Milky White Lies
Milessa Mae
Milky White Lies
An Erotic Lactation Novel
Milessa Mae
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Milky White Lies
Copyright © 2025 Milessa Mae
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
About the Author
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Chapter 1
“Are you having stomach issues?” my doctor asked me in response to my request for domperidone. In truth, she was a nurse practitioner, but such was the state of the American healthcare system. It was easier to get an appointment with a NP than a GP.
“No. I want to induce lactation,” I said. I had steeled myself for the question and I had prepared my answer.
Kathy’s eyes glanced down at the screen of her laptop. No one used paper charts any longer. “You’re on birth control pills…are you and your partner planning on adopting?” The confusion was clear on her face.
“No. I want Jay to nurse from me.”
“Uh…your husband, right?”
“Partner. Boyfriend.”
I was a healthy person. I only ever saw the doctor (nurse practitioner) once a year. I didn’t expect Kathy, as she had told me to address her at the start of my appointment, to remember any details of my life.
I wondered how many notes about me she had in the file.
“That’s um…an unusual request,” said Kathy. She wasn’t flustered. I expect that came from having to deal with all sorts of weirdos and hypochondriacs coming in to either address something that was not serious at all or something extremely serious but the patient was trying to downplay it.
“I know. But I’ve been doing some reading—and I know that medical advice on the internet is terrible, you don’t have to tell me that—and the combination of birth control pills and domperidone is pretty much a guarantee of inducing lactation.”
“Why do you want to do this?”
“It’s for Jay. And me. It’s a sex thing. He insisted I go to the doctor for a real prescription and not something we ordered from a shady website.”
“I see.” She typed furiously on her laptop for a minute. I sat there quietly in my stupid doctor’s office-issued gown that was a waste of time and effort and cotton cloth.
Finally Kathy looked up at me. “If I don’t give you this prescription will you go to some other doctor for it?”
My heart was thudding in my chest. It was a good thing that my blood pressure had already been taken because I would have been put on Lopressor immediately. “I mean, maybe? It’s such a pain in the ass to get any appointment.”
“While your prescription for birth control pills—which I’m going to renew—is easily medically justifiable, the domperidone is a little bit troubling.”
“Aren’t the birth control pills for fun?” I asked her. “I plan on having sex and I don’t plan on having children.”
Kathy rubbed her forehead. “Do what’s best for the patient,” she muttered under her breath.
At home I checked myself out in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting my bare breasts from every angle. I felt like I was a teenager again, looking for any hint that my boobs were getting bigger. I didn’t expect them to be, but I had taken my first dose. Maybe this was going to be the last time I was seeing my little tits in their natural state.
Jay claimed they weren’t too small. I had never grown beyond a B cup and my areolas were tiny. My nipples were tiny. I didn’t want to have huge tits, I just wanted a bit more of a sexy silhouette so I could wear the corset that I found online. I wanted to fill it up and thrill my boyfriend.
I wanted to wear it under my clothes to work one day and sneak off and show it off for my lover.
I poked one perky pink nipple and frowned. “Give me a couple of weeks and you’re going to be three shades darker and an inch more in diameter,” I addressed my tits.
After that, I pulled on a simple t-shirt and started making dinner. For a woman who didn’t need to have a man, I had gone the full domestic route and made dinner every night for Jay when he moved in with me. I told myself it was because I loved to cook.
I do love to cook.
But I doubted my mother or grandmother regularly greeted dad or grandpa in the kitchen wearing nothing more than what I had on: a thong, tight jeans, and the semi-sheer t-shirt that clearly showed the outline of my hard nipples.
I wasn’t sure if they were hard because I was turned on or because it was cold in the kitchen. I was barefoot (dangerous, don’t cook barefoot!) and the hardwood floor was cold.
“What’s for dinner?” Jay asked when he got home and found me working in the kitchen.
“Eggplant parmesan with pasta, steamed broccoli, and bread I picked up this afternoon,” I told him as I sliced the crusty bread.
He frowned.
“What’s the matter?” I asked him.
“I was hoping you’d say you were for dinner.”
“I’m the dessert,” I told him with a smile.
He moved around the counter and greeted me with a kiss.
“Your kisses are so sweet.”
“Don’t try to be charming,” I told him.
“Can I get a sample of dessert?” he asked and then, without permission but I certainly didn’t object, he pulled up my shirt to expose my nipples.
“Jay…” I said, pretending to protest.
He ducked his head and sucked my left nipple.
I moaned as my entire body thrilled at the attention.
Jay wasn’t the first man to give me an orgasm.
He wasn’t the first man to give me an orgasm by sucking my tits.
He was the first man to show my small tits the attention they deserved.
I started to melt against him.
I loved his mouth on my tits.
I also loved his mouth on my lips, my neck, my wrists, and especially my pussy.
On the stove the pasta started to boil over.
I considered the risks of just having sex there in the kitchen while the food burned.
I was a reasonable woman who was happy to give herself over to sex at any moment, but the ghost of Grandma Isabella would never forgive me for burning a meal.
Reluctantly I pushed Jay away.
“Dinner first,” I said, pulling down my shirt. “Then dessert.”
It had been entirely my idea to induce myself. I hadn’t consulted Jay at all. This was something I wanted. I’m sure Jay would be fine with it. After all, he didn’t mind eating my pussy. He said I had the tastiest pussy juice in the world. I doubted her had fucked enough women in the world to make that an accurate evaluation, but I took the compliment.
He liked sweet desserts. I was certain he’d love the sweet breast milk my tits were going to make.
Why did I want to lactate? I have no fucking idea. I suppose I came across the idea somewhere on the internet and couldn’t stop thinking about it. That’s how kinks are born, right?
So Jay and I had a pleasant meal together as he told me about his day—mostly boring work stuff—and I lied to him about mine.
I didn’t tell him about my trip to the doctor’s office.
I didn’t tell him about the prescription I was now taking.
I didn’t tell him about the dirty sexting session I had with Zach.
I didn’t tell him about my sexy daydreams.
I did tell him about the new claim processing system I had implemented. Jay was unimpressed with my business acumen. I paid attention to his stories about the misbehavior of his students. Honestly, I had left high school behind more than ten years ago. Even if he was a teacher, I didn’t want to hear about the petty politics of queen bees.
“I made peach pie for dessert,” I told him when we had finished eating.
“Is that a euphemism?” he asked eagerly.
“No. There’s literally a peach pie in the refrigerator.” One of the nice things about working from home—besides setting my own hours—was that I got to cook what I wanted when I wanted.
“So you’re offering me peach pie or—”
“Or my tits,” I said, pulling up my shirt to expose my nipples.
“Fuck…” he groaned. Jay didn’t bother answering. He came around the table and picked me up to carry me to the bedroom.
I liked that he was strong enough to do that. Sure, I’m a small woman, but it still feels nice.
He yanked off my t-shirt before dropping me on the bed and falling on my tits like a ravenous man. That was saying something for a man who had just eaten a full serving of Grandma Isabella’s eggplant parm recipe that I had faithfully followed.
Recipes were one of the few things I was faithful to.
As soon as he drew my nipple into his mouth, I turned into a puddle.
Not literally, but I was certain the crotch to my jeans were soaked through. I knew my thong was.
My tits were my weakness. Sucking. Pinching. Twisting. Even smacking. I loved any attention they got.
After a minute of Jay sucking on one nipple and then pinching the other one, I realized that he wasn’t going to go any further until I came.
It would have been easier if he had shoved a hand down into my panties. I could have shoved a hand down my panties. I didn’t. He didn’t. I just focused on the surprise he was going to get in a few weeks.
I came.
It was that easy.
I was a good girl until I got to college. Once there, I started messing around with boys, but only nice boys. I had figured out masturbation years before college so I was alarmed and thrilled when I got my first nipple orgasm from Kenneth, whose face I couldn’t remember now, but I remembered how his tongue and lips felt on my nipple.
I didn’t need to get my pants off to cum. I thought I was a sexual prodigy.
I liked the differences between nipple and clitoral orgasms.
I became an orgasm aficionado. That’s why I appreciated Jay so much. He knew my body almost as well as I did.
“Fuck yes!” I cried out and arched my back as I came.
“Good girl,” he complimented me.
I blushed at the praise. My face was already flushed from the orgasm, so he probably didn’t notice.
“Are you going to take off my jeans and fuck me?” I asked him.
“Are you going to suck my cock?”
“Do you want me to suck your cock?” I asked him.
“Always.”
I fumbled at his belt and together we removed his pants and freed his cock. I took him happily, eagerly into my mouth. As I started my usual fellatio routine, it struck me just how much sex involved sucking on a part of another person’s body. I didn’t need to suck Jay very long. He was already semi-hard and he was always ready to go to fuck me.
The real problem in our relationship was getting him to focus more on my tits.
I had put a secret plan into place that was going to solve that problem. It never occurred to me that maybe that plan might blow up in my face.
“I want your pussy,” he told me, shoving me away to pull off my jeans. I helped. He barely noticed the pretty thong I had worn for him.
I forgot about that minor slight after he dragged the head of his cock up and down my lips, getting the head wet, before thrusting into me.
I was always so happy when he filled me up with his hard flesh.
He fucked me on my back for a minute but I had to be on top. I liked being in control when having sex. I probably liked being in control of our relationship as well, but I didn’t say that to Jay. He liked having a partner who was aggressive in bed.
We had been a couple long enough that when I gave him the non-verbal signal it was time to change position, we easily moved together, landing with me on top.
Of course he didn’t look at my face as I played Annie Oakley to his horse. He was focused on my tits. I saw him staring. I slowed down and held my breasts, covering them up, catching his attention.
“I love you,” he told me.
“Do you love me or do you love fucking me?”
“Both.”
I exposed my nipples just a little so I could pinch them as I ground down on his cock.
“I love watching you play with yourself,” he said.
“Of course you do.” I was twisting my nipples now. It felt good. I was going to have a nipple orgasm before a clit orgasm. I was happy with that. My eyes closed and I focused on myself, savoring the hardness inside me.
“Hey!” I protested as Jay swept away my hands and gripped my nipples a little too roughly. I shivered. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time.
“You like it,” he told me.
I shook my head but didn’t contradict him. I did like it. I didn’t like him knowing how much I liked it. It was becoming too much and I had to brace my hands against his chest so I wouldn’t collapse. He was half holding me up.
“You’re going to cum,” he told me. He had stopped thrusting and the entirety of sex now was focused entirely on my little nipples. I had stopped moving.
“No…” I moaned softly.
“You’re going to cum,” he told me. “I know that expression on your face.”
I didn’t want to cum but I needed to cum.
I shook my head, defying him.
I came anyway, quivering atop his cock, a hot pulse running from my tits to my pussy.
“Good girl,” he complimented me.
“I want to cum like a big girl,” I told him. It sounded childish to me. I liked to cum, whether it was from nipple play or clit play or anything else, but in my mind for some reason clitoral orgasms were better.
They weren’t, but I kept telling myself they were.
“I can help with that.”
Jay let go of my nipples and moved his hands to my hips, holding me in place, thrusting upward into me. I needed that. I wanted that. I savored that.
Already hyped up from cumming from my tits, I came a second time, this one originating in my pussy. It wasn’t any better than the first. It left me gasping for more.
“Good girl,” Jay told me again.
I smiled. He made me happy. “Are you going to cum?” I asked him.
“Not yet.” Without warning, he flipped me over onto my back and thrusted hard into me. To my ears the sound of him going so fast and hard was like he was slapping me. But it felt so good. I couldn’t help but cum again.
“It’s so easy to make you cum once you get started,” he grunted at me.
“I know. I love getting fucked by you.”
“I’m going to cum,” he abruptly announced. “I want to cum on your face.”
And here was the conundrum. I liked Jay—or any man—cumming in me, but then my pussy was a drippy mess for hours afterwards. If he came on my face, it was a little humiliating, but cleanup was easier.
“Marking your territory?” I teased him.
“Uh-huh.”
I could feel how close he was, how hard his cock was.
“You can cum on my face.”
“Fuck yeah!” He was out of me and straddling my body in the blink of an eye. I watched his hand go up and down on his shaft for a few seconds and then I wisely closed my eyes. A second later his spunk landed on my face: forehead, cheek, a little bit across my nose. Luckily none landed on my eyelids. That was a pain to deal with.
Jay nudged my lips with his cock. I opened up and sucked his cockhead. I liked the taste of his cum. It was a little bit sweet compared to all my previous lovers and boyfriends.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I didn’t have to reply. My mouth was full of his cock. And then he pulled back and I was getting a kiss from him. And then he was licking me. My cheek, my forehead, the bridge of my nose.
It took me a moment but I realized he was licking up the spunk he had left behind. He had never done that before. I was a bit in awe and a bit confused, but I had swallowed plenty of cum in my life, so why shouldn’t Jay try it?
“Don’t I look beautiful with your cum on my face?” I asked him.
He chuckled and moved away. “You do. I couldn’t resist you that way.”
And that was that.
I thought I knew everything about Jay, but apparently not.
Chapter 2
I took my new prescription in secret for the next week. I wasn’t expecting immediate results but I was still disappointed that my boobs didn’t produce even a hint of milk. I even had Jay suck on my tits for at least ten minutes every night before we had sex. I told him that was my favorite part of foreplay—and it was! It is!—and it got me extremely wet.
I didn’t tell him that he was the unwitting accomplice in my lactation journey.
Nah. Strike that. I’m calling it my lactation goal.
The problem with working from home most of the time is a lack of socialization with other human beings. Zoom calls don’t cut it. That’s why I always went out to lunch at a couple of local cafes.
That’s also when Zach knew to text me.
Zach: Show me your tits
I thoughtfully chewed my overly expensive garden salad in a bread bowl and texted him back.
Me: I’m eating.
Zach: Salad? Show me you eating salad and smiling and topless
Me: I’m in Cafe Pauline. I’m not going to take off my top.
Zach: Do it in the bathroom
Me: Eww. Gross. No.
Zach: Go home and show me your tits
That I could do. That I sort of wanted to do. But I couldn’t let Zach know that.
Me: You’ve seen my tits plenty.
Zach: But not today. And I want to jerk off
Me: Porn is free on the internet.
Zach: But artisanal, hand-crafted porn like you can make is SO much better
I didn’t answer him. I finished my salad, ate the bread bowl, went back home, and then took a selfie of my bare tits and smiling face before sending it to him.
Now, I didn’t live with Zach. He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was barely my friend with benefits. It’s complicated.
It was especially complicated because Jay knew that Zach existed but he didn’t know exactly what our relationship was.
Exactly ten seconds after I sent the picture Zach texted me back.
Zach: Want to watch me jerk off to your picture?
I rolled my eyes. There was no one around to see it, but I had to roll my eyes. While I wasn’t opposed to that sort of thing, I wanted something else.
Me: How about you come over here and we’ll see how things go?
Zach: I thought you were living with Jay now
I could feel the nervousness and tension in his text. I liked that.
Me: I am. But he’s not home now.
No response for a minute.
Me: My pussy is hot and wet and this is my lunch hour. If you don’t come over, I’m just going to jill off.
Zach: I’m already on my way
Did I feel guilty about having sex with other men besides Jay?
Yes and no.
Did Jay know I was having sex with other men?
Definitely not.
Was I a bad person?
Probably.
But if Jay asked if it was okay if he fucked other women…
Okay, I’d probably get very upset and tell him no.
But if I didn’t know…
That’s how I justified it.
I hurriedly finished my work and got ready for Zach. That basically meant taking off my bra and putting my shirt back on. Jeans and pretty panties and ankle socks; the modern costume of the cheating whore.
I wasn’t a whore. I had sex for fun, not money.
“This is dangerous,” Zach said when I let him into my place.
“We’ve done this before,” I reminded him before giving him a kiss but I left the front door open. I doubted anyone would see us. Except Zach parked his car in the driveway. I lived dangerously.
“Yeah, but not before Jay moved in with you…” he said around my kisses as I drew him into the house and toward the bedroom.
“But definitely while I was dating Jay,” I reminded him.
Zach stopped our progress at the bedroom door. He looked around. It was different from the last time we had fucked in my house. Jay’s presence was obvious from his clothes and just the atmosphere.
Was it wrong to have sex with two men in a situation like this?
Yes.
But that wasn’t going to stop me. I was a bad person.
“Do you want to fuck me or not?” I asked, walking backward toward the bed, pinching my prominent nipples through my thin shirt. I shivered at the sensation. “Or are you just going to watch me play with myself?”
“Fuck…” Zach moaned and shifted his cock inside his pants.
I fell back onto the bed and pulled my shirt up just high enough to expose my tits. “I want you to suck on the girls and make me cum that way. You don’t even have to take off your pants. I’ll keep my jeans on. Perfectly legit.” I pinched my nipples hard enough to cause a shock to run through my body.
“I can do that,” said Zach as he joined me on the bed. When he lay down on top of me I could feel his hard cock pressing against my leg.
I knew it wouldn’t be staying in his pants.
His mouth found my tits and I let him do his thing.
I wasn’t going to give him a moment’s respite. I rubbed my leg against his hardness.
“Oh fuck you’re going to make me cum,” he mumbled into my breast.
“Just like back in high school when I made you cum in your pants?” I asked him.
Yeah, Zach was my old high school boyfriend. We’ve been fucking—on and off—for that long. It’s complicated.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
I stopped moving my leg against his crotch. “Don’t cum in your pants,” I told him. “I want you to cum on my tits.”
Zach lifted his head to look at me. “Really?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“That’s new.”
I pushed his head back down, encouraging him to suck on me. “I know what I want. Just do it.” He started reaching for his pants. I stopped him. “No. Make me cum from my tits first.”
He nodded and focused on my breasts. I loved being sucked on. I loved it when he rolled nipples between his fingers. I loved cheating on Jay. That sounds awful, but that was the thought that made me cum. I was loud enough that Zach knew I had climaxed.
“Was it good for you?”
“Don’t be an ass,” I told him as I panted. “Get your dick out.”
Zach wasted no time. I was reclining on the bed and he was on his knees. The moment his cock was exposed I sat up and took him in my mouth.
I was well familiar with his cock. Zach was the first guy I had ever given a blowjob to. It was highly likely I had given more blowjobs to him than any other person, including Jay. I should have kept track.
He was already hard and sucking on him was a pleasure. It wouldn’t take long. I always knew when he was going to cum and it was easy to get him right up to the edge and stop.
“No, no, no,” he complained. “Why did you stop?”
“To torture you. You’re supposed to cum on my tits.”
“Right, right.” He started stroking himself. I watched for a moment but quickly got bored just watching. I pushed his hand aside and took over.
“I’m going to leave your cum on my tits until Jay gets home,” I told him.
And that was that. He popped off, his hot cum splashing on my chest and dripping down my stomach. I liked how his thick cum shot out of his cock.
After his last little ejaculation, I let go of his cock and rubbed the cum into my skin, concentrating it as much as possible on my nipples. Eventually it dried as I worked it, leaving a film behind. During this process I noticed that some had spattered on my shirt. I was going to have to change my top.
Panting while tucking his cock away, Zach asked, “Are you serious about leaving it on for Jay?”
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“That’s…kinky. And dangerous.”
“I can handle it,” I told him. “Can you?”
“Sure.” He finished pulling his pants up. “I’d better leave.”
“Jay won’t be home for hours.” I glanced at my watch. I still had a few minutes left to the unofficial lunch hour I always gave myself.
“But I have to get back to work and well…I’ll see you later.”
There were many reasons why a relationship never worked with Zach and me. However, the sex with him was always good.
“Were you wearing a different shirt this morning?” Jay asked me as we ate dinner.
I made a face. “Spilled coffee on it.”
“You work at home. No one is going to see.”
“I have standards,” I told him. “But you are right about no one being able to see. That’s why I’m not wearing a bra.” I quickly pulled up my top and showed off my perky tits. I didn’t just give him a quick glance. I held my shirt up, tempting him, anxious to see if he could detect Zach’s cum on me.
“Are you horny?” he asked me.
“Maybe a little…”
He reached out and tweaked my left nipple. I moaned at his touch. Could he tell?
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked as if we were discussing what to watch on TV.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded.
He twisted my nipple.
I moaned louder.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum right here at the table.”
Jay reached out with his other hand and started playing with my other nipple. He didn’t give any indication that he knew Zach’s cum was all over my tits.
“Do you want to cum right here at the table?”
“I always want to cum,” I whined. It was a bit embarrassing.
“Cum right here at the table and maybe I’ll fuck you,” he promised.
I nodded and focused on what he was doing to me. I focused on the thought of Zach’s cum on my tits. I wanted Jay to add his load to my tits. I wanted him to suck on my tits. I wanted him to abuse my nipples.
“Do you love my little tits?” I asked him.
“I fucking love them,” he told me. “I want to cum all over them.”
I came. That was what I needed to know.
“You are horny,” he said, letting go of my nipples.
I moved my chair at an angle to the table. “Come over here so I can give you a blowjob.”
“Sure!” He stood up and rounded the table. He had his pants open and his semi-hard cock out before I was ready for him.
“One favor,” I asked him.
“Sure. What?”
“Cum on my tits?”
Chapter 3
“What’s this?” I asked a couple of days later as Jay unexpectedly gave me a present in a small, fancy jewelry box.
“A present. For you.”
I opened the box. I wasn’t expecting an engagement ring. I didn’t want an engagement ring.
I was pleasantly surprised at the gift.
I knew what clover clamps were.
I loved that Jay thought about my tits as much as I did.
“Since you haven’t been wearing all those pretty bras I bought you, I thought that maybe you needed a little something else.
“Nipple clamps aren’t the same thing as a bra.”
It had been two weeks since I had started my milky tits prescription. I hadn’t started lactating yet. I told myself my bras were getting tighter, but that was just wishful thinking.
I was starting to get frustrated, but not because of a lack of sex.
“I want to fuck you while you wear them,” he told me.
Jay was a sweet man who I never would have guessed was so kinky. Sex with him from the start had been fun. But over the past few weeks he had taken a turn into the very kinky.
I withdrew the clover clamps from the box and paused. In the bottom of the box were a couple of teardrop shaped weights. I looked at the chain that connected the clamps. It was elegant, almost jewelry.
I appreciated the effort and money he had put into this gift.
“It might hurt my nipples,” I said softly but my pussy was getting wet and my nipples had already gotten hard. I already knew my answer.
“There’s a way to adjust the tension on the clamps,” he said, taking the half toy-half jewelry item from me to display how it worked. “And the harder you pull on the chain—or the more weight that’s added to it—increases the pressure.”
“And you thought I’d like this, why?”
I did like it. I just wanted to play with my boyfriend’s emotions.
“Because you really like having your tits played with,” he said. “And I thought the nipple suckers were weird…”
It would have been the perfect opportunity to tell him about my efforts to start lactating.
I passed up that opportunity.
I told myself it was because I wanted it to be a surprise for Jay.
That wasn’t the complete truth.
“It is sort of sexy…” I conceded.
“Want to try them on?” he asked way too eagerly.
I did want to try them on. It scared and excited me and those are the best combination of emotions when it comes to sex.
I didn’t directly answer Jay. I just pulled off my shirt but left on the thin white camisole I was wearing. I just pulled down the straps and exposed my little tits to him, arching my back just enough to show them off.
The clover clamps were surprisingly easy to use. I watched Jay manipulate them. While my nipples were a little bit on the small side, they weren’t that small. He got them on easily enough. When he let go—
“Holy fucking shit!” I wanted to collapse to the floor. My hands went to my tits and I wanted them off right now!
“Too intense?” asked Jay as he brushed aside my fumbling fingers. When he released the pressure it was almost worse than when he put them on. I gasped at the pain and grabbed myself. “I guess I must have had them all the way up.”
“Really?” I snapped at him. “You fucking think so?”
He fiddled with the toy for a moment. “All fixed.” When he moved to put them back on him, I stiff armed him.
“I don’t think so.”
“But you love having your tits played with.”
“But not tortured.”
“You’re being a baby,” Jay chided me.
“Then you fucking put them on!” I hadn’t let go of my abused nipples.
“Sure,” he said calmly and pulled off his shirt. I watched as he applied the device to his nipples. Being a man, his were much smaller than mine. Being a man he couldn’t let pain show. His expression said nothing. “See?”
“You’re gritting your teeth,” I accused him.
Jay sighed. “It feels nice,” he said.
“Really?” I grabbed the chain that connected the two clamps and pulled. I didn’t yank and Jay didn’t try to stop me.
I wasn’t sure how hard to pull so I started off firmly, but carefully.
Jay’s expression barely changed.
“It’s kind of nice,” he commented. “Different. You normally just do little circles with your fingers when you play with mine.”
“Sometimes I suck them,” I reminded him. I didn’t play with his nipples nearly enough. I pulled harder on the chain. Attaching the weights seemed silly right now. I could see the arms of the clamps draw together.
I studied Jay’s face.
“Intense,” he said calmly.
“Do you like them?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Who wouldn’t?”
“Me.”
“You want to try them again, don’t you?”
I didn’t.
But I did.
The second time was better. He had the tension just right so it felt like my nipples were constantly being firmly squeezed, getting the attention they deserved.
“Okay, I get it now.”
“I want to fuck you while you wear them.”
“Umm…”
“Doggy style. The clamps will hang down and you’ll love it.
I had to undress carefully while Jay practically threw off his clothes. I didn’t want to take the clamps off and then have to put them back on.
By the time I was ready and getting into position on the bed, my pussy was wet because of the nipple stimulation. Jay was so worked up about this little game, that he was already hard. I didn’t have to touch him at all.
I liked doggy. It’s an underrated position. I liked Jay’s cock. It was a well-rated cock, at least in my mind.
We started fucking and it was instantly intense. I liked the way he could fuck me and my tits got the attention they deserved and his hands could rove all over my body.
We fucked for a few minutes. He got to me to cum a couple of times, which is not an extraordinarily difficult accomplishment, but I appreciated his efforts.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” he whispered in my ear as he leaned forward and onto me forcing me to take his weight, locking my arms.
“No fucking idea. Make me cum again?”
“Uh huh. Of course. Always. But when you cum I’m going to take the clamps off.”
“Sure…”
Then I thought about it for a moment. My nipples hadn’t gone numb, but I knew what would happen to them if we left the clamps on long enough. I didn’t want to take them off. I didn’t want to leave them on.
I was stuck in a sexual mindfuck.
“Go ahead and cum in me,” I encouraged him.
“Not until you cum again,” he said as he fucked me faster. His hand slid down from my side and went between my legs.
If I hadn’t been so distracted and on the edge of lust I would have fought off his exploring hand. I was helpless to resist. I didn’t want to resist.
His finger found my clit. I moaned. He rubbed. I tensed up. I was going to cum. It was inevitable.
“Please…” I begged. I wasn’t sure what it was I was begging for.
“Cum for me,” he said.
I came. I came hard. I didn’t want to cum so hard. I’m not quiet when I cum. Jay knew my body well. Plus my pussy tensed up and got incredibly hot. Of course he knew when I came.
“Good girl,” he complimented me. His hands found my tits.
The clamps came off.
The intense sensation—pain?—was blinding.
I came again.
Jay thrusted a few more times and I felt his cock dumping its load in me.
I didn’t ever want the clamps back on, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the next time we would use them.
Chapter 4
The next morning I inspected my tits in the bathroom mirror. Both areolas were lightly bruised. I sort of liked the look of the bruises.
Were they swollen with bruises? It was hard to say.
In the shower, under the water, I carefully washed and inspected my tits. They were sore, but I still wanted to play with the clamps again. I knew I’d have to wait a few days. If I put them back on I was certain that I’d faint.
Today called for my softest, most comfortable bra.
“I love you,” Jay told me as he was about to step out the door to go to work and I could make my twenty step commute to my desk.
“I’m sure you do.”
He pulled me to him for a kiss. I winced as my chest pressed against him.
“Problem?”
“The girls aren’t used to such intense play.”
“Maybe a cold pack?” he suggested after we kissed.
“I don’t want to go through the day with hard nipples.”
He left.
I was a little bit glad. I needed some alone time.
I was ten minutes into my work day when I got a text from Zach.
Zach: Are you busy today?
Me: Always. Always working.
I knew what he wanted and I wasn’t going to give it to him.
I wanted him to give it to me.
Zach: Do you have a few free minutes to see me?
Me: You just want to get laid.
Zach: I want to give you the sort of intense sexual experience you don’t get with other men
Me: Jay used nipple clamps on me last night. I don’t need any other intense sexual experiences.
Zach: Ouch! Did they hurt?
I gave his question a few minutes’ thought. I was also working. He would have to wait.
Me: Yes. But I liked it.
Zach: I didn’t know you were a masochist
Me: I’m not. I just like new experiences.
Zach: So…should I come over or not?
Me: I’m sorry but not today. I have a lot of work and I don’t want my tits touched.
Zach: I could just touch your pussy
Me: Generous offer, but no.
Zach: Maybe tomorrow?
Me: Maybe.
When I was done dealing with Zach I went into the kitchen and seriously considered putting ice on my tits. They were aching, vaguely throbbing, and sore. A massage might help the sore flesh or it might make it worse. I couldn’t decide what to do.
I put a couple of bags of frozen vegetables on my chest. The cold penetrated my shirt and bra, but it wasn’t enough. I went to the bedroom to look for a camisole or other lingerie that could hold a bag of frozen peas against my boobs. To be on the safe side, I went to the bathroom and inspected my tits.
They were as perky as ever. The slight bruises were still there. I couldn’t decide if the tone change in the color of my areolas was actually bruising or if they were turning blue from the frozen bagged produce.
I risked a careful breast massage.
I moaned a little as I touched myself.
And then my heart jumped and raced when a thin, clear liquid seeped out of my nipples.
I was certain that Jay had permanently damaged my tits.
Then I laughed at myself when I realized what had actually happened.
“Was it the drugs or was it the clamps?” I asked my reflection.
I had seen videos of women with overfull boobs hand expressing themselves onto mirrors or other glass surfaces. I wasn’t there yet. I had just started.
It wasn’t much, but I had started.
I wondered what Jay was going to think.
The first thing was I had to get him to nurse—gently!—from me and see how things went from there.
Getting through the rest of the day was an exercise in keeping myself focused and not letting my boobs distract me. Somehow I managed to keep my right hand on the keyboard and mouse as I made adjustment after adjustment to book after book of spreadsheets, but my left hand kept wandering back inside my shirt to manually inspect my boobs.
Each time I pulled my fingers back, they were wet. Not soaking, but wet enough to let me know that my boobs were working and my nipples were leaking milk.
In almost any other context, it would have been disgusting, but I found it to be hot.
I wanted Jay to find it hot as well.
Only after my tits started working did it occur to me that this little endeavor I had started might completely fuck up my life.
I couldn’t wait for Jay to get home so I could seduce him into bed before dinner and reveal my little secret.
Naturally, that’s not how it worked out.
I did spend a little time getting ready before he arrived, not going all out on an outfit, but I found the silk camisole that was pretty and gave me just a little bit of support. If I got too dressy, he would know something was up, so I just put on a pink thong and tight jeans.
All of my seduction plans were tossed out the window when he walked in the door. Instead of playing coy or even sexy where I would lure him into the bedroom, I rushed up to him for a hug and kiss. That might have been okay if I hadn’t blurted out the words, “Wanna fuck?”
He chuckled a tiny bit and then said, “I like a woman who is direct. What’s gotten you all hot and bothered?”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bedroom. “I’m going to let you find out.”
Once we started kissing on the bed, I settled down. This was just going to be sex and he’d be thrilled when he found out the magic trick my tits were now performing.
I was aggressive. I forced, as much as I was able to force a much bigger and stronger man, onto his back so I could ride him. We were both fully clothed but I quickly set about changing that. He didn’t object at all as I started stripping him. He helped. He was happy to get his clothes off and before I knew it, I was sucking his cock. I was still fully dressed and I didn’t want him to cum too soon, but I loved having his hard flesh in my mouth.
I had to force myself to take a break, and did so, sitting up and straddling his legs, stroking his cock with one hand as I unbuttoned my blouse so he could see the camisole I had worn for him.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked. “Not that I’m upset, but you normally don’t attack me the second I walk through the door.”
“Can’t a girl be horny and want to fuck?” I asked as I finally managed to shrug out of my blouse. My tits were still hidden by the white silk. I could feel the fine fabric rasping over my sensitive nipples.
“Did you play with the nipple clamps today?” he teased me. “I knew you’d like them.”
I shook my head. “They bruised me.” I kept working his cock, but slowly, drawing out our game.
“Did they?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh. Want to see?”
“Do I want to see your tits? Yes. Always.”
I let go of his cock and arched my back. My nipples were erect but they weren’t leaking. That was good. I started to draw up the garment, but then I changed my mind and leaned forward, shoving my chest in Jay’s face.
He was smart enough to take a hint. He sucked my left nipple through the silk. I shivered.
“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned softly.
“You like that?” His words were slightly muffled by the silk and my small tits.
“I fucking love it.”
He turned his head enough to catch the right nipple. Jay had left the silk wet over the left nipple and the damp silk clung to my pink flesh.
“Keep doing that and you’ll make me cum,” I told him.
“That’s the idea, right?”
I braced my hands against his chest and pushed away, forcing myself upright. He gazed lovingly at me.
I pulled the cami over my head, revealing my tits. He critically evaluated them.
“They don’t look bruised,” he said. “Well…maybe. The area around your nipples looks a little darker than usual.”
“The areola,” I told him. “And they are bruised,” I insisted. “They are so sensitive…”
“Maybe you’re just really horny.” He sat up and his lips found a nipple and he sucked and I trembled.
“Your tits are the sweetest,” he moaned into my body.
“Thank you,” I breathed and moaned. His lips were eager. Maybe I was a little bruised, but I wanted every bit of attention he was willing to give me.
At that moment, Jay was obsessed with my tits. Much more so than usual. I loved it. I let him do what he wanted. I wasn’t going to cum from the nipple sucking, but I wanted to.
After a few minutes of too much affection he pulled back and critically evaluated my nipples, staring at one and fingering the other. I liked the attention.
“Something is up,” he said. “I know you. You’re up to something, Ellen.”
“Who? Me?” I asked innocently.
All I had to do was open my mouth and tell the truth.
The truth and I sometimes had a difficult relationship.
I didn’t say a word.
I wanted to tell him what I was doing but I liked keeping secrets.
How else could I explain Zach?
Besides the sex, I mean.
“Yes, you,” Jay said. “But I’m going to let you keep your little secret.”
“I’m not—”
He cut me off by putting a finger to my lips.
“I’ll find out…eventually.”
“How about you just fuck me?” I offered.
That’s all it took. He tore off my jeans. I don’t think he even noticed the pretty pink thong I had put on just for him.
A few seconds later I was on my back and he had kissed his way down to my pussy. I was already wet; I was far too worked up. When his tongue found my clit, I practically had a seizure.
“I love it when you cum on my face,” he told me after my orgasm had faded. I didn’t fail to notice he wiped a good deal of my girlcum from his face.
“You sucked on my tits,” I pointed out. “I was ready to go.”
“Good, good,” he agreed and changed position, getting on top of me. I was so wet and eager from my initial orgasm that Jay’s cock easily slipped inside me. I moaned and wrapped my legs and arms around him, welcoming him inside. When I kissed him, I could taste my pussy.
I wondered when my milk fully came in if I would be able to taste that when he nursed from me.
That thought propelled me over to a second orgasm in record time.
Well, the dirty thought and Jay’s hard cock.
“You are an eager slut tonight,” he told me.
“Uh-huh.” I didn’t want to talk; I wanted to fuck.
“You going to tell me why?”
“Uh-uh.” It was less of not wanting to tell him and more of an inability to do so.
“Then I’m just going to have to fuck you hard.”
I nodded happily as he did just that. It should have hurt. I didn’t.
I loved it.
I lost track of my orgasms.
I almost felt bad that Jay only came once to my many.
Almost.
I blamed the orgasm discrepancy on him ducking his head to suck on my tits as he fucked me.
If only he knew what he was doing to me…
Chapter 5
Zach: How are your tits today?
I had to give it to him. He was completely direct when it came to what he wanted.
Me: A little less sore.
Zach: Can I come over at lunch and suck on them and fuck you silly?
It was barely eight o’clock and I had yet to start my work day. It was arguably way too early to make such a proposal.
Me: Do you want to know why they’re sore?
Zach: I assume from Jay’s nipple clamps
Me: No. From him and me fucking last night.
Zach: I didn’t think your tits were big enough to be titty fucked
Me: He didn’t tit fuck me. He just sucked on them. A lot.
Zach: I see
Zach: So can I come over or not?
Me: Only if you promise to be gentle with my tits and to make me cum.
Zach: I promise.
I had no idea if Zach was going to be gentle with me, but I didn’t really care. I wanted him to suck on my tits. I wanted them sucked on every day because I needed to start making milk.
Was I using him to get my milk?
Yes.
Was he using me for sex?
Yes.
Was I an awful, cheating slut?
Also yes.
Was I going to be honest with my boyfriend or my FWB?
Definitely not.
Zach showed up at the appointed time. His eyes were riveted to my chest even though I was wearing a very modest button down shirt and soft, supportive camisole underneath it.
After greeting me with a kiss, he said, “I’ll do anything you ask.” His body was pressed against mine as he asked this; I could feel his already hard cock.
“You shouldn’t make promises like that,” I told him.
“I’m an impetuous lad.”
“Okay. Since you offered.” I pushed back from him and smiled. “Strip.”
“Sure.”
I watched him undress. I liked his body and I liked his cock. I was well-familiar with them both. I just watched. I didn’t undress myself.
Once he was naked his hand went to his cock and he started stroking himself. Since he was already good and hard, it was for his own enjoyment, not to get himself ready for me.
We were in the living room. The carpeting was just soft enough so that when I went down on him and took his cock into my mouth my knees wouldn’t suffer.
He moaned a bit and said, “I thought you wanted me to suck on your tits.”
I didn’t answer him right away. My mouth was full of cock. I sucked him another minute before saying, “Maybe I’m going to suck you off first and then you can focus on my tits and not have to think about when you get to cum.”
“Oh…ohhh,” he moaned as I resumed my blowjob. But I didn’t put his cock into my mouth; I sucked on his velvety smooth balls. He shaved them. I liked how they felt shaved. I needed to convince Jay to shave his. As I sucked on his balls I worked his shaft with one hand. I would have teased his asshole with the fingers of my other hand, but the way he was standing made that impossible.
Any woman who doesn’t enjoy sucking cock I have serious questions about. Is there a more intimate way for a woman to show how much she likes her partner? It’s fun to control a man that way. It’s delightful to hear his reactions. He might think he’s getting a treat but he’s really just subjecting himself to wanting me more.
When he started throbbing and I knew he was on the edge, he gave me a warning.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”
I didn’t stop. I sucked and stroked harder. His legs were trembling. My lips were sealed around the crown of his cock when he finally came. The thick liquid flooded my mouth forcing me to swallow. The taste was strong as it should be. He grunted and groaned as I continued to work him through his climax. He eventually staggered back and fell onto the couch.
I smacked my lips and got off my knees. “I’ll be right back,” I told him and went to the kitchen, returning a minute later with two bottles of water, offering one to him. I opened the other and drank quickly, wetting my mouth and washing away the taste of his cum. I liked cum, but I didn’t like it to linger forever on my tongue.
Zach drank greedily as he sat naked on my couch.
“Ready to worship my tits?” I asked him.
He ruefully chuckled. “What if I’m not? What if I’m spent from your truly incredible blowjob?”
“Then you won’t be coming back here. Ever.”
He scoffed at me. “The longest we’ve ever gone without fucking is what? About six months?”
“Fourteen months,” I said, already knowing the answer. “Our lives didn’t line up when we were both away at college.”
“You’ll have me back,” he said with confidence.
I popped open the buttons to my shirt and tugged down the camisole, exposing my tits to him, arching my back just enough to show them off. “Or you can come back tomorrow for another fuck and suck if you properly attend to my tits today.”
I didn’t need to ask again. He crawled across the floor to me and gently kissed and then started sucking on my nipples.
“I would happily worship your tits every day of the week and twice on Sunday.”
I moaned at his profession of fealty to me, or at least my tits. “But I have a boyfriend who can do that for me,” I pointed out.
“Then why am I here?” he asked around my soft flesh.
I was starting to go weak in the knees.
Why was he there indeed?
Because I wanted two men giving soft kisses and intimate suckling to my tits.
What were a few white lies with that goal in mind?
I held his face to my chest and he gave me all the attention I deserved. I leaned into him, making him support me.
It’s not impossible to remain standing while cumming, but I was glad I had Zach’s strong back to keep me upright.
“You came,” he commented.
I grabbed his hand and brought it between my legs. I was only wearing a pair of leggings over my silk panties. He didn’t just feel my heat, but my wetness.
“Are you like this all the time?” he asked me, already knowing the answer.
“Only when I’m being a slut.” I gave him a kiss. “Are you going to make me cum again?”
“You have but to ask.”
Zach pulled down my pants and underwear and moved me over to the couch. When I spread my legs his tongue found my wet and pulsing clit. A minute later I was cumming on his face.
“Enough foreplay,” I moaned. “You need to fuck me.”
I looked down at his cock. He was sadly soft.
“Give me a minute,” he said as he started to work himself with his hand.
I shook my head and found my panties, pulling them back into place. “No. Lunchtime is almost over and I need to eat something other than your cum. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Maybe?” he whined.
“Yes. Maybe. You need to be a good boy about this otherwise you aren’t getting my tits or pussy or ass for a long, long time.”
Reluctantly Zach got dressed and left.
I had plenty of time left for my lunch hour, but he didn’t need to know that. He needed to be carefully controlled by me. I’m sure he’d appreciate it once he knew the full truth.
I had no intention of ever telling him the full truth.
My tits were still vaguely aching hours later. I had to massage myself to relieve the tension. I even followed some of the advice found on the internet and used a rice bag heated in the microwave and held it against my boobs for some relief.
Oddly, it worked.
I added to that a dose of Tylenol because I trust modern medicine. After all, I was using pills to bring in my milk so I might as well use pills to alleviate some of the pain.