty now. The thought of the puddle that must have formed beneath the tit gloryhole on the other side made her feel a warm glow of pride. Her hands slipped from the handles, fingers aching from gripping so hard for so long. A few moments went by with only the throbbing of her tits to keep her company, and Jennifer began to wonder if her time was up. Had she passed? It was hard for her to judge time... the idea of it being over made her disappointed, but glad she had done so well. While she was considering pulling her tits out of the hole a little so she could check the time on her phone, Jennifer was stopped by a new sensation, surprising her into stillness. Her fingers fluttered against the wall as she felt two hands cupping her huge chest, lifting the heavy hanging flesh. Biting her lip, Jennifer felt a moan rise in her throat as the two hands started to gently milk her, fingers running along the sensitive undersides of her breasts. As the last of her milk was slowly squeezed out, she gave in to temptation, panting softly as she started to finger herself. Her needy hole clenched around her own fingers, the feeling of being filled satisfying her body in a way even the masochistic orgasm hadn't. As the final drops of milk were squeezed from her oversized tits, Jennifer felt a hot, throbbing rod slide between the aching globes, enveloped within her expansive cleavage as the two hands pressed her breasts lightly together. Her breathing quickened, her fingers stilling inside her as she experienced the first cock she'd ever felt firsthand. Unable to see it, she was shocked at how big it felt, how hard and warm it was between her pillowy breasts. The man used her like a fucktoy, thrusting into her, her nipples brushing against his hips as he completely buried himself inside her cleavage. Slowly, as the man started to fuck her tits more and more roughly, squeezing them and ramming his cock harder against them, Jennifer began to realize he was going to cum. Her tits were going to be covered in a strangers cum after he used them to get himself off. She couldn't stop him, didn't want him to stop. The thought of her slutty tits being fucked while her holes went neglected was one of her deepest fantasies, and having it happen like this was even better than she'd imagined. Her fingers picked back up, rapidly pumping into herself, trying to match the frantic rhythm of his cock. He was close, she could feel it, feel the same edge of need that tinged his movements. The same sensation filled her, and lightly pinched her hard clit, biting her lip and whining loudly with pleasure. Both of them came at the same time. She felt the hot cum, sticky as it pumped out onto her skin. Spreading it across her chest, the man coated the tops of her breasts, glazing her nipples with his thick spunk while Jennifer shook and quivered, enjoying every drop that was given to her while she climaxed. Even after the man pulled away, leaving her breasts marked with his seed, Jennifer continued to finger herself, torturing her clit and dragging out her orgasm until the pleasure became too much. Dropping her hands to the ground, she rested her cheek against the wall, panting raggedly. The voice came over the intercom, androgynous and distorted with electric crackle as before. "Your time is complete. You may withdraw and leave at your leisure. Congratulations, and welcome to Club Kobalt." Jennifer smiled, feeling weak, used up, and utterly satisfied. Pulling her aching tits slowly through the holes, she made an effort not to scrape off the cum on the tops of her breasts as she squeezed them back into the same room as the rest of her. Looking down, she shivered in happiness as she took in her own chest. "FUCKBAGS" and "MILKSLUT" had been written on the tops of her breasts, along with other words mocking her huge endowments, though she'd need time and a couple mirrors to read them all. The words were covered in ropes of cum, which dripped from her nipples like the milk she had so copiously spurted out. The scent of her lactation filled the room, wafting in through the holes, an odor keyed to induce arousal in her after so much sexual milk play on her own. Bruises were already forming, coin-sized ones covering her upper breasts where the heels had stomped down, her nipples acutely tender after being stepped on. It'd be a while before she could be rough with herself, letting her tits heal from the intense abuse they'd suffered today. Still, she didn't regret the loss in the slightest as she shrugged on her trenchcoat, the cum and marker the only things on beneath it. Buttoning it up, she decide to leave just enough exposed to show some of her messy cleavage. Smiling to herself as she made her way back out into the city, Jennifer found herself already thinking about how she'd play with herself after the long walk home. live sex cams live sex cams live sex cams live sex cams live sex cams live sex cams live sex cams live sex cams
Breast Milk Masochism 