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  Suckling on my Little Princess – The Complete Collection

  By Amber Raine

  Published by Amber Raine, 2014

  Copyright © 2014 Amber Raine

  About These Books

  Book 1 - My eighteen year-old step-daughter Sandi has only gone and gotten herself knocked up by some stupid kid at her school. I tell her that I’m angry because she had her whole life ahead of her, but to tell the truth, I’m jealous.

  Ever since she came of age, I’ve had my eye on that tight young body of hers, those luscious tits.

  Now, she’s eight months pregnant and it’s harder than ever to keep my eyes off her. I’m in love with her big round belly, and her heavy milk-filled tits. I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t help myself.

  When Sandi comes to me to complain about how uncomfortable all that milk is weighing her down, I do what any thoughtful Daddy would – offer to help her relieve her discomfort.

  Before long my mouth is suckling at her big creamy breasts – but I can’t just stop there….can I?

  Book 2 – Sandi’s baby is now almost a year old, and she’s ready to stop breastfeeding him. Ever since the first time that I tasted her sweet, creamy milk, I haven’t been able to get enough. Every chance I get, I just have to have a taste.

  But now that the baby doesn’t need the milk anymore, it’s going to dry up! I just can’t bear the thought of it, so there’s only one thing I can do…put another baby in my sweet, sexy little step-daughter! That’ll make sure there’s always some milk for Sandi to share with her Daddy…

  This story features a sexy nursing step-daughter, her thirst step-dad, hot sex, and a HOT impregnating creampie finish!

  Book 3 - Sandi’s second baby is on the way, and after a few frustrating months of no milk, she’s finally producing again! I just can’t wait to wrap my lips around her luscious swollen breasts and drink my fill – but there’s a problem.

  Sandi has met a guy who is willing to be with her, to help her raise the two kids, and to support her. He’s a good man who makes her happy, but I had thought this would be my job. However, I love my little princess and I don’t want to stand in the way of her happiness.

  Before she leaves, there’s the chance for me to taste her sweet milk one last time…and I plan to make the most of it, for old time’s sake.

  Table Of Contents

  Book 1 – Suckling on my Little Princess

  Book 2 – Suckling on my Little Princess…Again!

  Book 3 – Suckling on my Little Princess…One Last Time

  Book 1 – Suckling on my Little Princess

  “It hurts, Daddy! It hurts so much! Isn’t there anything you can do?”

  I looked up from my newspaper to see Sandi, my step-daughter, standing in front of me with a pained expression on her cute little elfin face. Her huge tits and swollen belly strained against the thin fabric of her tank-top, at odds with her otherwise-slight frame.

  I tried not to stare at the baby-bump, at those luscious big round breasts, but it was a struggle, let me tell you. Some guys say that they find women less attractive when they’re pregnant, but not me. There’s just something about the accentuation of all the womanly attributes that does it for me. The enlarged breasts, the rounded curves, the glow of femininity that pregnant women just exude unknowingly.

  I put my newspaper down and raised an eyebrow at Sandi, trying my best to play the role of disapproving father.

  “I don’t know what you expect me to do about it, Sandi. You should’ve thought about all this before you let yourself get knocked up by that spotty kid at school.”

  About eight months previously, Sandi had come to her mother and I in tears, saying that she’d missed her period and thought she might be pregnant. After a little bit of coaxing, she’d revealed that she’d had sex with a boy in her class, who’d dumped her like a hot stone as soon as she even mentioned the possibility that she might be pregnant.

  At the time, I’d been angry with her. I pretended that it was because I was disappointed, that she’d thrown away a promising future – but that wasn’t the truth, not all of it anyway.

  No, the truth was that I was jealous of that kid. Jealous that he’d been the one to take my little princess’ virginity. Ever since she came of age I haven’t been able to help myself when it comes to Sandi. I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t deny my desires. She was young and flawless, with a tight body and amazing big breasts, just like a younger version of her mother.

  Now that she was pregnant, it got even harder to stop myself from staring, from imagining just what Sandi would look like with those heavy tits exposed, hanging free, full of her warm creamy milk.

  I’m pretty sure that Sandi has always known how I feel about her, ever since she became old enough to realize that she was good-looking and desirable to men. She can be quite a tease when she wants to be, and especially when her mother’s not around.

  As it happened, Sandi and I were alone in the house that day.

  She was still standing in front of me, pouting at my response.

  “Daddy, you’re so unkind. Here I am in all sorts of pain and you don’t even care.”

  Her green eyes sparkled as she said it, knowing that she was pushing my buttons, knowing that I couldn’t resist it when she wanted some attention and sympathy from me.

  Her arms were folded underneath her breasts, resting on the swell of her belly. She saw my eyes flicker over her body, and I could have sworn that a knowing look entered her mischievous eyes.

  She made an exaggerated expression of pain, her cute features crumpling in an irresistible way, and her hands went to her breasts.

  “Daddy, look.”

  She took a step toward me, and her hands started to massage her tits, slowly, gently.

  “When I do this, it helps a little. Do you think it’ll be OK if I do this? It is allowed, isn’t it?”

  I adjusted the way I was sitting, folding one leg over the other, all too aware that my cock was stirring in my pants unbidden at the sight of my little girl fondling her tits like that.

  “Uh…whatever you think helps you, petal.”

  I couldn’t help but blush. Just what had gotten into Sandi today? She liked to tease, but she’d never been this forward before…

  She took another step.

  “Oh yeah, it does help Daddy. It helps a lot…but…”

  Her voice trailed off, and she looked forlorn.

  “What is it, Sandi?”

  She bit her lip and looked me right in the eye, an action that was so overtly sexual my already stiff cock jumped to attention, straining against the fabric of my pants. I crossed my legs tighter.

  “Well, just now Daddy, you said that you don’t know what I expect you to do about it, right?”

  I nodded, not trusting my voice, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

  “It’s just that…I know something that you could do to help me.”

  She was right in front of me now, her hands still massaging her heavy tits, and the motion of her fingers was tugging the fabric of her top down just a little, exposing a little of the unblemished pale skin of her tits. It was only then that I realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could clearly see her puffy, engorged nipples through the thin fabric of her top. I swallowed, and my heart began to thump faster in my chest.

  “Could you….could you help me, Daddy? Pleeeease?”

  She was practically on top of me, looking down at me with those sparkling g
reen eyes, full of knowing.

  I took a deep breath, and checked the time by the clock up on the wall. My wife wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours, so there was no risk of us being caught. And besides, all I was doing was helping my little girl relieve some discomfort. Where was the harm in that?

  “Alright then, sweetie. Daddy will help you. What do you need me to do?”

  My voice caught in my throat, thick with lust, with need for her. Sandi’s face lit up in happiness as she heard my words.

  “Oh, I knew you’d help me, Daddy. Can you just do this for me? Massaging them seems to help, but I just know it’ll feel better if someone else is doing it for me.”

  Without waiting for my answer, she hopped into my lap, forcing my legs uncrossed to make herself more comfortable. My protests died in my throat as her eyes widened to feel my throbbing hard cock pressing against her.

  “Oh my, Daddy! I didn’t realise that I was having such an effect on you!”

  She winked at me.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t tell if you don’t. It can be our little secret. OK?”

  I just nodded, unable to even find words. Her body was soft against mine, and she was pressing herself against my rock-hard erection as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

  She took my hand and pulled it up to her tits, rubbing them softly with my fingers.

  “Just like this, Daddy.”

  She let her hand fall casually, and it just happened to land on the straining bulge of my cock. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then focused and started to massage her big, round tits, just as she had showed me how to do.

  Her skin was so soft and supple, and her breasts were heavy, full of their creamy contents. Sandi sighed in contentment as I rubbed her, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as I delivered her relief. And maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I could feel her hand moving, ever so slightly, on my cock too.

  “Mmmmm, that feels wonderful, Daddy. It’s so much better when you do it.”

  I smiled, glad that I could make her feel better. One of my fingertips accidentally brushed against a nipple, through the fabric of her top, and her eyes opened and she gasped.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she murmured. “Do that again, would you?”

  I felt as if we were crossing some sort of threshold, that once I did this for her, we could never go back. But now, her hand was definitely caressing me through my jeans, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through me. She had me, and she knew it. I couldn’t stop now. I wouldn’t stop.

  I reached up and slipped the strap of her top from her shoulder, letting it fall down. Her tits were now fully exposed to me, hanging heavy and swollen from her chest. Her puffy nipples were big and pink and swollen. Sandi’s eyes were closed again, her face flushed and her soft lips just slightly parted.

  With the fingers of both hands I started to caress her nipples, causing her to moan in delight and arch her back, grinding herself down against my eager cock. It was my turn to sigh in delight as I watched her rapturous expression, so relieved, so sensual.

  I ran my fingers in light circles around the edges of her nipples, and her flesh came up in little goosebumps. In response, she ground herself down again, rubbing against my shaft, harder this time, more insistent.

  It was all I could do to stop myself from unzipping my pants and letting my cock free.

  I took each of her nipples between my fingers and rolled them, ever so gently, massaging and caressing and teasing. Sandi let out a little whimper of relief, and my eyes widened to see a small, pearly-white drop of milk ooze from her, pooling at the crown of her nipple and then rolling down the curve of her breast.

  “Yes, that’s it Daddy! That feels so good, do it again!”

  Her breasts were so full of her milk that they ached, that the slightest touch from me caused it to drip out, drop by creamy drop. I continued to massage her, and now her milk flowed more freely, coursing down the perfect globes of her breasts in lazy rivulets.

  She groaned in delight as the pressure was relieved just slightly, so I didn’t stop. It was slow going though – each touch brought only a slight amount. Her breasts were so large, so heavy, and she had so much more milk to give. If I continued like this, it would take so long to give my baby the relief she so desperately craved.

  “Sweetie,” I said. “If I do it like this, it’s going to take so long to get rid of your pain. But Daddy has a better idea. What do you say?”

  She opened eyes heavy with lust, with need, with desire.

  “Whatever you think is best Daddy,” she moaned.

  I placed my hands gently on her hips, taking care to be delicate with her, and turned her around so that she faced me. Her big belly was between us now, her legs wrapped around my waist, her pussy directly pressing against my throbbing cock. And her breasts, with their creamy load, were right at my eye-level, just begging to be sucked.

  I cast aside the last of my inhibitions and doubt and leaned forward, taking one of her leaking nipples into my mouth. Immediately her warm milk filled my mouth, coursing out from her in an eager stream.

  I sucked gently while my hands at her lower back guided her hips, urging her to grind herself against me once more. She moved under my administrations, mewling and moaning in pleasure as I drank from her. She tasted so good; I couldn’t get enough. Again and again I swallowed down the milk that she gave me, warm and silky and nourishing. My heart was racing at the delicious naughtiness of it; the forbidden thing that we were doing.

  After a while the flow of milk from the first nipple began to slow, and I moved my lips to the other, still thirsty, still craving more of her. I drank her down in great thirsty gulps, each swallow increasing my desire for her, each mouthful making my cock throb with desire and need.

  Before I finished all of her milk, I stopped for a moment. Her eyes flew open and she stared at me.

  “Daddy, you’re not finished yet! There’s still more for you to drink.”

  I smiled at her.

  “I know, sweetheart. But first, I need you to do something for me. Can you do that?”

  She bit her lip and nodded. Milk oozed from her tits, and the sight of it was driving me wild. I shifted her back a little in my lap, and she looked down. My cock was huge and hard in my pants, pressing against the fabric.

  “Just like you needed some relief, Daddy does too. Do you think you can help me out, just like I did for you?”

  She looked a little unsure for a moment, but quickly nodded.

  “Of course, Daddy. Anything for you. What do you want me to do?”

  Her voice was soft, knowing.

  “You can start by unzipping my pants. They’re a little uncomfortable right now.”

  She fumbled with my zipper for a few moments, eventually succeeding in getting it undone. My cock burst free, still covered by my boxer shorts. Sandi’s eyes widened as she saw it.

  “Daddy, it’s so big,” she gasped. “Bigger than I’ve ever seen before.”

  She looked overawed, unsure what to do.

  “Don’t worry,” I crooned. “Daddy will show you what to do.”

  Holding her steady in my lap, I instructed her to unbutton my boxers, and she did. Finally my cock was free of its constraints, standing big and hard and proud. The tip was purple and engorged, swollen with my desire for her.

  “Take it in your hands, sweetie. Stroke it for Daddy, slowly and gently.”

  She did as she was told, spitting on her hands for lubrication. I sat back in the armchair and groaned as she began to massage and fondle my cock.

  “That’s it….that’s a good girl.”

  Her hands were soft and gentle, and seemed so small on my throbbing shaft. She gripped my length with the both of her hands, her arms resting on the swollen bump of her pregnant belly as she masturbated me. At first she was shy and tentative, but she soon warmed to her task, picking up speed and becoming more confident.

  It felt so good to have my little princess with
her hands on my cock, and it was all I could do to stop myself from exploding too quickly, spurting my hot cum all over her hands. I groaned and sighed as her hands moved faster and faster, expertly sliding up and down the slick length of my manhood.

  “Am I doing good, Daddy?” she asked, looking at me with shy, hopeful eyes, eager for praise.

  “Ohhh yes, baby, so good,” I moaned. “So good. You’re a very good girl.”

  Without me asking, she then slipped off my lap and came to kneel in front of me, looking up at me with her wide green eyes.

  “You helped me with your mouth, Daddy,” she breathed. “So I think I should do the same for you, shouldn’t I?”

  I could only nod in response. She dipped her head down and took my tip into her mouth, lapping up the bead of white pre-cum that had oozed from me.

  “Mmmmmm,” she said appreciatively, and then pushed her head down lower. I could feel the soft flesh of her tits pressing against my legs as she started to suck me, forcing her head down further and further each time, taking more and more of my length into her mouth and down her throat.

  I gripped the arms of the chair, my knuckles white with tension. It felt so fucking good to have her soft wet lips wrapped around my cock, to watch her suck and lick and swallow. I was getting dangerously close to the point of no return, but I didn’t want to finish yet. I wanted to finish inside her, to give her a creamy load of my own in return for what she had given me.

  I gently put my hand on her head and guided it upwards, off of my cock. It stood huge and hard, covered in her saliva, glistening and throbbing. I stood up and helped her up, guiding her hands so that they rested on the chair. I went and stood behind her, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her. Her belly and breasts were so big and swollen, her tits hanging down, dangling with the weight of the leftover milk.

  I tugged down her pants eagerly, and my breath caught in my throat to see her cunt glistening wet, just ready and eager for me to thrust into her. She looked over my shoulder, her face reddening.