Green Bush Erotica Collection Volume 19

Milking Polly

 

Elliot Silvestri

 

Chapter One

 

“What do you want for an anniversary present?” Polly asked.

“We aren’t married,” was Ben’s quick response.

“We’ve been dating for seven years,” she pointed out.

“It’s been that long?” he asked, surprised.

She swatted him gently over the head with her paperback book as they lay in bed together reading before turning out the light to go to sleep. “Yes!”

“Oh. I don’t know…what’s traditional for a seven year anniversary where you aren’t married?”

“I’m not asking what you think is traditional. I want to know what you want,” Polly insisted.

Ben wasn’t buying her assertions and carefully put down his Nook. “You don’t really want to know what I want for an anniversary present. You just want to get me something nice to commemorate the moment to make me happy.” He tried to keep his tone neutral, but the words were harsh.

She kept her temper. “Fine then, do you want nothing?”

He certainly didn’t want to piss off his long term girlfriend. Ben tried again. “Can I have anything I want?”

“Within reason. If it’s something we can afford and something I can do for you. You can ask for a real working lightsaber all you want, but you’re not going to get one.”

The wheels started turning in his mind. “Can it be something that you do for me?” he asked deviously.

Polly was no fool. “Depends on what you want me to do. Don’t forget, I want a present from you too,.”

“Wait. I didn’t ask what you wanted,” he protested.

“Do you think you’re just going to get an anniversary present and I get nothing?” she demanded.

“Oh. Right. Good point.” He nodded thoughtfully. “What do you want then?”

“I asked first.”

“How about we both write down what we want and trade them at the same time?” he asked.

“You don’t trust me?” Polly laid a hand on her chest and adopted the pose of a wounded woman.

“I trust you…but what I’m going to ask for…you might not like.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What do you think I’m going to ask for?”

His voice became blasé. “Jewelry, chocolate, roses. One of them. I’m the one who’s going to ask for something kinky.”

Now Polly frowned at Ben. “Really? You think that’s what I’m going to ask for?”

Ben tried again. “Maybe a vacation trip somewhere exotic?” He knew he was on thin ice.

She jumped out of bed and ran for the door. Despite the situation, Ben couldn’t help but admire her little ass under her purple panties and the tight white t-shirt she normally wore to bed. Polly returned to the room a minute later with two pieces of paper and two pencils.

“I know what I’m asking for, buddy,” she told him handing over one of each. “I’m betting yours isn’t nearly as interesting.”

Using the back of her book as an ersatz writing desk she scribbled a few words onto her paper and waited impatiently as Ben did the same using his Nook.

“Ready?” she asked holding up her paper and reaching for his.

“You aren’t going to like it,” he warned her.

“Who says you’re going to like mine?”

After a few practice snatches, they managed to exchange their papers with a minimum of fuss and argument.

When Ben read what she had written he looked up and asked, “Can I watch?”

Polly’s response was different. “Why don’t you just ask me to get a boob job?”

The size of her breasts had long been a sore point in Polly’s life. Her tits had stopped growing as a teenager and she could barely fill out the smallest bras in the best lingerie stores. Ben professed that he didn’t care about the size of her breasts. In truth, he didn’t. He was more interested in her pussy and her small breasts didn’t bother him the least. Her small nipples were a delight for him to play with and he could often bring her right to the edge of orgasm just by sucking, biting, squeezing, and teasing them.

“No. Does it say I want you to get a boob job?” he asked with a tinge of anger in his voice.

Her response was equally huffy. “You want me to lactate!” she cried out. “That will make my boobs bigger.”

Over the years Polly had come to terms with her small bustline. She didn’t value herself by the size of her tits, but she took offense whenever it was implied she needed to have a larger chest.

“Maybe, but probably not. I just want to taste your milk,” he insisted.

“You have a breast fixation,” she accused.

“I have a nipple fixation,” he countered. “That’s different. Your nipples are pink and perfectly sized. I just want them in my mouth more. I want to taste you milk.”

“That’s really weird,” she told him. “Do you really want that?”

“Yes.”

“What brought this about?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. You watch some porn clips on the internet, you watch a few more, type in the search term for breasts, and then next thing you know there are videos of lactating women spraying their breast milk all over the place.”

She regarded him with a frown. “And you want this?”

“I want to try it. If you know anything about it, you know that it’s a lot harder to do than you think.”

“I’m not getting pregnant,” Polly said flatly.

“You don’t have to get pregnant, you just need to take a few natural homeopathic stimulants and have regular, steady breast and nipple stimulation.”

Her gaze didn’t change. “You’ve been studying this a little too much, I think.”

“It won’t hurt,” he promised her.

“I doubt that.”

“How you would know unless you try?” he asked. “And you’re the one who asked for this. Are you backing out now?”

She considered his request…and the opportunity she had requested from him. “No, I’m not backing out. But I want to know if you’ll give me what I asked for.”

Ben didn’t have to look at her request. He had already memorized it. “I already said yes.”

“What? No you didn’t.”

“You probably didn’t hear me because you were thinking about your tits,” he said. “I already said ‘Can I watch?’”

“I thought you were kidding.”

“I’m not. I’d like to watch you having sex with another guy.”

Her eyes goggled. “You would?”

Ben moved closer to her, pressing his body against hers. “Sure. Why not. You’re beautiful. I love watching you cum. It would be fucking incredible if I could watch another guy make you cum.”

“You’d let me do this? What if you couldn’t watch? What if I wanted to have sex with other men and not tell you about it at all?”

He shook his head. “I would know if you had sex with someone else. I’d demand details.”

“That’s fucking weird.”

“Most people call it kinky.”

“You’re getting off on the fact I want to cheat on you,” she pointed out. His cock, hidden under the covers of the bed and partially shielded behind his boxers, was still hard and pressing on her thigh.

“Yeah? So? Is it wrong to be kinky?”

“I didn’t think you were this kinky.”

“Orange juice with extra pulp,” he reminded her.

“Oh. Yeah. Right. That.” They had been dating four years and been living together for two before they had revealed that both preferred extra pulpy orange juice. Their entire time up to then they had been buying plain no pulp orange juice because one had assumed the other liked it plain. “You really want to try this?” she asked him.

In response Ben pushed up the edge of Polly’s shirt, over the slight bump of her breast, exposing a nipple and licked it. “Yes,” he said as he watched the little pink nub wrinkle up at the cooling effect of his saliva combined with the sexual thrill he had just given her. “Want to start now?”

“I don’t have any guy I can just call up to come over and fuck me,” she said softly hoping he’d lick her nipple again.

“I wasn’t talking about that,” he said and lowered his mouth to her nipple. She sighed and inhaled deeply, feeling her nipple drawing as deeply as possible into his mouth.

“Oh. This. Yeah. Okay, go ahead.” She was already resting her head back into the pillow to enjoy what he was about to do to her.

She expected him to suck on her a bit more, then switch to the other breast, and probably push his hand down into her panties. That would be a good way to start sex for the night. But that didn’t happen exactly. Sure Ben sucked and bit at her nipple, and even moved his hand to lightly pinch her other nipple, but he didn’t progress any further. He just kept sucking on her right nipple and holding the left.

After this had gone on too long, she spoke up. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t like it?” he asked taking a quick break from sucking.

“It’s nice,” she admitted without saying that her panties were slowly getting wet from his oral stimulation of her nipple. “But you need to move things along.”

Ben shook his head. “Nope. Most of the guides I’ve read say you need to be stimulated for at least ten minutes per day on each breast.” He glanced at the clock. “We’ve got five more minutes on this one and then ten on the other.”

“You’re serious?!”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I didn’t think we’d be starting tonight.”

He looked miffed. “And they say that women want more foreplay. Are you the exception.” Ben placed has hand over her panty-covered pussy. It was easy to feel the heat and moisture coming up through the cotton. He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe you like it more than you’re admitting.”

She sighed, half with frustration, half with desire. “Could you rub my clit a little?” she asked. She wasn’t able to meet his eyes. She could never talk about what she wanted in bed unless she was drunk, on the edge of cumming, or if the room was completely dark.

“Sure.” He went back to her nipple but also slipped his hand into her panties. She parted her legs allowing him access to her pussy. Polly’s mound was completely smooth. She had taken a bath before coming to bed and had removed the day’s pubic stubble. Even though she knew it made her look more like a pre-pubescent girl Polly had been shaving her pussy for too many years to let her pubes grow back in. She liked the way it made sex feel. She liked being smooth and unblemished. It had taken a couple of years for her to convince Ben to trim back his pubic hair and shave his balls, but their sex life was the better for it.

She was disappointed he didn’t push his finger into her pussy, but settled into the gentle stimulation of his palm covering her clit. It felt good. Before she knew it he let go of her nipple and switched to her left breast.

“Already?”

“I don’t want to over stimulate you,” he said. “Roll a bit to your side.” It took them a minute to get into position, but once that was done Polly found herself enjoying what he was doing to her body…especially her breast. The left was a little sore from his enthusiastic sucking, but her pussy was good and wet and ready to go once he was done with the left tit.

When he was done nursing from her left breast Ben yanked off her panties. Polly helped him by lifting up her legs and allowing the purple panties to be easily removed. When his hand returned to her cunt, Polly was amazed at how easily his fingers penetrated deeply into her. She knew she was aroused and wet but she hadn’t realized how greatly he had prepared her. Almost immediately she was pulling his hand away and encouraging Ben to get on top of her. She wanted his cock now.

It was a bit of a struggle to get him out of his boxers, but soon he was free and he entered her easily. She groaned in appreciation at being filled wonderfully by his cock. Although Ben was perfectly average sized, Polly knew she had a craving for cock that was somewhat unnatural but when her pussy was filled all coherent thought left her mind. Their fucking wasn’t languorous or gentle. They rutted like animals in heat. Ben didn’t last more than two minutes inside her silken pussy before he came, shooting heavy ropes of spunk deep into her womb.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Polly chanted cursing. She had cum right after he finished. That was the way she liked to cum, her pussy full of his manhood and semen. When he pulled out she shivered with the loss.

“Good for you?” Ben asked.

“Uh-huh,” Polly managed to vocalize. The intensity of her orgasm wasn’t very high on the scale. Many times before she had cum harder to the point where she had scared herself. This time was different. It was a long orgasm that seemed to keep reverberating from her clit to her nipples and back.

“Want to do it again?” he asked.

Polly nodded in the darkness. She knew he couldn’t see her but she couldn’t make herself say any words. She wanted to fuck again, right that moment, but she knew he had spent himself and it would take at the very least a half hour for him to get it up again.

Still shaking she curled up into a fetal position and Ben spooned her, wrapping both his arms around her and pressing his chest to her back. She knew they were going to fall asleep that way even if she wanted to have sex one more time. His breathing slowed and steadied, indicating to her that he had already passed out.

Without letting his arms go free, she put her hand between her legs and felt Ben’s leavings seeping out of her pussy. It was so easy to rub her clit slowly and gently. It was the opposite of the sex they had just had. It was exactly what she needed at the moment. Polly continued to rub her clit, occasionally slipping her fingers up into her pussy, feeling his cum coat her skin, until her body shook one more time with the pleasant release of orgasm.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

She didn’t expect to be woken up by Ben’s lips on her breast, but that was the way it happened. “What are you doing?” she mumbled as sleep slowly receded from her foggy brain.

“Nursing,” he said quickly being sucks of her small nipple.

It felt good—she had to admit that—and it was a pleasant way to wake up, but it was a strange one as well. “I can see that, but do you have to do it now?” She was partly annoyed at being woken up from a pleasant rest and partly aroused because his lips, tongue, and teeth knew exactly what to do to make her pussy wet. Or was it still wet from the night before? She couldn’t really tell. Light was starting to stream through the windows, so it was morning…

“Yes.”

“Why?” she asked, only partly exasperated at this point. She felt her libido rising and her pussy moistening. She wasn’t sure if they would have time for a quick fuck or not before having to leave for work.

“Stimulating your breasts.”

It took her a moment to process the information. “Are you really serious about last night?” she asked in a quiet voice. She couldn’t believe she had revealed to him that she wanted to have sex with other men—and worse she couldn’t believe that she had somewhat willingly gone along with his request to try to make her breasts lactate.

“Yes.” He looked up at her from his position attached to her tit. “Aren’t you?”

She said nothing and ran her fingers through his tangled hair. He wore it longer than was currently stylish. That was one of the many things about Ben she loved, his complete indifference to what everyone else thought. He did what made him happy. “Umm,” she vocalized as he released her right nipple and smoothly moved over to the left.

“Aren’t you?” he repeated as he moved.

“Is it really okay with you if I have sex with other guys?” she asked as muddled fantasies swirled around in her brain.

“If I can watch,” he said, repeating his answer from the previous night. “And if I can make you lactate.”

“Okay,” she sighed as his fingers dipped between her legs and played with her pussy. He continued to suck on her breast while he masturbated her pussy. To Polly’s annoyance she could just feel the stubble of her pubic hair growing back. In the back of her mind she wished she wasn’t such a baby and was willing to undergo a full waxing, to get rid of her hair for a whole month at a time, but that wasn’t going to happen. She was too afraid of the pain.

The little orgasm took her by surprise. She was having trouble distinguishing between the waves of pleasure between her pussy and her tit when it hit. The ragged breaths she took as the orgasm blossomed made her chest shake. Ben hardly seemed to notice. After she was done cumming apparently he had decided he had nursed enough and released her tit. This was much to Polly’s relief—until he clambered on top of her, slipping his cock into her wet pussy. Already she was exhausted and the day had barely stated.

“Make it quick,” she whispered in his ear as he started thrusting his cock rapidly in and out of her pussy.

“I won’t last,” he promised. It was true. This morning if his cock stayed in her pussy a full minute it would have been stretching the truth. It felt nice for her pussy to once again be flooded by his seed, but she couldn’t help but let her head flop to the side and look at the alarm clock. “Shit. We’re going to be late!”

With that unromantic note, she pushed him off her body and dashed for the shower. Ben didn’t mind. He had already gotten what he wanted that morning.

 

At her job Polly took some time on the internet to search out a new sex partner. She had a few to choose from—friends on Facebook, one cute new hire at her office, and of course a complete stranger she could hook up with on any one of a number of web sites. Up until this point her desire to have sex with another man besides Ben was pure fantasy—when faced with the reality of the moment, she discovered that it was a lot more complicated than she initially envisioned.

Before she knew it Polly had wasted half the afternoon creating a set of profiles on two dating sites. Both were largely truthful and she was fairly sure she was going into the process with open eyes. Ten minutes before the end of the day she made the mistake of checking the disposable email account she had created for the profiles and discovered it was jammed with dozens of responses.

They were all disappointments. After seeing more than her fair share of unsolicited dick pictures she turned off her computer and went home depressed. Ben was waiting for her there, she consoled herself.

Unfortunately this was the new, milk obsessed Ben, not the old Ben who loved her just for being Polly. This was the new Ben who loved her just for being Polly…and for being the woman who would supposedly supply him with a steady stream of breast milk like in his dreams.

She hadn’t walked through the door and taken two steps before he ran up to her, kissed her, and gave her a hug. “How was your day?”

“Exhausting,” she complained.

“Come lay down on the bed and tell me about it.”

Ben wasn’t being the attentive and helpful boyfriend. He was drawing her into his lair. The moment she laid down next to him on the bed for a few minutes quiet rest before contemplating making dinner, he started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Don’t,” she said firmly. “I’m not in the mood.”

“You want to break our agreement?” he asked, disappointed.

“What?”

“You sound like you want to break our agreement.”

She put her hand over her face and thought about it for the moment. “You want to nurse on me and have sex,” she said. “I’m not in the mood for sex right now.”

“We don’t have to have sex,” he told her. “I’ll just stimulate your breasts. When we’re done, you can tell me if you want to have sex.”

“And I get nothing out of this…”

Ben was offended. “You get a lot out of this. You get sexual enjoyment, you get laid, and you get to have sex with whatever guy you want. Pending my approval.”

“Uh-huh. I just spend half the day trying to find a guy to fuck and you don’t even want to hear about the depressing set of replies I got.”

“Dick pics?”

“Dick pics. Lots of dick pics. And terrible grammar and spelling.”

Ben finished unbuttoning Polly’s shirt and pushed it open to reveal her lacy bra. Because her bras were mostly ornamental Polly usually opted to wear lingerie that was fancy rather than practical. Today’s choice was plain white that was mostly insubstantial lace. Her pink nipples were easily visible through the gauzy material and Ben paused to admire her tiny tits. “You have beautiful breasts,” he told her.

“You really want to go through with this?” she asked.

“Hell yes,” he answered and lightly kissed her mound of flesh through the lace. “Were you telling me a lie last night when you said you wanted to fuck another guy?”

“No.”

He ran his finger under the edge of the bra’s lace, feeling the contrast between her skin and the material. “Did you have a guy in mind?”

“Again, no.”

Ben nodded as his fingers reached the clasp in the front of the bra. He liked that Polly wore front closure bras. It made access to her tits that much easier. Using just two fingers he skillfully unclasped the bra and let it shrink back ever so slightly. He lowered his head and kissed her sternum. “I might be able to help you with that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He brushed back the two cups to her bra, exposing her puckered little nipples. Grasping one between finger and thumb, he put his mouth over the other and gently sucked it into his mouth. Despite herself, despite the situation, Polly sighed. What he was doing to her felt incredibly good. She tried not to think about his motivation for doing it to her.

“How?”

There was a poignant pause before he answered as Ben rolling her nipple between his teeth and tongue. “I know a few guys who have admired you more than once. They’ve even offered to take you off my hands if you ever became too much to handle.”

“Uh…no. I don’t want to fuck any of your weird friends.”

He looked up at her a moment. “Okay. Your loss. You can find a guy on your own then.”

“That’ll be fine,” she said softly and pulled his head back to her breast. “Just make me feel good for a few minutes, okay?”

She couldn’t believe she was saying the words, but somehow his sucking on her tits had made her feel incredibly relaxed…and a little turned on as well. Ben did as she asked. He didn’t even move his hand down to her pussy.

She did. Somewhat to her shame. Naturally Ben did nothing to slow or discourage her. He just watched as her hand slipped into her pants. Polly was skinny enough that putting her hand down her pants wasn’t a problem. Ben wanted to open up her zipper and watch her fingers busy in the folds of her pussy, but he didn’t want to push his luck. As he nursed from her breasts he simply kept his head and body out of the way so Polly could masturbate in peace. His sucking got stronger and she started writhing around on the bed, her hips moving of their own accord as if trying to escape her hand. “Oh fuck, oh shit,” she cursed as she made herself cum.

Through the entire process Ben never stopped sucking on her tits. When she was done Polly’s eyes opened up. She had extra energy. She didn’t like the way he was grinning up at her while still holding her tit in his mouth. “What?”

“You’re beautiful when you cum.”

“You’re not getting laid tonight,” she told him.

“That’s okay. I’ll be happy just using your tits.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Can I say one more thing?” he asked.

Polly pushed him away and sat up, adjusting her bra, putting the clasp back into place, and rebuttoning her shirt. “What?”

“We need to put you on a new diet to help make your milk come in.”

“Special diet?”

“Well, you need to eat more. Hopefully the supplements I ordered will come in the mail in a couple of days.”

“I need to eat more?”

“Yeah. We’ve talked about this before. You’ve said you get too busy and forget to eat.” This was true. Sometimes while working in the hospital lab Polly would forget to eat lunch while running her tests and screenings then when she got home at the end of the day she was too exhausted to make or eat dinner. Her weight suffered. “I’ll make you all the healthy meals you’ll need with extra calories so you can produce a good supply of milk.”

She blinked at him. “You’ve given this a little too much thought.”

“Or not nearly enough,” he winked at her.

“You’re trying to take over my body,” she complained.

“Just two parts of it.”

“Ha. I suppose next you’ll offer to find a non-creepy friend of yours for me to fuck.”

“If you want. He can even be a complete stranger.”

 

Even though she considered herself open-minded, Polly was pretty sure her new partner would have to be a complete stranger. As much as she loved Ben, there was no way she would consider fucking any of his friends. They were just…too weird. Occasionally she called them creepy, but that wasn’t truly correct. They tended to look odd and act odd—out of date fashions, unusual hairstyles, strange political convictions, addiction to anime porn—that put them out of the running in what Polly would consider her minimum level of sexual attractiveness.

As much as she hated to do it, she forced herself to slowly slog through all the replies to her new sex fishing site profiles. After her initial disgust with the first batch of replies she modified her profiles slightly and specified no sexually explicit pictures for the first email. That instruction, she realized in retrospect, was an act of genius. If the guys wanting to get into her pants weren’t smart enough to follow—or even read—the directions in her profile, they didn’t deserve her pussy. The fact that she mentioned she was small-busted and had a boyfriend but was simply looking for a little something on the side didn’t have any negative impact on the number of her replies. Polly was getting five to ten emails a day from men living up to a hundred miles away.

“Am I really that desirable?” she pondered aloud when scrolling through her responses. She wondered how many replies women who were looking for gang bangs and demanded dick pics right away got.

Despite her misgivings she did at least briefly look at every response and saw more hard cocks in an afternoon than a two dollar whore saw on a Friday night. Most were unimpressive. The ones that were notable weren’t that great either. In any case, she deleted those replies without even reading what her possible paramour had written. The few replies she did read left her depressed. Most of the men couldn’t string together more than two coherent sentences. Even the ones that could rarely did so without mentioning such phrases as “I’m going to take my massive rod and plow your fuck hole”. While no prude, Polly considered writing something like that was worse than a guy whipping out his dick on a first date the moment she got in the car to go to dinner.

“How goes the search?” Ben asked her one evening when she got home. He knew she liked to spend her lunch hour perusing her replies.

“Terrible.” They were three weeks in to Ben’s fantasy of getting her breasts to produce some milk. When she got home her automatic response was to take off her shirt and bra, lay down on the bed or couch, and wait for Ben to suck and stimulate her nipples. Oddly, it relaxed her more than she anticipated. In many ways it was better than a drink before dinner—no headache or dizziness that was the first step toward inebriation. They no longer had sex right after her suckled her; they waited for the evening when they got into bed and he stimulated her a second time. By then she was usually on edge and ready to fuck after having her tits played with for half an hour.

Ben came out of the kitchen carrying a glass of water and a pair of pills in his hand. “No luck finding a prospect yet?” Ben was actually disappointed in this development. He found the idea that his long term girlfriend was going to go out and fuck someone else undeniably erotic and intriguing. He wanted to see her in the throes of passion with another man—but she said she wanted to do it once with her soon-to-be-found paramour before she would let him watch.

“No.” She accepted the water and pills, downing them without a second thought. This had been an argument two weeks prior. She was certain that the massive bottles of fenugreek and blessed thistle he had ordered were nothing short of snake oil—the equivalent of massive doses of vitamin C to fight off a cold when it was physically impossible for her body, or anyone’s body, to absorb that much vitamin C or fenugreek or blessed thistle at once. Still, they didn’t have any negative effects on her body, so it wasn’t worth fighting about. “C’mon, suck my tits like you mean it,” she told him.

Ben laughed. “Really?”

“I’m vaguely horny. This will help.”

“I’m glad you’re getting into this,” he told her and guided her to the couch where they settled in together and he pressed his mouth to her chest.

As he sucked, she snaked her hand down into her panties to caress her pussy. She was already wet. She liked that. No waiting. She was determined to make herself wait, however. It had gotten to the point where after just a minute of suckling Polly’s body was ready to have a nice little orgasm, giving her a boost of energy to get through the evening. She didn’t want that today. She wanted to make her jilling off last.

When Ben’s hand moved toward her crotch, she slapped it away. “No. Just me right now. Be good and you can fuck me tonight.”

He moved his hand back and waited. She kept her fingers busy in her slit, running them up and down along her opening, getting them wet, fiddling with her clit as he sucked on her tits. There was a direct connected between her pussy and her nipples and it was hard for her to acknowledge that what he did to her excited her body terribly. She didn’t like having her body controlled by another person, but the way it made her feel was delightful. Making herself masturbate and getting herself off rather than letting Ben do it was the only way she could exert control over her own sexuality.

She put off her orgasm as long as possible. Ben had switched to her right breast and her fingers were slick with the moisture leaking from her pussy. Polly couldn’t help it, she lightly pinched and alternately rubbed her clit keeping her right on the edge for far too long. She flicked her clit two more times and felt a little gush in her pussy, soaking her panties.

“Fuck,” she cursed.

“What’s the matter?”

“I came.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“I came too soon. You’re not done yet.”

“I can be if you want me to be.”

She let her eyes close. “No. Just make it quick.”

Ben did so, sucking on her small breast for another minute and then released it. Polly liked to cum just as Ben was finishing or was already done.

“I have an idea,” Ben said when he sat up. Polly tossed aside her bra and just pulled on her shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. It was ungodly hot inside their place even though the temperature outside was dropping as they moved toward winter.

“Don’t tell me. Last time you had an idea I agreed to let you control my boobs.”

“No, no. It’s not about that,” he said. “Well, not directly. I have an idea on how you can meet a guy.”

She sighed. “All right, let me hear it.” Polly mentally braced herself as she headed for the kitchen for a drink of water. She was always thirsty after getting her nipples stimulated.

“You need to start hunting down guys profiles,” he said. “You’ll probably have better luck if you approach the guys that interest you rather than letting the creeps and weirdoes come to you.”

“That’s…actually a pretty good idea,” she agreed. “Thanks!”

“It’s what I live for.”

 

Polly was surprised at what she found once she went looking. Certainly there were plenty of creeps with online profiles, but there were less of them and they weren’t nearly as creepy. Some were very easy to weed out, but many she put into the “possible” category.

“The problem is,” she confided in Ben, “is that there are so many of them desperate to get laid.”

“Those are the ones who are married,” he told her. “Or have girlfriends that don’t put out.”

She swatted him on his shoulder as he nursed from her. “I’m someone’s girlfriend.”

He nodded as he rolled her nipple over his tongue. “True, but you have my permission. If these guys are married or have girlfriends, they’ll mention that or be willing to let you met the old ball and chain.”

“Is that what you think I am?” she protested.

“Not at all,” he said rubbing his cheek on her erect nipple. “That’s how those guys think of their significant other.”

Ben’s advice didn’t help much, but it still felt good to have him nurse on her tits when she wanted to talk to him. It gave them both time to think before they spoke. Oddly, once Ben had seriously started nursing from her, she had felt close to him than before. She looked forward to their time together and even more eagerly to the orgasms that they shared. She knew it was stupid, but it felt like her body more quickly responded to Ben’s advances ever since they had started down this path.

There were pages and pages of men looking to get laid. Polly was largely disappointed in most of them. She had sorted through them several different ways and managed to get her possibles down to a reasonable level. From that point it was just a matter or reading each one.

Once she found the right man, she knew it right away. His picture said it all. It wasn’t a dick pic, just one of his face taken outside during the summer, there were trees in the background and it was a casual pose, maybe taken by a friend. It was his face that sold it to her. There wasn’t anything remarkable about his face, slightly better than average looks, dark brown eyes and light brown hair. It was the fact that she had seen the face before that convinced her. “Jonathan, the new hire,” she murmured as she skimmed through his profile. How would he react when she sent him a reply and told him they worked together?

It only took a minute for her to whip together a quick email to his secret profile.

Hi. You’re awfully cute in your picture. I’d love to meet some time for coffee and then sex if everything works out. What do you say?

It was exactly the type of response that Polly had been hoping to get from someone, anyone.

She was pleased that it only took Jonathan five minutes to reply. Was he playing around on his email or profile during his lunch hour as well?

Sure! I’d love to meet you. Your profile doesn’t have a pic. Can I get one before we meet?

Polly considered her options and replied.

I work downtown. Can you meet during lunch sometime this week?

She didn’t bother reply to his request for a picture. She wanted to be mysterious and knowing that he worked in her office, a picture was premature.

Sure. Tomorrow? Where?

She was glad he didn’t push the picture issue.

Tomorrow is good. Is Madeline’s far from your office?

It was. After exchanging phone numbers to make the meet up easier Polly went home all but floating on a cloud.

She didn’t tell Ben about her success. She barely could believe it herself. Was it a sin to hide her secret rendezvous from her boyfriend even if he had given her permission to have sex with another man? She didn’t care. She wanted to keep the secret for a couple of days at least.

“Your tits are hard tonight,” Ben commented during a quick rest between sucking her breasts.

“Sorry, they change firmness depending on where I am in my cycle,” she commented. She wasn’t really thinking about Ben’s kink at the moment. She was thinking about her date tomorrow for lunch.

“I like it,” he said. “Makes me think they’re getting ready to give up a little milk.”

“How would you know?” she asked absently. “Will the taste be that strong you’ll just know? Will it squirt out like a hose?”

He pulled back and furrowed his brow. “Huh. I don’t know. Maybe we should squeeze your tits a bit to find out what’s going on exactly.” He grabbed her left breast, the one he hadn’t nursed from yet, between his hands and ungently massaged it.

“Hey! Fuck! Cut it out! That hurts!”

“Holy shit.” The words were spoken softly by Ben.

They both watched in awed silence as a pair of translucent drops formed on the tip of her tiny nipples and quickly rolled down the gentle slope of her breast. He couldn’t help himself; Ben leaned forward and licked the little beads as they journeyed down her skin.

“What does it taste like?” she asked.

“Kind of sweet,” he said after a minute. “There’s not that much there to actually taste. Very sweet and kind of fruity too.” He licked his lips; his eyes were unfocused, staring into the distance.

Ben’s hands had released her breast and Polly grabbed herself and squeezed again, this time more gently and effectively than Ben had. Several little pearly beads popped up out of her nipple and coalesced together. This time Ben didn’t wait for it to slide down her breast. He licked it directly from the nipple and then latched on to her erect pink nub and sucked.

Polly’s eyes rolled up at the pleasure he was giving her. She wanted to shove her hand between her legs but that wasn’t necessary. What he was doing to her tit was more than good enough. “Oh fuck that’s good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“You taste wonderful,” he murmured to her.

“Keep going,” she begged.

As he nursed on her together they slowly removed her clothes and his. It was initially a bit awkward aligning their bodies and slipping his cock into her pussy without breaking the latch to her tit, but they managed to get his cock into her cunt.

“This was the best idea ever,” she told him. “We should have done it years ago.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he agreed from her breast. His back was arched and his head was ducked down to hold onto her tiny tit, but it was worth it. It was all worth it.

Even after he came and she joined him a moment later, she renewed her resolution not to tell Ben about her impending date.

 

Chapter Three

 

When Jonathan walked into Madeline’s he took one, then two slow surveys of the dining area and pulled out his cell phone. Polly slowly stirred her coffee and watched him. If he recognized her he hadn’t given any indication when he walked in. She felt her cell phone vibrate in her jacket pocket and reached inside, immediately silencing it.

Jonathan’s mouth twisted into a unhappy moue as he stared at his phone. Polly couldn’t help smiling and waited patiently for him to look up. She managed to catch his eye and wave him over. This time he recognized her. His brow furrowed and he slowly made his way over to her table.

“Hi,” she said brightly. “Do you come here for lunch often?”

They had chatted a few times in person before their email exchange and she had flirted shamelessly each time, which according to every other single woman in the office was the same thing they did when speaking to young, sexy Jonathan. He was certainly used to it.

“Um. No. Never before. I’m actually supposed to be meeting someone here.” He couldn’t look her in the eye and anxiously held his cell phone while they talked.

“Why don’t you sit down with me for a minute? Maybe he’s just running behind a little. Give him a call.”

Jonathan nodded and started tapping the phone again. “She actually. It’s supposed to be a casual lunch date,” he said taking a seat. She pulled her own phone from her jacket pocket and placed it on the table.

He still didn’t look at her when the phone started vibrating. It shook once, twice, three times, and then once more before she reached out and stabbed the ignore button.

One more time Jonathan’s face soured. “I got ignored again,” he groused.

“Try again,” Polly insisted. “Sometimes I hit the wrong button by accident.”

“Right,” he agreed and dialed once more.

This time she let her phone vibrate repeatedly until it went to voicemail. He listened to the message and his eyes lit up in surprise when he realized his date was already sitting across from him.

“What--?”

“It’s just coincidence,” she said. “I found your profile while hunting for the perfect casual sex date,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel. “What are the chances of that?”

“I don’t know…”

“So, this is our getting to know you date,” she told him with mock seriousness. “You have until the end of the lunch hour to convince me you are worthy of getting into my pants.”

“Aren’t you married?” he asked, still puzzled.

“No. But I do have a boyfriend I’ve been with for…seven years now. I’m looking for a little something on the side.”

“Really?”

Her smile was a little too broad. “Really.” Her stomach was a tight sinking pit of anxiety. “Buy my boyfriend knows and approves. So come on, convince me I should fuck you.” She wrapped her hands around her coffee cup and raised it to her smiling lips.

 

Their rapid breathing quickly synched as he roughly grasped her hips and slammed into her again and again. Polly could barely support her weight with her arms as she stared at the wall in front of her. Jonathan’s apartment was generic nice. She quickly got the impression he rented a furnished apartment because he didn’t have much of his own stuff. That was okay. His cock was nicely filling her pussy and the way he held her and used her body was perfect. He fucked completely differently than Ben. That was what she wanted. Two lovers who fucked the same way wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted a variety of lovers, all skilled, but with a different set of tools. This was perfect.

He bent forward and planted his hands next to hers. He didn’t let his weight fall on her back. She wasn’t nearly strong enough to support his big frame. She arched her back and felt his chest against her skin. He lifted up one hand and pushed it under her camisole, the one piece of clothing she had left on. They were so eager to get into bed neither hand fully undressed; Jonathan still had his shirt on. It was unbuttoned, but they hadn’t bothered to remove it.

She tensed up as his hand approached her tit. She wanted to feel his fingers grasping her hard nipples. She didn’t want them to leak at this moment. Her breasts felt hard and full and she didn’t want him freaked out by breast milk dribbling out. She was an hour past the usual time when Ben would nurse her.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” she cursed as she started cumming. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and she felt spurts of his cum inside her.

“You made me cum,” he told her.

“You made me cum,” she insisted as she collapsed to the bed. She glanced at the clock and wondered how much time she had before she needed to rush home to Ben to tell him everything and have him nurse her. She couldn’t have Jonathan nurse her now. Not the first time they fucked. That would be too weird…too intimate.

“Are you in a hurry?” Jonathan asked, catching her glance at the clock.

“Not really…sort of,” she admitted. “My boyfriend is expecting me before it gets too late.”

“You should probably go home to him,” he said. “You shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“Really? Don’t you want to fuck me again.” She wanted to fuck one more time before she left.

Jonathan said, “I’d love to fuck you again, but sometimes it’s better to leave a little desire for the next time.”

As much as she wanted Jonathan’s cock one more time, she knew he was speaking reasonably. Still, it was a struggle to get back in her clothes and leave his corporate apartment.

Upon arriving home Ben jumped up off the couch the moment she walked in. “Where have you been?” he asked her, concern plastered on his face.

Instead of reply with words, she merely grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. His arms went around her body and he hugged her to him. For her part, Polly was still horny and she realized a moment after seeing Ben that her milk had let down. A steady leak erupted from both her breasts and was starting to soak her camisole.

“I want you,” she hissed at him when she broke their embrace. She pulled at his clothes, trying to undress him. Ben swept her into the bedroom and pulled off her shirt, exposing the wetness of her camisole. “I’m leaking,” she whined. It was only half a complain. It was also a plea for relief. Ben knew exactly what to do and fell on her breasts with unrestrained passion. There were only one or two strong squirts as her milk filled his mouth and he drank from her. Covering her free breast with her other hand, she could feel milk leaking out of her nipple even as she tried to keep it in.

Unconsciously she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked off the liquid. Ben was right. It was thin and sweet, a little like sugar water but with something extra added. No wonder he was so obsessed with making her lactate. Since she was distracted by the taste of her milk it wasn’t until Ben had his hand halfway into her panties did she realize she hadn’t prepared him for the moment.

She hesitated and then decided to let him find the surprise on his own. Polly went to far as to help, pushing down her pants, but leaving her silky panties in place to heighten the moment.

“You’re really wet,” Ben said, taking a quick break from her breast and crossing over to the one she had tried to keep from leaking. Her shirt and camisole were off. Her pants were off along with her socks. Where had they gone? The only thing she was left wearing was her panties. Ben was still fully dressed, though she had managed to open up his shirt.

“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Keep going.”

His fingers delved deeper into her pussy. Stuffing both forefinger and middle finger into her vag, Ben used his thumb to rub her pussy. Polly was already keyed up from her session with Jonathan and seeing Ben and getting him to nurse on her hard, full breasts was almost too much. When he rubbed her clit just twice her body shook with orgasm and she cried out in spite of herself.

“And horny too,” Ben added when she was done cumming. His fingers were soaked with her lube—and unbeknownst to him, Jonathan’s cum.

“Uh-huh,” she sighed as she pressed into the curve of his body. “Nurse from me,” she said softly. “My breasts still hurt.”

“Can do,” he announced and lowered his head to her breasts. Polly closed her eyes and rocked slightly back and forth in time with his sucking. It felt wonderful and as she let him drain her breasts she considered how to tell him her pussy was still filled with another man’s cum.’

It didn’t matter. Once Ben was done drinking her milk he pulled off his clothes and got on top of Polly. She opened her legs to him and his hard cock went right into her pussy. Ben didn’t say a word and simply started thrusting into her.

Polly’s mind was reeling. Her breasts were currently empty, but it was only two days now that she had come to realize that they were making milk for Ben. And it hadn’t been more than two hours previous that Jonathan had his cock inside her pussy, where her boyfriend’s cock was now lodged and was slowly bringing her to another orgasm.

“Did you squirt?” he abruptly asked her in the middle of fucking.

“What? No. I think my breasts just dribble unless you suck on them.”

He laughed into the side of her neck. “Not your milk. Your pussy. When you came it was like opening the floodgates to the Hudson.”

“Oh. That.” She didn’t say anything else. It was one thing to cheat on her boyfriend. It was another entirely to tell him about it.

“Have you squirted before?” he asked. He was clearly trying to draw out their intercourse. She could understand that. Cumming too soon wasn’t fun for anyone.

“No,” she admitted. She wanted him to connect the pieces.

“First time?”

“No.”

He thrusted a few more times before what she was communicating to him without saying anything.

“You must have been really horny to get that wet then,” he said.

“Sort of.”

He stopped thrusting and pulled back a bit to look at her. “What aren’t you saying?”

Polly couldn’t meet his gaze and had to look up at the ceiling. “I fucked Jonathan before coming home tonight.”

As soon as the words left her mouth she felt Ben’s cock get harder—like a rod of steel—in her pussy. “The guy at work you found in the dating site?”

She nodded and licked her lips, flicking her eyes briefly to his, and then back at the ceiling.

“Did he cum in you?” Ben asked.

She nodded once more. “Uh-huh.”

Ben didn’t say anything but a grin spilt his face wide open and he started thrusting as hard and fast as he could. In just a few second he was done, unloading all his cum into her pussy to join with Jonathan’s leftover spun