Table of Contents

• Sucked By Her Billionaire Triplets
• Chapter 1: Milk and Honey
• Chapter 2: Lactating Lust
• Chapter 3: Milk and Musk
• Chapter 4: Milk and Submission
• Chapter 5: Lathered in Lust, Bathed in Submission

Sucked By Her Billionaire Triplets

Mia Minx

Chapter 1: Milk and Honey

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Betty, overwhelmed by desire, kneels before her triplet masters—Chris, Jacob, and Simon—as they feast on her lactating breasts, their mouths and hands driving her to ecstasy. But this is only the beginning.

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The air in the suite smelled heavy. It stank of sweat, sweet cream, and the sharp, metallic tang of raw lust. I knelt on the plush rug, my knees sinking into the fibers. The room spun slightly, the amber light from the sconces blurring at the edges.

My tits felt huge. They sat high and full on my chest, heavy weights that pulled at my shoulders. The skin was tight, hot to the touch. Blue veins traced delicate maps under the pale surface, throbbing with every beat of my heart. A single drop of creamy white milk beaded at the tip of my right nipple. It quivered there, threatening to fall.

Three men stood over me. My lovers. My triplet masters.

Chris stood to my right. He was shirtless, his chest heaving. The heavy outline of his cock strained against the denim of his jeans, a thick ridge that made my mouth water. His belt hung unbuckled. His large, calloused hands flexed at his sides.

Jacob loomed on the left. His violet eyes burned dark and hungry. His broad shoulders blocked out the light. His chest was already slick with a sheen of milk and sweat. He looked like he wanted to devour me whole.

Simon stood in the center. Sweat dripped down his forehead, rolling over his hooded eyes. His muscular frame trembled with restraint. He stared at my chest like a starving man looking at a feast.

I arched my back. I thrust my chest out. I wanted their mouths on me. I needed the pain.

"Please," I whispered. The word cracked in my throat.

Jacob didn't wait. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees. He grabbed my right breast with both hands. His grip was bruising. He squeezed the soft flesh hard.

"Look at this," Jacob growled. His voice was a low rasp. "Fucking overflowing for us."

He ducked his head. His mouth latched onto my nipple.

I gasped. "Ah!"

His tongue was rough. It scraped against the sensitive, raw skin. He sucked hard, pulling the milk out in a violent rush. The pressure shot through my chest, sharp and electric. My back bowed.

"You are so fierce, ah!" I cried out.

Simon moved in. He took the left side. He didn't grab me like Jacob did. He cradled the heavy weight of my breast in his palm. He leaned in slowly. His eyes met mine for a split second—hooded, dark, intense.

Then his tongue flicked out. He lapped at the leaking drop on my nipple. He groaned.

"Sweet," Simon murmured. "So fucking sweet."

He opened his mouth and covered my areola. He sucked rhythmically, a deep, pulling pressure that made my toes curl. His tongue swirled around the tight bud, teasing it before he sucked again.

My head fell back. My hair stuck to my neck, damp with sweat. Two mouths worked me over. They drank from me. They drained me.

Chris stayed standing. He watched his brothers feast. His hand moved to his jeans. He popped the button. The zipper hissed down. He freed his cock.

It was thick. Angry. The head was purple and weeping pre-cum. He wrapped his fist around the shaft and stroked it slowly.

"Look at that," Chris said. "Look at them taking it."

I looked down. Jacob’s cheeks were hollowed as he sucked. Simon’s eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in concentration. My milk leaked from the corners of their mouths. It ran down their chins in white rivers.

The sight made my cunt throb. I felt empty. I needed to be filled.

"Your tongue is so good, Simon," I moaned. "Don't stop."

Jacob pulled off with a wet pop. He licked the milk from his lips. His violet eyes flashed.

"You like that, you little slut?" Jacob asked. He rubbed his rough beard against my wet nipple. The friction burned. "You like us drinking from you?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes."

Chris stepped closer. He moved behind me. His heat pressed against my back. His cock slid against my spine, hot and hard.

"Spread your legs, Betty," Chris commanded.

I shifted my knees. I widened my stance on the rug.

Chris’s hand slid down my stomach. His fingers were rough, calloused from work. He traced the line of my hip. He moved lower.

He found my slit.

I was soaking wet. My juices had coated my inner thighs. The air was cool against the wet skin, but his hand was fire.

"Fuck," Chris hissed. "She's dripping."

He dragged a finger through my folds. He coated his digit in my slick. Then he pushed inside.

"Oh god!" I jerked.

My pussy clenched around his finger. It was thick. It twisted inside me, curling upward to find that spot.

"Your finger is so thick," I gasped.

Jacob went back to my breast. He bit down gently on my nipple. Pain laced through the pleasure. My body trembled.

Simon sucked harder on the other side. He used his teeth to scrape the sensitive peak.

"Ah... ow!" I whimpered. "I can't... it's too much."

"No," Simon said against my skin. "It's not enough."

Chris added another finger. He stretched me open. He pumped his hand in and out. The wet, squelching sound filled the room. Slap. Slap. Slap.

My hips rocked. I ground myself against Chris’s hand. I pushed my chest into Jacob and Simon’s faces. I was trapped between them. Surrounded by them.

The scent of their musk mixed with the smell of my milk. It was intoxicating. It made my head spin.

"Please," I begged again. I didn't know what I was begging for. More? Less? Mercy? Destruction?

"Please what?" Jacob grunted. He released my nipple and blew a stream of cool air over the wet, red skin. It puckered instantly, tightening into a hard nub.

"Fuck me," I moaned. "Use me."

"Not yet," Chris whispered in my ear. He bit my earlobe. "We're drinking first."

He shoved his fingers deep. His palm slapped against my clit.

"Ah!" I cried out. "My pussy is touched by your fingers so good."

Simon switched tits. He moved to the right side, taking over where Jacob had left off. He latched on with a desperate hunger. He gulped down the milk.

Jacob moved to the left. He was rougher. He grabbed the flesh and squeezed it until it turned white. He sucked the nipple deep into his throat.

My breasts were on fire. The skin felt raw. The ducts ached as the milk was pulled out. But the feeling sent bolts of lightning straight to my core.

I looked down at them again. Three men. Three brothers. All worshipping me. Using me.

Chris’s fingers moved faster. He was rubbing my g-spot now. Hard. Fast.

"Come for us, Betty," Chris urged. "Soak my hand."

My stomach tightened. The pressure built low in my belly. It coiled like a snake.

"I'm close," I panted. "So close."

"Give it to us," Simon mumbled around my nipple.

Jacob reached down. He grabbed my ass cheek. He dug his nails in. He pulled me open.

Chris used the leverage. He fucked me harder with his hand. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

The room spun faster. The amber lights blurred into streaks.

"You are so strong, ah!" I screamed.

The heat in my blood boiled over. My muscles locked up.

"Ah... ow! I, I I can't stand it I'm about to orgasm! Help! Help! Ah! Ah!"

My pussy clamped down on Chris’s fingers. A gush of fluid sprayed out of me. I covered his hand. I soaked the rug.

My body shook. My vision went white.

They didn't stop.

Jacob kept sucking. He pulled the milk through the spasms. Simon kept lapping. He drank down every drop. Chris kept rubbing my clit. He dragged the orgasm out, making it last forever.

I collapsed forward. I would have hit the floor if Jacob hadn't caught me.

He held me up by my tits. He squeezed them hard, milking me into his mouth.

"Good girl," Jacob said. "That's a good fucking cow."

Simon pulled back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His chin was shiny. He looked wrecked.

"She tastes incredible when she comes," Simon said. His voice was deep. Rough.

Chris pulled his fingers out of me. He brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean.

"Sweeter than anything," Chris agreed.

I knelt there, gasping. My chest heaved. My tits were still leaking. The milk ran down my stomach, mixing with my sweat.

I looked at them through blurry eyes. I wanted more. I was greedy. I was insatiable.

"Again," I whispered.

Jacob laughed. It was a dark, dirty sound.

"Oh, we're not done with you, Betty," he said. "We haven't even started."

He stood up. He undid his belt. The buckle clanked.

Simon stood up too. He stripped off his pants. His cock sprang free. It was thick and heavy, the head already glistening.

Chris kicked his jeans away. He stood there, naked and magnificent. His cock jutted out, demanding attention.

They circled me. Three cocks. Three hard, thick lengths of meat.

I opened my mouth. I stuck out my tongue.

They descended.

Chris grabbed my hair. He tilted my head back. He slapped his cock against my cheek. The weight of it was heavy. Hot.

"Suck it," Chris commanded.

I wrapped my lips around the head. I tasted the salt. I tasted the pre-cum. I moaned around his shaft.

Jacob and Simon knelt beside me again. They went back to my breasts. They went back to feeding.

My mouth was full of cock. My chest was full of tongues. My body was a conduit for their pleasure.

I swirled my tongue around Chris’s head. I dipped into the slit. He groaned. He thrust his hips forward. He pushed deeper into my throat.

I gagged. My eyes watered. I didn't pull back. I took it.

I felt Jacob’s hand between my legs again. He wasn't gentle. He shoved two fingers inside. He fucked me with them, matching the rhythm of Chris’s thrusts.

Simon massaged my other breast. He worked the milk down. He squeezed and pulled, forcing the fluid out.

I was drowning in them. Drowning in the sensation.

The air conditioner hummed in the background. A steady, monotonous drone that contrasted with the chaotic sounds of sex. Wet sucking sounds. Heavy grunts. The slap of skin on skin.

My body moved on its own. I rocked back on Jacob’s fingers. I bobbed my head on Chris’s cock. I pushed my chest into Simon’s mouth.

I was a machine built for this. A vessel for their lust.

"You take it so well," Simon praised. He looked up at me, his eyes hooded. "Such a good girl."

I hummed around Chris’s dick. The vibration made him hiss.

"Fuck yeah," Chris gritted out. "Take that dick."

He pulled out until just the head was in my mouth. Then he slammed back in. He fucked my face. He used my throat like a cunt.

Jacob added a third finger. He stretched me wide. It burned. It stung.

"Your fingers are stretching me so wide," I thought, but I couldn't speak. My mouth was full of cock.

Jacob leaned in. He bit my shoulder. Hard. He marked me.

"She loves it," Jacob said to the others. "Look at her. She's dripping all over the floor."

I was. The puddle beneath me was growing. My juices mixed with the milk that had spilled.

Chris pulled out of my mouth. Strings of saliva connected his cock to my lips. He smeared them over my face.

"Look at you," Chris said. "Messy fucking slut."

I looked up at him. My makeup was ruined. My hair was a mess. I looked wrecked.

I loved it.

"Please," I said again. "Fuck me."

Chris smiled. It was a sharp, predatory grin.

"On the bed," he said.

They hauled me up. Hands grabbed my arms, my waist, my ass. They lifted me like I weighed nothing.

They threw me onto the king-sized bed. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin. Midnight blue charmeuse. Luxury and filth.

I bounced on the mattress. My tits jiggled. Milk sprayed out, wetting the fabric.

Jacob was on me instantly. He crawled between my legs. He threw them over his shoulders.

He lined his cock up with my entrance. He looked me in the eye.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes," I hissed. "Fuck me."

He slammed inside.

"Oh god!" I screamed.

He was huge. He stretched me to the limit. He filled me completely.

He didn't wait. He started pounding. Hard. Deep. The headboard slammed against the wall. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Chris moved to the head of the bed. He knelt by my face. He offered me his cock again.

I turned my head. I took him in my mouth.

Simon knelt by my side. He grabbed my tit. He brought the nipple to his mouth.

They were all inside me now. Mouth, cunt, mouth. I was full.

Jacob fucked me like a man possessed. His hips snapped back and forth. His balls slapped against my ass. Every thrust drove a grunt out of me.

"Mmph! Mmph!" I moaned around Chris’s shaft.

Simon sucked my nipple hard. The rhythm matched Jacob’s thrusts. Suck. Thrust. Suck. Thrust.

My body was a storm. Sensations crashed over me from all sides.

The room filled with the sounds of our fucking. The wet slap of Jacob’s thighs against mine. The gagging sounds from my throat. The greedy slurping from Simon.

"You feel so fucking good," Jacob groaned. "Tightest cunt I've ever had."

He reached down. He found my clit. He rubbed it in rough circles.

My back arched off the bed. My toes curled.

Chris held my head down. He fucked my throat deeper. He blocked my air.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I could only feel.

The pressure built again. Fast. Urgent.

"Ah... ow! I, I I can't stand it I'm about to orgasm! Help! Help! Ah! Ah!"

My pussy convulsed around Jacob’s cock. I came hard. I milked his dick ...