/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>A deal is a deal, Lambda. Now I get to suck your tits.
"WHAT?!??! I don't remember making any such deal with you."
>You don't remember? Well fuck, I guess we'll have to settle for a compromise. I'll suck your tits for only a 34th of the original amount of time we decided.
"That isn't so bad. Anon you're too soft on me."
>The only soft thing here are your magnificent milkers.
I waste no time in assaulting Lambda's chest, removing all that's in my way. Ahead of time I made the important choice of deciding which of her tits to suck and made the choice of her left breast (which is to my right). The reason for this is simple, my left hand is my dominant one so while my mouth extracts the ambrosia from her left breast my almighty left hand will assault her right. It's a perfect plan to maximize the time I have.
After enough stimulation and many moans, Lambdadelta's tits finally start to leak the divine drink I desire so much. The taste sends my mind to shock as the overly sweet taste floods my mouth. This stuff is way too fucking sweet. If Lambda had a kid, she better get some kind of substitute because I think the sugar content in her milk is high enough to kill a polar bear with ease. And yet I persist. If I do a bad job Lambda will complain to me later about random outbursts of breast milk ruining her clothes, so I must do the best possible job a man can do. With my left hand I squeeze her right breast which sends torrents of milk flying all over the place, as though Lambda has two machine guns strapped to her chest at all times. The milk expels with such force that it breaks a window, which I had to pay for later. In the heat of the moment Lambdadelta suddenly asks me
"How long left?"
>Hehehehe... I tricked you. The "deal" was for indefinite access to your tits, and a 34th of infinity is still infinity
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! NO FAIR. ANON YOU'RE A BAD GUY"
>For you
Now that I've finished my meal I exert some effort to demagnetize myself from Lambda's heavenly chest and quickly rush to another room.
"ANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON MY TITS ARE STILL LEAKING. SO MUCH FOR INDEFINITE ACCESS IF YOU CAN'T DO EVEN THIS."
Lambdadelta's complaints are soon answered as I return with a portable milking machine. Lambda's face quickly turns grim.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?"
>All of it. I'm taking all of it.
WHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR goes the milking machine as Lambda's milk rushes through it.
>My work here is done.
"But what are you planning on doing with all that milk, Anon? Surely you won't drink it all yourself."
>Not telling.
"TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME"
>Later.
I carry in my hand a huge container of milk and exit. Soon after I get a phone call.
"Did you acquire it?"
>Yes, Bern. The plan is going smoothly. Now soon we will be able feast on all the Lambdadelta flavored ice cream we want.
"And the recording?"
>...
"Did you at least force her to wear the cowprint bikini?"
>...Yeah... sorry.
"I'm going to fucking kill you."