Ida was surprised at the amount of milk she was able to produce. Justine was almost weaned and only wanted to nurse occasionally when she wanted comfort and mommy time. It was Thomas who was nursing from her the most now. He was the one consuming most of her milk and just the thought of him could get her milk flowing…like it did now.
It was flowing fast and steady enough that her fingers were getting wet and slippery. As she played with herself, she lifted one hand to lick the milk off and was delighted at the sweet flavor. She had forgotten how sweet breast milk could be.
Her smile at the camera was impish. She lowered her chin and licked her lips. “Would you like to taste me?” she asked. Changing the grip on her breast, she grasped the whole of her tit and squeezed firmly, making several jets of milk spray outwards, reaching almost all the way to the camera.
“I like it straight from the source.” She said this mostly to goad herself onward.
It was one thing to lactate.
It was another thing to enjoy lactating.
It was another entirely to have a man nurse from her.
It was another again to perform for a camera for that man.
But the next step was beyond the pale, even for Ida.
Almost.
She lowered her head and lifted up her breast. They had grown over the years. Maybe they weren’t as firm as they had once been, but they were big and full and she went with the notion that big and full was sexy, because it was.
It took a moment for her lips to find her nipple and another moment still to get everything properly aligned but once she was in position, it was easy. It wasn’t much different than masturbation and sex. The first was fine alone, but it was better with a partner, and yet in a pinch it was much better than nothing. Nursing Thomas was her preference, but nursing on herself was more enjoyable than she would have guessed. She knew exactly what she was doing so it was easy to make it precisely as she liked.
Her milk flowed and filled her mouth. It was honey-sweet and warm. The first mouthful she swallowed just to make sure she could. The second mouthful she let rest on her tongue, and then opened her lips just enough to let some dribble out before she sucked it back in and swallowed. Then she switched to the other breast and did the same thing again. It wasn’t much of a show, but it was more than Ida ever would have guessed she was willing to do for anyone.
And it felt good too. She was turning herself on and it was too much to resist. She had given Thomas what he had wanted. The rest was just for her.
“Too much,” she told the camera and allowed her body to fall back on the bed. She knew she should have checked the camera angle, but it was already too late for that. Raising her knees, Ida slipped her right hand down into her underwear and her left she kept wrapped around her breast, squeezing it in time with her busy fingers. The smart thing to do would have been to take off her panties or at least pause in the middle of the action, but she was in the middle of things and there was no stopping her now. Thomas would have to deal with what he got.
The milk was welling up out of her breast and sliding down her torso to either pool on her belly before sliding off to the side, or going directly down her ribs to wet the sheets. Her fingers were frigging almost violently against her clit. She was right on the edge of orgasm and she wanted to plunge her fingers deeply into her pussy but couldn’t get the angle she wanted because of her tight underwear. In frustration she pinched her nipple and crushed her breast. That was the trigger. She came while gritting her teeth to keep her moan from being too loud. The climax was so powerful she rolled to her side looking for some relief. Her body shook several times before she settled down and could luxuriate in the afterglow.
There was a tapping at the door. “Mommy? SpongeBob over, Mommy!”
Groaning in frustration now, Ida rolled back over. “I’ll be right there! Give Mommy a minute.” The patter of little feet running away accompanied by giggles gave her a moment’s respite.
Her hands were wet with milk and girl juice. The sheet was soaked here and there and here. Ida ran to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, cleaned up the bed as best she could, and then turned off the cell phone recording. Everything else was a whirl. She remembered to quickly edit the beginning and end of the video before sending it to Thomas. Throwing her clothes back on, she went back to the living room in full mommy mode.
Chapter Eight
“It was fucking hot,” Thomas told her as she continued to ride his cock.
Normally when they had sex—and she surprised herself to realize that they already had a routine for sex—he’d nurse from her for a bit before they had what passed for normal sex. This time she refused his request for her milk even though her tits were full to bursting with milk. Ida had insisted they go straight to his bed, get undressed, and have sex like a normal couple. She was on top—that was normal enough, right?—and his hard cock was firmly planted in her pussy.
Except she was still wearing a bra and would occasionally swat away his hands when he reached for her.
“So you liked it?” she asked again, referring to the lactation video she had foolishly sent him the previous day as payment for the information she wanted about her husband’s lover.
“I liked it so much I had to beat off to it,” he confessed as she slowly slid his hands up from her hips toward her breasts.
Once again she pushed his hands away as she gave an artificial gasp at his revelation. “Dirty boy!”
“Slutty girl,” he replied and she found she liked the insult. “I’m not the one sending obscene videos to a stranger I met on the internet.”
She laughed at him and leaned forward, crushing her tits against his chest as she kissed him. His hands caressed her ass and she knew he wanted to be touching her elsewhere. “I’m guilty of that,” she agreed. “Lucky for you.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he mumbled. “Why haven’t you asked for Betty’s info yet?” he asked. He might be a man, but he was a tech-head with an insatiable curiosity.
“I will, I just wanted to fuck you first.” She kissed him again and wiggled his hips, happy that his cock was throbbing inside her pussy. “You can give me the info any time, but we get so little time together.”
“True,” he agreed as he reached for her tits again. This time she didn’t swat them away, but instead grabbed his wrists and used his arms to push back to an upright position, fully riding his cock once more.
“You love my milk, don’t you?” she asked as her body moved in time with his, the rising and falling of his cock inside her.
“Uh-huh,” he happily agreed.
“I’m not sure if that makes you kinky or perverted.”
“Both, I’m sure.”
“Do you just want to drink it or what?”
“Everything,” he said. “Worship your tits, hold them, play with them, suck your milk, drink your milk, bathe in your milk.”
She laughed again and shook her head. “I don’t think I can make enough for you to actually take a bath in,” she said, “but maybe a short shower?”
He looked at her quizzically as her hands moved from years of practice to lower the flaps on her nursing bra. It was one of the fancier ones designed to look more feminine and sexy rather than utilitarian and boring. It functioned exactly the same, however. The cups were nothing more than flaps keeping her breasts just barely under control. When she unhooked the flaps the bra essentially became a harness that outlined her tits.
She caressed herself and carefully weighed her tits in her hands. She was full. Very full. Maybe it wasn’t obvious to Thomas, but the milk was welling up. She could feel it seeping out even if he couldn’t see it. The insides of her bra was damp, not wet, just damp. It was right there, ready to be released.
Thomas’s breathing was quick and shallow as she caressed herself and he gasped in delight when she squeezed her tits together causing the milk to spray out and cover him in milky wetness.
“You like that?” she asked him. Spraying her milk didn’t feel nearly as
good as having Thomas nurse from her, but it was fun to surprise him.
Thomas could only nod in response. He hadn’t expected her to do that to him.
“More?”
“Yes,” he croaked out.
She sprayed him several more times with her milk. The various ducts in her nipples weren’t perfectly aligned so the milk sprayed everywhere, mostly on Thomas, but onto the bed sheets as well. He didn’t mind. It made a bit of a mess, but it was fun to indulge Thomas in his kink.
“You’re wasting it,” he finally managed to say.
“No I’m not,” she replied. “It’s all for you. Don’t you love being covered in me?” Ida reached out and wiped up some of her milk from his chest and then licked it off her fingers. “It’s very sweet. Maybe it is a waste to spray it all over you. Would you rather drink it?”
He nodded eagerly.
Ida leaned forward, bringing his throbbing cock halfway out of her pussy, and offered her breast to his mouth. Automatically Thomas parted his lips and started sucking. It was definitely better to be nursed instead of to express herself. Fucking and sucking together was, without doubt, the best use of her body.
“Keep going,” she urged him. “Keep going. I need to cum…”
He sucked harder. The thrill lanced through her body. Her free breast, he pinched the nipple and twisted it. It should have hurt, but it didn’t. It felt wonderful. It was enough to make her cum and she shivered and shook while speared on his cock.
“You liked that,” he said.
“Uh-huh,” she sighed, clutching his body. “More,” she begged.
“I haven’t cum yet.” He switched breasts to suck all the milk out of her full side and pinched her wet nipple between thumb and finger, crushing it in his need. It hurt but she wanted it. He slammed his cock up and down into her but he didn’t want to cum. He wanted this to last forever, sucking and fucking Ida. It couldn’t last.
He came but he didn’t give up her breast, he sucked out her milk even as he filled up her pussy.
“Thank you,” she whispered into his ear. He didn’t say anything; he was still nursing from her breast.
Eventually that moved apart. “This is probably way too late to ask, but is there any chance of you getting pregnant?”
She laughed, thinking back to her recent visit to the doctor. “Any chance? A tiny one. But I’ve got a ring now. I’m safe.” She laughed again. “I suppose we could be passing all sorts of STIs back and forth, but it’s a little late for that.”
“I can assure you I’m safe,” said Thomas.
“Oh?”
“I haven’t had a girlfriend in over a year. My last one was paranoid about using condoms. I’m pretty sure I’m clean.”
“I haven’t had sex with anyone in ten years other than my husband,” Ida revealed to him. “How’d we go from boring to having this…this sordid affair?”
“Desperation of the human condition?” he speculated. “Sorry about that, by the way,” he added, gesturing to her nipples. She looked down and saw that in their vigorous love-making her nipples, both of them, had gotten bruised. Normally her nipples were a light to medium brown. Between Thomas’s pinching and sucking, he had left behind purple marks.
She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t think that Roger has even seen my tits in months.” Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply and tried to push thoughts of Roger from her mind. “Speaking of my husband, you promised me a little something?” She sat up and pulled the bra flaps into place, covering her bruised breasts.
“Right,” Thomas said, somewhat disappointed she was back to business. “I’ll be right back.” He rolled out of the bed and left her alone. She could hear him wandering around the apartment before returning with a piece of paper in hand.
He read from it before handing it over. “Elizabeth ‘Betty’ Snider. Twenty six years old. Been employed at Tencomtex two years, admin assistant.” He glanced up. “Secretary. Cliché, right? I’ve got her address here, lives with a roommate, Intrinia Miller. Goes by Britni. She only has the one phone she uses to text and talk with your husband. That’s the basics. More info will actually cost you money.”
Ida was impressed with that Thomas gave her. She was really only hoping for a name and maybe a phone number. What he had was close to a full private investigator’s report. “How’d you get this?” she asked, suddenly feeling guilt over getting him to do something he shouldn’t have.
“I know some people. That stuff was easy, according to Ernie. He did it as a favor. Like I said, anything more would cost money.”
“I shouldn’t have asked you,” she said.
He shrugged. “It was my pleasure.”
“I thought my tits were your pleasure,” she teased him, folding the paper and setting in on the floor next to her clothes.
“They are,” he said. “Can I nurse from you some more?”
After she left, Thomas pulled out his laptop and fired it up. He should have felt guilt over what he had done, but he didn’t. The small amount of guilt and misgivings were easy to ignore in the face of the thrill of seeing Ida perform for him again and again. And she wasn’t just performing for him now. She was performing for everyone.
Well, everyone who was a little bit perverted with an affection for lactation.
He had created a false online identity on several porn sites. The sites practically encouraged users to purposefully conceal their identity. From there it was easy to upload the two videos of Ida masturbating and expressing her milk. It was bad enough that he had broken her trust by doing that, but each time he looked at the numbers of views on the two vids, his guilt faded a little more.
Both were well above ten thousand views now on all of the sites he had posted to, though Thomas had no way of telling if those numbers were accurate. Maybe the sites faked them to drive viewers one way or another, or maybe they were just artificial scores to make the posters feel better about their amateur attempts at pornography. Either way, Thomas didn’t really care.
To the two videos that he had already posted he added a third. He opted to only lightly edit the video not taking any effort to conceal either his or Ida’s faces. His was mostly out of frame anyway. The way he had positioned the camera he had managed to get Ida’s milk fountain in its full glory. Maybe she wasn’t the most beautiful woman nor did she have a perfect body, but most of the amateur stuff was full of bland and ugly women. Ida was much better than them.
So what if he didn’t have her full permission to put the videos up? It was doubtful she’d ever see them and by then it would be too late.
That’s the lie he told himself.
Thomas couldn’t help himself.
He was too proud of the fact that he had managed to suck and fuck a lactating woman.
He had to share it with someone, anyone.
So he shared it with the world instead.
He was certain he had made the world a better place because of his generosity.
Maybe she’d complain, but by the time that happened…it probably wouldn’t matter.
She was cheating on her husband after all.
Thomas forced himself to close the pornography page and do some actual work. If he just left those pages open all day he knew he’d go from one to the other waiting for the video to be approved and available for viewing and then he’d keep refreshing seeing how quickly the view count increased.
He had to maintain some control over his addiction.
He worked and waited and wondered if he would ever be bold enough to send a link to Ida letting her know that she was a niche porn star.
Chapter Nine
Ida knew that asking about Ernie was probably a bad idea. She was curious about the man who had gotten so much information on the woman Roger was fucking, but she also got the distinct impression from Thomas that Ernie dabbled a little too deeply into the illegal side of the internet.
She committed all the information about Betty to memory, not that there was all that much on the pap
er that Thomas had given her. Beyond what he had read was precious little more. An address, a phone number, where she had gone to school (community college, a two year degree in studio art), her vehicle (2014 red Honda Civic, Ernie had even helpfully supplied the license plate number), her “known associates” (there were two, her roommate Britni Miller and Ida’s husband), and her aliases (Elizabeth Snider had variously gone by Liz and Beth, but mostly used Betty, she had an older cousin by the name of Elisa Snider whom she had most definitely borrowed her driver’s license to go drinking when she was under age, and apparently used the online identity Best Snide on several websites).
Only after memorizing all of this did Ida realize that this was almost a sales pitch. More information was readily available from Ernie—for a fee. Ernie was either a straight up private investigator or someone who was really shady and Ida was smart to keep clear of.
Ida, however, couldn’t deny her curiosity and her tendency to snoop. Every time she visited someone’s house she had to look through the medicine cabinet and, if given the opportunity, she’s sneak through the bedroom dresser’s to find whatever she could. It was always the people you’d least expect who had the strangest sex toys.
Having a few minutes when the kids were playing together, Ida goggled Betty’s alias. What the hell was Best Snide anyway?
After a few false returns from some articles or etiquette Ida found what she was looking for but didn’t know she really didn’t want to see.
Best Snide was Betty’s artistic pseudonym.
Betty had a kinkier side than Ida would have guessed.
The pictures she had posted of herself were rather mild when it came to internet pornography and were hardly notable other than to mention that her parents probably didn’t want to see their precious daughter in such explicit poses.
It was her drawings on the artist’s website that stopped Ida’s snooping.
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