**Drain and Fill**
Finally pulling my lifted truck up into the driveway, I feel a sigh of relief as I can feel myself decompressing from a long week at work. Working on pipelines after a jump back up in the economy can sometimes get strenuous. What cannot be denied is seeing a boost in the paycheck as well as more benefits from work. Always a nice little reward as it shows with my brand new wheels and tires glistening in black gloss as the truck stands tall. I hop out, feeling my blood pressure lower, and my hand slamming the door behind me.
I go up to the front door, passing my wife’s car on the way by, when it opens for me. In the doorway is her in some skimpy panties and her nursing bra with her large bust hanging out of it. She’s clean, not an ounce of make up on her, and looking completely natural and sexy. Me, feeling my heart begin to jump a little bit and someone else fighting against my boxers, I go up and kiss her, not exchanging any words, forgetting about my hands covered in grease and my tattered clothes from the day.
I push her with my bodyweight inside, kicking the door behind me. We break apart for a moment where we hug each other, the sunset glistening my face out the kitchen window. I hear her sigh in relief with her submissive, feminine undertone.
“Looking sexy, aren’t you?” I ask as we part.
“I’m sorry I didn’t put on a better bra.” She mentions.
“Why do I care? Ever since you had that baby, I’ve loved how big and milky those tits have gotten.” I murmur with a slight growl in her ear.
“No, like they hurt whenever I have a regular bra on or they push up on anything.” She explains.
“Has little Reed not been feeding today?” I question.
“He’s been asleep since 3 this afternoon.” Amy explains.
“Wow, that’s about 2 hours now.” I add.
“I’m so engorged right now.” She somewhat shivers.
“Well, we can fix that, can’t we?” I put my hands on her neck making her look up towards me.
I feel her pulse in her neck and it’s pounding away. She stares into me, her eyes twinkle with lust and a little bit of curiosity.
“Just make love to me, baby. I don’t need to be milked right now.” She tries to assert herself.
“Mmmm. No.” I slap her ass.
She shakes making her tits wiggle in position.
“I want it my way, you understand?” I discipline her.
“Yes, sir.” She can barely murmur.
“Go to the basement, take the baby monitor, strip for me, and wait.” I order.
She nods her head.
I let go of her neck and she scampers away, pulling the plug of the baby monitor from the kitchen counter and heading down the basement stairs.
I take off my shirt and jeans, leaving them right on the floor. I start washing my hands, being careful not to hit my raging boner against the cabinets below, and I finally see my white skin through the grease. Grabbing the towel, I dry them off and walk down after Amy.
I come down to the main basement floor, it’s empty all for some storage stuff, bondage furniture, and the industrial milker I always love using on my wife. Amy stands in front of me, completely bare. Despite only having given birth 6 months ago, she looks amazing. Her skin on her belly has tightened back up again, her hips still looking fashionably wide and very capable of child bearing complimented by her pussy lips and landing strip pubes, as well as her once wonderful skin glow has turned back to that spicy, mixed Asian and Caucasian look. The best of all her tits; Growing from an already amicable 28E to an impressive 28H filled and expanded with her precious, warm, sweet milk. All around, she’s beautiful and perfect glowing in her feminine aura and submissive charm.
“Legs apart, arms out.” I command.
She responds and follows orders.
Carefully, I look all over her body, inspecting all of it, appreciating her figure, getting a good look at her nice tattoo on her hip with our initials etched into a heart as well as the hand of our baby boy on her back. I slowly trace my palms over her arms, up her neck, and down to her chest. I wrap them under her busty udders and push up on them gently. Amy winces. They’re extremely full.
“How’s your milk today?” I ask and then place my mouth on her left nipple.
Immediately, she huffs and takes a deep breath in.
I take a quick suck and the lukewarm, sweet substance pours into my mouth, a little faster than I expected. I lick up the residue off her nipple with my tongue. Her nipples become harder and extend out in response, beautiful, dark, little nozzles accessing her liquid gold, her areolar glands becoming more prominent.
I then hold my hand on the small of her back as my palm runs down her stomach. She trembles and gets goosebumps all over her skin.
“Does that turn you on?” I whisper in her ear.
She nods hesitantly.
Eventually, my hand runs down to her pussy lips. Surprising her, I flick them in. She whines a little as my fingers greet her warm, wet walls and I feel her natural fluid dribbling out onto her thighs.
“You need to get fucked.” I grunt in a whisper. “I’ve waited too long.”
“Please, sir.” She begs.
I let go of her. “On the stock bench.”
She quickly trots over to the bench in the room. Getting onto it with pads supporting her knees, a bar for her hips to stick up in the air, and support pads for her arms effectively crouching on all 4’s, she waits patiently. I bind her arms, legs, and hips to the metallic frame support with the belts, securing them all and placing padlocks in the belt loops, the keys sitting on the basement window sill. She struggles and wiggles in the bondage but she’s not going anywhere. I walk around behind her and see her legs out, her ass cheeks spread showing her holes and pink pussy. Her tits also hang low and downward, some of her veins beginning to appear.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
“Tight.” She complains.
“As it should be.”
I pull the industrial milker over, holding the nipple cups out with the connecting lines running to the machine and collection pail.
“Oh please, the machine hurt.” She begs.
“I don’t care. You want sore tits or sore nipples?” I offer.
She stops for a moment. “Sore nipples.” She can barely admit.
“Lick the cups.” I hold them out in front of her.
She licks them slowly, lubing them up with her luscious tongue and sticky saliva.
“Wonderful.” I compliment her.
She nods in recognition.
“Now, the machine’s not turning off until you fill the pail. That’s 35 ounces. You understand?” I inform her.
She shakes her head yes.
“Beg me to milk you.” I instruct.
“Please, milk me, sir.” She can barely muster.
“Come on, you’ve done way better. Beg as if your life depended on it.” I describe.
“Please, milk me, sir. My tits hurt. My milk and my body is your’s.” She explains.
“What are you?” I order.
“I’m your breeding, housewife, submissive, slut, sir!” She exclaims.
“What is your life purpose!?” I continue.
“To make babies, provide milk, and pleasure you, sir!” She follows.
“What does misogyny mean to you?” I question her.
“A woman’s true place in life.” She responds perfectly.
From her comments, I remember how Amy’s not on birth control at all to not interfere with her hormones and how there’s no condoms in the basement. Her period also started up not long ago. I realize it’s time for another one.
I go over to the milker, turn it on, and get down on my knees. I slowly bring up the suction cups to her nipples. They catch quickly and her nipples are pulled deep into the receiver. Amy moans and whimpers as her nipples turn bright in color, swelling with blood. The milker begins to pulsate and they slide back and forth, each cycle making her engorged tits spray her milk into the tubes like over pressured sprinkler hoses. The tubes turn from clear to bright white as it flows into the machine. As each second goes by, the milker makes another cycle furthering torturing her nipples and draining Amy’s tits of all their milk.
Amy is now moaning on a consistent basis, whimpering even more as each cycle lets her nipples go then are pulled back in from the powerful vacuum. She stares down at the floor, watching her milk pour into the collection tubes. Her milk starts to fill the pail quickly but it won’t be for another hour until it’s full as I want it.
My cock is now rock hard and I strip my boxers off. Amy looks up to see my erection and in position but not to fuck her mouth. I walk around her, gliding my hand down her shoulders, back, and to her ass. I smack it swiftly. Amy jolts, fighting the bondage but is unable to move. Over the sound of the whirring machine, I get behind her ass, her pussy becoming drenched in her juices.
“You’re going to have my baby again.” I order.
“What???!!!!” She yells in shock.
I then stick it in her, shoving my cock all the way into her tight walls, her warm lube letting it move as freely as it wants and gripping nicely by the lips. We fit together perfectly physically and intimately.
“Oh, my god.” She shakes and I can hear her voice shaking, turning into that horny wanton she is.
I begin thrusting deep into her, jiggling her ass in rhythm to the cycles of the machine. She can’t resist the pleasure as it overrides any discomfort from the machine.
“You better want me to breed you.” I command to her.
She just keeps moaning, her body moving in motion to my thrusts as my dick buries into her fertile pussy. I realize she’s the perfect feminine example. A loving, subservient housewife, big, milky tits, and a fertile womb with childbearing hips. All making me more mentally and physically aroused yet appreciative of her and making me emotional.
“You’re gonna like this cock, baby. Your pussy is mine.” I confirm. “You like that cock?”
“I do, sir.” She mentions.
“Do you want to be pregnant again?” I ask.
“Only if you want me to, sir. I’ll always be your knocked up sow if that’s what you wish.” Amy claims.
I begin to fuck her harder, her pussy clenches tighter and tighter, her moans become louder. I realize she’s coming close to orgasm. I stop for a moment where I lean in towards the back of her ear.
“I will make your womb full again.” I whisper.
Instantly, she melts into the bondage in deep submission, knowing the end result.
“I love you.” I mutter.
“I love you, too.” She can barely say, on the edge of orgasm.
I begin to jackhammer into her, each thrust accompanied by her pussy trying to grab hold of my cock. Amy moans, shakes, and squirms. I then feel that craving again and it’s animal like. My balls pulling back, a deep pressure on my pelvis, and a trembling in all of my muscles. I grab on Amy’s hips and pull myself in with all the force I have.
“*Ahhhh!!!!* I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Amy announces.
I feel her pussy walls slosh in her natural juices, her pussy writhing on my cock, there’s no way, I’m pulling out. My cock is deep into her fertile uterus and I blast my semen into her. Several shots fly into her cum craving pussy, milking every last drop of cum I have left out of me. I grunt and growl as if I am an animal conquering its prey.
“*Ooohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!* I feel it.” Amy comments.
“Hold it all in.” I demand.
I keep my cock in her until I feel every last drop has oozed out of my glans and I withdraw. Not an ounce of cum on my cock or falling out of her pussy. It’s there to stay deep impregnated into her with her hips high up in the air keeping her pussy at an angle downward.
I walk over to her while I kiss her neck, the milking machine still milking away at her tits. I feel my heart rate settle down, my dry cock go limp, and the lust slowly go away and I realize what will happen soon.
***
Eventually, Amy makes quota and I turn the machine off. I’ve effectively drained her tits and filled her with my precious cum. Just as a good wife should always be treated. Her nipples being pulled out of the cups, I notice how swollen and sore they are but with a firm tit grab and no painful response from Amy, she’s been drained temporarily for now.
I grab the keys off the window sill where I unlock all of the belt padlocks and undo the belts holding her down on the rig. I can feel Amy is weak trying to get up, expended from orgasms, her whole body covered in sweat. I hold her up from her torso then embrace her into my arms. I stumble myself towards the chair up by the wall where I sit down, Amy on my lap, her chest pressed up against mine. I then notice her wonderful pheromones from my nose and I love the moment even more.
The both of us are raw, vulnerable, naked, and enveloped in love and the afterglow. All Amy can do is lay her head on my shoulder, eyes closed, her long, slow breaths calming her down. I then feel a warm drop on my shoulder. I look over at her to see tears in her eyes as she silently sobs.
“*Shhhh.*” I quietly shush her.
“Oh, my god.” She speaks softly.
“I love your skin on me.” I mention.
“Me, too.” She confides.
“I bet you didn’t think this would happen again so soon, did you?” I ask.
She shakes her head no.
“Thank you, Shane. This is really amazing.” She describes.
“I can’t express how much I love you.” I say under my breath.
“I’ll always be happy having our children. As many as ever wanted.” She continues.
I tilt my head to the left and down where my lips are met by Amy returning a kiss. I then look down to see the emerald ring on her left finger and my own on the hand holding the small of her back.
***
A few weeks later, Amy had the 2 lines show up bright on the pregnancy test and once again, we celebrated with joy, tears, and excitement for the future. For all I know, I’ll keep Amy milked and bred again and again for as long as she can be my sow.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bew55u/drain_and_fill_mf_married_misogyny_maiesiophilia
I’m surprised I loved this as much as I did ?…