Daydream sequence by Ken – breast worship and dry suckling – 1

[Ken]

(I composed this last evening for another ABFHeaven participant and she agreed that it should be posted for anyone to read without making changes. I hope you enjoy it. This first was posted earlier today as an update to my profile, and yet another participant expressed her appreciation to me for posting it, so I am reposting the story here. If you have a scenario for which you would like me to compose a daydream sequence with you in mind and in the story, please let me know all of the details you would like me to consider, and I will add it to my list of writing commitments. I will post first to you and get your feedback on making it public as is or if you feel it needs changes. Any kind of correspondence is very welcome at suckbuddyk@gmail.com or here on ABFHeaven.)

So I’m traveling through your town a second time, because the first time I bought you lunch and after we both enjoyed the lunch together, you invited me to call you the next time I was going to be in town. We coordinate the second time while your husband is away, so that you will not be in any rush to head back to your home.

Again, we meet for lunch. This time it is a quick bite in a downtown location near the shopping district. Quick, because we both are anxious about what is to come. I’ve already asked you to wear a dress with buttons down the front, and already you are willing to follow my lead and do all the actions I ask of you.

Lunch complete, I take us to a lingerie shop and we go in to look at brassieres. We peruse colours and styles. You point to the ones you think will feel good to you and make you look even more pretty than you already are. Since you are not interested in being induced and the time it would take, we choose not to look at the nursing brassieres. We agree on two or three candidates, but I tell you that you have to choose only one, and it has to be the one that makes you feel the best.

You take them to the changeroom and you come back to me with your choice.

We return to the payment spot and the lady clerk smiles as you kiss me on the cheek and you hand me the brassiere and I hand the brassier to the clerk. I pay for the purchase and she smiles again as I hand it back to you and tell you to go back to the changeroom and put it on. When you return to the payment spot, you hand me your old brassiere and I fold it up and as I put it into my inside jacket pocket you kiss me on the cheek again. Again the clerk is smiling at the two of us.
We head to my hotel room and after we get into the room, I tell you to stand still. I remove your jacket and mine and I hang them up. I approach you and pick up your forearms and put them on my shoulders. My hands are on your waist and I ask you “May I kiss you and worship your breasts, please?”. You respond by kissing me deeply, holding me tight, and rubbing your breasts against me.
When we finally stop the kissing, I tell you to sit in the comfortable chair across from the bed. I grab two pillows from the bed, approach you on the chair, and ask you to spread your legs apart. I drop the two pillows on the floor (because I’m an old man with sore knees!).
I kneel down and again we take the time to kiss. But my hands are busy moving all around your torso, your sides, and your back over your dress. I trace the bump of your brassiere straps underneath your dress.
I pull away and I focus on the buttons on the front of your dress. As I’m doing that you are running both your hands through my long gray hair. All of your buttons undone, I open the dress and get my first look at how you fill the brassiere I just bought you. You drop your arms and I slip the dress off of your shoulders. We kiss again, but now my hands are moving all over your skin, and again I trace the brassiere straps across your back and your shoulders.

I pull away and ask you to put your arms down at your sides and keep them there.

My hands now cup the brassiere where it is holding your beautiful breasts. Your breath is heavy and I see your breasts move up and down. My hands start to move over the soft material of the brassiere and you feel the pressure in your skin through the cloth.

Your big nipples are starting to engorge and I can see them being constrained by the cloth. My thumbs begin circling the nipples through the material. This gets them even stiffer. For many minutes my hands are going all over the material, but always coming back to the nipples with my thumbs. On both sides my thumb and finger come up to the nipple and I ask “May I pinch these lightly, please?”

Your hands come up to cover my fingers and you say “You may pinch these as harshly as you want to!” I say “Thank you, but you must put your hands down and leave them there, or I will consider you being naughty and not doing what you are told!”

Slowly I increase the pressure between my thumb and forefinger and you take in a breath as the tightness sends sparks through your breast all the way to your spine. Through the brassiere material I am pulling the nipples out away from your breasts. When I’m done, I lean forward, cup the breasts through the material, and I firmly kiss each nipple as if to ease the pinch.

Now I’m tracing the edges of the brassiere. My fingertips slip under the material slightly, and now you can feel my fingers against your skin. I spend many minutes tracing the brassiere, up and down the shoulder straps, around the cleavage, along the bottom edge, from front to back and to the front again. At times I’m squeezing from the two sides to bring your cleavage together. At times I’m pushing the breasts apart and putting my face in between to breathe your skin’s fragrance in my nose because you have begun to perspire due to being so turned on. Again your hands come up to hold my head against you, and again I have to say a bit firmly “Hands down!” Quickly you return your hands to your sides.

At some point my arms follow the brassiere material around to the back, and I separate the clasp. My hands go up to the shoulder straps, and I ask you to push your shoulders forward. I slip the brassiere off of your arms and I sit back to see how your large breasts naturally hang in front of you. While I am staring at your beautiful girls, I put the brassiere cups up to my face to see if I can smell your fragrance from your perspiration on the material.

I place the brassiere on the floor by the pillows and I lean forward with my arms coming up to lift and hold the weight of your breasts in my hands. Your nipples still are red from the pinching and so I kiss each of them twice, and then slowly lick each one once with the flat of my tongue. I sit back again and watch my hands move all over the breasts, feeling the different textures, kneading the breasts lightly.

My hands trace along your side and back where the brassiere straps were, and that brings my head back to your girls. I begin kissing both breasts back and forth, taking time to push my face in between the mounds and squeezing the breasts against my beard on the side of my face.

After some time, my focus moves to your right breast. I open my mouth as wide as I can and with a gentle sucking motion I pull your teat all the way to the back of my tongue. Your breast fills my mouth. I begin kneading the breast with my tongue as if you were lactating. My suction increases the longer that I am there. Your hands come up involuntarily and you hold the back of my head pulling it in to your body while I suckle. You don’t want me to stop and you use your hands to tell me that.

Finally, you release the pressure and pull back on my hair and you push my head to your left breast, where I repeat the sucking motion there. From the start you are holding my head tight against you and you hold it for as long as you want me to suckle on your left breast.

By now almost two hours have transpired from the time I asked you to sit. You pull my head away as my signal to stop suckling on your left breast.

I say “I’m not finished yet, but since you are being naughty again with your hands, I have to give you something to do with them! You must slip your hands into your panties and play with your pussy and clit with fingers from both of your hands. And you are not permitted to remove your hands until I tell you, even if you should have an orgasm, you must keep your fingers in your pussy as deep as you can reach.”

After I watch you put your hands into your panties, I return my hands to your breasts, bring my head forward, and again kiss and knead your naked breasts all over, licking your nipples with the flat of my tongue, and pulling the nipples away with my lips. Just as I feel you tensing for an orgasm, I lightly bite with my teeth on the nipple that is in my mouth, and that triggers the crescendo in your body. You remember to keep your hands in your panties and your fingers in your pussy as you relax from the orgasm. Your head is back in exhaustion as I continue to caress and to kiss your girls in front of me.

At some point I sit back on my ankles and I put my hands on your two wrists. Holding your left hand at your panties, I say “Keep your fingers in your pussy” while I bring your right hand up to my face. I move your fingers under my nose to smell your pussy juice on them. Then, one by one, I pull each of your fingers into my mouth and I lick each finger clean, and then the palm of your hand. I then pull your left hand up to my face and do the same with that.

When I’m done enjoying your fingers, I put your hands down and reach for your brassiere. You put your arms in as I hold it in front of you, and you lean forward so that your breasts hang in front of me as I pull the brassiere up and fill it with your fullness. I look over your shoulders as I clasp the brassiere together and I tell you to adjust it until you are comfortable.

I spend some time again caressing the material and finding the nipple pushing at it.

Then I pull up the sides of your dress and slowly I do up the buttons from the bottom to the top.

I get up from the pillows (slowly! my knees are really in pain by now) and I put my hand out to invite you to stand.

We go back to the closet and I pull out your jacket and hold it for you as you put it on. I put on my own jacket and we head out the door. I walk you down to the taxi rank where you kiss me farewell and get into the taxi alone to head home.

I wave as you drive away and head back to my room to think back on the wonderful hours I just spent with you. My hand reaches in to my jacket where I find your old brassiere for my memory of you.

Meanwhile, in the taxi you still can smell me on your fingers where I licked them clean. When you slip them through the buttons of your dress you feel the new brassiere holding your breasts and you think of my hands through the material. When you get home you can smell me on your breasts when you pull them up to your nose. And every time you wear the brassiere I purchased for you, you remember our time together.

[Anonymous]

🥰 I was the stalker who commented on Ken’s story on his profile 😂 I feel no shame in admitting this as I loved the story! Plus I’m a stickybeak 🤷🏻‍♀️

[Anonymous]

Mhmm

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