The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  She shook her head. He missed her meaning. “Like a deer. An ox. An elk.”

  Shaking his head, he conveyed his confusion.

  “Horned animals,” she explained. “Horny.”

  He nearly spit out his coffee when she said that. “Okay, that’s a little too much honesty.”

  “Want to take me back to your place and fuck me after work?” she asked.

  Her voice was soft, just loud enough for him to hear but not for it to carry. “What? You can’t be serious.”

  “A session in the bathroom isn’t going to do it for me.” She couldn’t believe what she was saying to him, but she couldn’t deny her needs either. It would either be him or Marty or her husband…or maybe a complete stranger. A complete stranger was a risk. Jonas was a known quantity.

  “What about your husband?” Jonas asked nervously, but clearly interested.

  “He’s fine with it,” she said, leaning forward and giving him a decent view of her mostly hidden cleavage. “Are you fine with it?” She licked her lips and tried to give him every signal she knew.

  “Yes,” he said cautiously.

  “Well then,” she said formally, winding up the conversation, “let’s get our work done and get back to your place.” She added a wink at the end and carefully stepped around him with her coffee cup.

  Petranella never finished her work on time. No one in the lab ever finished on time. Overtime was just part of the job. Today she finished early. Jonas finished shortly after she was done.

  She didn’t mind at all the stares she and Jonas received as they left work for the day.

  Jonas had a small, but nice apartment. Or rather, it would have been nice if he had cleaned it at all. She had been in worse places, but that had been in college, years ago. While it was messy, it wasn’t unsanitary…she hoped.

  “Sorry. If I knew you were coming over, I would have picked up a bit,” Jonas apologized as she looked around.

  “Are the sheets clean?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “Are the sheets on your bed clean?” she asked. “I can’t fuck in a dirty, smelly bed.”

  “Uh…I changed them this weekend. They’re pretty clean, but I’ve been sleeping on them for a few days.”

  Petranella nodded and stepped around the clothes strewn across the floor. “Do they smell bad or do they smell like you?” she asked.

  “Probably just like me,” he admitted nervously.

  “Have you had another woman in your bed recently?” she asked.

  “Uh…yeah. That’s why I changed the sheets. They were a little…uh…dirty.”

  “I see. Well, it’s not like we promised to be exclusive with each other, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Where’s the bedroom?”

  “This way.”

  He led her down the short hallway to where he slept. The bedroom was actually neater than the rest of his place. That was a relief. The bed itself was a thing of beauty. Heavy, dark wood formed the raised platform. It wasn’t king sized, but to Petranella’s eyes, it might have well of been. The bed wasn’t made, but the sheets and comforter were brought up to the top, making it neat. She pulled back the covers and revealed striped sheets that looked clean. Leaning forward she inhaled softly. “Musky, but not filthy,” she said. “This’ll do.”

  Jonas let out a long exhale, relieved as if he had passed some important test.

  “Do you bring back a lot of women and fuck them here?” she asked him.

  He smiled nervously. “A few, more than I should, not as many as I want.”

  She casually started unbuttoning her blouse. “You can add me to the total this bed has seen,” she said as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. His expression went from nervous to eager upon seeing her bare breasts.

  “They’re gorgeous,” he said without thinking.

  She liked his reaction because it was honest. “Thank you. They need a lot of attention. Why don’t you help me with that?”

  Jonas approached her with some trepidation. He wasn’t a hundred percent confident like he had been when they were in the unisex bathroom, he wasn’t even as confident when they had been flirting five minutes earlier, but once his arms went around her and they kissed, and she encouraged him to work his way down her neck to her chest, everything fell into place.

  Her tits were great, fantastic even. But some bit of perfection was met the moment his lips touched her nipples.

  “Fuck yes,” she breathed.

  He liked the way her nipple immediately hardened under his kiss. When he sucked a bit, she shivered with delight and then the taste hit him. It wasn’t the neutral flavor of a woman’s skin, or the salty-sour piquancy of her sweat, or even the flowery aroma of her perfume. It was just incredibly sweet, like pure sugar or concentrated sweetener. It wasn’t at all unpleasant. It was delicious.

  It made him suck harder once he tasted it.

  Petranella gasped at the attention, but once the initial shock was past, she caressed the back of his head and encouraged him to suckle more. “God that feels good,” she whispered to him. “Keep going.” As good as it felt to have him suck on her, what felt even better was what it was doing to her pussy. She was incredibly wet and every time he sucked on her nipple, it caused a little gush in her pussy. It was doubly strange because she could feel her milk flowing out of her nipples and into Jonas’s mouth.

  She had accepted the fact that her breasts were lactating and there was little she could do about it. There wasn’t anything she wanted to do about it. Both Ben and Marty weren’t put off by her body’s unusual reaction to their eager attention. Maybe it was a natural change in her body, maybe it was because she was having a lot more attention focused on her tits, maybe—just maybe—it was because of her little accident a few weeks ago.

  But all that didn’t matter at the moment. All that mattered was Ben’s mouth on her tits.

  “Switch,” she murmured to him, making him move his mouth from her right breast to her left. He left her right exposed, her nipple wet and dripping. It wasn’t much milk being lost, slowly sliding down her small tit, but she felt the loss. Petranella lightly pinched her nipple, enjoying the thrill of the slight pain, and then realized she didn’t have to be doing that to herself. Bringing up Jonas’s hand from her side, she silently showed him how she wanted to be handled, to squeeze the nipple and stop the flow of milk. “Harder,” she urged him.

  Jonas was a good lover. He took the obvious hint.

  He was savage when her pinched and twisted her nipple. It should have made her scream in pain, instead she moaned in delight. “Fuck yes,” she whimpered.

  The amount of milk flowing out of her nipple caused him to swallow. The liquid warmed him down to his stomach. He was already erect, but the jolt of energy from the milk made him even harder. It was uncomfortable inside his pants, so while he continued to nurse from Petranella’s breasts, he started undressing himself one-handed. Though he was jostling her around, Petranella allowed him to continue. Jonas showed a lot of skill in how quickly he stripped himself and he was naked before Petranella realized it. His cock stood up proudly from his crotch, a pillar of eagerness ready to be used.

  She stroked the length of his underside, just barely making contact with the soft, sensitive skin that controlled his cock. He shivered uncontrollably at her touch and actually broke free of her nipple. “Don’t,” he pleased. “You’re going to make me cum too soon.”

  “That would be a waste,” she said. “Your cum all over me. What would my tits taste like if you had to lick your cum off them?” she asked him, teasing, wanting to see his reaction because she knew how easy it was to control him.

  “No,” he moaned. Jonas was forced to angle his cock away from her hand so she couldn’t continue to tease him. As much as he wanted to cum, he didn’t want it to end like that, a light touch from his lover and him wasting his load. He’d be fine with a blowjob, he even would have acquiesced to handjob, but wh
at he wanted was to fuck her. He needed to plant his seed in her. “I want to fuck you,” he pleaded. “I need to fuck you.”

  She didn’t resist when he started pulling at her pants, trying to get her undressed, but she didn’t help him either. Petranella wanted to see how eager he was. She didn’t even get upset that he wasn’t sucking on her any longer; she was thrilled at how much he needed her naked. His treatment of her was rough, so rough that he tore her panties when he was removing them.

  The instant she was naked, he was on top of her, pressing his steel-like cock between her legs. There was nothing loving or sensual about what he was doing. He had an irresistible need and he was going to use her to fulfill that need.

  She wanted it more than she realized.

  Her hand guided him into her and once his cock head was between her lips, he shoved it in hard, making her gasp.

  “Yes! Now! Hard! Do it hard!”

  Jonas was so worked up and nearly out of control that he slammed his cock into her as hard and fast as he could. They both needed his out of control technique. She welcomed his strong thrusts that reverberated through her body. Already on edge and she needed just the right stimulation to cum. After falling under the spell of Petranella’s tits, he had next to no control over himself. Less than a minute after entering her, Jonas lost all control and came. He came harder than he thought was possible, feeling it all the way through his body, focused on his balls to the point of pain. He gasped as he came, feeling her pussy tighten up on him, holding him in place while he finished.

  He didn’t realize she was cumming as well.

  “Rough boy,” she told him. “I should expect more of my lovers.

  Jonas was embarrassed and chastened by her words. “Sorry. Sorry. You just make me want everything about you.”

  “You need to make me cum again,” she told him.

  “I can do that,” he agreed right away. “Just give me a minute to recover.”

  “No, you don’t need a minute to recover,” she told him, pushing his body off hers. Her hands curled under her breasts and she offered them up to him. “You need to suck on me. Make me cum through my tits.”

  That, Jonas realized, he could do.

  She lay on her side and beckoned to him. “Come here. My tits are waiting.”

  Jonas repositioned himself and rested his head on his arm for easier suckling from her breasts. He was gentler this time, the first urgent need for sex having been fulfilled. As he started feasting upon her in earnest, he placed his free hand on her hip and then slowly curved it down to her pussy.

  Petranella slapped his hand away. “No. Don’t touch my pussy. Don’t try to fuck me. Just suck on my tits.”

  He did as she asked. It wasn’t that he was all that horny; he had cupped her pussy more as an automatic response to any intimate contact with a woman. It was the anticipation that sex was sure to follow so he had to be sure that she was enjoying herself. In this case, however, just sucking on her lovely nipples was more than enough.

  It was a bit of work, enjoyable work to be sure, but work all the same. Jonas kept his hand resting on her hip as he moved his hand back and forth between her nipples, sucking and listening to her breathe. It was an incredibly intimate thing to do, to nurse from her breasts and do nothing else; Jonas found that he didn’t have the courage to look up at Petranella. She was keeping her fingers busy in his hair and occasionally rubbing his shoulders and he nursed, but there were no words or obvious physical encouragement of his actions. He only had her light touch and varied breathing to judge by.

  Slowly and steadily her breathing and unconscious sounds built up to the point where she was practically hyperventilating. Her body was lightly shaking and the amazing thing to Jonas was that her tits never stopped leaking a steady stream of sweet liquid. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to keep his palate on edge.

  When she came it was without warning, a sudden and violent spike in her breathing along with near-epileptic shaking of her body. As she climaxed, Jonas stopped sucking, not knowing if she wanted more while she lived through the event that defined human evolution or if one more bit of sucking would turn into searing pain.

  “Thank you,” she said when it was finally over.

  He had been holding her nipple in his mouth and he now let it slip free of his lips. “My pleasure.”

  She pushed him away and slid off the tall bed. Finding her ruined panties on the floor, she grimaced and tossed the aside to instead pick up her bra where upon she headed to the bathroom.

  Jonas didn’t know what to do, so he stayed in his bed, waiting. A minute later Petranella emerged wearing her bra, but with her hair put back in order and her genitals cleaned with the judicious use of a damp washcloth. Stuffing her destroyed panties into her purse, she pulled on her pants and proceeded to get dressed.

  “Where are you going?” he asked her lamely.

  “Home,” she said. “My husband is waiting for me. This was lovely. We should do it again sometime soon.” She buttoned up her blouse, hiding away her small, but still swollen, breasts. “Maybe when I’m a little less sore. Let’s give it a couple of days.” And with that, she left.

  Jonas didn’t know how to react so he lay on his warm bed for a very long time.

  Chapter Six

  Ben wasn’t surprised at the late hour of his wife’s arrival. He was surprised at how she whipped off her shirt and bra when she found him in the living room. “They’re aching for attention,” she told him. Her hands were curled softly around her breasts as if she were offering them up to him.

  She wasn’t lying. They were aching and it wasn’t an ache from too much attention. Having come straight from Jonas’s place to her own, she realized that her tits were full, presumably of milk but maybe they were just swelling with new growth as her body aged, though she was certain that wasn’t the case.

  Ben reached for her. “Where have you been?” he asked. “You’re late.”

  “Would you believe me if I told you I was working late at the lab?”

  “Yes.” His hands drew her close even while he was seated on the couch. His mouth found her nipple and he started gently sucking. Petranella wanted to melt against him. Her knees went weak but she managed to stay on her feet.

  “That would be a lie,” she told him. “I was at Jonas’s place, fucking him.”

  Most men would have been upset, but not Ben. He had been expecting that to be her answer. Instead of flipping out, he felt his cock growing.

  As her husband started to nurse from her tits, Petranella pushed all thoughts of anything other than sex from her head.

  After leaving Jonas’s place, she checked her phone with the intention of texting Ben, telling him when she’d be home…and maybe teasing him with what she had done.

  Instead she found a series of messages from Marty that were equal amounts alluring and scary.

  Are you busy? Can we talk?

  I’m really horny

  I want to see you tonight

  Are you ignoring me or are you busy?

  Fuck

  I sound like a stupid, lovestruck teenager

  I’m sorry

  Please text me back ASAP

  I want to fuck you

  I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say that, but I want to fuck you again

  Please…

  Maybe I’m just horny, but I think I want to taste your milk

  That’s probably too honest

  But I miss it.

  I miss you.

  Please…

  Petranella didn’t reply. She couldn’t figure out a way to reply. While sex with Marty had a certain appeal, she wanted to fuck her husband right then and contacting Marty would only make things more difficult.

  So she drove home to her husband with the full intention of fucking him, even if she had just fucked Jonas. She had been nervous about revealing to him exactly what she had been doing, but given their recent history, it was easier to do than she had anticipated and they both seemed to enjoy the
charge they got out of the situation.

  “Mmmm, that feels good,” she said softly to Ben.

  “I think I’m in love with your tits and your milk,” Ben mumbled into her firm flesh.

  It was almost enough to laugh, not quite, but almost. “You can’t be in love with inanimate objects,” she pointed out. “You can only love a person.”

  Ben pressed his cheek to her firm flesh, moving it aside, and letting it bounce back into place. “They look animated to me,” he commented before latching back on and eagerly nursing from her. She allowed it because it felt too good to deny. There was probably something very wrong with what they were doing, but she didn’t care to think about that.

  Eventually standing up while Ben nursed from her became too much of a distraction. She had to lay down; her knees were giving out. Instead of just collapsing on him, she found the will to push him back from her tits and grab his hand. “Come on, let’s go to bed. You can nurse from me there…and maybe even fuck me.”

  Ben went along willingly. Why would he resist? This was exactly what he wanted.

  On their bed they lay down facing each other, Ben’s head aligned with her chest and he immediately set to sucking on her. While he loved giving his wife pleasure, as he suckled from her tonight, he realized that he shouldn’t be getting as much pleasure out of it as he was. Just sucking on her tits was almost enough for him.

  With that thought he then realized that maybe just sucking on her tits would be enough for him. His cock was hard, but if she told him now, he would be fine that that, as long as he could nurse from her and drink her milk.

  Ben managed to pull his mouth free of her and shake his head. “Too much,” he said.

  “What?” asked an annoyed Petranella. “I’m still full.”

  “Full?”

  “I can feel the milk in my boobs,” she said with an exasperated sigh. It had been incredibly easy to move into the mindset of having a ready supply of milk in her tits. It felt good, but at the same time, it also needed to be steadily removed. She couldn’t let it build up. “You need to get it out.”