Alice: Slave at the Marketplace (Alice BDSM Book 3)

I can hear footsteps coming into the tent. My engorged breasts strain in their woody confines. Someone comes into my booth. The curtains are drawn.

"Mmmmm."

I can hear a man's voice sighing on the other side of me as he takes in my icing-covered breasts. I wonder what designs have been drawn onto mine. Would my tits be decorated like one of those round plump cakes I see on the display shelves of bakeries?

A wet tongue immediately begins to slather my breasts, starting from my right nipple. It trails around my areolas and makes lines upon my iced flesh. It licks the cream off from my right breast copiously. A thrill of pleasure courses through my legs. My nipples are extremely sensitive.

A hot mouth seals itself around my right nipple and suckles me. I feel the spurt of my milk - so pent up within the confines of my mounds - into that warm orifice. Tendrils of pleasure immediately run all over my breasts from my nipples, even from the one which is currently not being suckled. My pussy goes moist despite my otherwise discomfort.

I rotate my wrists in my shackles and bunch my fists.