The Surrogate Slave
I floated on my back for a bit, feeling the weird fabric of my bikini top against my boobs. It was this lime green string bikini thing, but the triangles over my huge tits had these perfect little cut-outs, just circles for my nipples to poke through. The Hawthorns were fucking obsessed with my nipples. Said they were “sacred vessels” or some shit. Needed “unobstructed airflow” to preserve their perfect shape for the baby. Bullshit. They just liked looking at them. I mean, fuck, they’re just nipples. But the money was insane as their surrogate, so I got used to wearing these stupid fucking tops with holes in them. Every day. Even by the pool.
Anyway. I’d just fed the baby, my tits were emptied out, and the Hawthorns were gone for the day. The nanny was inside. I was alone. Totally alone. I should have been relaxed. But something was off. The water lapping against my skin, the way my bikini bottom rode up… my nipples were straining through those holes, like little penises fucking the fabric. They were getting so fucking sensitive, the kind of sensitive that goes straight to your cunt.
I swam to the side of the pool, my arms feeling heavy. I needed a minute. I grabbed the rough concrete edge, hoisting myself up a little to just hang there, my tits half in the water. Then, my left nipple grazed the side.
Fuck.
A sharp, electric jolt shot from my nipple right down to my pussy. It was pure, hot fucking pleasure. And a thin, white stream of milk leaked out, mixing with the chlorinated water in a little cloudy swirl. My heart hammered. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like that.
I did it again. On purpose. I pressed my nipple against the rough edge, dragging it slowly. Oh, fuck. More milk came out, this time in a quicker dribble. The sensation was insane. It was like my nipple was directly wired to my clit. Every little scrape sent a pulse of heat right to my swollen pussy lips. I could feel myself getting hornier and hornier.
God, I need to touch myself.
I looked around. No one. Just the big, empty house. The silent garden. Fuck it.
I let go of the side with one hand and brought it down between my legs, under the water. My fingers slid right under the floss fabric of my bikini bottom. My pussy was so fucking wet. Drenched. My fingers slid through my slick folds, finding my clit already hard and puffy. I pressed a finger against it and my whole body jerked. Holy shit. I started rubbing, slow circles, my head falling back against the pool edge.
My other hand went to my tit. I cupped my breast, feeling the massive heavy weight of it, and brought my thumb to my nipple. It was tight and dark and erect. I pinched it. Milk sprayed out, a little arc hitting the water. The pleasure was so intense it made my vision blur. I fucked my thumb against my nipple, rubbing the hard little bud, and more milk dribbled out, soaking the front of my bikini top, making the fabric stick to my skin.
I was fucking myself with two fingers now, pushing them into my cunt. It felt so good, the tight stretch, the hot wetness. I could feel my pussy gripping them, wanting more. I curled my fingers, searching for that spongy spot inside. There. I pressed against it and my legs trembled. My breathing got all fucked up, coming in short, sharp gasps. I rubbed my clit faster, my hips bucking against my own hand. My other nipple was leaking too, dripping milk more milk in the water.
I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum right here.
I was losing it. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I pushed three fingers into my cunt now, stretching myself wide, fucking myself hard and fast. The water sloshed around me. My thumb was a blur on my clit. I pinched my nipple so hard it almost hurt, and a thick gush of milk poured out.
That was it. The pressure in my belly snapped.
My back arched, my mouth open in a silent scream. My cunt clenched around my fingers, pulsing, throbbing. And then it happened—a hot gush of fluid erupted from me, seeping out into the pool water. It wasn’t a little cum. It was a fucking thick cream fluid mixing with the chlorinated blue, making a faint cloud around my hips. I kept squirting, my body shaking, wave after wave of it leaving me, my pussy spasming uncontrollably. It felt like I was pissing pleasure, just emptying everything out. It went on and on, until I was weak, slumped against the side, breathing like I’d run a mile.
The water around my lower half looked different. Murkier. I was a mess. I pulled my trembling fingers out of my cunt, staring at them under the water. They were pruny. I just floated there, feeling spent and stupid and incredible.
What the fuck was that?
