Milk the Milkman

Day 6

What did I just do? did I really suck off a demon? 
The whole day I haven't been able to tare my thoughts off on what just happened, I can't believe I really did that, I've been fiddling my fingers and I haven't stopped fidgeting, my legs have non stop shaking the whole day, how I want him to make my legs shake and take away my ability to walk. 

It's currently 12am and neighbours have stopped coming in, I'm waiting for Francis, he promised he'd come in again.
My eyes begin to feel heavy and slowly close. 

"Hey love," I hear a familiar voice.
"Shit!" I jump up surprised, "you have to start coming earlier, I don't get to sleep during the day, unlike you, what do you even do during the day?" 
"Is that really important," he tucks hair behind his ear, "if I was allowed inside you wouldn't have to be, we could just be cuddling right now."
"Sometimes I forget you just want to get in and this might not be real love."
"Obviously its real love, I just want to come inside to hold you, like how a real couple would."
"Whatever."
"Hey."
"Hi?" I say confused. 
"last night I was pleased but you weren't, why don't we try and make you pleasured."
"What are you going to do? its not like we can fuck," I say confused. 
"Do it, pleasure yourself then, and let me watch," he smirks. 
"what?"
"Did I stutter?" 

Without a second thought I pull down my clothes leaving the top half untouched.
Something about the way he talks to me and the way his voice is so smooth makes me want to just follow his command. 

"Yeah that's a good whore." 
I slide my fingers down and started stroking, I couldn't help but let whimpers escape my mouth.
"Ahhh, humn Francis~"
"Fuckkk," he mumbled while covering his face. I only did that to see his reaction, slowly I saw him pull down the zipper of his pants and join me, stroking up and down, I tried to match my pacing to him. 
"Who's a whore now?" I giggled. 
"Still you, if it wasn't for your perfect body, the way every curve of you creates a masterpiece, a painting, better than any nature I've seen, I wouldn't have started this in the first place." 
I started to whimper more and more.
"Francis~ Augh, baby I'm gonna cum," I moaned loudly. 
"Then do it for me, do it for your master~" 
I started picking up the pace, my eyes rolled back and I bit my lips, in an attempt to muffle my screams. 
"Ahh~"
"That's a good slut."
I looked back to see him and its clear we both finished at the same time, I saw the milk all over his hands, I could finally understand why his job was a milkman. 
"Fuckkkk~" I looked around for tissues, "I don't have any tissues," I panicked. 
"Stick your hand through the slit of the glass."
"What?"
"Do it, do it for daddy~"
Slowly I put my hand through the slit of the glass and watched as Francis got on his knees and opened his mouth, his tongue rolling out, slowly his tongue wrapped around my fingers and started sucking. 
"What the fuck are you doing?" I used my free hand to cover my mouth. 
"Cleaning."
He started licking my palm. 
"You taste so fucking good."
I was horny again, as flustered as I was I couldn't tare my eyes away from him, his long tongue wrapping around each individual finger, suddenly he let go and got back up.
"That was fun, but darling, go get some sleep."
"Hm ok."
"I love you~" 
"I," pausing, I re-thought my words, "I love you too."