Daddy, you know that adult breast feeding fantasies are some of my fave kinks! You can practically taste that warm, sweet goodness now, can’t you?
Adult breast feeding fantasies aren’t something you’d think a college girl like me would be into, but Daddy got me addicted at a young age. It started out innocently enough. Well, that’s not entirely true. To be honest, I’d flirted with Daddy for as long as I can remember. However, he’d always rebuffed my enthusiastic but inexperienced advances. But something changed when I turned 18. Suddenly, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
More accurately, Daddy couldn’t stop staring at my perky, barely legal titties.
Noticing his obvious interest, I started “forgetting” to wear a bra whenever he was around. Indeed, it was as if he couldn’t stop looking! Of course, I always wore something tight so that the sweet curves of my teen breasts were openly visible for Daddy’s viewing enjoyment. After passing my first college final exams with flying colors, Daddy rewarded me with a weekend trip.
Hidden away from prying eyes, what happened next between Daddy and me was practically inevitable.
Alone in my hotel room late that night, I saw the adjoining door to Daddy’s room slowly open. Shocked yet aroused, I watched my father approach the bed. Although I wore nothing save a thin white spaghetti-strap tank and petal-pink bikini panties, I made no effort to cover up.
Unable to resist, I slowly pulled down the front of my top until my rounded, firm breasts popped into view. Staring up at Daddy through lowered lashes, I blushed a little as I slowly began to circle my stiff pink nipples with just the barest caress of my fingertips. My father’s mouth fell open slightly, and then he unconsciously licked his lips.
I knew I had him now! Smiling provocatively, I enjoyed Daddy’s reaction. It was obvious he was dying to beg for just a taste!
Mesmerized by my erect, dark pink nipples, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Not missing a beat, I scooted over, wordlessly inviting him closer. Then I leaned back as I gazed up at him with just the barest flirtation of a smile. Unable to resist, Daddy leaned forward so that he could gently suckle a tingling tip between his sensual lips. I moaned with pleasure as I arched, wordlessly urging him to touch me at will.
Daddy slowly moved between my legs as he feasted upon my throbbing, swollen young breasts. Because he wore nothing but boxers, he easily nestled his raging boner against my now very damp, almost transparent panties.
“Mmm Daddy, don’t stop,” I gasped as I squirmed helplessly beneath him.
I really couldn’t help it. I ground my panty-covered pussy against Daddy’s rigid fuckstick as he sucked one nipple, then the other. Sounding aroused beyond belief, he groaned “Oh Angel, your titties taste SO good.” <loud slurp> “I wish they were filled with milk for Daddy!”
My eyes widened in surprise. As his words began to register in my fevered mind, I realized something important. Daddy had been fantasizing about his baby girl for a VERY long time. Not only did he want to fuck me, but he also wanted much more. I’d heard erotic stories of girls who purposely took hormones and other things so that they could lactate, but I thought it was just a fantasy. However, Daddy informed me that it’s a very real thing.
I’ll admit, I love a good incest sex story. But making my father-daughter breast feeding fantasies a reality? Mmm yes please, Daddy!
In fact, he admitted he’d researched it. He asked me if I’d become his little hucow. I stared at him as I tried to understand what he was proposing.
“A hucow, Daddy? What is that?”
He proceeded to explain that a hucow is a girl who lactates and loves to be milked for sexual pleasure. He said it’s one of the many ways we could explore our adult breast feeding fantasies together. I would take hormone supplements, practice with a breast pump, and participate in “nursing sessions” with Daddy until I started producing milk. While he milked me, he planned to fuck me bareback so that he could impregnate his darling daughter.
Once pregnant, my breasts would swell even further, giving him all the creamy, delicious milk he could ever want.
As he described how good it would feel, Daddy eased down my panties and tossed them onto the floor. Growling with need, he sucked at my nipple almost painfully as he yanked down his boxers, sinking deep into my tight, dripping pussy.
I panted and whimpered as Daddy fucked me hard. At last! My hands fisted in his hair as he devoured my engorged nipples, switching back and forth. Omg, it felt amazing! I couldn’t get enough. I exploded helplessly as I imagined everything we’d do together.