Suzie's Suckling Kink

Suzie was already half-naked on the sofa when the stranger’s head settled into her lap.

She’d only meant to offer him a cup of tea after he’d helped her with the shopping bags. One thing had led to another—her soft Northern laugh, the way her heavy tits strained against the thin blue slip, the unmistakable damp patch forming between her legs—and now here he was, a complete stranger, face buried against her bare chest while she stroked his thick cock with slow, filthy precision.

“That’s it, love,” she murmured, voice low and warm, thick with Manchester. “Open wide for me. Good boy.”

Her left breast was already in his mouth. The large, freckled mound rested heavy against his cheek as he latched on properly, sucking hard. Suzie’s green eyes fluttered. A soft, wet *glug* sounded as her milk let down, flooding his tongue in thick, warm pulses. She sighed happily, freckled cheeks flushing, and tightened her grip on his cock.

She wanked him the way she liked best—slow, firm strokes from root to tip, thumb smearing the constant bead of precum over the head, then sliding back down to squeeze the base. Every time he suckled harder, her hand matched the rhythm, pumping him with wet, obscene sounds.

“Fuck, you’re thirsty,” she breathed, watching his throat work as he drank. Milk leaked from the corner of his mouth, running down her soft underboob and onto her belly. She didn’t mind. She pushed her other breast closer so he could switch whenever he wanted, both heavy nipples dark and shiny with spit and milk.

His cock throbbed harder in her fist. She could feel him getting close—balls tightening, shaft swelling. Suzie grinned, freckles standing out against her flushed skin, and sped up her strokes just a little, twisting on the upstroke the way that made most men lose their minds.

“Come on then,” she cooed, voice dripping with filthy encouragement. “Fill my hand up, pet. You’ve had your fill of my milk… now give me yours.”

He groaned around her nipple, hips jerking. Suzie kept feeding him, kept stroking, until his cock pulsed hard and thick ropes of cum erupted across her fingers and palm. She milked every spurt out of him, slow and deliberate, letting the hot mess coat her hand completely while he still suckled greedily at her breast.

When the last weak twitch faded, she gave his cock one final squeeze and lifted her sticky hand into the light, showing him the thick white mess glistening on her freckled skin.

“Look at that,” she said softly, still smiling down at him with her nipple resting against his lower lip. “Proper job. Now… want the other one while I clean this off?”