The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Uh-huh,” she said when the voice went silent. “Okay, hon, I’ve got to get up, get showered, get dressed, and do this conference. I’ll talk to you later. Okay. Love you. Bye.”

  Melanie cut the connection and tossed the phone aside before engulfing all of my cock with her mouth. The way she gave head was warm and wet and I should have just let her do it.

  But I couldn’t. I was that type of person.

  “Who was that?” I asked.

  Melanie looked up at me with her green eyes and managed to smile around my cock before removing it to answer me. “Just my husband.”

  I froze. “Your husband?” I started to go soft.

  “Don’t worry. He’s three hundred miles away. You’re here. He’s not.” She went down and started sucking on me, making me get harder. I was conflicted, to say the least.

  “Should we be doing this?” I asked.

  With a disappointed sigh, Melanie once again removed my cock from her mouth. “Look, we can talk about this or we can fuck.”

  “I didn’t know you were married,” I said. I was stupid.

  “I didn’t tell you because it doesn’t matter.” There was a touch of anger in her voice and she got up from the bed and took a few steps away, headed toward the bathroom. “Look. I just wanted a fling. A nice fuck and suck. Do you want to talk and debate with me the morality of my choices or do you want another chance to fuck me.” She paused and ran her hands over her breasts. They looked bigger than they had the night before. “I’m pretty full. I make my milk at night, mostly. I was hoping you’d nurse from me this morning so I wouldn’t have to use my pump.”

  We looked at each other for a second. My cock was still hard. She lightly gripped her breast and squeezed it just enough to make a few droplets of pure white milk appear on the tipoff her nipple.

  My cock twitched. She saw that.

  “Want to suck me?” she asked as she approached the bed. Her hands were under her breasts, cupping them, offering them to me.

  “Yes,” I managed to croak out.

  “I thought so,” she said as she got back on the bed and straddled my body. She was too high up for me to fuck her, but that wasn’t this was about, not yet. Melanie leaned forward and offered me a breast. I latched on right away and started sucking.

  Her milk was so sweet.

  It wasn’t supposed to be sexual, but it was. Her tits hung pendulously in my face and I held one while I sucked on the other. Her milk flowed easily. When I sucked it went into my mouth, down my throat to lodge happily in my belly; as I nursed on one breast, the other hung free and dripped steadily onto my chest. I wasn’t worried about the mess or the waste. I was too far gone in a haze of lust to care. Everything because Melanie’s tits; they were my world.

  Amazingly I remained firm while I sucked the life-milk from her. I wanted to fuck her, but that was secondary. I would have been happy just to suckle from her tits for the rest of my life.

  That wasn’t to be, of course. Melanie wasn’t exactly sitting on me, but her legs were on either side of my body and after a few minutes of intimate nursing it became exceedingly obvious to me that her pussy was being stimulated as much as her tits. That is, she was leaving a rather large wet spot on my abdomen, sort of a love-blot, if you will.

  I didn’t mind.

  “It’s not going to be enough,” she told me as she forced my lips from her tit.

  “What’s not?” I spluttered.

  “You aren’t going to be able to make me cum just from nursing.”

  I blinked at her. “Is that even possible?”

  Her smiled was so eager that it made me nervous. “Oh yeah,” she said as she searched blindly with her hand, groping my cock at first before getting a good grip on me and moving her hips back to meet it.

  She was a fervent lover so I wasn’t surprised at what she was doing, but the rejoining of our bodies was a delight I had already forgotten. Melanie pushed down on me and I thrusted up into her and my mouth sought out her breast again. We moved together like experienced lovers; it was just natural for us. I sucked on her tits and she moaned in appreciation.

  I focused on her milk. I forgot about her husband. The world shrank to where there was nothing else but her tits and milk, her pussy and my cock.

  It was a pleasure seeing her cum. Out of all the women I had ever been with, she was the easiest to make cum. I wanted that to be because I was such a good lover, but I knew it was because her tits were somehow magical and a cheat code to her libido.

  “More,” she begged as I slowed my upward thrusts. “More. Make me cum again.”

  I nodded and switched breasts. Holding the wet one between thumb and forefinger, pinching ever so slightly while I nursed as hard as I dared and continued to thrust up into her. It was a lot of work but it was going to be so worth it.

  Sucking and fucking was an incredible experience. I highly recommend it. I liked the circular nature of me putting my seed in her while she was putting her milk in me.

  Once Melanie realized that I had cum she laid her body down on mine, pulling her breast from my mouth, and let out a long, luxurious groan like she was taking off her shoes after a long day of walking.

  “That’s the way sex is supposed to be,” she murmured in my ear.

  “I agree.”

  “What time is it?” she asked, abruptly changing the subject.

  I squinted at the tiny clock next to the bed. “Seven thirty-four.”

  “I’ve gotta be at the morning breakfast in an hour. I’ve got my presentation this afternoon. Meet me back here after the last workshop session?”

  “Are you trying to make this one-night stand into a two-day affair?” I asked. Sometimes I didn’t know when to just say yes.

  “No. I’m looking for a guy who’ll happy drink my milk so I don’t have to use my pump or go out and seduce another guy. Yes or no?” she asked as she rolled off me and rolled off the bed.

  “Yes.”

  Sometimes I did know when to say yes.

  Chapter Three

  Our hookup that evening wasn’t at all what I expected. That morning she had gone to the shower while I had tossed on my clothes, ran back to my room, showered and got ready before I had to be at my morning session. I only caught a few glimpses of her throughout the day; we didn’t work the same track at our jobs.

  When I knocked at her door, she let me in, a smile on her lips. Ushering me quickly inside she said, “I’ve got a certain reputation to maintain. I can’t be seen inviting strange men into my hotel room.”

  I was about to put up some phony complaint about not wanting to be a secret lover, but before I could she opened up the top of her dress, exposing her bra. I hesitated with my words because—and I’m not ashamed to admit this—the sight of a woman’s cleavage and sexy bra was more than enough to render me mute.

  She then did the most amazing thing that, in retrospect, wasn’t that amazing and was more mundane than I wanted to admit to myself, but it still made me rock hard in the space of three heartbeats.

  Melanie loosed a hook at the top of one of her bra cups and folded the material down, fully exposing her breast to me. She now had the top of her dress open, bra on display, and one bra cup open to offer me her nipple. I noticed a round, white pad caught in the fold of the bra’s material as she lowered it. I looked inquisitively at it and she tossed it aside with a dismissive shrug.

  “Breast pad. I was afraid I might leak a little today. I’m really full and you need to start sucking because my tits are practically bursting.”

  She went to the bed and curled up again the pile of pillows she had already arranged. The way she posed in her partial nudity made her look like a Greek goddess in a Renaissance painting. It did nothing to diminish my erection. I knew why I was there so I joined her on the bed, found the most comfortable position next to her, and opened my mouth to accept her nipple.

  There was no romance, no kissing, no seduction. She knew she already had me under her power and she was co
mpletely correct. I didn’t care. The moment her hot milk filled my mouth I was in heaven.

  While it was hot and sexy to be nursing at the breast of my one-night (soon to be two-night) stand, it was also borderline uncomfortable. What I was doing was wrong by two accounts. First, she was married. Second, I was suckling her milk, something for babies.

  Both of these violations of societal norms made doing it all that much hotter.

  She knew I had a raging hard-on in my pants and I was positive I could smell her damp pussy. We were both getting turned on while I was nursing so I knew where we were going to wind up. I wanted to and I didn’t want to at the same time. Internal conflict was a problem for me.

  “Do you like that?” she asked, stroking my cheek.

  I didn’t want to give up her breast, so I just nodded my head and looked up at her while continuing to suck.

  “Good, but you need to switch sides,” she said. “I can feel I’m empty on that side and I need to balance out.”

  I let go and moved back a bit, she dropped open the other side of her bra, but before she could guide my mouth to the fresh breast, I moved in quickly to her face and stole a kiss.

  She kissed me back without hesitation even though I knew I had her milk on my lips and surely she could taste it.

  “Enough,” she said, breaking the kiss. “You need to nurse now.” She pushed my head down and I obeyed. I happily obeyed.

  Was this how it was between a mother and child? I didn’t want to think about that too deeply.

  Somehow the time seemed to pass impossibly fast. Her breasts weren’t an endless source of milk. Eventually I could tell that she had run out and I was just sucking on her nipple like I would with any other woman, only less so.

  “Let’s fuck,” she said abruptly, pushing me away again, asserting her control of the situation.

  “Sure,” I agreed. My cock had remained hard the entire time. I hadn’t been that hard and desperate for sex since I was a teenager. I wasn’t exactly in pain, but a little relief was in order. I stripped down while she struggled out of her dress and bra. She flopped back on the bed to push down her panties but I was on her like a flash and yanked them down for her.

  I shouldn’t have been thirsty or starving, but I was. I pushed my face between her legs, took in her strong scent, and licked her wet and swollen labia.

  “I don’t need that,” she said softly.

  “I want to do it.”

  Melanie was polite enough to allow me a couple of minutes of cunnilingus. Either I was terrible at it or she didn’t care for it, or maybe my mouth and jaw had gone numb from nurse from her tits, either way it seemed like a futile exercise. Eventually I got the hint and moved up her body to plunge my cock into her.

  She resisted just a bit. “Let me roll over.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t get to do doggy very often,” she said, a note of annoyance in her voice.

  I didn’t care. She was calling the shots and if she wanted doggy, then I was happy to be the supplier.

  She assumed the position in an almost aggressive manner, her ass way high up and her head down, almost like she was submissive. I hadn’t gotten that vibe from her at all, but what the hell did I know? Her knee stance was wide and her pussy naturally opened up for me. When I moved in close her hand was already there, set to guide me in. I didn’t need much guidance. Her pussy eagerly goggled me up.

  I ran my hands up from the generous curve of her buttocks, along her spine, to grasp her shoulders. I then pinned her down, holding her in place, which was entirely unnecessary, but I wanted to do it anyway.

  Melanie happily went along with my aggressive move and allowed me to fuck her hard, her entire body shaking with my every impact. Flesh slapped on flesh. It wasn’t passionate lovemaking, it was violent fucking. We both wanted it. If there was pain on her part, she didn’t complain. I didn’t fuck her to please her; I fucked her to please myself.

  When I came, it hurt. I felt the orgasm run up through my balls, along the base of my cock, and out into her and up into my body. It felt good, but there was a shivering pain as well.

  I didn’t tell her about it.

  I hoped she had cum as well. We didn’t discuss it. When I was done, I just laid down next to her, draped my hand over her torso, and fell to sleep.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning I was the one to wake up first. I had to pee and I had morningwood, but instead of taking care of either of those issues, the first thing I did was snuggle up to Melanie and roll her to her side, exposing her breasts.

  They were large and full. I had no shame in nuzzling up to them, popping a nipple into my mouth, and sucking out the milk.

  She moaned a little at my attention, but didn’t complain any further. Either she drifted back to sleep or was happy to let me nurse from her.

  My erection wouldn’t go away. I boldly checked between her legs—and in her twilight sleep she parted her thighs enough to give me access to her pussy—and she was ripe and moist.

  Maybe I had a new-found need for her breast milk, but I was also human. I had a long-established need for sex.

  Even when I was certain that her breasts were empty, I kept sucking. Eventually she spoke up. “You going to keep pumping at a dry well or would you like a good-bye fuck?”

  I knew the time was coming, but I didn’t want to face it. The conference was over and we were going to go back to our respective lives. Climbing up her body, I pressed my cock in between her legs, found her opening, and sank it all the way it. It was like we were lovers, but lovers who had known each other too long. I feared that maybe I’d lose my erection before I could finish.

  “Do me a favor?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “Hand me my phone. I want to take a couple of pictures to remember you by.”

  Who was I to argue with a woman who wanted a few fond memories? It was probably more effort than it was worth, but I went through a cheap photoshoot with her. Mostly it was pictures of my cock in her pussy and my cock between her tits. She took a few shots of me sucking on her nipples, though she was out of milk. This disappointed her.

  “I wanted to get at least one of me shooting my milk on you,” she sulked.

  “Maybe next time?” I asked hopefully.

  Melanie gave me a kiss. “Sweetie, there isn’t going to be a next time.”

  She was right, of course. This was supposed to be just a conference fling. Everyone did it all the time. It was the primary reason to hold business conferences. Sex and maybe learn something about the industry.

  After I went back to my room, showered, dressed, and got on the road home, I was briefly regretful that my employer had spent so much money on a hotel room I barely used.

  Halfway home my phone buzzed with a message. I did the stupid thing and glanced at the screen. Not recognizing the phone number, I opened the message and was treated to several of the pictures that Melanie had taken earlier that morning.

  It was enough to nearly make me drive off the road.

  After recovering from skirting the shoulder and realizing my heart was pounding more from the near-accident than her pictures, I pulled over at a rest area to more closely examine the pix. They were medium hot because they were amateur and I knew what to expect from them. The hottest part was seeing her phone number and the invitation at the bottom. Call me sometime.

  It all made me wonder when she had the opportunity to steal my phone.

  I didn’t call her at all. It was just flirting and fun. I didn’t know where she lived and I was done playing games with women who lived on the other side of the country. Still, I used her pictures to jerk off a few times to the memories of what we had done while I continued my fruitless search for a girlfriend. My search would have gone better if my primary interest had been looking for a romantic partner rather than a sexual one, but those are the regrets of foolish youth.

  It only took Melanie a week to text me. I was honestly surprised. I never expected
to hear from here again. That’s how conference hook ups were supposed to go. Sex. More sex. Brief, insincere moments of “we’ll have to do this again soon”. Then… nothing. Maybe next year the failed romance would be rekindled in the hotel room but that was it.

  Did you know we only live 120 apart?

  It wasn’t a very romantic overture, but when combined with our history, it was all but signaling that she was very deeply, very hopelessly, very foolishly in lust with me.

  How’d you find that out?

  They publish everyone’s name and city in the conference papers.

  I could have made the effort to look that up, but I didn’t because I figured we were over and done with. I’ll happily admit that I gave way too much thought to tasting her milk again. Finding a woman who was lactating and willing to let me drink her milk was an exceedingly long shot and I wasn’t certain how to go about doing it without sounding like a creep, but it was something I kept at the back of my mind for the future.

  I probably should have thought about checking that. I didn’t know where she was going with this texting, but I should have.

  I want to fuck you again. Melanie had never been shy about her needs or what she wanted from me.

  That sounds great, but what about your husband?

  Maybe she just wanted to sext and I was okay with that, but I wasn’t putting a lot of hope into a future for us.

  He’s fine with it. We have an open marriage. He’s even willing to share my milk with you.

  I stared at her words for far too long. My cock was hard and as a result I wasn’t able to think clearly.

  You’re kidding. That’s all I could think of to send back to her. Like I said, my brain wasn’t fully functional.

  No. Have you ever been in a MFM before?

  Her answer didn’t help my brain function.

  No. I thought that maybe sticking with one word answers would be best.

  That’s okay. You aren’t homophobic, are you?

  I wasn’t, but I didn’t know where she was going with her question.

  I did get to find out, however.