Adult Breastfeeding Compilation 6

I could make out muffled music from behind the door and an announcement halfway through. “….regional finals of the international poker championship.” The announcer was saying, an equally muffled cheer tits came up from the crowd. “more than sixty of our local champions will battle for a place in the National finals and remember folks. There is lactation no prize for second place!” another cheer. “And now, please welcome tonight’s competitors!” The doors swung open, the music and announcer instantly growing in volume and clarity, the queue started to move forward. Each player’s name was announced to a small cheer as a bathing suit clad woman took each by the hand and led Nipples him to a seat. After an interminably long time, I was the last one left in the corridor. “And finally…” the announcer said as a platinum blonde in a black leotard bathing suit approached me “…the bookies favourite for tonight’s match. Winning his heat in a blistering eighty-four minutes…” murmurs from the crowd “… I give you JAMES DONOVAN!” A roar from the crowd, especially from above me to the left, as the blonde took me by the arm and led me into the room. I remembered thinking how much bigger this was when I was shown this room earlier, but the spectacle before me was far beyond anything I could have imagined. Swirling spotlights of every colour flashed across the auditorium as Def Leppard’s ‘pour some sugar on me’ blared from the stacks of speakers in every corner. A man with a large TV camera stepped in front of us as we walked, his lens fixed unflinchingly on my face. I smiled meekly but made a show of raising my arm in greeting to the crowd and looking around at the balcony to find a familiar face. There was none to be seen as a huge number of people bustled to get a good vantage point. “all this for a poker game” I thought to myself as I was seated in the last empty chair. “Tonight’s game will be split into three heats.” The announcer said, as the blonde kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck. “The first game will be sixteen tables of four. The winners from those games will form the second heat with four tables. Then the final will be the last four players standing. You have seen the players; the game will commence in five minutes. You still have time to place your bets at the kiosks on the veranda or in the lobby….” Five minutes later, after the dealers had introduced themselves and the music had dies down, the tournament began. The games were all as simple as the first tournament in the Oak and I’d be lying if I said any of the players were more than lucky amateurs or were particularly difficult to read. Rapturous cheers and applause filled the room with every hand I won. Jack’s laugh sometimes drowning it out from somewhere above me. I was like stone – cool, calm and collected. My mind was like a pristine alpine lake in its serenity, my focus heightened beyond anything I had previously known, due – I assumed – to the efforts of my lovely ladies who I still could not see in the crowd. Every shrug, every gesture, every flicker of doubt or hope, every imperceptible smile or cringe – I seen them all. I crushed my first table in 18 minutes, apparently that was some sort of record as the announcer… well… announced my victory with no small amount of amazement in his voice and the cameraman filming my every move. I was escorted from the room, to the cheers and hoots of the crowd, to a private bar off the same corridor I had entered through. The blonde leading me the entire way. It was the first time I had been able to see her in the proper light. Almost theatrical amounts of makeup – no doubt for the cameras – showed off an exquisite face. Her skin-tight leotard was straining to contain her truly massive tits which I guessed were easily an E cup. When I looked back up to her face, she was looking at me intently, I knew I had been caught ogling her but she smiled causing me to smile back as we entered the bar. “Can I get you a drink, handsome?” she asked, her flirtations not going unmissed. I ordered a coke, not wanting to dampen my focus behind a haze of alcohol. You reach your room and make a beeline for the shower as soon as you enter. “Tomorrow we will dissect the garden for you. We’d be having a few drinks to celebrate the occasion, so should we to do a five-minute walk to the rank, dressed in all our finery, or phone for a taxi to come to the chapel? When he saw the girls arrive home, he waited for a few minutes, then grabbed the wrapped package from his room and stepped through the back fence for a quick visit before their party got started. I don't know which one I enjoy more... The dogs are growling and barking like the maddened beasts they are as they move ever closer. “He told me to,” she added, hoping that would explain enough. Honestly, I wanted to reciprocate, just not with all these men watching. Finally, Mike uttered WHAT? Smack! Now what went through his mind was she was faking to make him feel better. May giggled again. There was a slight tremor to the agent's hand as he pointed the gun lactation at me. Was he scared of me? Yes, fine, thank you, goodbye.” Suddenly feeling a relaxation come over her, Jennifer inspected a large handwritten sign that had been mounted on the wall, elegantly flowing listing directions in chalk upon slate. “Nothing.” I replied with my mind somewhere other than inside my car. “Whatever, when Nipples are ready to go? Lara punched him in the arm for making things worse. “I’ll send you some if you send me some, honesty though, I really wanna see some.” I half sighed and half moaned. “I, I err, how did you know that I haven’t been wearing any knickers daddy?” Amelia let out a gasp as her father pressed his manhood against her vulva and began rubbing it along her slit. His cock slid completely into my throat and my lips were pressed against his crotch. There was small talk at first: You look great, so do you, how have you been, this place is great, thanks for coming, thanks for having me, etc. The server returned and they ordered a second round and placed their dinner orders. “It definitely looks like it. You pull the vibrator from my ass and push it hard against your throbbing clit. Then, she started pressing tits on my asshole. I had fun with Nurse Luann on Wednesday, but we had skirted the rules of the Program when she ate me out. She was dressed in a very short skirt with no panties, and her bra was apparently non-existent.