Bringing In Casey's Cream
Bringing in Casey’s Cream
by Elliot Silvestri
copyright 2013 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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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. 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. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
Also by Elliot Silvestri
And Giselle’s Mother
Astrophil & Stella
The Breast of Dawn
The Breast of Day
The Breast of Night
The Collegiate Milkmaid
Cul-De-Sac: A Suburban Erotica in Around
Gretchen’s Twins
His and Hers Affairs
Jillian’s Contract
Lessons with Mrs. Tavorski
Luke’s Milkmaids
Margeaux Known As
Ménage á Milk
Milk Addict
The Milk Thief
Milke & Cookie
Milking the O’Malleys
Misanthrope – First Summer
Never Too Many Pregos
Pain Makes You Beautiful
Penny’s Secret Life
The Prince’s Whores
The Red Collar
Rosemilk
The Troll’s Trollop
True Cow Girl
Victor’s Chastity
A Virgin Sacrifice
Collections
The Breast of Dawn: The Elf Milk Collection
The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 1
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 2
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 3
Roman Charity: Four Tales of Erotic Lactation
Contents
Chapter 1
Casey unbuckled the strap from around her wrist and pulled off the restraint while Owen finished unlocking her wrist restraints from the bed frame. She loved the four-poster bed she had insisted they buy shortly after getting married. It was both ornamental and functional; the heavy wooden posts in the four corners were the perfect anchors for the straps they used to tie her down when she needed a good spanking followed by a good fucking. Face down and cuffed by both her ankles and wrists she was helpless to suffer under whatever torments Owen could inflict upon her.
She had been embarrassed and terrified when she revealed to him that she needed to be tied up, spanked, and roughly fucked on a regular basis. She had already accepted his offer of marriage and they had only played at what she called baby bondage games up to that point in their sex life. Marrying Owen made her happy; getting tied up and spanked made her happy. She hadn’t yet brought the two together, but she knew she couldn’t have the one without the other.
Happily—luckily—he had indulged in her request and was both fascinated and excited by it. Instead of driving them apart her kink had brought them together. Owen was nearly everything a kinky woman could dream of after fifteen years of marriage…except he was a little too vanilla for her tastes. This had been something she had resigned herself to; Owen was more than willing to go along with whatever weird request she had in bed, but he never asked for anything special beyond a blowjob. That was too easy.
“You were a little bit quiet tonight,” Owen commented as he dropped her restraints into the bottom drawer of the nightstand.
“I was screaming into the pillow,” Casey replied. “Can’t wake the kids.”
Their kids were on the other side of the house and one floor up asleep in their bedrooms. Unless a fire truck drove through the house nothing would wake the pair.
“Okay,” he pleasantly agreed. Casey rolled over and sat up, crossing her legs and hugging them to her chest. Her bottom was a little sore from the paddling he had given her earlier, but it was just a little bit red. It wasn’t anything she wasn’t used to or desired. “Need any salve for your ass?” he asked. Paddling Casey was what Owen claimed to be his favorite activity in their sex life; treating her minor injuries from those paddling was what he claimed was his second favorite activity. She didn’t mind in the least that he would rub salves and ointments into the soft skin of her ass for an hour if she asked it.
For a woman pushing forty, Casey considered herself ...