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I could not stop thinking about what Imran did. I had talked up a good game and pretended but the truth was that I was having an affair with one of my neighbours as her husband was working abroad.

She was lonely and I began flattering her telling her she could become a model and she loved the attention. I made the cards to convince her I was a professional photographer. But what Imran did was unbelievable and that too with a lactating milf?

I had talked up myself to Imran but the truth was that I could never approach some stranger in this way. My head was spinning and I could not stop thinking about what he showed me. All week I could only watch lactation and pregnant porn.

My head was out of control. I went to a Yoga class at my local gym to try and clear my head. I was old now and the exercise was good for me.

After the session had completed I was making my way out of the gym. As I was going down in the lift it stopped for another floor. I believed it was health clinic.

A pregnant woman entered the elevator. As we were both just stood there I could not stop staring at her breasts and then I just blurted out, “Do you have milk in your breasts?”

She looked at me shocked and angry, “Pardon?”

She had heard me and I had to stick to my guns, “Do you have milk in your tits?”

I saw her eyes widen as the anger was real and she slapped me hard, “That is no way to speak to a pregnant woman. You disgusting pervert.”

She slapped me hard and looked away in disgust. As we got off the elevator I quickly made my exit and headed for the first rickshaw. She was talking to a security guard and pointing outside. I did not know how I could be so reckless.

My heart was beating so fast and I felt a little thrill. I went back to the clinic the next day and booked in a check-up. It was then I noticed the schedule for the pregnant ladies fitness class. I took a mental note of the time of the classes. There were 3 a week and I showed up around the time of each one.

I went to the gym and I loitered until I saw a few ladies leaving. I could never approach them in a group and that was when I saw one. She was a thing of beauty. She had curly hair and her breasts seemed so swollen. I followed her to the hallway and asked, “Do you have milk in your breasts?”

She looked at me perplexed. I was an old man in a turban and asking such a strange question. She asked, “Why do you ask that?”

I never expected a question as I had such a forceful reaction last time and a part of me just wanted to do this for the thrill.

Bur I thought I had nothing to lose, “I want to drink your milk.”

I held her gaze ad I said this. She laughed and then turned away, “You silly old man. You would not know what to do with them.”

She then looked back at me again and giggled.

I quickly made my exit worried she might also tell the security.

I was at home and I could not stop thinking about her reaction. There was something playful in her reaction, it was unlike the angry reaction I received from the other woman.

I went to the next two classes but did not see her again. I only had eyes for her now and I could not stop thinking about her. I came back the next week but I did not see her. Maybe it was just a onetime visit and she would not be back.

I saw the first woman and I quickly made my exit before she spotted me and called security. I turned and made my way out without looking when I bumped into the curly haired lady.

I held on to her arm and apologised. She smiled as she saw me and said, “I am surprised you did not grab my milk laden breasts.”

There was a smirk behind her comments and she seemed to be having fun playing with me. I could not wait any longer and handed her my card, “My name is Dalwinder. I saw you last week and I am looking for a model who is pregnant for my next shoot. If you are interested call me.”

I rushed off quickly not giving her time to make a smart mouth comment.

I went home out of breath and my heartbeat racing. I hadn’t even thought about the consequences. What if she reported me as the pervert? She had a card with my real name. I avoided the gym and the health centre for the next week. Fearful eryaman escort that she had reported my name to the security. I went to the photography class and Imran was in high spirits from his conquests with the milky milf. I yearned with jealousy and I wondered if I would ever have my own luck.

I then got a call from an unrecognised number. It was almost midnight and I wondered who would be calling this late. My list of friends was dwindling and my children only called during the day.

I answered cautiously, “Hello.”

There was a husky voice on the other end, “Is this the Dirty Dog Dalwinder, Model Scout. The one that likes to drink the milk of pregnant ladies.”

My voice was caught in my throat and I was stunned. My cock not missing a beat though and I felt it rise to attention. She continued, “I knew this dirty dog was all bark and no action.”

She was questioning my manhood and something went off inside, “Hello Randi. This is that dirty dog that wants to drink from your pregnant udders. You are due for a good milking.”

She started giggling and I thought she was just playing with me, “You are such a silly dirty dog. How much will you pay for me for the modelling?”

If I brought her down for the modelling job, I could work another angle. The more I thought about this bitch, the more I wanted her, “5000 rupees. 3 hour shoot.”

She began giggling again and it was playing on my confidence, “You are a cheap dirty dog. I will not come for less than 20,000.”

This was my own money but I had to do this to bring her in, “Ok. But you will need to do some nude shots.”

She giggled again, “I did not expect anything less from a dirty dog.”

It was my time to laugh, “By the way, what is your name and age?”

I almost heard a smile through the phone, “Sonam. I am 21. I will see you tomorrow.”

She then cut the phone. I could not believe it, she was coming tomorrow.

I went out the next morning to buy things for her shoot. I had one thought that my mind kept going back to and that was the pregnant 18 year old teenage schoolgirl. I bought role play schoolgirl uniform. It was a skirt, socks, shirt and blazer. I bought the largest sizes they had.

I used my recliner chair as the prop for the shoot. I had an idea for what I wanted but she was a cock tease and I wondered if she was just toying with me. I had my own game to play with her.

She arrived the next day wearing a loose dress. I smiled internally as I was worried it was another game she was playing and that she would not in fact turn up.

She seemed slightly more nervous but she hid it well, “Hello Mr Tit Milker. Where do you want me for the modelling job?”

I put on a serious face and said, “Firstly you need to change. The modelling job is for a slutty teenage schoolgirl and I thought there is nothing sluttier than an unwed single mother.”

It clearly stung her and she was stunned into silence. It was the first time she had been silent since I met her so I took advantage and ordered her to get changed, “I have set out what I want you to wear on the rack in the corner. There is no changing room. Just the bathroom. Most professional models just get changed without needing a room.”

She muttered under her breath, “Bastard.”

I smiled on the inside knowing I was getting under her skin. It would be my only chance to seduce this slut.

She went to the rack and picked up the items she turned to go to the bathroom. But then she stopped and I liked that I had her on the back foot and she was thinking and re-thinking her decisions.

She stopped and turned her back to me before slipping out of her dress. Oh god, as her huge panties came into sight I thought I was going to cum then and there. I was so horny for this bitch.

She tried to put on the bra I bought. It was a slutty lace red bra but it seemed to be too tight and she could not fasten it, “The bra does not fit. I will have to keep my own bra on.”

I quickly shot back, “You will need to go braless. Your bra is not suitable for this shoot.”

She huffed a little but followed my instructions and began to button up the shirt but it was too small, “The shirt is too small.”

I sincan escort had to take control of this bitch or she was going to waste time. I marched over to her. I adjusted it on her so that it fit her a lot better and then I buttoned up the bottom 3 buttons. It would give me plenty of angles to get a sight of her tits. I gently brushed her tits so as not to alarm her. I sounded annoyed, “This was their largest size. You will need to wear it like this. Now take off your panties and put on the thong. You should know how sluts dress.”

I stood my ground millimetres away from her and I knew it would annoy her. She sat down on the seat and slid up the navy blue skirt. She then slid off her panties and put the thong on. I was slightly annoyed that she covered her pussy from me but the skirt was short and I would get my chances. The skirt seemed to fit ok and I passed her the white socks to put on.

I raised my eyebrow to her to ask if she was now happy, “The skirt is a little short.”

I gave a rather rude response, “You are a slut. It cannot be the first short skirt you have worn.”

I then took the red and black tie and tied it around her neck.

She said, “Dirty Dog Dalwinder. Where do you want me?”

I wanted her on my cock but I had to wait for that, “Come over to the white screen so that I can take some pictures of you in the outfit. We will then take more pictures with the recliner.”

She did her hair in plaits and then she came over. She looked like the typical slutty schoolgirl and I was hard as a rock.

I ordered her to pose bending over which was difficult, her leg on the recliner which let her skirt ride up and gave some good shots of her hairy cunt. I tried to get her to bend forward at every opportunity. I loved the cleavage and tit shots. Her tits looked so juicy and I really hoped they were milk filled but there were no clues at the moment.

I asked her, “Does your husband not mind you modelling? I would want you all to myself.”

Her smile returned and I scolded myself for letting up on her, “You were right when you said I am going to be a single unwed mother.”

I began to backtrack, “I am sorry. I did not mean to offend you. It was just the character for the modelling shoot.”

She seemed unfazed, “Dirty Dog Dalwinder is worried about my feelings?”

Was I ruining any chance of seducing this slut? Her skirt was raised and I could see her thong was getting damp, “Dirty Dog Dalwinder is only wondering why your horny hairy cunt is wetting your thong already? We have only started the shoot.”

She looked down embarrassed and said, “Oh shit. I need to go to the toilet.”

I pointed her to the bathroom and she waddled towards it as fast as she could. As she disappeared I walked over to the clothes she came in. I picked up her panties and brought them to my nose, her scent was so strong and I began to stroke my cock straight away as I began to lick her panties. I then put them in my trousers and rubbed them around my dirty cock. This slut had me going wild. I then heard her flush the toilet and I quickly put the underwear back where I found it and returned to my spot.

She came back looking slightly embarrassed and I asked, “What happened?”

She was a bit sheepish which was unlike her, “It is being pregnant. I sometimes lose control of my bladder. I am sorry.”

I smiled, “Slutty Sonam is feeling embarrassed. This is unlike you. I thought you were just horny.”

She burned red as my digs were now getting to her but she fired back, “Who said I wasn’t horny?”

I liked this side of her and I thought I would change up the shoot, “The second part of the shoot is the schoolgirl slut and the pervert teacher. I spent my budget on you so I will need to stand in as the model for the pervert teacher.”

She had a look on her face as to say she knew what this meant but she had no objection. I set up the camera to take automatic pictures without prompting.

I took her to the recliner and sat down. She looked at me and asked, “What am I supposed to do?”

I said, “You need to play the part of the slutty schoolgirl and sit on my lap.”

She giggled and rubbed her belly, “I don’t batıkent escort think you will be able to take my weight.”

I slapped my lap and said, “You don’t need to worry about that. Now sit down like a good slut.”

She came over and sat down on my lap and her weight was heavy but I needed to endure this as my mind was on other goals.

I took a picture in formal positions but then I began to increase the contact between us. I first went simple and put my on her belly over the shirt. I then opened one of the three buttons that were closed and slipped a couple of fingers on her naked stomach.

She put her hand on my arm as to ask what I was doing but I quickly pushed it off and said, “This is role play part of the shoot. Just go with it. I told you there would be nudity.

She brushed her hair back and tried to control her breathing. I took this submissiveness as an opportunity to be bolder. I opened the last two buttons and placed my hand on her naked pregnant belly. I let the shirt separate as she became more exposed but it was just covering her breasts to my disappointment.

I slowly began to run circles with my hand on her stomach and I could feel her squirm a little as she tried to keep her composure.

I pulled the left side of her shirt away exposing her breasts. She did not protest but I could hear her sigh. I began to use my fingers to slight rub the nipple. I kept the pressure light and then progressed to flicking the ends of the nipple.

Her breathing was becoming shallow and she began to gently gyrate against my leg. I took this as a signal that she needed more. I began to grope and squeeze the left breast. She did not object or complain but she moaned in response to my groping.

I moved my other hand from her stomach and moved the right side of her shirt and exposed her right tit. I began to grope and squeeze her breast simultaneously with her left breast. She was driving me crazy and I was hard as a rock.

I began to roughly pinch her nipples and she was becoming more vocal as she moaned, “Yes. Yes. Dirty Dog.”

She threw her head back as she began to moan louder and louder.

All of a sudden her body stiffened and she came from me just playing with her breasts. I felt her soak my lap and I said, “You have just wet my leg. Do you need to go bathroom again?”

She turned to me with a glazed look in her eyes. She was losing the battle with her lust as she said, “No. That was something else. I get really wet when I am turned on since becoming pregnant. I am sorry.”

I smiled knowing I had this bitch, “A slut doesn’t need to apologise. Now pass me that thong as it is too wet to wear.”

She said, “Please can you help me take it off. I am not able to bend over like before.”

I went to my knee in front of her and pushed her thong to side as I began to finger her. She was so wet that it encouraged me to finger her faster and harder. She soaking my hand and the floor as I brought her to another orgasm. Her knees slightly buckled but she managed to keep herself up. I then slid down her thong down and she stepped out of it.

I sat down back on the recliner and sniffed her thong as she looked at me. I undid my trousers and pulled them down. I took out my cock and stroked it with her thong.

She looked at me in awe and said, “Sir, please let me sit on your lap the way a real schoolgirl slut would.”

I put the panties to the side and nodded her to sit on my lap “the way a real schoolgirl slut would.”

She turned to face me and straddled me. She was so big and it was a little awkward but she was eventually on top of me just above my cock.

She then sat down on my cock and her pussy was a wet gushy hotness and it took all my will to not cum. I began sucking on her nipple as she rode me. To my surprise milk came out of her breasts and I drank like there was no tomorrow.

Something came over me and I became really rough with her tits and began spanking them. She moaned like a slut, “Yes. Suck like a hungry dog. Taste that milk. So good.”

I began to twist her nipple as she bounced on my dick.

I was getting so close and she moaned, “Choke me. Fucking choke me.”

I used the tie to choke her and she came in an explosive orgasm completely soaking me and the recliner. I had never fucked like this. Her milk shot over me and I came deep inside her.

She collapsed on top of me and I wondered if there was a future with her?

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