As I stepped in, she heard my footsteps.
Panic flooded her face.
In that hurry, whatever was inside the suction at that moment fell.
Spilled.
She immediately dropped her dress down. Covering those huge tits. Then threw the apron back on and turned to face me.
"Young ma... mas... master!"
Her voice was broken. Trembling. "I am sorry for disturbing you!"
I smiled. "Nah, it's not your problem."
I waved my hand dismissively. "It was me who walked in on you and scared you off."
She didn't know what to say next. Her mouth opened and closed. Searching for words that wouldn't come.
But then she noticed. I was walking toward her.
The panic intensified.
"I'm hungry." I said Simple. Direct.
"I... I will prepare a meal for you then, young master!"
She tried to move past me. Toward the stove.
"No."
I blocked her path.
"I can't wait."
Confusion replaced the panic. She didn't understand.
Then I dropped to my knees.
Right in front of her.
"Look."
I pointed at her clothes. Specifically, at the region between her legs.
"You just spilled the food."
Her maid uniform was soaked. Right at her vagina region. The breast milk she had spilled in her panic had run down and pooled there.
"Respect the food, Angelica."
Before she could process what I meant, I brought my tongue out.
Reached forward.
And started licking.
SLRRP.
She couldn't move backward. Her back had already hit the wall.
And I wasn't letting her escape anyway.
I was tasting heaven.
The breast milk. Mixed with the faint, musky smell of her pussy beneath the fabric. Sweet and salty. Warm and intoxicating.
I could feel her hands on my head now. Gently trying to push me away. But without any real force.
"Master... please don't do this..."
Her voice was weak. Breathless.
"It's too wrong..."
"Mmmnh..."
She moaned despite herself. I was licking too fast. Too eagerly.
"Mmph... I don't want... slrrp... my food... slrrp... to be wasted." I spoke between licks. Barely coherent.
Then I went harder.
SLRRP. SLRRP. SLRRP.
From the bottom of her pussy region to the top. Long, thorough strokes of my tongue.
Until the taste of milk finally faded.
The whole region was a mess now. Wet with my saliva. The proper shape of her pussy was visible through the soaked fabric. Sticky. Outlined perfectly.
I was about to stand up.
To think of some plan. Some way to lure her further. To convince her to let me do what I truly wanted.
But before I could—
DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
More milk fell from above.
Landing right around my mouth. And her pussy.
I looked up.
Angelica was holding the glass bottle. Tilted. The remaining breast milk pouring out deliberately.
Her expression was a mixture of shame and something else.
Horniness.
"S-sorry, master..." Her voice was embarrassed. Barely a whisper.
"It just... fell from my hands..."
'Is she thinking I'm a fool?'
That was the worst excuse I had ever heard.
I had seen that bottle on the shelf before.
And the aim? Perfect. Landing exactly on the same spot. As if asking for more licking.
Her plan was so obvious it was almost insulting.
But I didn't mind. I knew one thing for certain now.
She needed this.
And as a good master, I had to obey her unspoken request.
'This kindness of mine. I'm going straight to heaven.'
I licked her continuously. For several minutes.
SLRRP. SLRRP. SLRRP.
The resistance was completely gone now. Replaced by wanting. By need.
Her hands weren't pushing me away anymore. They were pulling me closer. Pressing my face harder against her soaked uniform.
Finally, I stood up.
After gulping every last drop of soaked breast milk.
I looked at her apron. There were slight spots visible. Right where her nipples should be.
Milk was still leaking.
I reached around her. Found the leash tying the apron at her back.
Untied it.
The apron dropped to the floor.
Now I could see clearly. Her maid outfit had spots of milk peaking through the fabric. Spreading outward from her nipples.
I looked up at her face.
"Looks like there's more."
I started removing her outfit.
Unbuttoned it. Pulled it down her shoulders. Let it fall.
Beneath was a black bra. Barely containing her busty tits. The cups were wet. Saturated.
So sticky that if I squeezed them, they would surely fill the tummy of a child.
I hugged her.
Pressed my body against hers. Reached around to her back.
She looked baffled. Confused by this sudden embrace. Maybe wondering what was happening. What this absurdity meant.
But a part of her wanted it.
I could tell.
"Master... we should stop..."
Her voice was weak. Unconvincing even to herself.
"I will give the milk to you later..."
I didn't reply with words.
My hands did the replying.
SNAP.
The bra strap came undone.
I pulled the bra away. Stepped back to admire the view.
Two massive breasts. Heavy. Swollen with milk. Nipples erect and dripping.
She immediately covered them with her arms. Shame flooding her face.
Then she saw me approaching again.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Fear taking over.
But I didn't attack her breasts.
Instead, I grabbed her waist. Lifted her. Placed her onto the kitchen slab.
THUD.
Before she could react, I pulled her skirt.
She reached down to snatch it back, but I was faster.
RIIIIP.
The fabric came down forcefully. And along its way, it dragged her shoes and underwear with it.
Everything pooled on the floor.
Now she sat there.
Completely naked.
Except for the long black stockings that clung to her legs.
One hand flew to cover her tits. The other covered her pussy.
I leaned in.
Grabbed the unprotected nipple. The one her arm couldn't reach.
And put it in my mouth.
SLRRP.
First, I licked the sweet flavor that was already sticking there. The dried milk on her skin.
Then I started sucking.
SUCK. SUCK. SUCK.
Gulping everything that came out.
And trust me, this was a truly wonderful experience. Drinking raw milk straight from a raw MILF.
My first time ever tasting breast milk and that too directly from the source.
She tried to break free. Brought her hands up from her pussy to push at my head.
At that exact moment—
I plunged my fingers inside her pussy.
SQUELCH.
"AHHHHN!"
She moaned. Loud. Unrestrained.
I continued.
Sucking her nipple. Fingering her pussy. Working both simultaneously.
Until the pressure decreased. The amount of milk flowing became too low.
I pulled my fingers out.
They were dripping. Covered in her juices. So sticky it formed threads between my digits.
She was incredibly aroused.
I looked up at her face.
"If you enjoyed it..."
My voice was calm. Controlled.
"Tell me without shame that you need more."
Her eyes widened.
"Beg me for it. And I will give you a hundred times more pleasure than what you just experienced."
I raised my hand. Showed her the oath gesture.
"I promise in the name of the Astrea bloodline."
She processed my words. Face flushing red. Mind racing.
Then she did something unexpected.
SLAP. SLAP.
She slapped both her own cheeks. Hard. As if steeling her resolve.
"Master..."
Her voice was hesitant. Filled with shame.
"Please continue..."
She looked away. Couldn't meet my eyes.
"Play with my pussy... I really liked it there... very much..."
I smiled.
Reached down. Rubbed my hard cock through my pajamas.
"Now this buddy of mine will play with it."
I saw the horror dawn on her face.
As if she was already regretting her decision.