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  The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader

  Volume Six

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  The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This is a fictional work that contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

  All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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  The Devil’s Wife

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  Experimental

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  For A Slave

  Gretchen’s Twins

  Good Boy Sub

  Happy Hucows, Inc.

  Heather’s Story

  His and Hers Affairs

  His Wife’s Rich Milk

  I Love Your Wife

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  The Invisible College of Magic

  Jillian’s Contract

  Kassie’s Service

  The Keyholder

  The King’s Right

  Lactation Control

  Lactation for Two

  Lessons with Mrs. Tavorski

  The Let Down Reflex

  Like Candy on the Tongue

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  Ménage á Milk

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  Milk & Chastity

  Milk Addict

  Milk Bar

  Milk for Free

  The Milk Lovers

  Milk for Sale

  Milk for the Prince

  The Milk Producers Collective

  The Milk Thief

  The Milkmaid of Human Kindness

  Milke & Cookie

  Milking the O’Malleys

  Milking on the Farm

  Milking Polly

  A Milky Education

  Misanthrope – First Summer

  Ms. Menolly Mlkvy’s Milk

  My Submissive Pair

  Never Too Many Pregos

  Odette Odalisque

  The Palace

  Pain and Lactation

  Pain Makes You Beautiful

  Penny’s Secret Life

  Petranella’s Lactation Control

  Preg Party

  The Prince’s Whores

  The Red Collar

  Rhette is Red

  Rosemilk

  Selling Myself

  Sharing Her with Him

  A Slave Auction

  Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others

  Submissive Milking

  Sugarman’s Milk

  Summer Collar

  Sweet Susan

  Swinging Ring

  Taking Gwendolyn

  The Tamed Bull

  Tania’s Transformation

  Thrall of the Succubus

  Too Intimate Sibs

  The Troll’s Trollop

  True Cow Girl

  Trust

  Upon the Nipples of Julia’s Breasts

  Using Naomi

  Victor’s Chastity

  A Virgin Sacrifice

  The White Queen and Her Enchanted Milk

  Willing to Milk

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  Without Your Wife

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  Milking on the Farm

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  Rosemilk

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  Alien Milk Fiend

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  The Centaur and the Goddess

  Centaur’s Conquest

  Demonbred

  The Exo Breeder

  Felicia on Film

  Feymina

  Forward Cowgirl

  His Acquiescence

  In The Harem

  A Lady’s Slave

  Laying with the Sea God

  The Minotaur Breeders

  Mother’s Milk

  My Wife, My Slave

  Porcelain Milk

  Proper Service

  Rowan

  Sex Spawn

  Stepmom’s Boyfriend

  Taken by the Dragon

  Tania’s Transformation

  Tart

  The Unicorn Curse

  Veroneeka’s Time

  Wife Swap Wife

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  Petranella’s Lactation Control

  Using Naomi

  The Palace

  A Milky Education

  Faithless Milk

  Sharing Her With Him

  Rhette is Red

  Ida’s Milk

  The Sex Wizard

  Spilt Milk

  Steel Restraint

  Petranella’s Lactation Control

  Petranella has a minor laboratory accident that sets her on a path she hadn’t expected. Maybe it was the accident that kicked her sex drive into high gear, or maybe it wasn’t, but she suddenly finds herself attracted to anyone and everyone, and she starts receiving way too much attention from everyone as well.

  That would have been fine, but she finds her breasts staring to grow, to need more attention, and to start to give milk…

  Chapter One

  Petranella cursed as the liquid spilled across the back of her hand. The nitrile gloves she wore should have protected her, but they only covered up to her wrists. The chemical mixture spilled all the way up to her forearm.

  It didn’t burn, but she could feel the warmth of the liquid. She immediately dropped everything she was doing and rushed to the emergency wash station. Pulling the handle, gallons of water rushed out and swept away the offending chemical. She knew it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous, but she only had Ron’s word to go on that. She was doing the tests for him as a favor, and though he was largely trustworthy for a supervisor, he was also known for pushing the limits of acceptable risk.

  “I’m going home early,” she told her coworkers after the emergency was over. They had rushed over and assist
ed her, but it wasn’t much of an emergency in the end. It was still good enough for an early end to the workday.

  “How was your day, hon?” Ben asked when she walked through the door. Of course he was home. It wasn’t like he was a slacker and didn’t work. Ben had a nine to five that was banker regular. She was the one with the job with the weird hours. Petranella had no reason to complain; Ben was a wonderful husband doing more than his fair share around the house and everywhere else, but it still hurt to see him lounging on the couch playing a video game. Even if the house was clean. Even if dinner was in the oven. Even if she loved him.

  “Shitty. I’m home early. I dumped a beaker of…hell, you don’t want to hear about a long string of organic compounds, do you?”

  “Dinner’s almost ready,” he said in response, pausing the game.

  She nodded and dropped down on the couch next to him, staring at the frozen image on the television. That’s when Ben saw the bright red mark on her forearm.

  “Jesus! What happened to you?” He sat bolt upright, suddenly understanding what she had said.

  “It’s nothing,” she said. “Not even a burn. Just some discoloration.”

  He frowned doubtfully at the mark but deferred to her expertise. “Did you have someone look at it?”

  “Yes, the lab nurse cleared me. I’m fine but if it swells or itches or anything out of the normal happens, I’m to go to my local emergency services location immediately.”

  It was an almost normal evening after that. Dinner, some chores, relaxation, showers, and bed.

  When they got into bed was when Petranella felt it. Maybe it was when she had been showering. It was her habit to sleep in one of Ben’s over-large t-shirts and panties. She had dug into her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of panties that were covered in tiger stripes, what little material there was to show tiger stripes.

  Her sex panties.

  She only wore them when she wanted sex.

  She didn’t even wait for Ben to see them. As soon as he got into bed next to her, she threw a leg over his body and rolled on top of him.

  “What’s got you in the mood?” he asked as she sat up and pulled the large blue t-shirt with a logo from a long-forgotten sci-fi movie on it up over her head, exposing her breasts.

  “Can’t a girl want to get laid just because?” she asked, running her hands over her breasts. They weren’t very large, but Ben claimed B cups were the perfect size, neither too big nor too small.

  “Sure,” he agreed, resting his hands on her thighs and watching her lightly twist her nipples. Her crotch was positioned right over his. He could feel the heat of her pussy and she could feel this hardness of his cock through his thin pajama pants. “But who says you’re getting laid tonight?”

  She laughed at him, wiggling her hips a bit, feeling his cock pressing against her thickening labia, enjoying how it felt. “I do. You don’t have any say in the matter.”

  “I don’t?”

  Petranella had been looking down at her tits, watching what her fingers were doing to her nipples. Normally they were small and very light brown, but now they had swollen up and had taken on a darker cast. It felt good when she squeezed and rolled them. She wanted them played with a little more and so she leaned forward, offering her small breasts to her husband’s mouth.

  “You don’t. I’m getting laid tonight and you’re going to provide all the necessary services.”

  Ben was willing. He took one nipple into his mouth and gently sucked, getting the bit of delicate flesh between his teeth. Petranella inhaled sharply when he found her other nipple with his fingers and pinched it hard enough to make her thighs quiver.

  “God yes, do that,” she encouraged him.

  He sat up, pulling her up with him, while keeping his mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the other. Her legs went around his body as he wiggled his way out of the pajama bottoms he wore.

  “I want to fuck you,” he said around her nipple as it swelled in his mouth.

  “Just my tits,” she mumbled, only half aware of what he was doing.

  Ben ignored her and picked her body up enough to get his cock out and situated between her legs. Her tiger striped panties prevented easy penetration, but that didn’t stop Ben. With a touch of effort he lifted her up a little higher and pushed aside the thin piece of silk that was preventing him from penetrating his wife. He was good and hard, which wasn’t unusual, but Ben was surprised at how eager he was to have sex with Petranella—she was beautiful and willing and he loved her, of course, but usually it took him a little more effort to get hard.

  He lowered her lithe body down on his cock, even as he continued to suck on her nipple. He slid easily into her. Her pussy was a swamp of desire. They fitted together perfectly and once inside he inhaled deeply through his nose, luxuriating in how good it felt to have their bodies joined together.

  “Harder,” she told him, which confused Ben because he hadn’t thrusted once yet and with her sitting on his lap she was in control of their joining, he was literally just there for the ride.

  Pulling back from her breast he asked, “Harder what?”

  “Suck on me harder,” she told him with some frustration. “Pinch my nipple harder!”

  It wasn’t that his wife was averse to having her tits played with, it was just that she had never encouraged him like that before. “Sure, Ella, tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  She nodded eagerly, a feral look on her face. He switched between her breasts, sucking on the one he had been pinching and vice versa. When she made a low, satisfied noise in the back of her throat, he knew he was onto something.

  “Feels fucking good,” she said to him between clenched teeth.

  He smiled around the fullness of her breast, please he was making her happy. He moved his hips a little and she got the hint. A moment later she started grinding her hips, riding his cock.

  “More,” she told him. “More.”

  He kept sucking and pinching while she slowly humped him. Her pleasure wasn’t coming from her pussy, but from his attention focused on her tits. This wasn’t something they had done before, but it wasn’t all that strange either. Ben figured if his wife wanted to fuck like this, he was happy to accommodate her.

  Sex with Petranella was always good and this time was no exception. Ben held back as long as possible, but the way she was riding him, the moans she was making, and her insistence on holding his head against her chest where he had to suck on her nipples was all too much. He wanted to make her cum first, not only was it polite, in his opinion, but he knew that once he came, he was done and his wife deserved as much sexual fulfillment in her life as possible. It was one of her few released.

  But this night he couldn’t last. All too soon he felt himself on the brink and then her moans and her body pushed him over the edge.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he gasped after he came. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

  “Shh, shh,” she vocalized to him. “It’s fine. It’s good. It’s what I wanted.”

  She stayed on top of him, straddling his body, exchanging kisses, holding him close, until he drifted off to sleep. That was the one real problem with Ben. He was a good lover, but almost immediately after he came, he’d fall asleep. It wasn’t so bad.

  After a minute he was snoring lightly and his cock shriveled up and slipped out of her pussy. She waited a little longer, and then carefully threw her leg over him, cautiously slipping out of the bed. Padding lightly to the bathroom, she sat on the toilet and cleaned up with a washcloth, tossing it into the hamper when she was done.

  Sex with Ben was good, but she hadn’t cum. Petranella liked cumming. For years in high school and college she had thought that sex was just okay but then, her first boyfriend out of college and taught her that sex wasn’t just nice, but with the proper attention to her needs, she could climax so hard that she wanted to pass out. Ever since the sex had been great.

  But tonight she was disappointed. She had wanted to cu
m, but it didn’t happen. She didn’t blame Ben, though she could have. She had been overly aggressive and overeager. It had been too fast for her husband.

  Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, she took quick stock of herself. Sex hair, too pale skin, slightly overly curved tummy, and breasts that her husband claimed to love but she thought were too small. Tonight they looked bigger than usual. She thought about where she was in her cycle and the swelling was early, but it seemed much larger than normal. Or maybe they were just sore because of the attention she had demanded from Ben.

  It seemed to her that her nipples wanted more. They were standing up proudly and she wasn’t cold, just aroused. Without thinking about it, her hands went to her breasts and she found herself playing with her nipples. It felt good and she didn’t want to stop.

  Not that Petranella was morally against masturbation of any sort, she just didn’t do a lot of it. Thinking back, she was certain that most of her masturbation had been in front of a partner or on the phone when she was doing a long-distance relationship. Rarely had she done it entirely for herself.

  This night was different. It felt like her tits were on fire, but a pleasant warming fire. A fire that needed to be stoked. She stared at herself in the mirror and continued to twist and pull her nipples. It felt really good. Cumming from nipple play alone wasn’t something that worked for Petranella, but that wasn’t a reason to stop. Backing up a bit, she pressed her back against the wall and let go of her right breast so that she could play with her pussy.

  Her eyes closed and she focused on her body. It would have been easier is she was laying down, but that was too much effort. She needed to cum and she’d do it standing.

  As much as she liked what her fingers were doing to her clit, it was actually more of a distraction. She pulled her hand from between her legs and focused on her nipples. A quick glance down showed that maybe they had enflamed to twice their normal size. They didn’t hurt. The more she played with them the better they felt.

  Slowly she slid her back down the cool tile until her bare ass was resting on the floor. She couldn’t see herself in the mirror any longer, but she didn’t need to stare into her face. Closing her eyes made it easier to cum. She was used to cumming with Ben’s hand or cock in her pussy, but just playing with her nipples now was fine. It was perfect. Exactly what she needed.