Indira had been consuming my thoughts for months. When I first went there, I was immediately struck by her deep obsidian eyes. In a single glance they seemed to communicate the full spectrum of human lust. Or at least they did to me. Her arching black eye brows, her supple brown cheeks, her smooth dark face. Indira...
The other thing that struck me, of course, was her exquisite set of brown tits. She never fully buttoned up her uniform, and her tanned cleavage was the pinnacle of all my desires. The way her round bags of flesh swayed around as she busily made my cup of coffee... The meaty, bronze hips that were just barely visible when she reached up to grab something off the shelf... The long black hair that ran down her back and fluttered gracefully along with her curvaceous body... Indira had the shape of a divine concubine. I was hooked.
Lately, her figure had been changing. Her breasts seemed firmer. Her belly seemed rounder. Her complexion seemed to have more colour. Pregnancy! Only subtle hints of it, but pregnancy nonetheless. How I looked forward to the inevitable swelling of her exotic, impregnated body! Her curvy, full figure and delicious, round jugs screamed for pregnancy.
My visits grew more frequent over the ensuing weeks. I loved checking in on Indira's development. For all our encounters, we never really talked. My days passed as follows:
"Hello again!" She'd say brightly, a shining white smile contrasting with her sweet brown face. Sometimes she'd wiggle on her feet cutely as a greeting, and her ever-growing tits would wiggle along. "The usual?"
"The usual." Would be my only reply, always distracted by her fertile body. I'd stare, salivating, as she gingerly made my coffee, observing her progress. I'd admire her exquisite, ripening breasts along with the growing curvature of her swollen belly. Then she'd hand me my coffee, and the show would sadly end. I'd saunter out, erection forming, counting the minutes until my next visit.
I'd go home and come repeatedly at the thought of her naked, pregnant Indian body. How I could imagine her smooth, brown skin, stretching over her round stomach and firm, engorged breasts. I'd visualize the way her dark nipples must surely be distended. I'd envision her swollen body spread before me, her dark face staring into me, meeting my lust with a gaze of her own, beckoning. Indira...
This routine continued a long time. The longer it dragged on, there more obsessed I became, for her fruitful body continued to expand. 7 months had now passed. Her dark udders were now the size of cantaloupes, stiffened with engorgement. Her bulbous stomach pressed against the counter when she stood behind it. I now went three times a day. Indira was my world.
I was heading for my first visit of the day. I had awoken from a wet dream this morning, a regular occurrence at this point. Indira's swollen mammaries had slipped out of her shirt, revealing her veiny, stretched areolas and stiff nipples dripping with milk. She said nothing; she merely began squeezing out creamy milk, biting down on her brown lips, staring into my soul with those ebony eyes of hers. I had reached forward to feel her swollen teats - and then woken up. I left for the café without delay.
The dream was still on my mind as I walked in, cock already hardened in anticipation. Indira's bountiful figure stood beaming behind the counter, as usual. I approached shyly, conscious of my erection. Her bulging teats and stomach seemed to reach over to me from across the counter. Her uniform was tightened against her swollen torso, outlining her delicious maternal figure. I could just barely make out the veins running along the smooth, brown skin of her bloated cleavage. Every fiber of my being longed for Indira's pregnant flesh. My erection swelled.
I realized I was staring like an idiot. I looked up. Indira was staring at me with those damnably mesmerizing black pearls. She raised one of her perfectly arched eyebrows, a hint of a smirk forming at the edge of her thin, delicate brown lips. A blush was barely visible on her tanned face.
"The usual?" She said, in more of a murmur than her usual energetic tone.
"Yes... Please." I mumbled, embarrassed. My boner was practically bursting at the seams of my pants. I leaned against the counter to conceal it. Indira turned around and set to work. Her uniform could barely contain her. Her enlarged breasts had seemingly pulled it upwards, and her lower back and hips were now tantalizingly visible. Her mahogany coloured skin had the healthy, flushed colour that only belongs to fertile expectant mothers. I had an almost unstoppable urge to run my hands along her meaty, swollen flesh. To bend her over and fuck her while squeezing her milk-swollen teats... Indira...
She was taking longer than usual preparing the coffee. Every movement seemed so deliberate, almost like she was displaying herself. I watched her rounded hips swaying, her huge belly brushing against the counters and shelves, and the dampness of her sweaty, engorged cleavage reflecting in the light. It all appeared to be in slow motion.
She finally poured the cup of coffee, and paused for a moment. She was facing the other way, so all I could do was stare lustfully as I always did. She flipped over her long hair so it all fell elegantly down her delicate arched back. She then fiddled around with her shirt. What was she doing? She leaned over the rear counter, her hips and soft ass sticking out towards me. Indira giggled.
Indira, the minx, seemed to be teasing me!
Then she turned around, and I understood as my swollen cock instantly turned to rock.
The dream had turned out to be prophetic.
Her brown teats were on full display, her distended black nipples dripping milk onto her still-covered belly. After all my fantasies and dreams, it was still better than I had ever imagined. Her engorgement was incredible. Her veiny, dark, porous areolas were stretched around an amazingly hard and wet nipple. I was speechless.
"I thought you'd want some fresh milk for your coffee," She beamed, handing me my cup. Her teats were dripping onto the counter. "Only for my favorite customers."
I took the cup and drank. She eyed me playfully with her mesmerizing orbs as I slurped the coffee. It was the best I ever had. Her creamy milk turned the mediocre cup of joe into the nectar of the gods. Indira giggled at my excitement.
"You are a peculiar one you know," purred the minx. "The more pregnant I get, the more you seem to like my coffee. Or is it something else you're after?" She walked to fetch a cup, her udders dripping on the floor along the way. She came and plopped it onto the counter. "Help yourself." She smiled and leaned forward.
Her massive breasts dangled beautifully above the cup. Still aroused into silence, I grabbed hold of her teats and milked her. Her incredibly engorged tits sprayed milk loudly into the plastic cup. Streams went in several directions, making a creamy mess on the counter. The whiteness of the milk contrasted with her dark, stiffened nips. Her textured areolas had the same colour as her obsidian eyes. The cup was quickly filled, and I drank it gratefully.
Indira, meanwhile, walked around the counter to the front. She slowly walked towards me, her udders swaying with each step, thick drops of her milk pooling on the floor below. With a smirk she just barely pet my erection, and then quickly scurried away giggling to lock the door of the café. This woman was something else! I watched her, still sipping her delicious production from the cup. It tasted even better than I expected.
I decided I'd do some flashing of my own. I unzipped my pants and allowed my imprisoned cock to finally spring forth. She walked back towards me - still dripping everywhere - and glanced at my erection. "You do the milking," I declared, finally emerging from my state of awed silence. "I've already milked it enough times on your behalf."
"I'm sure you have, the way you've always stared." She giggled, "I've been waiting for you to do something. Coming in here all the time, drooling over me. It's nice that someone does." She pulled forward a chair and sat down. She tore off the rest of her shirt, revealing her swollen bronze stomach. "A woman can't wait forever though." Her udders rested on top of her bulge. Little milk streams trickled down from both sides, pooling around her stretched belly button. "My boyfriend left as soon as I told him I was pregnant," She said as she seductively rubbed milk all over her belly. "As for the milk, there's no baby to drink it yet..." She beckoned me over to her with one of her milk soaked hands. "Well, get over here if you want some relief."
I gladly made my way over, eager to release months of lust onto her dark, milky body. I stood over her. She sprayed some milk into her hand and rubbed it all over my stiff cock. Then she leaned forward to lick it off with her tongue, her long black hair draping itself onto her creamy udders in the motion. I brushed now-milky hair aside as she continued to firmly tug and slurp milk off my cock, eyeing her veiny brown tits.
"Sit back," I said as she cleaned off the last of the milk. I wanted to simply take in the sight of her bountiful pregnant body, the way I had seen it spread before me in my fantasies. "Milk yourself."
Indira lay back in the chair and firmly grabbed both her udders. She began squeezing and expressing, streams flying both left and right. I masturbated intensely as she moaned and sighed, relieving her engorgement. She latched on to her right teat, drinking hungrily as she stared at me. With her left she continued to spew milk everywhere, occasionally squirting some onto my throbbing cock, or letting it trickle onto her pregnant belly. This pregnant succubus loved the attention almost as much as she loved expressing her thick milk.
I took in the sight of her plump, milk covered flesh and rock hard black nipples. Indira, my object of desire for months, spread before me, an exotic, curvy milk fountain! Before I could stop myself I came explosively all over her chest, adding to the white creamy mess. She took her mouth off her still-swollen udder to lick up what she could as her distended nips continued to drip. So great was her expression, a puddle of milk had formed around the chair.
"Enjoyed the show?" She asked. "Well, I'm still painfully engorged here. You're still thirsty I assume." Indira held up one of her dripping teats. "You sit down." She arose from the chair, stepping into her own milk puddle. The milk that had gathered on her swollen belly trickled towards the floor. Drip, drip, drip.
I took off my shoes and socks before stepping forward, so I could soak my feet in her warm milk. I splashed through Indira's puddle and sat down on the chair. She stood upright in front of me, her bulging body on full display, somehow appearing even more impressively engorged from my angle. Her thick udders hung tantalizingly above me.
Indira sat herself down on my lap, one leg on either side, my crotch being the saddle. Her divine face was directly in front of mine. Her eyes were veritable black holes that sucked me in, and I could smell her fertile scent. She sucked some more milk out of herself, giggling, and then pressed her lips against mine. Slowly she shared the milk with me, letting it leak softly into my mouth as she rubbed her pointed wet nipples up and down my chest.
I savoured what she had given me, then grabbed one of her breasts and held up the thick, black nipple. It looked inflamed and sore, still oozing plentiful milk. Begging to be suckled. "Fresh from the tap this time!" I said, and Indira giggled as she wrapped her arms around me and scooted forward in anticipation of the relief.
I slithered my tongue over her textured, milk-covered areola. The pores felt wonderful against my tongue, and this simple teasing had already caused milk to start squirting out. She was still so full, this cow... I sucked greedily. Indira's production flowed into my grateful mouth, warm and thick. I tugged at her other teat, spraying milk onto myself. She began sighing and squirming, her swollen belly pressing against me. My erection began to harden again, and I felt a dampness on her that wasn't just her milk...
Indira began to rise to take off her pants. I reluctantly allowed her delicious black nipple to slip from my mouth. I got up and stood behind her to squeeze her teats as she undressed. Her mammary glands seemed infinite; hot milk continued to fly. Her pants were at her feet. My revived erection pressed against her fleshy brown ass, now only covered by thin white panties. I stopped milking her, using one hand the rub her swollen pregnant stomach and the other to reach into her underwear.
She moaned as I began to feel around her wet, hairy pussy. Milk leaked down from her dripping tits into her crotch. It was a moist mess of Indira's warm pussy juice and creamy milk. I couldn't wait any more. I bent her over the counter and pulled her soaked underwear down to her knees.
"I haven't in months. Get inside me..." She moaned as her breasts pressed against the counter, oozing milk. Her ass cheeks spread apart to reveal an inviting, dripping pink pussy. I plunged my cock in eagerly, her soaked, milky vagina providing plenty of lubrication.
So the urge was finally being fulfilled. As I fucked her, I groped her huge belly and milked her some more. Her round, bubbly ass jiggled perfectly as I pounded her. Her udders squeaked against the milky counter as I rammed her. Her flowing hair was like a tapestry complimenting her divine, curvaceous pregnant body. I kissed her neck as I milked both udders, fucking intensely, approaching climax. Indira licked milk off the counter as I went. I never wanted it to end, but Indira's incredible body, flowing milk and soft insides were the perfect storm.
I spewed hot jizz inside her fertile pussy. The milk had also slowed down. We breathed a collective sigh of relief as we remained in our wet embrace.
"This will be the usual now..." Sighed Indira as she lay face down on the counter, panting in her puddle of milk.
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