His decent into Slavery 4

Her milk tasted somewhat nutty and wasn’t as sweet as I expected. I grappled with her nipple in mouth to get a constant flow of milk. She looked down at me.

“Take more of my breast into your mouth and gentle suck. Don’t rush it.” she said.

I did this and her milk started to flow freely. It became a suck then swallow pattern. She started to purr like a cat. Her eyes would look at me as I sucked her breast. She began to stroke my chest. I felt her suddenly jolt, then continue to play with my own nipples. Her eyes were the biggest brown saucers I had ever seen. When she looked at me, I could see some sadness there. I couldn’t talk to her as my mouth was full with her breast. Her hand started to move down my chest to just above by groin. It stayed there, not even touching my penis. She then started telling me about her life.

” I am not usually this intimate with a male but I feel comfortable with you little one” she said.

And then she began her life story as I fed from her breast.

“I was born in Ethiopia, of the Oromo people. My grand parents were slaves to a Spanish family. That is why I don’t like the word slave.”

She continued

“My parents fled Ethiopia when I was a baby and were taken in by France. My father worked very hard to give me a good education. I was the fifth daughter
and the baby of the group. My other sisters were married off, as was our tradition.”

As she was talking, her hand started to caress my penis and balls as though she was in a trance.

“I was sent to finishing school in England when I was 12 years old. I missed my parents so much. They had parents who were slaves and wanted their daughter to be a “Queen”

In my eyes she was a Queen. The flow of her milk was slowing and she guessed this as I was struggling to get more milk.

“Time to change breasts little one” she said.

She unfastened the straps around her shoulder and asked me to sit up once more.
My head was a bit dizzy from lying on her lap for a while.

“Move across the couch about 3 foot.” she said.

I shuffled across. As she stood up I noticed fluid around her vagina that had seeped out across her g string. She wiped it with her finger.

“A little orgasm sweetie as you sucked me.” she said.

She now sat at the other end of the couch and readjusted the her breast straps.

“Ok, head down here across my vagina again.” she said.

I placed my head on her lap and the leather cradle was placed around my head. She tightened the straps and my head again was facing her other breast.

“Take my nipple” she instructed.

As I did this, she tightened the harness and my face was fully into her breast. She moved my hand onto her side part of her breast and told me to squeeze there to encourage her milk flow. The milk came in ample quantities again.
She continued her story.

“Your wife saw my modeling photos on billboards in Paris you know” she said casually.
“I earned enough money to pay off my parents home. Everyone loved my body.”

And here I was strapped to her breast drinking her milk.

“I wanted a man to start a family with, but, no one respected me as a woman. Everyone talked to my breasts and not my face. Men drooled at me. Photographers would make me pose in unjustified sexually positions.”

She continued on how bad men were, yet here I was feeding from her.

She adjusted my head so she could look at me drinking from her.

“My breasts have always had some milk, but, when Rebecca told me there was a male slave finally going to join us, I then took hormones to produce more milk to feed him. I have always loved my nipples being sucked.”

Her eyes devoured me as she told her story. My pleasure was that I couldn’t pull away from her breasts. The harness kept me tight against them.

She continued.

“I thought you would be another rude male, but you’re soft. I’ve noticed how your lips nibble me and you suck me as though it was the most natural thing to do. I’ve played with you but you haven’t ejaculated.”

My heart was pounding. I wanted to kiss this woman and be all the normal things a male is. I wanted to tell her not all males are like she experienced. But my mouth had her breast firmly wedged in it. I was a slave sucking her breast milk and not her lover. She convulsed again, but this time bigger. I had guessed now she was climaxing. She looked at me and said.

“I didn’t want a child as tall as me as it has major drawbacks in this society.”

I looked at her wondering what she meant by that.

“Stroke my face little one” she said.

With that I took my hand from her breast and touched her face. She nuzzled into my hand, kissing it and stroking it. My penis was now probably 10 inches long.
Then she astounded me with her next comments.

“I want a baby to you.”

Here I was sucking from her breasts.

“I want many children to you. You are the most placid male I have ever met.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Miss World, Miss Universe, Goddess, all the richest men in the world she could have been with wanted a child from me, no, a family with me.
I sucked harder than ever and she felt this. Then she played with my penis and I came in her hand. Oh shit, I thought. There was no command to come, but this women just easily got it out of me.

“That was a bit naughty David, all your come in my hand.”

I couldn’t see what I’d done until she brought it to her mouth. She then licked it up, like a cat licking milk. Her eyes were glazed.

I love it in my mouth, but really, it needs to be in my pussy.” she said smiling.

She said “What is said and what happens my room stays in my room”.

With that she squeezed my balls. She looked down at me as I continued to drink her breast milk. Her eyes were on fire.

“I want to see a reaction from you. Blink your eyes for yes” she said.

“Do you want to father my children?” she asked.

My heart stopped. Did I want to father children to a Goddess that was breast feeding me. I had already come in her hand but my penis was still rock hard in her hand.

I blinked my eyes a hundred times. I had fallen in love with her. She looked at me and started crying. Her big brown eyes were cascading tears all over my chest.

“I love you” she said. In one hour of intimacy we knew already that we wanted each other.

“Keep sucking me little one” she said. With that she screamed and I felt my back get wet.
Her smell changed and she was sexually charged.

“Rebecca and I are good friends. she said “She will always be your first wife, but, she doesn’t want children. I want them and straight away. I will talk to her today and get her permission to start a family with you.”

Her milk was now depleted. She unclipped the harness. I sat up on the couch and got my balance back. Her milk had filled me. She removed all the leather harness from her body.

“I’m thirsty” she said as she rose. The inside of her legs were dripping. She removed her
g string and poured herself a wine and sat back on a merchants chair. The arms of the chair were about 5 foot long. She placed her long legs on the arms and spread herself wide . Her vagina was now in full view.

“Little one, finish me off” she said.

With that I moved between her legs and drank every bit of her female fluids. She pressed and held my face hard into her vagina and said.

“This is your place of worship now. I want your tung, penis and seed always inside me”.

I wanted this African woman so much. To be inside of her. To give her a child.

Would my new wife allow this so soon? She climaxed again and again. As I was licking her her cell phone rang.

“Hello Rebecca, …… yes, I’m giving him desert right now. Rebecca, I need to talk to you. …no he was perfect. … well he should be full as both my breasts are empty. Uh, wait a sec.”

As she said that another ejaculation came fro her vagina. My mouth was full of her fluids.

“God, he has a great tung. Can someone make a harness that will hold his face against my pussy?

She suddenly went silent. Apart from a few yes’s and no’s. Then she said.

“Does he know this? This morning then. Ok, I’ll have him there in the next thirty minutes.”

She pushed my head back from her. Then she pulled herself off the chair. I was still on my knees.

“Your to be marked this morning for your wife.”

“Marked” I said questioning the statement.

“Yes little one. It’s a mark placed on you showing her ownership of you. It means if we ever escaped from here together you would always be found through your mark.”

My heart sank. Through her voice I detected that her plans of having children with me were changing.

“But Mistress” I responded. “If we were to marry then I would have your mark as well.” I pleaded.

She looked at me with a sad smile.

“I would not want you to have what my grandparents had on my account.” she said.

“But I would.” I cried. “Anything to be with you.”

With that she started pulling on her dress and covering her beautiful body. Finally she covered her breasts that had fed me so well.

“They should be full again for you tonight little one.” she said with a sad look.

“Can’t I get rid of this mark if we escape?” I said.

“No little one, you can never get rid of a mistress wife’s mark. It is something you will take to your grave.”