Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 79: Milk Man 1 [+R18]

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

Liam stood in front of the apartment door, his fingers curling around the strap of a small cloth bag.

He shifted his weight, his heart thumping against his ribs. He had been thinking about this all day.

He heard the slide of a deadbolt and the click of the handle.

The door swung open to reveal Kelly.

She looked like she had just been lounging, dressed in gray, form-fitting sweatpants that hung low on her hips and a white crop top that ended just below her ribs.

She didn’t even have time to say hello.

Liam stepped forward, his hand reaching for the back of her neck.

He crashed his lips against hers, catching her by surprise.

Kelly let out a muffled gasp, her eyes wide for a split second before she melted into him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue meeting his in a messy, desperate swirl.

Liam kicked the door shut behind him without ever breaking the kiss.

He backed her up, his hands sliding down from her neck to the small of her back, then lower, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass through the thin sweatpants.

They stumbled toward the living room, finally collapsing onto the overstuffed leather couch.

He pulled back just an inch, his breath hot against her skin. "I missed you," he muttered, his voice rough.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He moved his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her through the fabric. He started rubbing, his touch insistent.

Kelly let out a shaky breath, her head falling back against the cushions. "You promised you would come see me a long time ago, Liam. I’ve been waiting for days."

"I know," Liam said, his thumb tracing the seam of her pants. "Things have been crazy. Work, people... I just needed to get away from all of it. I just wanted to be here. With you."

He leaned back in, kissing her jaw, her neck, and then moving to the hem of her white top.

He hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it up over her head, tossing it onto the floor.

Her breasts were large, heavy, and pale, pink, wide nipples that were already hardening in the cool air of the room. Liam stared at them for a second, his pupils blown wide.

He reached out, his palms covering the warm mounds. They were so big he couldn’t even wrap his fingers all the way around them.

He leaned down and took one of those thick nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Oh god," Kelly moaned, arching her back. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

Liam moved from one breast to the other, his tongue swirling around the tips before he bit down gently. "I missed these," he growled against her skin.

Kelly let out a soft, breathy laugh, her chest heaving. "They missed you too. Trust me."

As Liam continued to work his way over her chest, Kelly’s hand brushed against the bag he had brought in. She felt the soft, fuzzy texture of the fabric inside.

"Wait," she panted, nudging him. "What’s in the bag, Liam?"

Liam stopped, the reminder making a slow grin spread across his face. "That reminds me."

He sat up, reaching for the bag.

He stood Kelly up, guiding her to the center of the room.

He reached into it and pulled out the outfit, shaking it out so she could see it clearly.

It was a cow-print costume.

The fabric was white with irregular black blotches, made of a stretchy, spandex-like material.

It wasn’t a full jumpsuit, though. It was a tiny, high-cut leotard that featured a completely open chest area—only thin straps ran down the sides to hold the bottom half up.

But the real detail was the bottom.

The crotch had been completely cut out, leaving nothing but the black-and-white print framing her most private areas.

It came with a headband featuring two small ears and a pair of tiny horns, plus a collar with a small gold bell.

Kelly stared at it, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Liam... what is this?"

"Your new uniform," Liam said, his eyes scanning her body. "Put it on."

"It’s embarrassing," she whispered, though she reached out to touch the soft fabric. "It’s so... tiny. And there’s no front to the top?"

"You don’t have to be embarrassed," Liam said, stepping closer.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I brought it because I knew you’d look sexy as hell in it. I want to see you in it, Kelly. Please."

She bit her lip, looking from the costume to Liam’s dark, hungry eyes. Finally, she took the outfit and headed toward the bedroom.

Liam didn’t waste time.

He stripped off his own clothes, tossing his shirt and jeans onto the rug.

He sat back on the couch, naked, his legs spread wide.

His dick was already ramrod straight, a thick vein pulsing along the length of it as it pointed toward his stomach.

’She’s going to look incredible,’ he thought, his hand idly brushing the head of his cock.

A minute later, the tinkling of a small bell on her neck announced her coming back from the bedroom.

Kelly stepped out, and Liam’s breath hitched.

The costume was even better than he imagined.

The black-and-white print popped against her pale skin.

The high-cut sides of the leotard made her hips look incredibly wide and her waist tiny.

The bell around her neck gave a soft tinkle with every step she took.

Since the top was completely open, her large breasts swung freely, the heavy mounds bouncing as she walked.

The cut-out in the panties revealed her shaved, glistening pink slit, which was already damp with arousal.

She stopped a few feet away, her hands hovering nervously at her sides. The cow ears sat perched in her dark hair.

"I feel so stupid," she muttered, her cheeks flaming. "It’s so slutty."

"You look sexy as hell," Liam countered, his voice dropping an octave. He gestured down to his lap. "Just look at what you’re doing to me."

His dick twitched, the purple head glistening under the lamp light. It looked huge against his thighs.

Kelly’s eyes dropped to his crotch, and she swallowed hard. Her gaze lingered on the thick shaft, watching it pulse.

"Come here," Liam commanded softly. "Get on your knees. I want you to use those beautiful tits of yours to make me happy."

Kelly hesitated for a heartbeat, then slowly sank to the floor.

She crawled toward the bed, the little bell on her collar ringing.

She reached his knees and looked up at him, her eyes wide and shy.

She leaned forward, pressing her heavy, bare breasts against his thighs.

Liam groaned, his hands reaching out to grip her shoulders.

She didn’t just shove him in.

She was deliberate.

She reached out with her hands, gathering her large breasts together, pressing them tight until there was a deep, warm valley of flesh between them.

She leaned forward and guided his dick into that cleavage. The heat was immediate. Liam’s head hit the headboard as he felt the soft, slick skin of her tits wrap around his entire length.

"Yeah," he gasped. "Just like that."

Kelly started to move.

She didn’t rush.

She gripped her own breasts, squeezing them together so hard that his dick was completely trapped, disappeared in the pale, soft flesh. She began to slide her body up and down.

*Slap. Slap. Slap*

The sound of his wet skin hitting her breasts filled the room. She moved with a slow, rhythmic grace, her eyes locked on his face.

She watched the way his jaw tightened and his eyes closed.

’God, she’s so soft,’ Liam thought. ’It’s like being wrapped in silk.’

Kelly picked up the pace.

She started moving her torso in a circular motion, making sure the head of his cock rubbed against the underside of her chin before sliding back down into the deep crease of her chest.

She used her hands to massage her tits around him, milking the length of his shaft with the weight of her breasts.

The friction was perfect.

Liam could feel the heat radiating off her.

He reached down, his fingers digging into the tops of her breasts, helping her mash them together. He started thrusting his hips upward, meeting her downward slides.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered, her voice breathy and thick.

"It feels... incredible," Liam managed to choke out.

She started moving faster.

Her breasts swayed wildly, the black-and-white fabric of the costume stretching as she worked.

He could see her hard, pink nipples poking out from the sides of her hands, bouncing with every movement.

The sensation of her soft skin against his sensitive head was driving him over the edge.

Every time he pushed up, he felt the heavy weight of her tits pushing back down. It was a tight, wet, warm vice.

He watched her, the cow ears bobbing on her head, her face flushed with effort and pleasure. She looked so wrong and so right in the tiny, open costume.

"Faster," Liam growled, his hands moving to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Kelly obeyed.

She hiked herself up on her knees, putting more weight into the movement.

She was practically vibrating against him now, the wet sounds of the friction getting louder and louder.

Her breasts were coated in his pre-cum, making the slide even smoother, even more intense.

Liam’s hips began to jerk involuntarily.

The pressure in his groin was building into a tight, white-hot knot.

"Kelly—I’m close—"

She didn’t stop.

She squeezed her breasts together even tighter, her knuckles turning white as she trapped him in the center.

She lunged forward, sliding her chest all the way to the base of his dick, then pulling back until just the head was peeking out from her cleavage, before slamming back down.

The rhythmic friction was too much.

"Fuck—right there—don’t stop—"

Liam’s back arched off the couch.

He gripped her hair and pulled her chest tight against him. He gave one last, powerful thrust upward, his body shaking.

He came hard.

Hot spurts of cum shot out, splashing across her chest and neck.

Kelly didn’t pull away; she kept moving, sliding her breasts through the mess, coating herself in him as she milked out the very last drops.

She slowed down gradually, her breathing ragged. She stayed there for a moment, her chest heaving, his dick still tucked between her messy, glistening breasts.

She looked up at him, a stray strand of hair sticking to her damp forehead, the little bell on her neck finally falling silent.

"Better?" she asked with a shy, triumphant smile.

Liam leaned back, completely spent. "Much better."