Queen of Cream
Elliot Silvestri
Queen of Cream
An Erotic Lactation Novel
Elliot Silvestri
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.
Queen of Cream
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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
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
About the Author
Chapter 1
Martin couldn’t stop staring at Sarah’s breasts. He couldn’t actually see them. He could just see their shape through her loose-fitting shirt. More importantly, he could see the outlines of her nipples through the shirt.
They were big nipples.
They were distracting nipples.
Especially since Sarah’s house right now was warm. Extremely warm. Hot enough to cause her and Martin to sweat.
It would have made sense for her nipples to be erect if the house had been cold, but it wasn’t.
Martin had been summoned to Sarah’s house to fix her heating system. Instead of not working at all, it wouldn’t stop putting out heat. A quick assessment determined that the problem wasn’t the thermostat, but a sensor in the boiler. It wasn’t exactly an easy fix, but one that was doable in just this one trip.
“It should cool off soon enough,” Martin said, still staring at her chest instead of her face. He knew he should look away, but he couldn’t help himself. He knew he was going to get a bad customer service review, but was already telling himself it was worth it.
“Thank you.”
He smiled. It was easy to smile looking at her chest. “It’s a good thing this happened in the middle of winter, right? Better a little too hot than to have no heat at all right now. Right?” He sounded like he was babbling. He knew he should leave.
The problem, other than Sarah’s distracting nipples, was that she was also beautiful. Yes, she was older, but that didn’t bother him. He was just glad to have his clipboard of work orders that hid his erection.
“You’re right,” she agreed. Her face was shining from sweat. She was one of those women who worked at home. They were standing in the hallway next to the thermostat that he had just corrected. One doorway led to her at-home office. At least one other door led to a bedroom. “Do you like what you see?” she asked abruptly.
“What?”
Martin managed to tear his eyes away from her chest. He briefly looked down at the floor, noted she was wearing black leggings and was barefoot, before focusing on her face.
“Do you like what you see?” she repeated abruptly.
Martin’s face flushed bright red. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been staring.” He was fucked. He probably wouldn’t get fired, but he was certain he’d have an uncomfortable conversation with HR tomorrow.
Much to his surprise, Sarah shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. Lots of men stare at my tits.”
Martin didn’t know what to do or say. “Uh…I’d better go. If you’d just sign the work order…”
“My nipples are almost always hard,” she told him, not accepting the clipboard he offered to her. “Do you want to know why?”
“Uh…” Words failed him.
“Do you want to know why?” she repeated.
“I have no idea.” This was uncomfortable to say the least.
“It’s a yes or no question,” Sarah clarified. “Do you want to know why?”
“Yes…” He knew that was the wrong answer. There was no right answer.
In response, Sarah lifted up her t-shirt to display a pair of the most beautiful breasts that Martin had ever seen in his life in person.
They were large, much larger than Millie’s. He tried not to think about Millie right now.
Sarah’s nipples were a dusky pink and large, which he already knew, with areolas that were perfectly sized to both her nipples and breasts.
All of that was fine. Great. What he couldn’t believe—besides a woman he didn’t know abruptly exposing herself to him—was that she had golden rings piercing her nipples as well. He wondered how he had missed that when staring at her tits earlier, hidden by her t-shirt.
“Wow.” It was understated, but at least it was a compliment.
Martin didn’t see it, but Sarah grinned broadly, satisfied at his reaction to her behavior.
“Do you like them?”
There was only one correct answer to this question.
“You have beautiful tits,” he said and winced when the words were out of his mouth. A simple “yes” would have been a better response.
“Would you like to touch them?” she asked.
It was more than passing strange to have a conversation with a woman holding up her shirt to show off her boobs.
However, the answer to her question was yes. Martin tried to think clearly even as she was purposely distracting him. He remembered his training when he was hired at the company. Some people would do whatever they could to get out of paying. But all Sarah had to do was sign the work order. No payment was necessary.
Somehow Martin managed to get a hold of himself. “You just need to sign the work order. This is covered by your contract. It’s essentially free.”
“Are you gay?” Sarah asked, pulling down her shirt and accepting the clipboard from him.
“What? Am I gay?”
Sarah signed the form and handed it back to him. “Yes. Are you gay? A straight man would be all over these girls.”
“I’m not gay.”
“So…you just aren’t interested in me?”
“I’m interested!” he protested.
“So what’s the problem then?”
Martin was confused.
“Are you…are you actually propositioning me?”
“Yes. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid. The heat has gotten me hot.”
“I have a girlfriend,” he protested.
“So?”
“Uh…” It wasn’t that Martin didn’t have an answer for her. It was that he was distracted by her chest again.
Dark stains were growing on her t-shirt in front of her breasts.
She saw him staring and looked down at her chest.
She shrugged. “I’m leaking.” Sarah seemed unconcerned.
“You’re what?”
“I’m leaking,” she explained. “When I get turned on, my milk leaks.” She looked directly into his eyes. “I’m turned on right now, so my milk is letting down.”
“Your milk?” Martin was confused.
“Yes. My milk. The whole reason breasts exist.”
“Wow.”
She glanced down at his crotch. Even through his work pants, his erection was obvious.
“You’ve got a hardon,” she pointed out.
Martin covered himself. “Sorry.”
She shook her head. “No. It’s a compliment to me. Want to taste my milk?”
That was a question Martin never would have imagined hearing from any woman in his lifetime. Oddly, he wasn’t turned off by her proposition. He was intrigued.
“Are you really offering to…”
Sarah pulled up her t-shirt again, this time removing it entirely. She wiped at her breasts, removing some of the drops of milk that were forming on the tips of her nipples. “Yes. I love to be nursed. It’s my kink. What’s your kink?”
“I…I don’t think I have one.”
She pointed down the hall. “I’m hot. I’m going to my room. You can go to your next job…or you can join me.”
Sarah sauntered down the hall. Martin watched her ass in the tight black leggings she was wearing. He tried to determine if she was wearing any panties. He couldn’t tell.
There was only one way to find out.
He knew it was a terrible decision the moment he started walking down the hall, but he couldn’t help himself.
When he got to her bedroom, Sarah was already laying on her bed, digging through the nightstand. On the bed next to her was a large purple vibrator. In her hands she had some complex device that had plastic cones and tubes and a box and what looked like two baby bottles. Martin had a good idea what the purpose of it was, but he didn’t want to see it being used.
She smiled when he walked in. “What’s the fastest you’ve ever gone from meeting to bed?” she asked.
“What?” He was still staring at her tits. They were just as attractive when she was horizontal as she was vertical.
“Time between meeting someone and fucking someone?” she clarified.
Martin’s head was spinning. “Uh…I don’t know…maybe a couple of months.”
She made a show of checking her watch. “Looks like you’re going to change that to less than two hours.” She patted the bed next to her. “Join me.”
He knew he should have left. Instead he got out of his work boots as quickly as he could, dropped his tool belt, and slipped onto the bed with her.
Sarah’s kisses were soft. Her lips were soft. When he decided to be bold and cup her breast, he found they were soft as well. It was a bit odd feeling the hard metal ring against her flesh, but that was interesting as well.
“Suck on my tits,” she told him. “I need it.”
Martin found it easy to do what she said. He kissed his way down her neck, over her collar bone, along the soft flesh of her breast, and then found her nipple.
It felt odd taking the firm nub in his mouth because of the gold ring. Her nipple was sweet. That was odd. It should have just tasted of skin. Maybe some sweat. She moaned softly. He sucked on her nipple.
She shuddered minutely.
His mouth was flooded with liquid sweetness. Martin automatically swallowed but then pulled back.
“Your milk is sweet!” he exclaimed.
She laughed at him and gave him a quick kiss.
“Of course it is. What were you expecting?”
Martin didn’t have an answer. Instead he went back to sucking on her nipple.
It was like the sweetest fruit juice but mild. He tried not to think about what this meant. Did she have a baby hidden away somewhere in the house? Was there something wrong with her and she was making milk when she wasn’t pregnant? Was she some sort of freak who did weird things to her body? Other than the exhibitionism and the nipple rings—both of which weren’t all that unusual—she seemed perfectly normal.
He found that he liked nursing on her tits. He switched back and forth between her breasts. She let him explore however he wanted. Her moans and sighs told him he was doing everything right. His cock was hard and uncomfortable inside his jeans, but he figured he’d eventually get his pants off.
Then the real trouble would begin.
Something primal was awoken in Martin as he nursed from Sarah. It wasn’t just that he was in bed with a beautiful woman. It was more. He couldn’t ignore the fact she was significantly older than him…and he liked that idea. There was something about the fact that he was getting both a sexual thrill from drinking her milk along with gathering strength from the way the milk nourished him.
For her part, Sarah absently ran her fingers through his hair as he nursed. She couldn’t help but think that he needed to either let it grow a bit longer or get it cut short. It was in that awkward in-between stage.
“Are you just going to suck on my tits or are you going to do something else?” she eventually asked him.
“What…what do you want me to do?”
Sarah laughed at him. She couldn’t help it. “Generally when you get in bed with a woman and she allows you to kiss and suck her tits, it’s an invitation to sex. And more sex.
“I didn’t know how far…”
“Take off my pants. Take off your pants and fuck me,” she patiently explained to him.
Martin didn’t move.
After giving Martin a second, she pushed him away.
“Wait. I’m sorry!” he started to protest but stopped. Sarah was in the process of pulling down her leggings. In the same motion she removed her pink panties. He noted she was actually wearing a thong. Then he looked at her pussy.
Sarah had medium-length auburn hair that came down just past her shoulders. Her pussy hair was barely a shade darker. She manicured it into a two inch wide strip.
“You like sucking tits,” she observed. “Do you like eating pussy?”
Martin nodded and started to move between her legs, eager to please her.
Sarah closed her legs. “Take off your clothes, first,” she demanded. “I want to see your cock. I want to know what I’m going to be working with.” She smirked. “I want to make sure you have the right tools for the job.”
If he had been smart, Martin would have gotten off the bed, put his boots back on, and left the house as quickly as possible.
Instead, he moved off the bed and quickly stripped down.
The moment his erect cock came into view, Sarah was unable to stop a huge smile from spreading across her face. “You have a lovely cock,” she complimented him.
“Umm…thanks?”
She laughed. “Mind if I suck it?”
Sarah didn’t give him much choice. She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, grabbed him by the balls and pulled his cock to her mouth.
He moaned as she started sucking him.
She was good. Very good. Maybe it wasn’t the best blowjob he had ever gotten—that was from a fat girl he knew in high school—but it was a close second.
After a minute he pushed her back.
“Problem?” she asked coolly.
“I was going to cum.”
“You could have cum in my mouth,” she told him.
“I…I thought you wanted to have sex.”
“Isn’t that what we were doing?”
“I though…you wanted to be fucked. By me.” He was stumbling over his words. He knew she was teasing and mocking him, but he couldn’t clear his head and think clearly.
“Well, I do, but there’s something lovely about a nice blowjob, don’t you think?”
Martin couldn’t answer that question.
She hadn’t let go of his cock. “You do have a beautiful cock. Not too big and not too small. Just lovely. Does your girlfriend like your cock?” As she talked she continued to slide her hand up and down on his length, not giving him the chance to focus.
“Yeah…yeah she likes it.” That was a terrible answer and he knew it. “Fuck! Wait! I can’t cheat on her!” He tried to pull away from Sarah.
He didn’t try very hard.
“I’d say you’ve already cheated on her. Are you going to tell her about what you did with me?”
“NO!”
“Then why not fuck me?” she asked, letting go of him and laying back.
Martin knew he should have left. He didn’t.
He climbed on the bed and on top of Sarah. She took his cock in hand and guided it into her pussy.
It was wonderful and warm and wet and he sank all the way inside her before he realized he hadn’t touched her pussy at all.
It took Millie a good amount of foreplay to get wet enough for penetration.
Martin didn’t want to compare his girlfriend to Sarah. Instead he just let his lizard brain take over and he fucked Sarah, holding back just enough so that he didn’t cum too soon.
Her body was warm and soft and she grabbed his ass, encouraging him to go deeper.
“Cum in me,” she begged. “I want to feel you hot cum inside me. I love a cheating cock.”
That was all it took for him to finish. The orgasm was intense, leaving him panting. He wasn’t sure if Sarah had cum at all. He felt like a failure.
“Very good boy,” she complimented him. “I like a nice quick fuck, don’t you?”
He was glad he hadn’t disappointed her.
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you want some more milk?” she offered him.
Martin lifted his head off her chest. “Really?”
She shoved him to the side and gathered the flesh of her breasts in her hands. “I’m still pretty full.”
Apparently Sarah didn’t mind having cum leak out of her pussy after sex and didn’t mind his wet and semi-hard cock pressing against her legs as Martin had a second long drink from both her tits.
It was the strangest thing. He liked nursing from her. Maybe he could have told himself that it was just a curiosity thing, something he tried once to say he did it. But not now. Maybe it was a little beyond normal kinky, but he liked the taste of Sarah’s breast milk.
He’d do it again given half a chance.
When Sarah determined her tits were completely empty, she said to him, “You’d better go. I have work to do this afternoon.”
Martin knew he was already behind on his afternoon schedule.
He kept asking himself the same question over and over as he dressed and then left Sarah’s house.
Was it worth it?
Chapter 2
“You’re late,” said Millie as Martin walked through the door.
“Sorry. Lots of people are begging for heat today.” It was a believable excuse, but he was supposed to try to get home early on Wednesdays. It was the one day during the week when she didn’t have to rush off to her evening classes. It was their time together.
“It’s fine. Dinner’s ready.”
“Just let me wash my hands,” he said. Normally he’d shower but that wasn’t possible, Martin knew that, because she was waiting for him. He needed to wash his dick, wash off the scent of Sarah’s body from his own. In the bathroom he used a washcloth to wipe down his cock the best he could, washed his hands, and joined his girlfriend at the table.
She had no clue he had cheated on her.
He was determined to keep her in the dark.
It was a normal dinner for them. It was a normal evening for them. After dinner he managed to shower, silently thanking his lucky stars Millie hadn’t wanted to give him a blowjob immediately after dinner. He watched a few shows while she studied.
He was nervous when they got ready for bed. Almost always they had sex on Wednesday nights. He was worried about being able to perform.
If Millie knew anything was up, she didn’t give any indication. He was down to just his boxers and she stripped off her clothes and pulled on a nightshirt. Looking at her body, he couldn’t help but compare it to Sarah’s.
Millie was all about sharp lines and flat planes. Her body was trim and thin partly because she ran two miles every morning and partly because she forgot to eat too often. Her tits were practically non-existent.
It didn’t take much for Martin to summon up an image of Sarah. Her body was richer, more luxuriant than Millie’s. Sarah was all about soft curves.
Just thinking about her made him hard.
Millie noticed his erection under his boxers the moment her nightshirt was in place.
“Are you that horny?” she asked, slightly amused.
Martin covered the tent his erection was making. “Sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for?” She crawled onto the bed with him. “Maybe I like hard cocks.”
“I don’t know. I just had a long day.”
He stared at her nervously as she reached for the waistband of his boxers. He reminded himself there was no way for her to tell he had fucked another woman earlier in the day. He had showered. He was hard. Everything was normal.
Normal-ish.
Millie pulled down his boxers to mid-thigh, gently circled her fingers around his hardness, and licked him from his sack to the tip of his cock where he was already oozing precum.
Martin took a breath and settled down. Everything was fine.
As hard as she tried, Millie wasn’t as good at sucking cock as Sarah was. Martin tried hard not to make that comparison, but it was nagging at him.
She didn’t need to suck his cock. He was already nice and hard. Sarah’s memory had been enough to cause that.
He tried to pull her up to him, grabbing her forearms to encourage her to move forward.
“Let me fuck you,” he said to her.
She shook her head. “No. I want to ride your cock.”
“Uh…okay. Why?”
She laughed at him. “Can’t a girl just be horny?”
Millie sat up and pulled her nightshirt up over her head and tossed it aside. “I’ve been dealing with fucking kids all day and studying and I just need a little release where I’m in charge, okay?”
“Sure.”
“Don’t you like your girlfriend fucking you?”
“I do,” he said in all sincerity.
Milie grinned. “Remember those words.”
He laughed nervously. “Do you want me to—”
He had been about to ask if she wanted him to go down on her, but she had already grabbed his cock and was sliding it between her pussy lips. She was wet. Incredibly wet. How had that happened?
How was he so lucky to get to fuck two women on the same day?
She inserted him inside her and took a couple pumps of her thighs to take him all the way inside her. Maybe Martin didn’t have the biggest cock, but no one had ever complained about it. Sarah had said it was beautiful. More than once Millie had said it was the perfect size for her.
After looking at his cock disappearing up into her, he stared at Millie’s bare chest.
Her tits were nowhere near as big as Sarah’s. They were barely tits at all. They had always been perfect for Martin. He had never complained. He sort of liked that she was small-chested because he didn’t have to hear her complain about back pain or clothes being too tight or always having to wear a bra.
And he didn’t say anything because he knew she was sensitive about it. Her nipples were small. Her areolas were small. Her breasts were small.
But they were perfect for him.
Reaching up he cupped her small mounds of flesh and caught her tiny nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
She shivered. “Careful.” Millie’s eyes were closed and she was rocking up and down, back and forth, enjoying the sensation of being filled by her boyfriend’s cock.
Unable to help himself, Martin gently pinched.
Millie shivered again. “Careful…” Her voice was husky. Her motions slowed.
“Do you like this?”
“Yeah…but…careful…”
“Can you cum from me playing with your tits?”
“I don’t know…”
“Want to find out?”
She had stopped moving now. Millie forced her eyes open.
“What do you mean?” she managed to ask.
“Want me to play with them?” He gently rolled her nipples back and forth. “Pinch them?” He squeezed a bit. Her pussy tightened on his cock. “Suck them.” He released one nipple and then sat up so he could suck on it for a few moments.
The moment he lay back down, she sighed. “You don’t have to stop…”
“You want me to make you cum, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh…”
He reached down between her legs. Millie completely shaved her pussy. She always had the entire time he had known her. It was easy to find her clit and rub it with his thumb.
Millie quivered atop him.
“What about my tits?” she whined.
“Don’t you want me to make you cum?”
“Yeah…” Millie was so confused at the moment she didn’t care how she came; she just needed to cum.
She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest. He thrusted his cock up into her, bouncing her around. Martin moved his hand from between her legs up to her tits again, first caressing them, but then pinching.
Millie gasped at the pinch. She wanted to scream at him to tell him to stop, but then she was cumming and she couldn’t do anything.
Eventually she just collapsed on Martin’s chest. “Oh…fuck that was good. You should play with my tits more often.”
“I can do that.”
For just a second Martin was tempted to tell her what had happened to him during the day.
Then he came to his senses and for once made a smart decision…and kept his mouth shut.
Martin was more than happy to just forget everything. He’d never have to see Sarah again. He’d focus on his girlfriend, maybe pay a little extra attention to Millie’s tits during sex and make her feel good about herself.
It was a simple and elegant solution to a problem he had created.
Chapter 3
Sarah: I’m horny
It was a simple and elegant text. The sort of text that got Sarah what she wanted when she wanted.
Reg: Do you really expect me to come running when you say you’re horny?
Sarah: Yes
Her response to his question was immediate. His response to her “yes” took a few minutes.
Reg: I do have a wife, you know…
Sarah: I’m your ex-wife…
His response came quicker this time.
Reg: Not the same. You’re going to get me in trouble.
Sarah: I do things SHE won’t. Plus I have all this lovely milk for you…
Reg: You’re nothing but trouble.
Sarah: You don’t have time to drop by after work?
Reg didn’t answer her. Sarah wasn’t upset. She was confident. She liked working at home. She could take a break whenever she wanted to use her breast pump or masturbate or sext with her ex.
Maybe still having sex with the man she divorced was a terrible idea, but Sarah’s life had been a series of terrible ideas.
It was just after 4:30 when her bell rang. Sarah walked with supreme confidence to the front door, opening it to reveal Reg standing there, a sour expression on his face.
“I have thirty minutes, no more,” he told her.
“I knew you’d be here,” she said smugly.
As usual he was wearing a jacket and tie, having come right from work. She was in her usual leggings and semi-dressy blouse. Since she had had a bunch of Zoom meetings during the day, she had given in to societal pressure and kept her bra on all day. She could feel Reg’s eyes on her ass as she walked through the house.
“I wish you wouldn’t text me. Janie is going to find out.”
“You could just tell me no.”
He was silent as they climbed the stairs.
“Or you could convince your wife to start lactating for you,” Sarah suggested.
“And how would I even go about doing that?”
When they walked into her bedroom they both began undressing. It was like they were still a married couple.
“I have a few suggestions…but I’d rather you just nurse from me.”
“I bet,” he said.
“Want to just suck on my tits?” she asked. “I’m fine with not having sex.”
“You know when I suck on your tits I always want to have sex.”
She grinned. “I know.” Sarah had removed her top and bra but hadn’t bothered with her leggings. Reg was already down to his underwear. He hadn’t even touched her and she could see the bulge of his cock.
“Pull it out,” she said. “I want to see it.”
Reg sighed. “You’ve probably seen my dick more than anyone else in the world, Sarah.” Even as he complained he pulled down his underwear.
He wasn’t yet fully erect. That was fine. He was still huge. Well, maybe not huge, but certainly bigger than the average man. More than enough to satisfy any woman.
Unable to help herself, Sarah fell to her knees in front of him and took his cock in hand. “Janie is a lucky girl,” she said before putting him in her mouth.
Reg moaned softly. “You know she thinks I’m too big for her.”
Sarah took a quick pause in sucking his cock. “She’s stupid.”
“If I was smaller, I’d get to fuck her more often,” he observed.
“That’s why you’re still fucking me, isn’t it?” she said as she got to her feet and stepped over to the bed.
Reg looked sadly down at his cock. “Why’d you stop?”
“You don’t need me to give you a blowjob. You want to suck my tits. You want my milk.”
He shuddered at her statement, but didn’t contradict her.
Sarah reclined on the bed and turned to her side, letting her heavy breasts rest on the bed. “What are you waiting for?”
“Sometimes I hate you, woman,” Reg grumbled as he joined her on the bed.
“Isn’t that why we divorced?” she asked as he snuggled into her chest.
His muscle memory was strong. Or maybe it was just human instinct. His lips found her nipple. She moaned softly as he started nursing. It didn’t take any time at all for her milk to let down.
Sarah had felt that sex with Reg had always been fantastic. Their problem wasn’t good sex, it was their relationship. They loved and hated the other person in equal measure at the same time.
She reached down and softly stroked his cock, trailing her fingers over his silky-smooth skin. As his mouth actively worked on her nipple, drawing out the milk, she drew in a deep breath, just enjoying the sensation.
“Getting enough milk?” she asked him, half teasing and half curious.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled into her flesh
“Is your wife going to know you had a treat when you get home?” she asked, unable to help herself.
Reg stopped nursing. “Why do you do that?”
He didn’t want to keep going even though her breast was now steadily dripping on her bed’s sheets. It was tempting. So tempting.
“Do what?” she asked innocently.
“Can’t we just play? Nurse a little? Have sex? Why do you need to keep reminding me about Janie?”
“Because you’re cheating on her.”
“Are you still angry—still angry—that I cheated on you?”
“Why would I be angry about that?” Sarah reached down to her breast and squeezed it causing milk to shoot out. Most just landed on her sheets, but enough got on Reg’s face and chest.
“Don’t,” he warned her.
“You love it,” she reminded him. “I bet you wish Janie could make milk like me. Why don’t you ask her to do that for you?”
“Because I have your milk whenever I want it,” he told her smartly.
Sarah frowned and squeezed her breast again, expressing more milk. Reg didn’t comment on it this time, but he did lick away the few drops that landed on his lips.
“Now you make me sound like a slut. A milk slut.”
He shrugged. “If the shoe fits…”
“Wouldn’t it be if the bra fits…”
Reg shook his head, gritted his teeth and leaned back in. This time he didn’t nurse so gently. He sucked as hard as he could
There was a little thrill of pain and Sarah gasped, but she didn’t stop him. She wanted this as much as he did.
“That’s it. Good boy,” she encouraged him.
Reg nursed aggressively. It hurt Sarah, but she didn’t stop him. She needed the thrill of pain right now.
It wasn’t that she hated her life. Divorcing Reg was good. She wasn’t the sort of person who did well in marriage. She hadn’t exactly been faithful to Reg either. It gave her time to fuck around with whoever she wanted.
Right now she didn’t want to be thinking about fucking the young man, more of a boy really, who had fixed her boiler.
And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Reg nursed from her for another minute, then he abruptly pulled back. His cock was hard. He knew she was wet. Sarah never had trouble getting wet; all it took was sucking on her tits for a minute.
He moved fast. Sarah was relaxed and didn’t think to move at all. The next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees with Reg kneeling behind her, running his cock head along her slit.
“Pussy or ass?” he asked her.
“Just put it in my pussy,” she grunted. Reg had wrestled back in high school and college. He wasn’t any champion but he was more than skilled enough to pin her in any position he wanted. “If you want my ass you need to get lube.”
Somehow he suddenly twisted her hands behind her back and was holding both of them. When he abruptly shoved his cock in her pussy she cried out in pain. It didn’t really hurt, but it was so sudden, he caught her by surprise.
When they had been married, Reg and Sarah had often engaged in rough sex. They both loved it, not just for the vigorousness of it, but it helped with their complicated feelings for each other.
Their post-divorce sex was equally energetic.
Once he was inside her, Reg started to thrust hard and fast as they both preferred. He didn’t release her wrists. He forced her face into the mattress. Sarah didn’t complain. She liked it this way.
And then his hand was on her breast, squeezing and rolling, forcing out her milk.
“Why are you expressing my milk?” she grunted, not complaining, just asking.
“Don’t you fucking like it?”
“Yeah…”
“That’s why,” he told her.
It was hard to concentrate on speaking during sex when he was milking her and fucking her.
He managed to switch back and forth between her breasts.
She didn’t last long. She didn’t need to last long or want to. She came, shuddering hard, rocking back into his cock, her pussy tightening up.
Reg didn’t stop, but he didn’t have much left in him. A few more hard slams and he erupted inside Sarah, forcing her down into the bed, laying atop her, crushing her tits against the mattress.
They both lay there for a long time, panting heavily.
“Sex with you is always fucking fantastic,” he told her, mumbling into her shoulder.
“My sheets are wet,” she complained. “You milked me too much.”
Reg chuckled once and rolled off her. “You’re so romantic.”
“You know this isn’t about romance,” she chided him. “It’s all about sex. Just sex.”
“And milking your tits,” he smirked at her and got off the bed, heading to the bathroom.
Sarah just lay there, listening to him in the bathroom, pissing and then running water in the sink, presumably washing his hands and cock. No need to go home to his wife with her pussy all over his dick.
When Reg returned he found Sarah sitting up, inspecting her breasts.
“You left bruises,” she complained.
“Hardly noticeable. Love bites, really,” Reg started dressing. He wasn’t going to stick around; she didn’t want him to.
“I don’t like the way they look.”
“Other than me, who is going to see them?”
“The guy I fucked yesterday,” she quickly shot back at him.
“New guy?” Reg asked calmly. He continued to dress, unperturbed at hearing his ex-wife had fucked someone else the day before. He tried to tell himself it didn’t bother him.
It did.
“Yes. Young too.”
“How young?” Reg sat down on the corner of the bed to tie his shoes.
“Early twenties.”
“Robbing the cradle, are you?”
“How old is Janie? Eighteen?”
“You know she’s thirty-two!”
“Still more than a decade younger than you,” she pointed out.
Reg stood up and took in a deep breath. “Why do we do this?”
“Have sex? Play with my tits? I’m pretty sure it’s because neither of us can help ourselves.”
It was the one bit of introspection that was spoken between them.
“No. Why do we bicker?”
“Because we’re both childish and petty?” he suggested. “I don’t know. The sex is great…but everything else…”
“Want me to contact Janie and tell her that she needs to induce her tits? You’d love a little daily milk, wouldn't you? So you wouldn’t have to sneak around behind her back.”
“Don’t do that,” he asked her. “Please.”
“Sure. Anything for my ex.”
Reg gave her a tight smile. “Thanks. Are you going to keep seeing this new guy?”
“Maybe. But it’s going to only be about sex.”
“Good for you.”
Sarah couldn’t let him just leave. She rolled out of the bed and went up on her toes to kiss him.
The kiss was oddly intimate. She liked being naked next to him when he was dressed. She liked being naked next to anyone when they were dressed. Exhibitionist streak.
She didn’t tell Reg about the two damp spots her tits had left on his shirt when he left.
Chapter 4
She found his number on the paperwork he had left behind, right above where she had scrawled her signature. It had a pre-printed message on it “Too hot? Too cold? Call me anytime!” It was supposed to be a little cheeky—she liked that—and it made her wonder.
The most important thing it made her wonder was if the number went to a general corporate line or was just for Martin.
She didn’t wonder for long and called the number.
The voicemail greeting was generic. “This is Marty. Leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”
Sarah waited for the beep. “Martin? This is Sarah Walker. I’m far too hot, if you know what I mean. Don’t bother calling. Just come over right now.”
She hoped it wouldn’t get him in trouble with his bosses or company, but in the end she didn’t care.
Today was a “catch up on everything” work day. She didn’t have to dress for Zoom meetings or plan to leave the house to visit clients.
She planned appropriately.
She hoped that Martin would just show up. She liked surprises. Unfortunately, he called.
“Is there a problem, Mrs. Walker?” His voice was neutral. She didn’t like that.
“I’m far too hot, Martin. Can you come over and take care of me?”
She liked the long pause before he answered. “I can probably do that…”
“I’ll see you soon,” she told him and ended the call.
That’s all she needed. If he couldn’t take the hint, then it didn’t matter.
When Martin rang the bell, she answered the door in black leggings and blouse that was already unbuttoned, showing the skin from chin to navel, her breasts just barely hidden by the gauzy material.
He managed to keep up the farce for just one sentence when he stepped inside the house.
“It doesn’t seem too hot in here.”
“I’m far too hot,” she told him and then pulled back the blouse to fully reveal her tits. He couldn’t help but stare at her erect nipples decorated by the gold hoops.
“Shit…” he cursed.
“You like what you see?” she teased him. She could feel her milk welling up. Her nipples were ripe for sucking. She was more than ready. She wished he had left the door open so some chance passerby would glimpse her naked body from outside.
“You’re bruised!” he exclaimed with some alarm and pointed at her tits.
Sarah glanced downward and was reminded that her areola were still discolored from Reg’s over-enthusiastic nursing from the day before.
With a shrug she dismissed his concern. “Hazard of the kink.” She brought her hands to her tits, caressed her nipples, teasing and rolling them a bit, causing her knees to weaken. Martin couldn’t stop staring. “I’m a tough woman. It doesn’t hurt. Well, it hurts a little. Want to kiss them and make them better?”
Martin shook his head. “This is crazy.”
“You don’t think that I called you because there was something wrong with my furnace, did you?”
“Boiler,” he corrected her. “You have a hot water boiler for heat.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Do you want to taste my milk and fuck or not?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice quavering. “I shouldn’t but…”
“But you want to,” she said, nodding in understanding. “I won’t tell your girlfriend as long as you don’t tell my ex.”
“I don’t even know your ex,” Martin blurted out.
“So it’s not a problem.” She nodded once. “Come to the bedroom.”
Sarah turned around and walked away with confidence. They could have done everything she wanted in the living room or any other room in the house, but a bed made everything easier.
She tried not to think of it as her lair.
He found her laying on the bed, waiting expectantly. She hadn’t removed her leggings, possibly indicating that maybe actual sex wasn’t on the menu. He didn’t need to take off any clothing. He told himself he just wanted her tits. Her milk. The moment he joined her on the bed he went right for her breasts. Finding the nipple and its accompanying ring before nursing gently.
It didn’t take much effort from him for her milk to flow steadily. She wasn’t so turned or or so full that it sprayed, but it was a nice flow that made the nursing easy.
After only a minute Martin was reminded how intimate it was to nurse from her. In many ways it was more intimate than if they had just torn off their clothes and started fucking. She was offering him something only a few women would share. He felt honored.
Of course, that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard and stay hard. After just a few minutes he was desperate to unzip his jeans and start beating off.
Somehow he managed to control himself, though he did intertwine his legs with hers and gently rocked his hips to get some friction. At the same time, he was careful not to suck too hard on her nipples for fear of bruising her further, though Sarah didn’t complain at all while he was busy.
She encouraged him to switch back and forth between her nipples, drawing out the milk, keeping both sides flowing steadily, while stimulating and exciting her in the process. Sarah knew exactly where this was going to end.
As much as she was used to being nursed, Sarah never grew tired of it. Some things were impossible to resist and eventually she let out a long, jagged sigh as sweet milk filled Martin’s mouth. He swallowed it greedily.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Uh-huh. You’re going to need to fuck me. I can’t nurse and not have sex.”
Without further conversation, she rolled away from him, hooked her thumbs into her leggings’ waistband and pulled down the garment and her panties.
Martin had seen her naked before and had fucked her before. He was still mesmerized by her lush body.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked him, reaching out and caressing the front of his pants, feeling his substantial bulge.
“Right. Right.” Martin moved off the bed and briefly considered running for it, but he had already committed the sin, betrayed his girlfriend, and jerking off in the back of his truck wasn’t going to solve that problem.
Instead he whipped off his shirt and pulled down his jeans and underwear, letting his firm cock stand out proudly.
Before he could move back onto the bed, Sarah was right there, grabbing his cock, licking its underside from his soft ballsack tight up against his body, all the way to the tip, circling the head once with her tongue, tasting the precum he was leaking.
He shuddered. “You don’t…you don’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to do that,” she told him. “Doggy? Missionary? Cowgirl?”
Martin was briefly certain if he had asked for anal from her, she would have readily agreed. He was surprised that she was so eager to give him choices.
“What do you like?” he asked her, unable to make a decision.
“I like riding cowgirl,” she said. “I let the guy play with my tits so I can shoot my milk on him.”
“I can’t get milk on me,” he blurted out. “My girlfriend will know!”
“I do have a shower,” she pointed out, but rolled onto her back and spread her legs, raising her knees. “Missionary. You can still suck on my tits this way.”
“But if we do doggy—”
“You won’t get to play with my tits,” she told him flatly. “You don’t want all this milk to go to waste, do you?” She cupped her tits and squeezed, making little fountains from her nipples. While he watched, she licked her fingers.
His cock quivered.
Then, more incredibly, she brought her nipple to her mouth and sucked for a moment, licking nipple and areola, tasting her sweetness. Seeing his amazed stare, she gave him a confident grin. “I like the taste of my milk too. Sometimes I wished I had someone I could nurse from all the time.”
“Oh…fuck…” he moaned.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”
Martin moved forward. He wasn’t thinking now. Thinking would be very bad. He needed to just act.
Her hand guided his cock into her pussy. She was wet, soaking wet, and hot, and more than ready for him. They both moaned as their bodies joined.
Unable to help himself, Martin ducked his head, found her nipple and the hard ring through it, and started sucking as he started thrusting.
He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he wanted to make sure she came at least once before he blew his load.
Still, he couldn’t stop sucking on her tits. She encouraged him. He couldn’t stop thrusting, fucking her for all he was worth. He held back, not wanting to be a disappointment.
“Oh…fuck…yes,” she moaned as she curled her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back as she came, pulling him deeper into him.
That was all Martin needed.
He came. He came hard. He wasn’t sure what made the sex better. That she was an older woman. That she was lactating. That he was cheating on his girlfriend.
The orgasm was so powerful that he felt like a teenager again, cumming for the first time.
“That’s…that’s what I needed,” panted Sarah, floating lightly on the orgasm's euphoria.
“Thank you,” said Martin. It was a strange thing to say, but it seemed right at that moment.
She giggled at him. It was a wonderful moment to have. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
He laughed a little and rolled off her, separating their bodies. “Yes. Are your…your boobs okay? I didn’t hurt them, did I?”
“You can call them tits. And they’re fine. We should make this a regular thing,” she decided.
“What?”
“Don’t you like fucking me? Don’t you like sucking on my tits?”
“Yes, but—”
“Don’t you like the thrill of fucking behind your girlfriend’s back?”
“Isn’t that what you do with your boyfriend?” he answered, not wanting to seem like he was the only one in the wrong here.
“My ex,” she corrected him. “I don’t have a boyfriend now. And he doesn’t mind me fucking and sucking other guys. I don’t know about his wife…”
Martin groaned in frustration. “This just gets worse…”
She laughed at him. “You can always say no.”
“But where am I going to find a woman with milk?”
“Well…there’s me,” she agreed. “And you could get your girlfriend to lactate for you…”
“How? She’s not pregnant. And we’re not going down that road!”
“She can induce. It’s not that difficult.”
He laughed at her. “Yeah right.”
Sarah fixed him with a steady gaze. After a moment he realized she wasn’t joking.
Chapter 5
“What do you think?” asked Millie showing him the delivery she had gotten. Martin had just arrived home. It had been a long day.
Martin knew right away what he was looking at. It wasn’t so much that he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but that she wanted to use them. He was excited by the possibilities suddenly laid out in front of him.
“Wow. That’s…are those what I think they are?”
“Do you think they’re nipple clamps?” she asked him.
“Yeah…”
“Then they are exactly what you think they are.”
“Cool. Why?”
Millie was puzzled. “Why what?”
“Why did you order nipple clamps?”
“I want to know what they feel like. I’ve always liked my nipples played with during sex. And check these out.” She had removed them from the packaging before he arrived home. It was obvious she had experimented with them already. After a moment’s manipulation, the clamp she was using started to hum, vibrating in her hand. “They vibrate.”
Martin stared. “Yeah. I get that.”
“I bet they feel great,” she said, her eyes dreamy but then switched the toy off. “They take little tiny button batteries. I don’t want to waste it. I bet they can make me cum.”
Martin blinked at her. “Just from vibrating on your nipples?”
She didn’t answer him but pulled her shirt up over her head. Underneath she was wearing a camisole. Millie wore camis for some extra warmth, not support. Her little tits were too small to need a cami, let alone a bra. She pulled down the spaghetti straps to her cami, exposing her breasts, leaving the garment a circle of fabric around her waist.
Martin just stared. She experimentally flexed the clamps. They weren’t complicated devices. Essentially they were shaped like clothespins, held closed by a strong spring, but there was an adjustable screw that changed the amount the jaws came together so her nipples wouldn’t be crushed. The jaws were covered with a texturized rubber so the metal wasn’t coming in direct contact with her skin and also gave the device a little extra grip.
From the main part of the clamps hung small capsules roughly the size of a tube of lip balm or lipstick. These were the vibrators. The sensation would be transmitted up the short chain to the clamp and the wearer’s nipples.
Millie made a quick adjustment to the screw and then applied to torture device to her nipple.
“Don’t—” Martin warned, reaching forward, but not touching her.
She hissed a little as it went on, but gave him an angry look before opening the clamp and readjusting the tension screw. “It’s fine. It’s supposed to hurt,” she told him as she reapplied the clamp.
This time she made a little moan of tense pleasure. “Okay. That feels nice. Sort of intense.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her, worriedly.
“Of course.” Millie had a bit of trouble adjusting the second clamp. She was already distracted by the first doing its job, but eventually she got it on to her satisfaction.
They weren’t heavy but they pulled her nipples downward with their weight, stretching both her nipples and breasts. Millie closed her eyes and focused herself. It was intense. She liked it but couldn’t elucidate why exactly she liked it.
“Turn them on?” she asked Martin.
“What?”
“Turn them on,” she told him. “I’m already turned on so…”
“How?”
“Just the little button on the end.” She held up her trembling fingers. “I don’t think I can do it right now.”
It was a strange request and a strange thing to do, but Martin wanted Millie to be happy. He didn’t want her to suspect he was fucking another woman.
That he was happily nursing from an older woman’s tits because she had big boobs and milk while Millie had neither of those things.
It was easy enough to turn on the capsule.
“Oohhh,” Millie moaned softly.
They were in the living room, both standing while she had demonstrated her new toys. Her knees went weak when the clamps went on. They went weaker still when the vibrators were activated. She swayed back and forth and then leaned into Martin.
“Help me to the couch,” she begged him.
It was only a couple of steps. In that short amount of time he was certain her eyes had rolled up into her head and she was having a seizure.
She wasn’t. It was just a new way of playing with herself, of masturbating. She wished she had done it years ago. It was just as intense as the time she had tried out her first vibrator. It had never occurred to her to put a torpedo-shaped vibrator to her tits. She needed these clamps to make that connection.
Once she was safely ensconced on the couch, she sighed and pulled Martin to her for a kiss. She kissed him fiercely, unwilling to let go of him.
It was too much. It shouldn’t have been, but she shoved his face away and allowed the wave of pleasure to take over her body.
She hadn’t ever before cum just from having her nipples played with. It was intense and strange and she knew she was going to want to do it again and again.
Millie was a little embarrassed at how easily she had cum from the devices. She was a little embarrassed at how soaked her panties and yoga pants were in the crotch. She was a little embarrassed that it had happened in front of Martin, but she wouldn’t have changed anything.
“Take them off me?” she asked, unwilling to do it herself. Her fingers were tingling and her hands were shaking.
Martin was fascinated with the whole process, start to finish.
“Don’t you want to leave them on?” he asked. “Don’t you want to cum again?”
“I can’t,” she panted. “I can’t cum again.” With her fingers trembling, Millie reached up to try to disengage the clamps. She couldn’t control her fingers enough to get a grip on the levers to open the jaws. For just a brief moment she considered tearing the devices off her nipples, but the pain of that seemed too great. And the danger of injury…this time she shivered in terror.
“Please,” she begged her boyfriend.
“Okay, okay,” he relented. “Just lean back and relax.”
Her breathing was shaky. Her body wasn’t her own. She loved the sensations flowing through her, but she wanted it to end.
Martin hovered over her and gave her a kiss. That helped her a little. His hands moved down from her shoulders to just under her breasts.
“Please…”
Instead of opening up the clamps, Martin instead reached down to the high waistband of her yoga pants. He pushed one hand down into her pants and with the other started tugging on them pulling them over her hips.
“Lift up,” he told her.
“What?”
“I’m going to make you cum before I take off the clamps.”
Millie whined at his refusal to do what she wanted. At the same time she obeyed his order. Once her thin hips were off the couch it was easy to yank down her pants and panties. Martin noted they were soaked. That just made sense.
Reaching between her legs, he rubbed her pussy, found it wet and slick, and easily inserted his middle and ring fingers into her.
Millie moaned.
“You like that?”
“Uh-huh.” Millie was beyond words now.
Martin didn’t mess around with teasing and subtle technique. Her butt was on the couch’s edge. He pounded away at her pussy, finger banging her like she was the prom queen and he was her date.
The wet splashing was oddly arousing.
It was incredibly easy to make her cum.
Her thighs closed on Martin’s hand. He had to yank his arm back to get his fingers free of her pussy. Unable to help himself, he tasted her amrita. It only served to make him more excited.
Millie had curled up into the fetal position onto her side, still on the couch, which gave him easy access to her pussy from underneath. She softly gasped as he penetrated her, getting his fingers wet again, and then offered his hand to Millie’s mouth. Eagerly she opened up and sucked her wetness from him.
“You need to uncurl so I can take off the clamps,” he told her.
Millie said nothing. She was still shaking, but after a few seconds she managed to relax enough to expose her tits and the clamps to him.
From there it was easy enough to release the first clamp.
The moment he did she drew in her breath with a hiss.
“Fuck that hurts!”
The blood was rushing back into her nipple, making the previously numb nipple come alive. It was a fierce pain. She told herself to savor it.
“Do you want me to leave the other one on?” Martin asked, bemused.
“No! Fucking take it off!”
He did so and got the same reaction.
Martin sat down on the couch next to her, cuddling Millie, giving her a minute to recover.
“It seemed like the clamps really hurt you,” he said, unable to hold his tongue.
“They did!” She was angry.
“I guess you aren’t going to be using them again.” Martin was disappointed with the result.
Millie was silent for a moment.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You said it hurt.”
“I sort of liked the pain,” she admitted.
Martin chuckled. “Do you want them back on right now?”
“I didn’t say that…but I’m definitely using them again.”
“Huh. The things you learn about the person you live with…” he speculated aloud.
“The things you learn about yourself,” said Millie. “Want a blowjob?”
“Really? You’re up for giving a blowjob that after torturing your nipples?”
“I’m still fucking turned on,” she said. “I can give you a blowjob or you can fuck me. Which is it going to be?”
The next morning Martin was alarmed when he saw the dark purple bruises on Millie’s nipples and areolas. Her normally bright pink nipples were so discolored he was truly worried that she had seriously and perhaps permanently injured herself.
When he pointed out the damage to her, Millie carefully touched herself and winced at the tinge of pain.
“Hurts a little…but I like it,” she said with an odd grin.