Aching
Elliot Silvestri
Aching
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.
Aching
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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
Preview
About the Author
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Chapter 1
Ben woke up with a splitting headache. Not just a headache, a migraine.
“Fuck.”
Alyssa rolled over and faced him. Ben couldn’t remember how long he had been with her. Ten years? It was hard to focus when an invisible spirit was cleaving a spectral axe through his head.
“You okay?” she asked him.
Ben tried to focus on her face. The morning light was weak and hadn’t yet broken through the shades. She was still beautiful, even in the morning, even without makeup. Lover? Partner? Girlfriend? All of these and more.
“No.”
“Migraine again?” She had been through this too many times with him.
“Yes.” He reached out for her, but Alyssa pulled away, slipping out of their bed.
“I’ll be right back. I just need to pee.”
It was early enough that the sun wasn’t illuminating any part of their house yet. She kept the lights off in the bedroom and bathroom. Alyssa didn’t want to look at herself in the bathroom mirror, or any mirror.
On the way back to the bedroom she pulled her sleep shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor, leaving her naked. It was just easier that way. Her breasts were full and round. A little too full. There was the familiar dull tenderness in her flesh that was going to feel good to have Ben relieve for her this morning.
She was going to help him as much as he was going to help her. That’s what she told herself.
The moment Alyssa slipped under the sheets Ben reached for her. She allowed him to drag her body close to his. He was already halfway down the bed and she rested her head on a pillow as his mouth first kissed the skin over her breast bone.
That was just to get his bearings. A moment later his lips sought out and found her nipple. It contracted at his touch and being drawn into his mouth. She made a little moan in the back of her throat, a combination of mild pain and anticipated pressure.
“Careful,” she cautioned him. It was an automatic response from her lips, just like the rest of the automated responses from her body. She felt herself relax. She felt a mild rush of euphoria. She felt the milk in her breasts start to let down.
She shouldn’t have milk in her breasts. She’d never had a child. She’d never been pregnant. Ben had done this to her body.
As much as it annoyed her, she also loved it.
As he nursed from her she could feel the endorphins being released, making her feel good. Was this the reason for why she loved Ben? A rush of brain chemicals? It was impossible to tell. Either way, she loved it when he nursed from her, even when she complained about it.
The moment Ben tasted her milk, he anticipated the relief he was about to get. Logically he knew that there was nothing in Alyssa’s breast milk that would cure a headache, let alone a migraine, but he knew that it worked. He didn’t want to acknowledge that it was a placebo effect because if that was the case…
As he nursed from her he could feel the migraine ebbing away. Before he had this with Alyssa he had to endure powerful painkillers that would knock him out for the day or would have to just deal with the blinding pain. This was so, so much better for him.
The warmth of Alyssa’s skin and the soft, muted vocalizations, along with having her nipple in his mouth caused another automatic response from Ben that had nothing to do with his headache.
His cock started to harden inside his pajama bottoms. This always happened. He didn’t hate it. Alyssa was used to it happening as well.
It wasn’t like she discouraged it.
Alyssa was fine with getting her nipples sucked. She liked the way it felt, not just the sexual aspect, but everything about it. It turned her on. It made her pussy wet. It prepared her body to have sex.
They didn’t have sex every time Ben nursed from her, but it was often enough.
Though she complained about it, Alyssa actually liked how her milk production had swollen her breasts. They weren’t huge now by any means, but after Ben had discovered what her body could do for his headaches, they had grown. It was a good enough excuse for her to buy a set of new bras, so that was nice.
“You’re hard,” she said softly, pressing her leg against his crotch, pressing his hard cock against his body.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled into the flesh of her breast. Her milk had fully let down now. It was easy to suck and swallow. He loved the flavor and he loved how it made him feel.
“Do you want to fuck?” Alyssa held him close, running her hand up and down his back.
His word was mumbled, but understood. “Yeah.”
Alyssa shifted her body, pulling her left nipple from his mouth and offering him her right breast. She wanted him to nurse from both sides so she wouldn’t be lop-sided all day.
Ben took the hint and latched on to the right nipple. Her milk was already flowing. He merely had to swallow. It wasn’t spraying, but it was close.
“You’re turning me on,” she said softly.
“Mm-hmm,” Ben agreed.
On her side, Alyssa lifted one knee, separating her thighs, exposing her pussy. Ben didn’t take the hint so she grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs.
She was wet. She was hot. Ben knew she was turned on. His migraine was still there, but much diminished. He rubbed her pussy. She moaned a little. He felt the pleasant sensation of her curly pubes under his hand. It was easy to push his middle and ring finger into her tunnel.
Alyssa tensed up for a moment as he did so, but then relaxed more as he slowly moved his fingers in and out. All the while he continued to nurse from her breast, sucking out the last of her milk, willing his headache to dissipate so he could deal with the day. So he could at least pretend to be a normal human being.
“Drink up,” she told him, looking down at his face, seeing how he concentrated on her. She wanted to be drained. She wanted that mild euphoria that always followed when he finished nursing. She was already halfway to orgasm. She just needed his cock.
When Ben broke his latch on her nipple, she grabbed his face and bent it up to hers, ducking down so that she could kiss his lips. She tasted the vague sweetness that always lingered there when he finished nursing.
“Get your pants off,” she told him.
His headache was mostly gone. He rolled to his back and hurried to untie his pants and pushed them down. He barely got them down to mid-thigh before Alyssa was climbing on top of him.
“I’m in charge this morning,” she said as she handled him, running the head along her slit, finding the correct angle before she lowered herself down on him.
They both shuddered slightly as their bodies joined.
“We have to make this quick,” said Alyssa as she settled into position and adjusted her knees on both sides of Ben’s body. “I’ve got to be on time for work.”
“Uh-huh,” Ben agreed as he lifted up his hips, trying to go deeper into her.
Alyssa flexed her thighs and moistened his cock with her amrita. A moment later she was bouncing up and down.
To an outsider their relationship and their lives would have looked perfectly normal. This sex looked normal. Two minutes earlier they were engaging in a perverted act.
“You’ve got great tits,” said Ben. He was staring at her chest. The sun had progressed far enough now that stripes of light were slipping between the blinds and illuminating Alyssa’s body. She was beautiful this way. Maybe she didn’t have a perfect body, but she certainly had wonderful breasts, more than enough to distract any man and many women.
“Uh-huh.” She was too distracted from his cock to pay attention. His nursing and her needs had her on edge. Yesterday morning he had nursed briefly from her but they didn’t have sex. Alyssa needed this.
Ben watched as her breasts bounced gently up and down. They were softer now that he had nursed but they weren’t completely empty. As she moved on him, Ben saw little droplets fall from her nipples and land on his chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, reaching up to gently caress her tits, lightly pinching the nipples, not to hurt, but to excite.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, barely hearing his words. She was close and needed to go over the edge. She tilted her hips, trying to get more friction on her clit.
“I love you,” Ben told her.
“Yeah. Me too.” She wished he’d stop talking. He was distracting her and she was so close.
Letting go of her breasts, Ben grabbed her hips and bounced his ass off the bed, thrusting into her, going wild because he was overwhelmed by his lust.
He came. Alyssa felt his cum jetting into her. It was hot and sticky and she loved it, but almost right away Ben’s cock softened. In the space of a few breaths, she had nothing in her pussy and he slipped out, leaving her frustrated.
“Fuck you’re so good,” Ben complimented her, pulling her body down to his, to embrace her and hold her tight. “You’re the only one who can make my migraines go away.”
She tried not to snort or laugh in his ear. “There’s nothing magical about my milk.”
“I know, but it seems that way.”
“I’m glad you’re not hurting now.” Maybe this was the strangest part of their relationship, but every couple had their quirks. At least this bit of strangeness she shared with Ben she got some sexual satisfaction out of. And she didn’t have to share it with anyone. Just Ben. Secrets were fine to keep in a relationship.
“It’s mostly gone,” he said. “Just a little bit left behind.”
Pushing away from him, Alyssa sat upright and palmed her breasts. “I’ve got a little bit left.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Good. I need to shower and get to work.” She leaned over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand off the charger. When the screen came to life, her eyes went wide and she swore. “Fuck. I’m going to be late.”
She rolled off his body and rushed to the bathroom, turning on the shower and barely giving the water time to run warm before she got in.
Somehow she had lost track of time—not somehow, she knew exactly how: nursing and sex—and now if she didn’t rush, she was going to be late. She hated being late.
As she soaped up in the shower she briefly considered jilling off under the hot water—she was already one edge and it wouldn’t take much effort at all—but that felt dishonest. She didn’t need to hide her sexual needs from Ben; she just needed more time in the morning.
By the time she was showered, dressed, and had grabbed a cup of coffee, Ben had barely gotten into the shower. She pulled back the curtain, gave him a quick kiss while being careful to avoid the spray, and said, “See you tonight, hon.”
With that she rushed out the door.
Chapter 2
It wasn’t that she had a lot of work to do, but if she didn’t get in on time and open the office she’d be buried by everyone else’s problems. It was fine to be in charge of the communications department; it wasn’t fine to not be in control of the office.
Communications was just her company’s trying-to-be-fancy name for public relations. When things were quiet, it was good. When things fell to shit, she was the focus of everything.
This morning there were just the usual email requests for comments and clarifications, one phone call that had to be returned, and a few text messages that were easily dismissed.
That meant she had a moment to herself by mid-morning. Alyssa was considering a trip to the private executive bathroom where she could jill off in relative privacy. That would be nice. It would relieve the tension that had been building since Ben had cum too fast for her that morning.
Glancing at her schedule for the day, Alyssa cursed under her breath. After grabbing her bag, she headed out of her office, telling the section’s admin assistant, “I’ll be back after lunch, Vicky. Monthly open meeting.”
It wasn’t that she hated these meetings. It was that they were nearly compulsory to anyone in the game but they were often a waste of time. It was supposed to be a meet and greet of all the companies in the company that shared resources. Most of the time it was just an extended lunch at whatever bar the host company chose for the month.
Alyssa had no intention of getting drunk today.
Lombardi’s was a nice place, at least, with a decent lunch menu and the bar wasn’t the focus of this month’s meeting. Normally just under two dozen people would show up. Today it looked like nearly twice that much. She listened politely to the speech she had to suffer through while sipping slowly at the terrible glass of wine she had been provided.
It was only afterwards as she was making her way to the outdoor patio to eat a quick chef’s salad before heading back to the office that she was waylaid.
“Ali Wexler, as I live and breathe.”
Alyssa stopped short. No one had called her Ali in years. She was Alyssa at work, it was her professional identity. Lyssa to her close friends and Ben. It took Alyssa a moment to focus on the face of the man in front of her.
“Roger Bolton,” she said, shaking her head. “It has been a long time.” She awkwardly balanced her salad in one hand and extended her other hand to greet him.
He frowned at her proffered hand. “Really? A hand shake?”
Sighing, Alyssa found a table to put her salad down and then embraced her old friend, even going so far as to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before they both sat down at the table. She noted that he had only a glass in his hand. Nothing to eat.
“It’s been forever,” she said as she started eating, unable to stop herself from eating the salad in front of her.
“Almost five years,” said Roger.
“You knew that right away?” she asked.
“I saw you when you walked into the meeting. I’ve been thinking about you ever since.”
“We broke up over ten years ago, Rog.”
“And I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since.”
Alyssa rolled her eyes. “You’re terrible at flirting.”
Roger took on a more serious tone. “How have you been? You look good.” He purposely dropped his eyes to her chest.
She pretended not to notice and took another bite of her salad.
“I’ve been great. I’m still with Ben.”
Roger frowned. “That’s too bad.”
“I’ll be sure to tell him you said that.”
“You do that.” His eyes hadn’t moved from her chest. The blouse she was wearing didn’t exactly show a huge amount of cleavage, just a hint of it, but in her state, Alyssa liked the attention.
“You can stop staring at my boobs.” She tried to partially cover herself by holding her fork in front of her.
“I’m staring at your chest.” He took a sip of his drink.
“Same thing.”
“No. Boobs would imply I could see them. They’re covered by your shirt and bra.”
“Blouse.”
Roger continued to stare. Alyssa liked this change in flirty tone. “Call it what you want. You should show off your cleavage more.”
“Roger. Please. We’re at a business function.”
That was enough to make Roger glance around. No one was paying them the least bit of attention. “They’re bigger than I remember.”
“How would you know?” she tossed back at him.
“I have a very good memory for this sort of thing.”
“You’re imagining things.”
Roger shook his head slowly. “No. I’m not. Let’s go somewhere private and I’ll do a physical exam and prove I’m right.”
“That won’t prove anything,” she countered.
“You were always a 34C,” he said calmly. “Now I’d guess you are a 36D.”
“Are you calling me fat?” There was just a hint of anger in her voice. Playful anger. She wanted to see what his reaction would be.
“Not at all. You were too skinny in college. You look fuller, healthier. Any man appreciates a woman with full tits.”
“You don’t have to be so crude.”
“I remember you liked it when I was crude,” he replied.
“Only when we were having sex,” said Alyssa, forcing herself not to blush. She tried to remain calm but the sensations in her lower belly were undeniable. Her pussy was getting incredibly moist. She hoped she wasn’t soaking through her panties.
“When we were fucking,” Roger said, but he lowered his voice as well.
“You don’t have to be so crude,” she repeated. There was no denying it now. She was blushing. She hoped her makeup was hiding it. Her eyes were on the plate in front of her. There was no way she could bear looking Roger directly in the eyes.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked her.
“I need to get back to the office.” She pushed back the plate and willed herself to stand. Her body didn’t move.
“I have a couple of hours before I need to be anywhere,” he said, covering her hand with his, further keeping her from moving.
“I’m with Ben now,” she said, answering the question he hadn’t asked.
“I remember Ben. He’s a nice guy. This doesn’t have to mean anything.” Roger didn’t remove his hand from hers.
She looked him right in the eyes. “It’s not going to mean anything because it’s not going to happen.”
Roger smiled sadly at her. “Sorry. I just saw you and got far too nostalgic. It was good to see you again, Alyssa.” He finally lifted his hand from hers and noted a lack of rings on it. “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten engaged yet. I thought you’d be married by now.”
“We’re taking our time,” she answered. “But give me your phone number. It’s always good to have another contact in the biz.”
When she got to her car, Alyssa pulled out her phone and held it in her hand for a minute. She was proud of herself for waiting that minute.
Alyssa: Do you have a place we can meet? Now. Before I go back to work?
She hated herself for sending the message, but she sent it anyway.
It took Roger less than a minute to reply with an address.
The hotel wasn’t sleazy. It was very generic and plain and the perfect place of an affair. Alyssa told herself she wasn’t having an affair. She told herself she wasn’t married and therefore wasn’t cheating.
Roger was waiting for her in the room. When he opened the door they just looked at each other for a long moment. Then they kissed right there in the doorway.
It gave Alyssa a thrill to be kissing someone other than Ben. Of course, anyone seeing them kissing wouldn’t know she was in a relationship with a man other than Ben. It didn’t matter. It was the thrill of this hooking up that excited her.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she told him.
“You can leave right now,” he offered. “Let me find my wallet.” He pretended to search through his pile of clothes.
Instead of walking away, she pushed into the room. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” she insisted.
“Who am I going to tell?”
Alyssa nodded. “Take your pants off.”
“Just my pants?”
“All of it,” she said.
It had been five years since she had seen Roger. It had been ten years since she had slept with him and seen him naked.
His body was much as she remembered it. Except he now had a tattoo on his upper arm. She watched as he undressed. It was interesting. It had been years since she had stripped for someone—all the way back to college?—and no man had ever put on a show for her.
It wasn’t like Roger was pretending he was a professional stripper, but he took his time revealing his body to her. He paused just for a moment before pulling down his boxers. “You can still change your mind,” he told her.
“Show me your cock first, then I’ll decide.”
He grinned and finished undressing. He wasn’t hard when he displayed himself to her, but his cock was swelling.
It was exactly as she remembered. She was beyond tempted.
“Your turn,” he told her.
Alyssa shook her head. “No.”
Her common sense was telling her to walk out of the room and let him jerk off. Instead she went down on her knees and held the base of his cock, putting it in her mouth.
As much as Alyssa wanted to imagine that his cock was exactly as she remembered it but she couldn’t remember what it was like to suck Roger’s cock which was sort of strange because she had spent so much time sucking it before her relationship with Ben.
She wondered how many times she had sucked him off.
She wondered how many times he had been inside of her pussy.
She wondered how much of his cum she had swallowed over the years.
Roger hadn’t changed over the years. In less than a minute he was completely hard inside her mouth. That didn’t stop her from continuing to work his cock.
Strangely, it was Roger who had the self-control in this situation.
“I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”
Alyssa took a break. “Do you really think I’m going to fuck you?” she asked. “You’re lucky I’m going to give you a blowjob.”
He bent down and hauled her to her feet. “If I don’t get to fuck you, you might as well leave right now.” Roger started walking her to the hotel room door, his cock bobbing around, getting in the way.
Alyssa started laughing. “Of course I’m going to fuck you, but I get to be in charge.”
Roger paused. “Whatever my lady wants.”
“Don’t try to be charming,” she warned him as she took off her blazer and set it on the dresser. “I know you just want to get laid. You’re lucky I just don’t give you a handjob and be done with it.”
“I’ll make you come a dozen times before I put my cock in your pussy,” he promised.
“I’m going to hold you to that promise,” she said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
Roger’s eyes were riveted to her chest. The bra she was wearing was a perfect balance of sexy and practical, business and pleasure. He couldn’t see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, but that wasn’t a disappointment. It was just more anticipation.
When he moved in to embrace her, she stiff-armed him, keeping him at bay. “I’ll do it myself. I don’t want you breaking the zipper or snapping the hooks to my bra.”
“I’d never do that,” he swore.
She frowned at him. “You destroyed two bras stripping me back in college. And at least one very nice dress that I couldn’t afford.”
“That was someone else.”
“You don’t want to get laid today, do you?”
“I’m sorry and I’m happy to reimburse you for your losses right now. Let me find my wallet.” He pretended to search through his pile of clothes.
“Now you’re making it seem like I’m a prostitute,” she teased him as she dropped the zipper to her skirt and wiggled out of it.
“Fuck you’re sexy.”
“Thank you.”
When she started to remove her stockings, he stopped her. “No. Leave them on. Sexier that way.”
She didn’t stop rolling them down her legs. “I’m not having you ruin them. A girl never forgets.”
Watching her undress didn’t hurt. It was actually much sexier than he would have guessed.
“Lay on the bed. I want to ride your face first,” she told him.
“Of course!” Roger was on the bed in a flash, on his back, slowly stroking his cock while watching her. She approached the bed and didn’t remove her bra or panties. “Oh. You want me to strip you?”
When she mounted the bed she swung her leg over his head, aiming her still panty-covered pussy at his face, getting into what he thought was going to be a 69 position. “No. I want you to eat my pussy through my panties. Make me cum or we don’t go any further.”
Roger didn’t object. He couldn’t. She had already sat down on his face. He didn’t mind. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he repositioned her and used his tongue to explore her crotch.
He was relieved that the panties she was wearing were thin and already soaked through with her amrita. Her flavor was strong and heady. It caused his cock to throb while she circled her hand around its base, holding him steady. He anticipated her licking and sucking him, but he only felt her breath on his erection.
That was fine. She was letting him go first. Roger was determined to make her cum not only so he could fuck her but to prove to her he was still as good in bed, if not better, as she remembered.
It was hard to explore her folds and creases through her silky panties, but when he managed to locate and focus on her clit to suck it, her legs trembled. She wasn’t able to stay kneeling, half-crouched, above his face, and she finally sat down all the way.
That was what he was hoping for. Roger worked his fingers under the back of her panties—they were relatively modest, covering most of her ass—and inched them toward her asshole. She didn’t do or say anything to stop him.
Then again, she didn’t want to stop him.
He didn’t cease sucking on her clit through the silk until he had a finger pressed against her tight pucker. When she started to protest, she found she couldn’t speak. That was fine. Her entire body trembled this time as she climaxed.
When her orgasm passed he pushed up on her hips just enough so he could take a breath, and speak. “I made you cum.”
“Uh-huh.” She hadn’t fully recovered yet.
“Are you going to blow me?” he asked, still feeling her breath. Her hand hadn’t moved from holding his erection.
“No…”
“What?”
Alyssa was more in control of herself at that point. “You promised me a dozen orgasms before you get to fuck me.”
“I didn’t agree to that.”
“I can leave now,” she teased.
Using all his strength Roger pushed her off his body and onto her back. Alyssa protested, but wasn’t serious about denying him. It was fun when he yanked off her panties exposing her. She willingly spread her legs.
Alyssa half expected him to jump on top of her and fuck her hard. She would have welcomed it. Instead he knelt next to her, put one hand to her pussy and braced himself with the other while he leaned down to kiss her.
He would have been happy with just the kisses. He liked making women cheat on their partners. It wasn’t a good kink to have but he knew himself.
She moaned when he put two fingers inside her.
“Can you still cum a hundred times in a row?”
She was barely able to focus enough to answer him. “I never came that much. You never made me cum that much.”
“There’s always a first,” he promised as he started fingering her. It was a slow start as he eased his fingers in and out of her pussy, increasing with speed and force on every stroke.
She moaned at his attention and kept her legs spread wide. She knew she was showing her slutty side but it had been so long since she had been with another man besides Ben that this was a treat. And it wasn’t really cheating if his cock wasn’t in her, right?
Since she had already cum once, Alyssa had been set on the path that was so familiar to her. Cumming again and again was easy for her. She wasn’t ashamed of it, but her pussy got so wet when it happened she was always certain she was peeing herself.
Roger’s palm was now slapping against her pussy, right against her clit. She was glad that she had stopped shaving her hair. It gave her a little bit of protection from his aggressive fingering. She loved how the impacts against her clit made shockwaves pass through her body. When she climaxed she grabbed the covers to the bed and cried out, but tried to stifle the noise. It was unlikely anyone but the cleaners were in the surrounding hotel rooms, but she still felt guilty.
She liked the guilt.
She would never admit it to anyone, but she liked the guilt.
Roger didn’t stop while she came. He just kept pounding away at her pussy, slapping her clit with his palm, keeping her body down on the bed with his other hand. It wasn’t that Alyssa was struggling to get up, but her body was jumping around, almost as if it was not under her control.
She came again. And then again.
Roger was leaving her gasping for breath, but he didn’t let up. Maybe he liked to torture her this way.
Maybe she liked to be tortured this way.
Her orgasms rolled together, one after the other, each indistinguishable from the next. It was one after the other. It wasn’t that she hated it. She loved it, in fact. But she couldn’t get him to stop. She couldn’t get him to do anything other than pour attention onto her and her pussy. She didn’t want him to do anything other than slap her clit and finger fuck her pussy.
She came so long and so hard that each slap from Roger’s hand caused a spray of amrita to cover her stomach and legs and his arm. She knew she was soaking the bed but she didn’t care.
It was pure pleasure. Pure pleasure was too much. Her gasping degenerated into hyperventilating. Alyssa couldn’t catch her breath. Almost too late Roger finally saw her predicament and stopped blasting her pussy.
He pulled up her body and held her while she gasped and struggled for breath until slowly she regained control of her body.
“Did you reach a dozen?” he asked her when he judged she had sufficiently recovered.
She shook her head at him. “Really? That’s the first thing you ask?”
Roger shrugged. “Okay. Was it good for you?”
Alyssa laughed ruefully. “Okay, yeah, sure, it was good. I came ninety-nine times.”
He frowned. “Not a hundred.”
Giving Roger a kiss, she said, “I need to give you a goal for the next time.”
“A challenge. I love it.” He put his fingers in his mouth, tasting her amrita. She liked that. She would have happily encouraged him to go back down on her, but she remembered her promise. And as good as his fingers were, she wanted his cock.
He was still erect and her hand went to it.
Roger shuddered a little as she pumped him. “I want you to fuck me.” She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she still wanted to fuck Roger. Up to this point she could almost make the argument that she hadn’t really done anything wrong. She had never discussed an affair or an open relationship or anything like that with Ben. It was just understood that they would remain faithful to each other.
But she needed this and was going to do it.
“Would you mind doing one small thing?” he asked her as she gently tried to pull him on top of her.
“What?”
“Move over a little so we’re not on the wet spot?”
Alyssa chuckled a little and slid her butt off the wet spot she had left on the bed. “I feel bad for the maid,” she commented.
“Don’t. I’ll leave a nice tip.”
She was pleased he was still hard. She knew she should trust him, even if Roger was an old boyfriend, but she wanted to feel him now like she had years ago.
He didn’t hesitate at all as she pulled his cock between her legs and slotted him into her pussy. Alyssa was surprised how easily he went all the way into her on the first thrust.
“You are soaking wet,” he said after he was fully seated in her.
“That’s your fault.” She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. “Fuck me hard.”
“Can do. Want to take off your bra first? I want to see your tits.”
Her hands went protectively to her breasts. “No. I don’t want them flopping all around.”
Roger wasn’t going to argue with her. He was already fucking her and he’d get what he wanted. So would she.
They fucked in relative silence, broken only by her gasps and vocalizations and his soft moans.
It wasn’t exactly a challenge to make her cum. She peaked twice more before she sensed he was on the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted.
“Cum, please,” she begged.
“Where? In you or on you?”
“In my pussy! Cum in my pussy!”
A moment later he was groaning loudly, his spunk filling her pussy while he continued to thrust. There was so much of it that with every thrust she could feel Roger forcing out the cum he had just deposited in her.
When he finally collapsed on her body, she held him tightly, marveling at the wonderful time they had just shared and cursing herself for having betrayed Ben.
“We can’t stay here forever,” she finally said.
Roger rolled off her body. He had finally gone soft.
“I’m a fucking mess,” she said when she realized how sweaty she was from getting fucked. It wasn’t just the sweat. It was his cum leaking out of her. It was her amrita splattered all over the place. It was even her tits that had leaked milk. It wasn’t much. Just enough to dampen the cups, but still. “I need a fucking shower.”
Roger gestured toward the bathroom door. “Shower. Go ahead. That’s what it’s for. But you said you need a fucking shower. Give me five minutes and I’ll get it up again and we can fuck in the shower.”
“Ha-fucking-ha,” she commented as she pulled her bra up over her head and tossed it aside. “Solo shower. It’s going to be quick.”
Alyssa hadn’t planned for this to happen at all and so she was completely unprepared. As she soaped up and rinsed off as quickly as she could while keeping her hair out of the water, she started to cry. It came over her suddenly. Was it the repressed feelings of guilt she had for cheating on Ben? Was it a spontaneous release of emotion from the turbulent day she had had?
It didn’t matter. She had some makeup in her bag and she quickly washed her face to look semi-presentable to Roger when she came out of the bathroom.
She did so with a towel wrapped around her. It was fully her intention to dress quickly and flee the room and delete Roger’s number from her phone and block his calls.
She found him sitting on the bed, holding her bra.
“36D,” he said to her when she snatched it away from him. “I was right.”
“Congratulations.” She had to untangle it from itself before putting it on. The towel slipped off her body.
“You’ve got great tits still. Maybe even better now. Bigger.”
“I didn’t get a boob job if that’s what you’re thinking.” She was having trouble straightening out the straps.
Roger tilted his head to the side. “Have you had a kid?”
Her head snapped up. “What? No. Why?”
He pointed. “Uh…I think your nipples are leaking.”
Looking down at herself, Alyssa cursed. “Fuck.” Grabbing the towel from the floor, she wiped away the little bit of milk that was escaping and quickly pulled the bra into place on her body, wincing at the slight dampness from her sweat and, presumably, her milk.
“Well?” Roger prompted her.
“Well what?” She grabbed her panties off the floor and pulled them on. Getting him to eat her out while wearing them had been hot, but in retrospect, maybe not the best decision; they were damp as well.
“Do you have a kid?”
Alyssa picked up her stockings and sat on the edge of the bed to begin rolling them on. “Does this body look like I’ve been pregnant?”
“Nope.”
They eyed each other.
Alyssa looked away first. “I’m lactating.”
“I can see that. Why?”
“None of your business.”
“You don’t have cancer, do you?” There was real concern in his voice.
“What?! No!” She found her skirt and pulled it on, zipping it into place.
“I had a cousin with breast cancer. Lactation was a warning sign, or so she said. It was weird.”
“Why is your cousin discussing—you know what? Never mind. Ben likes to suck on my tits so much that I’ve started lactating, all right? When I have sex, sometimes they leak.”
“Oh. That makes sense…” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Ben, huh?”
She buttoned up her blouse. “This was a one-time thing, Roger. It was fun, but this isn’t going to happen again.”
“Right, right,” he agreed.
With her shoes on she hesitated. She didn’t want to just march out of the room like a slut or a whore, but kissing Roger goodbye seemed like a terrible idea.
“I had a good time,” she told him.
He stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed. His cock wasn’t small. It wasn’t hard. She couldn’t help but look at his manhood.
She wanted to reach out and touch it and suck it some more. She wanted to taste herself on him along with his cum.
Instead she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked out of the room with as much dignity as she could muster.
Chapter 3
Alyssa told herself that she didn’t know the reason why she wanted to have sex with Ben that night. That’s what she told herself. Deep down she knew that the reason she seduced Ben into bed that evening—it wasn’t that difficult—was because she had fucked Roger earlier in the day.
“Twice in one day?” asked Ben as she kissed him and slipped her hand down into his pants as they lay together in bed.
Her fingers curled around his already hardening day. “What do you mean?” she asked nervously.
He gave her a confused look. “We had sex this morning,” he reminded her.
“Oh. Right. Yeah.” She laughed to cover up her nerves. “But I didn’t get to cum, if you remember.” She conveniently left out the fact that Roger had gotten her off too many times to remember that afternoon.
She pushed that thought from her head.
“Shit! I’m so sorry. We were both rushed this morning. And I had a migraine…”
Alyssa silenced him with a kiss as her hand got busier on his cock. “I’m giving you a chance to make up for that tonight.”
She might have been giving him the chance, but she was doing all the work.
He kissed her neck. “I get to fuck you twice in one day?”
“Yeah. Like back when we were first dating.” She moved down his body and pushed aside his pajama pants, exposing his cock, putting it in her mouth, sucking it to life.
Ben lay back and enjoyed the blowjob, marveling on how lucky he was to have a partner like Alyssa.
When she judged he was sufficiently ready, she slipped off her nightshirt and started to mount him, swinging a leg over his body and holding his cock as she started to sit down on it.
“You’re going to do all the work too?” he asked her, running his hands up and down her sides.
She nodded confidently. “Yes. You couldn’t do it for me this morning so a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
He laughed and settled back as she worked his cock into her pussy. She had showered again the moment she got home. Ben had found her in sweats when he arrived home from work shortly after she got out of the bathroom. He didn’t seem to suspect anything.
“Wow. You’re wet,” he commented as she sat all the way down on him in just a few short strokes.
Her eyes went wide. Had she not fully washed Roger’s cum out of her pussy? Was he hinting at something?
“I’ve been horny all day,” she said. “You made my panties wet all day leaving me the way you did.”
She leaned forward and kissed him, not wanting to talk, not wanting to get herself into trouble for saying something stupid. About what she didn’t want to think about what she had done in the middle of the day. Even with all the orgasms she had with Roger, she found she was plenty horny tonight.
Ben’s hands went to her tits and gently massaged them. She pushed herself up with her arms, but kept her hips moving up and down, back and forth on Ben’s cock. She liked it when his thumbs found her nipples. Her pussy clamped down on him when he lightly pinched them.
When he leaned in and sucked a nipple, she wasn’t ready for it. The spike of pleasure caused her to shudder and she moaned.
Without thinking about it, she just said, “More…”
Ben sucked harder on the other nipple.
She was so close now. Just a little more.
He sucked harder while pinching her other nipple as she ground her pussy down on him. That was just what she needed. Alyssa came. This time in the privacy of their house she could cry out as loudly as she wanted.
All through her orgasm Ben continued to suck on her nipple. She loved it. She wanted mouths on both of her tits while getting fucked.
Immediately after her first orgasm another shuddered through her body. Alyssa loved being multiply-orgasmic.
Ben stopped sucking. She breathed heavily and rested her weight on his hands. He eased her down to his chest.
“Oh fuck I came hard,” she told him as little pulses of energy caused her limbs to tremble.
“I could tell.”
Something in the tone of his voice made her nervous. He was still hard inside her and that usually meant they were taking a break before resuming.
The last thing that Alyssa wanted was for him to know she had cheated on him. Did he already know? Was her pussy different? Could he tell someone else had been inside her? Was some of Roger’s cum still dripping out of her? Could he smell Roger on her body? It was a good thing he hadn’t gone down on her but—
Alyssa got a grip on herself and focused.
“That’s good, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You sounded weird.”
He scoffed at her. “You’re the one who sounds weird.”
She pushed up a little so she could look him in the eye. “Okay. What’s the matter? You sound like you don’t like me fucking you.”
Ben frowned. He would have looked away if she hadn’t been right on top of him. If he didn’t have his cock inside her pussy. If he wanted more and now the whole thing was going sideways.
“I didn’t taste your milk,” he finally told her after losing his nerve and was unable to look away.
One of the reasons she had taken a shower upon getting home was because her bra had soaked up all her milk that had leaked after fucking Roger. That happened more often than not if she had sex and nursing wasn’t part of their play. Ben had drained her in the morning, but her body responded as usual and kept making milk all day. And then Roger hadn’t suckled from her when they had had sex.
Her body wasn’t used to this confusion of feelings. Her milk was out and she wanted to please Ben.
She felt terrible.
Naturally, she lied.
“You drained me this morning,” said Lyssa. “I’m not a cow. I don’t make a gallon a day.”
She felt awful about lying to her boyfriend and partner.
She didn’t feel bad about getting away with it.
“I just like the taste of it,” he told her. “And how it fixes my migraines.”
“It doesn’t fix your migraines,” she said with a kiss. “You just think it does.”
“I have a very powerful mind,” he said, cocksure of himself. “I can convince myself of anything.”
“You’re sure full of something,” she muttered as she started rocking her hips again.
“You’re full of me,” he pointed out.
Happy to have escaped danger, Alyssa gave him another kiss and started working her hips faster. “Dirty boy.”
“I’m gonna shoot my load into you and then you’ll be doubly full of me.”
Alyssa said nothing. She was about to cum again. She wanted Ben’s cum in her to wash away her sins. Ben didn’t need to know. She wasn’t going to cheat on him again.
It had been a one-time thing.
She was going to forget about Roger.
Today was going to be stuffed down the memory hole.
She thought of sucking Roger and Ben sucking on her tits together while one fingered her pussy and the other fingered her asshole.
She came.
Ben felt her sudden flush of heat and her pussy tightening and he came as well.
Later, after he fell asleep and she lay next to him feeling guilty, she wondered how she was going to fix her life now that she had fucked it up.
Chapter 4
The next morning Alyssa woke up to Ben sucking on her breast. It felt nice. She hadn’t put her sleep shirt back on the night before. She was relieved that her breasts were full enough to keep Ben happy; when she looked down at his face he was practically smiling around her flesh.
“Headache?” she asked him.
He shook his head no.
“Thirsty?”
He nodded his head yes.
“I’m not a breakfast bar,” she pointed out.
“You’re better than one.”
His hand rubbed her thigh and tried to press between them, searching for her pussy.
She kept her legs together.
“No sex this morning. I’m a bit sore from yesterday.” She winced as soon as the words left her mouth. Ben didn’t know about Roger, but he had fucked her twice so maybe he’d just let it slide.
Coming up for a breath of air, Ben said, “Can I have all your milk this morning?”
He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He went right back to the nipple.
Even if she had said no, she knew he would have nursed anyway.
It wasn’t as if she hated it. Yes, with him sucking on her all the time her breasts were always making milk, but it also released a good amount of endorphins or whatever the hell those hormones were. It made her feel good overall and it made her love him all the more. It was a fucked up chemical reaction and she knew it but she didn’t care.
Could someone get addicted to being nursed like you could get addicted to drugs or alcohol?
“Sure,” she relented. “But no pussy.”
It was a strange thing to have her adult partner nursing from her. She enjoyed it. But she didn’t tell anyone about it. Not her friends. Certainly not her coworkers. Definitely not her older, judgmental sister or cousins.
But it was fun to have a secret in her sex life. She didn’t need to share it with everyone. Just Ben.
She sighed a little as he continued to nurse from her. It felt so good.
She loved him. She didn’t say it enough. She pretended he annoyed her—and sometimes he did, especially with his need to nurse from her—but their life together had been wonderful.
His fingers moved from her thigh to the breast he had emptied and pinched the nipple while he latched onto her other side. She sighed again and twisted a little, giving him better access. This was a nice way to start the day.
The sex. The vacations. The time together. His loyalty. His cock. Their shared house. No life was perfect but this was better than she had ever imagined. They didn’t need to get married.
She shuddered as her body enjoyed being used. He had even given her bigger and better tits and they were all natural.
It was sort of fun to show them off. They were the perfect size and nice and soft when they were empty but firmly proud when she was full and ready to be nursed.
Alyssa moaned.
She should wear lower cut blouses. Catch the attention of more men. She didn’t need more men. Just Roger.
Fuck!
Not Roger. Just Ben. Her boyfriend. Her lover. Her everything.
And Roger’s wonderful cock.
Alyssa came.
She didn’t want to cum, it just happened.
It happened when she was thinking about Roger’s cock. And fucking Roger again.
Ben stopped sucking.
“Did you just cum?” he asked her.
“Maybe,” she lied.
“You came!” He was delighted.
“So?”
“You haven’t cum from having your tits sucked in a long time,” he pointed out.
“Ugh! You! Can’t a girl just have a good time and not be judged?” She pushed him away. She was half annoyed and half turned on and half guilty. That was three halves. She knew that was wrong but she wasn’t thinking logically at the moment. Her breasts were still tingling and she didn’t want Ben to know she had cheated on him. She just wanted everything to go back to normal and for Roger to just disappear from her life.
“I’m not judging you. Well, maybe I am,” Ben admitted. “But it’s a positive judgment,” he assured her. “I don’t want to be with a woman who can’t cum from having just her nipples played with.”
She gave him a sarcastic smile. “Great. Thanks. I need to shower.” Alyssa slipped from the bed and forced herself not to run for the relative privacy of the bathroom. That would seem guilty and out of character.
“Love you,” he called after her.
“Same,” she replied before closing the door. The word all but stuck in her throat.
When she checked her phone before leaving there were two messages from Roger. She didn’t dare look at them while in the house with Ben. It killed her to drive all the way to work without reading either of the messages. There was no way she was going to sit in the driveway and read them. She couldn’t get caught in such a stupid way.
Alyssa also couldn’t wait to go into the relative privacy of her office. She looked at her phone when she found a spot in the parking lot. With music playing on the car stereo it just looked like she was taking a minute to herself before going back to the grind. That’s what she told herself.
Roger: Just wanted to thank you for a great lunch yesterday.
Roger: I’d love to meet with you to continue our discussion.
At least he knew how to be discreet. He had no way of knowing if the number she gave him was for a personal or company phone. If she was going to have an affair with someone, it had to be someone who was smart and discreet.
The problem was she didn’t know how to respond to him. She was torn between just saying no and sticking with her original plan of never seeing him again, personally or professionally, and insisting that they meet up again today during lunch so he could fuck her brains out.
She needed to set rules for him. And herself.
Alyssa: This is my personal phone.
Alyssa: We can’t do this every day.
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Alyssa nearly jumped out of her skin.
Beverly was standing next to Alyssa’s car, smiling. She had rapped on Alyssa’s window nearly causing the other woman to scream. She did fumble her phone. That was probably a good thing. Alyssa had been on the verge of writing the message “But maybe I can make time to fuck you today” followed by a peach and an eggplant because those were supposed to be dirty and flirty.
Alyssa gave her coworker a weak smile. The woman had no common sense.
“Sorry!” Beverly called through the window. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Alyssa wanted to tell her then she shouldn’t sneak up on people in their cars when they were in the middle of texting.
Or sexting.
But she didn’t.
As she searched for her phone on the car’s floor she smiled wanly. “Just sending Ben a message. I was lost in thought.” She had to shout through the window. Alyssa wanted to tell her off, but Bev was one of those office busybodies that loved to gossip and for some reason thought Alyssa was her friend.
“You shouldn’t sit in your car after you turn it off. Carbon dioxide poisoning.”
Alyssa nodded and slipped her phone into her bag before opening the door. “Good advice. I better hurry into the office. Gotta lot waiting for me today.”
She walked fast enough to leave Bev well behind her even though the older woman was obviously hurrying. Alyssa hurried faster.
When she finally got to her office and pulled out her phone, Roger had already texted her back.
Roger: How about once a week?
Just the thought of cheating on Ben made her feel awful. But it also made her pussy tingle and she could feel herself getting wet. It was wrong, so wrong to do this and to have these thoughts. She loved Ben. She loved how Ben sucked on her tits. Being his lactation source was weird, but she had grown to love it.
She didn’t need any other man other than Ben.
So why did she want Roger?
Alyssa: How about tomorrow. You busy during lunch?
The next day Alyssa made sure she woke up early enough that Ben had plenty of time to nurse from her. She might have had a mild orgasm while he did so. When he asked if she wanted to have sex, she just grabbed his cock—he was already semi-hard—and kissed him, tasting her sweet milk on his lips and tongue, while jacking him off.
Alyssa loved making him cum all over her hand and his stomach. The mess he made was sticky and sloppy. She invited him to shower first. While he was in the bathroom she quickly searched her underwear drawer and found some lingerie that was the perfect intersection of sexy and practical. She could wear it to work and not have to worry about Ben questioning it. She could wear it in front of Roger and be assured she was turning him on.
It was part of the subtle female art of seduction and discretion that she showered and dressed without her partner of a decade questioning her clothing choices that morning. She even managed to slip a pair of breast pads into her bra to protect herself from leaks.
She hated it when she was turned on and her milk leaked and stained her clothing.
The best part of the plans she had made for the day was that she was able to do so because of her job. She could disappear for hours at a time and no one would question it. Why hadn’t she taken advantage of this before?
She knew why.
She loved Ben and cheating wasn’t in her nature.
So why did she suddenly want to do it?
It couldn’t be just because it turned her on, could it?
She tried to act normally during the morning, but she kept checking her phone for messages and the time. Noon couldn’t arrive early enough. She had several issues on her desk that she didn’t dare address because of her anxiety and eagerness. The only thing to do was to draft responses and not send them.
Alyssa left early for lunch. The hotel that Roger had chosen was different from the one they had met at earlier. That was smart. It was also a little nicer. Classy.
When she texted him that she was in the lobby it took him a few minutes to respond.
She hated waiting.
Roger: Still on my way. Have a drink or something.
Alyssa seethed. She didn’t want to be drunk for this. She was already going to have to eat some shit meal at her desk while she worked, just so she could get laid.
It had better be worth it.
She waited in the lobby, using her work phone to almost accomplish something so the day wasn’t completely shot.
The moment Roger walked in, she was on her feet and had to restrain herself from running up to him for a kiss.
She knew this was risky from start to finish, but she couldn’t stop herself.
That was half the fun.
Roger was cool and calm.
Checking in took forever (two minutes). The desk clerk definitely knew they were there to fuck. She didn’t care.
They held hands in the elevator. Was it unusual to check in without luggage?
The moment the door was shut and they had some privacy, Alyssa turned to him for a kiss. Somehow letting his tongue into her mouth was more intimate than letting his cock in her pussy.
She could feel his hardness in his pants and wasn’t able to resist any longer.
Going down on her knees, she opened up his pants and his cock all but sprang out. In an instant she had her mouth around his hardness and she sucked him, feeling relief spread through her body.