“You’ve seen them before,” she said, dragging her fingers over her distended nipples, letting the sensation send thrills through her body.
“They’re so full,” he marveled, falling down to his knees and practically crawling over to her.
“They’re full for you,” she told him right as he latched on and eagerly started nursing.
It happened automatically and she loved the sensation of milk letting down from within her breasts and filling Jonas’s mouth. As much as she willed against it, her free breast started leaking, but Petranella was ready. She had a small wadded up cloth and pressed it to her bare nipple, soaking up the stray milk.
Moving together, she eased herself down in one of the chairs and let Jonas continue to nurse. She gave herself over to the moment entirely, as she always did. It didn’t take long, the first orgasm was pleasant, just the start of something more. Jonas moved from one breast to the other, and then snaked his hand up her skirt. She spread her legs as wide as the chair would allow, just barely giving him access to her pussy, but he could feel her heat and wetness, and smell the scent of her desire.
“I need to cum,” he gasped, taking a quick break from nursing.
“I don’t see that as my problem,” she said haughtily.
He opened up his pants and got out his cock. It wasn’t impressive, but it was hard. “Can I?” he asked.
“Go ahead,” she said, having no idea exactly what he had planned to do, but completely at ease with whatever happened. If he had torn off her clothes, she would have been fine if he had fucked her; she would have enjoyed it. Instead of begging for sex, Jonas instead started slowly rubbing his hard cock while she watched, somewhat disappointed.
She wasn’t going to let him pleasure himself and get nothing out of it. Instead, she pulled his face back to her breast and all but demanded that he resume nursing. He did, not just because he was only human and he was enthralled by her milk. He needed to consume it just as much, if not more than, she needed to supply it.
As he jerked off, his actions shook her body, which was annoying but it faded to the background as he nursed strongly from her. She ignored the motion and just focused on her tits. He could make her cum and himself cum at the same time with little wasted effort. She was going to enjoy every minute of it.
After she came down from the high of her climax, she saw Jonas’s face, red with exertion and stress, along with the droplets of sweat on his brow. She recognized the signs of post-orgasmic bliss on his face.
“Did you cum?” she asked him, almost not caring if he did or not.
He looked guiltily down at the floor where he had left a small white puddle of his semen on the industrial tile.
“You’d better clean it up,” she told him, standing up and putting her breasts away inside her chemise and buttoning up her shirt.
Jonas did as she asked, not even bothering to put his cock away before he wiped up the mess. Before he was done, she had put herself back together and was buttoning up just as he got off his knees to look at her walking out the door.
She didn’t even bother saying thank you. There was no need to. He was already eternally thankful.
The orgasms that Jonas had given her were nice, and because they originated from her tits, there was no mess in her panties to clean up. She liked that. Although Jonas had shoved his hand up between her thighs to touch her pussy, it hadn’t gone any further than that. Still, there was a nagging need in her body. She needed more. More sex and more nursing.
Luckily for her Petranella was a woman, an attractive and willing woman, so getting sex wasn’t a problem for her. All she had to do was find a willing man, and most men were always willing. But this day Petranella wanted something more, something new. Sex with Ben or Marty or Jonas wouldn’t do.
At the end of the workday she texted Ben a short message. Working late. Don’t wait up. That was good enough. Either he’d believe her because it had so often been the truth in the past, or he’d think she was fucking Jonas or Marty, and that was fine too.
The bar she went to had that reputation of being a place where singles went for cheap, easy sexual encounters. Or at least it had been when Petranella had been active in the dating scene too many years ago. She hid her wedding rings in her purse before she went in, sat down at the bar, ordered herself a drink, and then looked around at those warm bodies filling the bar. She was disappointed to see that most of the largely younger crowd were busy on their phones, talking but much less than she would have imagined. Frowning, she sipped at her drink and looked quizzically at the bartender. He had a ready answer.
“You don’t have the app, do you?”
“What app?” she asked, playing along.
“Everyone who comes here is looking for a quick meetup.” He pointed to the chalk menu board next to the bar. With a shrug, Petranella dug her phone out of her purse, downloaded the app, quickly figured out the simple interface, and in short order had several men messaging her. Putting the phone down she scanned the crowd and saw one man looking at her. Years ago she would have been sure he was checking her out. Now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe his phone’s battery was dead or he was an alien who had just landed on this planet.
She gestured for him to come over.
He glanced at the phone in his hand, confused, and then walked over to her chair at the bar.
“I’ve been out of the dating scene for a while,” she said.
“Oh.” He smiled at her and was obviously ready to forgive her old-fashioned flub in the face of new, modern manners. “I’m Ryan.”
“Ella,” she said, offering her hand.
He shook it. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
She indicated the half-full glass in front of her. “I’m good.” She studied him. He was probably a few years younger than her. Black hair that was a little too shaggy for her taste with a stubble of beard that was supposed to be sexy and attractive but did nothing for her. Still, he was attractive enough and filled out his suit jacket in the right way with broad shoulders and a lack of a paunch behind his belt. He’d do. “But let me ask you a question.”
“Sure.”
“Did you come here to get laid?”
He laughed nervously and looked around. Naturally no one was interested in them or their conversation. “Yeah. Of course.”
“Great. Do you have a place we can go to fuck?”
He blinked at her and slowly shook his head.
“What’s the matter, Ryan? You married? Have a girlfriend? Not willing to go the extra distance to get laid?”
“I’ve been coming here for weeks trying to work this app to get laid. You walk in and…fuck. Too easy.”
“Careful there,” she said with a smile. “A lady doesn’t like to be called easy.” She smiled and finished the last of her drink. “Even if I am.”
Ryan’s place was a ten minute drive away. She didn’t hesitate to follow him, even in her slightly inebriated state.
His apartment turned out to be a generic place in a large complex. He was old enough and successful enough not to have any roommates. Much of the place was filled with exercise equipment.
“Want the grand tour?” he asked nervously as he let them into the small apartment.
“Just the bedroom,” she said with supreme confidence. He started leading the way, when she grabbed him by the elbow making her turn around. “Do you like tits?” she asked him.
His eyes immediately went to her chest and she allowed him a moment to examine her, not wilting in the least as he tried not to leer.
“Well, yeah. I like tits. I can’ see that you’re aren’t huge or anything, but that’s fine. I mean, what guy doesn’t like tits? Besides gay guys, I mean. Maybe they like ‘em, I don’t know. But yours are fine. At least, they look fine, from what I can see.”
Petranella slowly shook her head. Ryan talked too much when he didn’t need to. She interrupted him as he babbled on. “But you like them, right?”
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She casually unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. “You like sucking on them and playing with them?” she demanded of him.
“Yes.” This time he didn’t keep going; she was grateful for that.
“Good, because my tits need extra attention. I don’t care how big your dick is, or how long you can fuck, or how perfect your body is, because if you can’t show my tits the proper amount of respect they deserve, I’m not going to fuck you.”
He nodded in understand. “I can do that,” he promised.
“Lead on,” she ordered. He drew her into the bedroom.
It was neat and clean enough to meet her standards.
After tossing aside his jacket, his arms circled around her and he kissed well enough. She appreciated that he didn’t just start pawing at her clothes, trying to force her into the bed. When Petranella gently pushed him back, he didn’t complain about her taking the lead. She unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way, showing of her chemise and her firm, but not huge tits.
Ryan licked his lips in anticipation. It took Petranella just a moment to realize he wasn’t licking his lips because he was eager to get her into bed and fuck her; he was licking them in anticipation of what her tits actually had to offer him. Already she could feel her milk welling up in her breasts.
Before she moved forward she asked the question. “How kinky are you?”
“What?” His eyes were locked on her chest. She imagined her milk was already leaking out, making wet spots on the front of the chemise, but even that didn’t put him off.
“How kinky are you?”
He blinked twice before he was able to answer her question. “Umm…a little, I guess. Nothing really strange. I’m not into feet. I’m not a furry. What did you have in mind?”
She pulled her chemise over her head and pointed at the floor in front of her. “Kneel.”
Ryan didn’t even hesitate. He did exactly as ordered, which made her wonder if he was naturally submissive or was just going along with her because he wanted to get laid or if, maybe, just maybe, the scent of her milk and her anticipation had him under her control.
Most likely he was just temporarily mesmerized by her bare flesh, like any man.
The moment his knees were on the floor, she stepped forward and offered her breast to his mouth.
He opened up, took the ripe nipple between his lips, and sucked gently.
Petranella moaned and then inhaled deeply. He was going to do exactly what she wanted. He nursed from her breasts like a man who hadn’t had a drop to drink in a week. Her milk was flowing easily. She could feel it. When he sucked on her nipple, the rich milk filled his mouth and he swallowed it. The bare breast leaked a steady stream of droplets onto his shoulders. After just a minute of him nursing both the shoulders of his shirt were damp with her excess milk.
“You like breast milk?” she asked him after pulling away to give him a moment’s respite.
The shocked look on his face was more than worth her little reveal. Ryan didn’t strike her as a stupid man. He had obviously tasted her sweet milk and felt the liquid all but gushing out of her nipples ad he had to know the reason that breasts existed, so he had to have known he was drinking her breast milk. However, knowing it and admitting to it was something else entirely.
“I’ve…uh…I’ve never tasted it before.”
“You have now,” she told him. She could feel her pussy getting hot and wet as she spoke to him. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
“Good, I’ve got a lot of it.” Petranella stepped forward again and pressed her breasts into his face. He could have resisted, but already he was addicted to her sweet milk and to say no would have been tantamount to admitting he didn’t want to fuck her. He still wanted to fuck her, but now he discovered he needed to nurse from her until his thirst was slaked.
As Ryan pulled her milk from her tits, she found she was able to think straight enough to reach down around his body and unbutton his shirt, slipping it off his arms. Once he was topless she was rewarded with the sensation of her fingers on his bare skin. His arms were well-muscled to the point where he probably spent too much time working out, but that wasn’t her problem now. From there she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He took the hint and hooked his thumbs into her panties, pulling them down over her hips, leaving her naked once she kicked off her shoes.
Though he was a much bigger and stronger man, she wasn’t the least bit intimidated or afraid. She was completely in charge of the situation. He was her thrall, and all just for the taste of a little milk.
Pulling back once more she said to him. “Take off your pants. I want to see your cock.”
Ryan jumped to his feet and scrambled out of his pants and boxers, leaving him naked with a rigid cock standing up at a nice curve away from his body. She immediately assessed he spent way too much time on his body. His muscles were more than evident of his time working out. He even mascaped himself to the point where he could be a porn actor. The small amount of pubic hair around his cock was carefully manicured. Not that Petranella minded. She was sure that would make him a good fuck.
Reaching out she cupped his balls, weighing and evaluating them before trailing her fingers up along the underside of his cock. Ryan shivered at her touch, obviously eager to put his cock to use but unwilling or unable to ask her for the privilege. He wasn’t huge, maybe a tiny bit above average at best, but that was fine with Petranella. She was more concerned with a man’s ability to nurse from her tits than how big his cock was. As long as it fit inside her pussy while he nursed, it would be more than sufficient.
“Sit down,” she told him, pointing to the edge of the bed. Still under her spell, he did so. She crawled on top of his lap, his strong hands holding her in place as she guided his cock into her wet pussy, letting her body slip down on the rigid member until it was all the way inside her body.
He fit her perfectly. She liked that and rewarded him with a kiss. Holding onto his shoulders, she leaned back and wrapped her legs around his waist, sitting with crisscrossed on top of his cock, letting him view her tits. She arched her back and presented them to him. “There’s still milk inside of them.” She shimmied her shoulders a bit, letting him evaluate their capacity. “You can’t cum until you drain me.”
Ryan nodded and latched onto one nipple, squeezing the other tightly enough to prevent it from leaking. Petranella smiled down at him. Already the climax was building up around her breasts.
There was no hard thrusting, in fact there was almost no thrusting of his cock into her as all. She wiggled a bit and rocked her hips to keep him hard, but she wanted him to focus entirely on her tits. It worked. He was deeply under her spell.
There was a great satisfaction in looking down at his bent head and seeing his jaws and lips work steadily, pulling milk from her tits, draining her. It felt wonderful, better than actual sex, though the introduction of his cock into her pussy was just an added bonus.
“Oh god,” he unexpectedly moaned while switching from one breast to the other.
“No, ‘oh goddess’ is what you mean,” she told him.
“It’s delicious,” he said, almost panting, looking up at her with eyes that were filled with the wild look of a man who was afraid of what was to come next, but ran eagerly to embrace his fate.
“Of course it is,” she agreed. “Keep going. You need to drain me. Then—maybe—then I’ll let you cum in me.”
Ryan nodded and gave her a quick kiss on her lips where she was able to taste the sweetness of her own milk before he bent his head back down and eagerly continued to nurse from her.
As he continued to nurse from her she smiled down at him and ran her fingers along his jawline, feeling the slight stubble on his skin, and she realized how easy it was for mother to fall in love with a newborn. She was literally giving Ryan sustenance, something he didn’t know that he wanted and in just a few minutes turned him into a complete submissive and dependent to her. It
was delightful and scary. His body was strong—even at that moment she could feel the strength of his leg muscles because of how she was sitting on him, and his shoulders and arms were incredibly powerful as well—but she also knew that he would do nothing to hurt her, not because he had unrestrained love for her, but because he was enamored of her milk.
It was a powerful feeling. It made her feel confident…and something else.
The orgasm he gave her was satisfying. The first one spread out from her chest like a warm, glowing sign in the distance during a long night’s drive in the middle of nowhere. It was nice, but not the be all and end all of sex. She insisted he continue to suck on her; she was still making milk and needed to be drained. It wasn’t a difficult task to convince him. The second orgasm felt like the old ones she had before all this obsession with her tits started. It originated from her pussy, her clit. It made her body shake and gave him a certain satisfaction when her pussy became hot and clamped down on his cock. It was all too much and when he realized that her breasts were finally empty of milk, he lifted up his head, wrapped his arms around her waist, held her in place on his lap, and thrusted upward hard and fast. He only lasted three hard thrusts before he lost control and emptied the contents of his balls deep in her pussy.
She rode on his, enjoying his orgasm because she had so easily controlled him, and took a little additional pleasure in his climax. Eventually it all passed out of him and he collapsed back on the bed, thoroughly exhausted.
Petranella climbed up his muscular body, marveling at how strong his muscles were in comparison to her husband. As she moved up him, her pussy detached from his cock and she brushed her empty tits across his face. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” was all he was able to say.
She frowned in disappointment and climbed off the bed. If he had been smart enough to start nursing from her again, she might have stayed longer.
“What are you doing?” Ryan asked when he noticed that she was getting dressed.
“Going home,” she said casually.
“You don’t want to spend the night?” he asked sounding like a desperate teenager.
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