Sexy Story - Milk & Cookies for Momma-Santa (Patreon)

The snow fell outside in the starlit evening sky, the twinkling reflection of powder as it slowly floated its way to build up into a fluffy blanket catching Ami’s gaze as she sipped hot cocoa on the tranquil Christmas Evening she’d spent with Sherri. It was a rare and appreciated experience to have the home all to herself, especially on the holidays. While her parents and siblings had opted to go visit family, she was fortunate enough to ‘have to work’ and her parents were more than delighted at Ami’s commitment to her job to sacrifice a holiday. While she wasn’t entirely alone, Sherri had come to visit and the pair got along well enough that she didn’t mind sharing the pleasant quiet of a solemn evening. 

Ami was currently reading, one of the newer tankobon releases she’d gotten import from Japan for a manga she often kept up with. One of the minor perks she enjoyed from taking the time to keep up and stay fluent in her native tongue of Japanese. In the background Sherri was enjoying some Anime on Netflix, the doggirl happily snacking on chips while her lower half remained under the kotatsu table, and her eyes fixated on the most unholy of offenses that anyone who enjoyed Manga or Anime could commit, watching the dubbed version! Normally it would have bothered her, but Sherri’s cute demeanor had given her the ability to become the exception to such rules. 

“Okay,” the doggirl spoke up and rose from her spot on the floor, her tail flickering behind her as she stretched out her arms. “I’m going to grab something to drink.” Ami remained silent, flipping a carefully analyzed page to the next as her answer. The footsteps of Sherri leaving the room shortly followed by a small clamoring of sounds in the kitchen. 

Ami felt at peace, she truly enjoyed the calm moments, part of her wondered if that was simply because most of the time the house was alive with voices and interactions, things that had taken her from the zen of concentration. On the other paw it could be that was her personality, that she liked the quiet more than anything else. Her eyes were upon her tankobon when she realized she’d been thinking about how much she enjoyed her peace and quiet rather than focusing on reading the past couple of pages. She was about to close her book when a cheery voice spoke up from behind.

“Alright! The cookies are done!” 

Indeed they were. Ami wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets but she certainly enjoyed the decadently sweet aroma of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. 

“I need your help though,” the plate of cookies rested upon the end table making Ami perk with attention. “We need to get everything ready for Mommy Santa to come tonight.” A small chuckle crept upon Ami’s lips, the wahgirl was in her early twenties, just a couple years younger than Sherri, yet her guest was playing along in childhood traditions without hesitation. “What’s so funny about that? Don’t you want Mommy Santa to come tonight? And if she does what is she going to think when there’s no milk and cookies waiting for her, hm?”

Ami heaved a sigh, she simply couldn’t deny Sherri in her excitable manner, slowly she rose from her seat and closed her book she was halfway paying attention to and set it upon her seat. The book acting as a reminder for her previous task after she was done assisting Sherri with her shenanigans, the other pleasant thing about not having to worry about being with family was simply enjoying the house in the nude. Her naked body felt so comfortable without clothes, the warm air like a soft caress along her body in the perfect temperature. It was something Sherri had talked her into, after all they’d seen each other naked plenty of times, a rationale that had at the same time made it all the more casual and erotic when she saw Sherri’s supple body on full display in front of her. 

“Oh?” Ami blinked as Sherri held up proudly a fully unwound length of ribbon, her smile bright and excited with that tail wagging behind her, “And what presents are we wrapping?” She already had somewhat of an idea and watched with chagrin as Sherri began looping the ribbon around her thighs with a festive hum in her lips. 

“Don’t worry, it’s to keep you from squirming too much.” The cheer in Sherri’s voice made Ami’s ear twitch, curious about such ominous words, especially since her wrists had been tugged behind her arms and were now tightly looped by the glinting ribbon. “Otherwise Mommy Santa won’t give us all the presents we deserve, right?” 

“R..Right.. Mmf..” Ami squirmed slightly, she was standing upright but her wrists were now tightly bound, looking over her shoulder she saw the slightest decoration of the ribbon tied in a bow, “Well it’s a little tight- uh, what’s that..?” Her eyes saw the glinting of clear plastic as Sherri’s hands began to move up around her from behind, her heart giving a slight pound, they were cups, circular, Sherri’s hands were lifting ever higher and the doggirl hadn’t yet said anything.. “She.. Sherri?” She swallowed hard as they went over her nipples and Ami let out a helpless little whimper.

“You were out of milk and the store’s closed..” Sherri whispered hotly, her tongue extending and dragging along the side of Ami’s cheek as the wah let out a hot little whimper. “It’s okay, I know how to get more.” The slight trickle of drool stained along Ami’s cheek, making her body tingle with excitement at how warm Sherri’s tongue felt as well in that sort of erotic yet affectionate manner. Often times she would be greeted with Sherri’s ‘kisses’ little licks on her cheek as common as a hug, but the slow drag of that squishy muscle entangled the wires that Ami felt connecting to different aspects of affection.

Ami felt a sudden surge of pressure against her breasts as Sherri squeezed something outside of her field of vision, her knees felt slack but Sherri’s arms held her close, another jolt of pressure against her body, and Ami followed her gaze towards it. In Sherri’s hand was a pump, and squeezing, her nipples felt like they were being pulled and her mouth gaped open from the newfound pleasure, “Oh.. Sh.. Sherri.. I..” Another squeeze on the pump and Ami felt her heels raise into the air, standing on her tiptoes as her cock began to stiffen as hard as her nipples, “Sherri.. There.. there’s no milk.. Ahhhhyhh!” Another squeeze, the doggirl was determined and Ami’s fingers were clenched in fists, eyes watering at the unrelenting pressure. “Th.. I.. I can’t.. I-“ 

Another squeeze.

Her dick was fully erect, hard, pulsing, Sherri’s little miracle pump had Ami’s already puffy swollen nipples standing on end just like her cock, the suction drawing further upon Ami’s breasts, “I believe in you..” Sherri whispered hotly into Ami’s ear, “Do it for Mommy Santa..” Another squeeze and Ami felt like a climax had rippled through her body as a sudden squirt erupted from her pert nipples, and then a healthy stream, where milk had come from Ami had no idea but it was pouring out from her now like she’d been lactating all her life! 

Milk continued to flow from her breasts without Sherri’s hand needing to work the pump, Ami was gasping, drool spilling down her lips as her rock hard length spilled pre-cum down her shaft. “Sherri..” She swallowed hard, pleasure was overwhelming her senses and more of that thick creamy nectar flowed from her tits directly into the milk jug beside the cookie plate on the table, “How did.. How’d you know..?” 

“Because,” Sherri crooned as her hand, now freed of its prior responsibility began to stroke along Ami’s rock hard length. Her digits carefully massaging the shaft, dragging upwards as more of that pre-cum began to spill out, “It’s Christmas.. and miracles always happen on Christmas..” She flicked her tongue teasingly against Ami’s ear.. of course she didn’t tell her that the marshmallows in her hot cocoa would dissolve into a specially formulated mix that Mally had developed to increase cum and milk production. Ami’s cock was already dribbling healthy strands of spunk that Sherri’s fingers began to smear into her length, her breasts swelling as did her nipples as more of that cum flowed, Ami’s body quivering with each stroke pulling more and more pleasure through her senses. 

It certainly felt like a miracle, Ami’s hips rolling forwards as her body churned with lust, each passing second falling further into the bliss that Sherri had introduced her to. The release was constant, milk flowing from her nipples in spurts that mirrored her dilated cocktip and the way cum was gurgling from her dick. The resounding pleasure had filled Ami’s body so much that she didn’t even realize that she’d cum once again, her cock was now a constantly sputtering spigot of spunk that desperately attempted to mirror her productive nipples. With every stroke of Sherri’s fingertips another bubble glut of cum erupted from Ami’s cock, her poor balls didn’t seem to mind, they were growing larger, fuller by the second, ever churning out more and more of that hefty cummy spunk that was thick enough to collect on her fingers. “I’m cumming..” Ami moaned out with a wide mouth gasp, “I.. I’m cumming Sherri.. I .. I can’t stop cummiiiiing!” Her cock gave a violent twitch, her back arching upwards as she let her body fully release itself into Sherri’s grasp, her cock spasming as each twitch flung more of her cum upwards, the flailing of her body mid-orgasm was enough to where the suction cups had become dislodged and milk continued to dribble down her own swollen pert nipples and along her breasts.

Ami slumped to her knees with her cocks cum flow finally having slowed to a mere trickle, the pleasure her body had experienced coming to a sober numbness that impacted her extremities. Ami finally looked up when she heard Sherri packing up the orgasmic contraption, “Mmm! Delicious!” The doggirl had dipped her finger in the slightly overfull jug of pure confectionary sweet wah-milk that had been pumped from her, “Santa is going to love this!”

Ami smiled weakly, Sherri ever the excitable pup, “She better..” 

…

That evening, while happy little wah’s and puppers were asleep in bed, Mommaphant Santa happened upon the home. Knowing where the secret key was placed made such breaking and entering less of a crime and more of spreading Christmas spirit to the girls she had taken a liking to. Nestled underneath the barren Christmas Tree that was there more for decoration than anything else, were a small gathering of presents that Ellie had so carefully picked out for the good girls this year. Of course there was an extra present or two for the girls to share, after all they had done what good girls should do every Christmas, and leave out a healthy platter of milk and cookies for MommaPhanta.