by Ana Thalia
"You can have it every day, it you want," Victor said.
"Oh?" she said. She wagged her brows. "Are you going to come home every day from work just for a little milk and nookie?"
"I come home for lunch already," he said. "But I was thinking you could come in a little before lunch, make it for me, and then after I wash it down with some fresh milk, I'd go back to work."
She giggled. "Sounds like fun. You still want me to clean your condo, right?"
"Of course. And stay through dinner, because I really love your fresh, creamy milk and spectacular body, Megan. And I'm willing to pay for it."
Megan rubbed her lips together, watching his face intently. Part of her was screaming: Run! Another voice was saying: YES! But his suggested schedule presented problems.
"I have a child," she said. "I can't afford to pay for a babysitter every day, all day."
"It's really only half a day," he said. "And I'll pay for childcare. Plus, I'm willing to pay more to retain your services."
Megan smiled. Childcare and more pay? "Where to do I sign?"
Victor kissed her. She felt his semi-flaccid cock still inside her, start to swell again. He lifted a brow and gave her right tit a little squeeze. Milk fountained up, bathing her chest in hot mother's milk. He started licking the milk off her tits.
"As long as you're lactating, and let me drink, I'll pay you double," Victor said. "Let's call it…Milk money."
Megan smiled. Her mind was filled with beautiful love-making, and him feeding hungrily off her boobs. She got all warm and fuzzy inside thinking about it.
"That sounds wonderful," she said. "I'm your girl, sir. Your milk maid."
Chapter Three
Megan glanced at the clock. It was almost time for Victor to get home. Dinner was pretty much done. The table was set. She hurried to the guest bedroom to do her final primping.
After two weeks on the job, she had her routine down. The guest room was pretty much hers now, where she changed and primped for Victor. The closet held her "uniforms." Most of the time she wore the French maid uniform, which she wore that night. Sometimes, though, he wanted her in a bikini and heels. Other times in sexy lingerie. And weekends, she spent the day in nothing but black thigh boots and a leather collar.
All of her clothes and accessories were paid for my her boss.
Even better, she'd moved in with a old friend, who acted as babysitter. The childcare money she received pretty much paid her rent as well. Her friend loved taking care of her child. Best of all, she had shorter hours, so got to spend more time with little Bobby.
"I wonder how long I can keep these beauties lactating?" Megan said, cupping her big tits and lifting them. The milky skin was taut, her boobs well past milking time. "I hope he gets here soon, and is very thirsty. My girls are aching."
Hearing a key in the front door, she quickly slid on another coat of red lip gloss, fluffed her thick mane of black hair, and headed off to greet her lord and master for the next couple of hours. Megan stopped halfway through the living room when she saw them. Them. Victor brought home a friend.
Her jaw dropped and Megan just stared.
"There she is," Victor said, a big smile on his handsome face. "Isn't she gorgeous?"
The two men stopped just inside the door to look her up and down, many times. Megan managed a little smile, though her heart was pounding. Her belly clenched, and her pussy really started throbbing.
"Holy crap, I know you told me how beautiful she is, but I really wasn't expecting her to be that drop-dead gorgeous," his friend said.
Victor moved towards her. He looked so pleased. So confident it would all go down as he wanted.
"Hi," she said, finally gaining a little control of her faculties. She glanced at the kitchen, and then the table set for one as he pressed up to her. She tried to read his face. "You didn't mention bringing home a friend."
Victor wrapped an arm around her and kissed Megan. Her overfull breasts pressed against him, aching and needy. She felt all warm and fuzzy again. It was always so good in his arms. Then he turned her to face his friend.
"Megan, this is my best friend, Philip Glaser," Victor said. "Philip, this is Megan Milan."
"Hi," she said, more than a little uncertainty in her voice. "Nice to meet you, sir."
Philip was almost as tall as Victor. He looked fit and athletic, with dark hair and dark eyes. More rugged looking than handsome, he moved up close and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm very pleased to finally meet you," Philip said. He gazed down hungrily at her deep cleavage. "Victor has told me so much about you."
"Oh?" she said, feeling her face start to heat up. Her insides starting tingling, and wet heat spread between her legs. Megan had a bad feeling she knew what they expected of her. "Wow. I'm flattered. I think." Victor was grinning. "So, I guess I need to set another place at the table."
"Yes. There is enough, right?"
"Of course," she said, slipping away to head for the kitchen. Megan always cooked enough so there would be leftovers for the next day's lunch. She would also take a plate home, and eat some for lunch the next day before Victor arrived. "Do y'all want to eat now? Or wait a little bit?"
"Now would be good," he said, his hand on the small of her back urging her towards the kitchen. "We're both very…hungry."
Megan's breath caught as she headed towards the kitchen. Her heels clattered, and when she glanced back at the men Philip was staring at her butt and Victor at her feet.
Victor always wanted to eat as soon as he got home. She understood it was because he wanted to enjoy her "feeding" him her mother's milk. She hand fed her boss his actual meal, and he always drank deeply from her boobs. Afterwards, they always enjoy some vigorous after-dinner loveplay.
For Victor, it was all about getting as much milk and pussy as possible.
Hearing the scrap of chairs on hardwood, Megan glanced toward the table. Philip sat opposite Victor, and both looked eager. Her tits ached, starting to tingle. Her body knew it was about to start and was more than ready.
They are going to fuck my brains out, Megan thought. I'm going to earn my money tonight.
The beautiful maid quickly set the table for her boss's guest, and then made them both a plate. After placing their dinner before them, Megan curtseyed next to Victor.
"My lord, dinner is served. Do you desire I serve you — " She glanced at Philip. " — both as usual?"
"That would be wonderful, my dear," he said.
"Are you always so formal?" Philip asked.
Victor grinned, "Yes. Megan started it, and we enjoy it."
"My only desire is to serve," she said, wagging her brows at Victor. "And to please in all ways, sir." She thought, I deserve a raise for this crap.
Victor gave her a look, one brow raised. Megan sucked in a sharp breath. It was beginning. Her first time with two men. My first ménage à trois! She slanted a mischievous glance at Philip, rose up and pulled the uniform's spaghetti straps over her shoulder. Philip sucked in a breath when her breasts were exposed.
Megan caught and held Philip's eyes, lifted her boobs in both hands, and gave them a firm squeeze. Twin jets of hot milk shot out for a second. She gave her brows a single wag, and turned her full attention to her boss.
"Shall we begin?" Megan said, moving up close to victor. She leaned over and kissed him, before turning to cut a piece of meat. Then she picked up the piece with her fingers, and sensuously fed it to him. Cupping her left boob, "Thirsty, sir?"
"Always," Victor said.
Megan fed him the nipple, and Victor sucked it in eagerly. He started sucking, and she gave her boob a firm stroke down toward the nipple, and felt hot, creamy milk flowing into his mouth. He moaned and she groaned. It always felt so damned good to feed him.
Pulling away, Megan turned her attention to Philip. "My lord, let me serve you."
She sensuously moved over to their guest, her tall stilettos clacking on the hardwood floor the only sound. Philip had th
e hungriest look on his face. Surprisingly, he wasn't staring at her tits. His eyes were locked on her lips. Megan smiled, eager for him to have a taste.
"Mmm," she moaned, kissing him. It was their first kiss, so she let it linger. His lips felt so nice on hers. Megan gently bit his lower lip, pulled it, and then stared into his eyes a long moment, showing him nothing but lust. Then as she turned to his plate, the young beauty looked down at his crotch. There was a very big bulge there and it kind of looked painful, straining at the fabric pretty hard. "Mmm, meat."
Megan cut Philip a piece of steak and hand fed him. He sucked on her fingers, his tongue playing with her long fingernails. The young beauty offered him her right breast. His eyes got big as she pressed the nipple to his mouth. Philip's warm lips wrapped around her nipple and he sucked hard. She felt milk dribbling into his mouth, so gave her boob a practiced stroke and felt a thick flow of breast milk flow into his mouth.
"Mmmm," Philip moaned, eyes closing as he suckled. Megan stayed with him a little longer, letting him get the hang of suckling. "Uummmm."
"You like that?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Very much," he whispered. "You are delicious."
"Thank you, sir," she purred, and gave him another kiss. "I'll be back."
She gave him a wink, before returning to Victor. He'd turned his chair to the side, allowing her to straddle his lap with easy access to his plate.
Unzipping him, she pulled his erection out. Megan didn't wear panties at work. Ever. Nothing to get between her and Victor. She straddled his lap, and then slowly lowered herself onto him. Her breath caught as he penetrated, pushing deeply into her as she lowered herself.
"Ooooh, yes," Megan whispered, eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the feel of a man inside her. His cock always spread her so well, so wide. A few bounces, and he was fully sheathed inside her. "You always feel so…Oooooh."
Victor motorboated her tits, and then started suckling. She let him have his way with her tits while she bounced up and down his long, thick shaft. The sexiest sensations rippled through her with every deep thrust up into her. Sometimes it was too much to even think.
"Oh my," she whispered breathlessly, glancing over at Philip, who was watching them with eager eyes. "Let me feed you some more."
She fed him a forkful of each of the sides, with a drink of mother's milk between each, and finally cut another piece of steak. That piece of meat was placed between her teeth, and she lowered her mouth to his. As their lips melted together, her tongue pushed the meat into his mouth. He ignored the steak, while their lips stroked each other, and their tongues dance in his mouth. Victor didn't start chewing until after she pulled away from the kiss.
Megan slowly stood up, reluctantly pulling herself off of his cock. When it was just the two of them, she didn't come off until they'd both come. And Victor was finished with his meal. But Philip had to be fed, too.
Moving around the table on weakened legs, her insides throbbed with need. She struggled to breathe, feeling so hot and sweaty already. Philip turned his chair to the side, so she could straddle him. Megan caught and held his eyes, their gaze so intense her pussy ached and throbbed like crazy. After leaning in for a lingering kiss, she dropped her eyes to his painful looking bulge.
"Let me help you with that, sir," she said, low and sensuously. Megan held his eyes again, while her long, delicate fingers unzipped him and pulled out his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking him to full hardness in nothing flat. Philip was more than ready when she maneuvered over his lap, and slowly lowered herself. Guiding him into her, she sucked in a sharp breath as he penetrated and plunged in deep. "Uuuggh. Oooooooh."
Philip was a big as Victor, and filled her up so well. Once he was fully inside her, Megan started a slow bounce to savor every inch of him. Like Victor, he started sucking on her tits and nipples as soon as she straddled him, drinking deeply of her bounty.
Megan let her head roll back, her long silky hair caressing her back, butt, and his thighs.
Before she could reach for his plate, Philip wrapped his arms around her. Megan's arms were pinned to her side, as he squeezed her so hard and wonderfully. Philip held her tightly, suckling hungrily on her nipples, and forcing her up and down his shaft.
"Uuugggh," she groaned, loving being held so tightly. Megan knew he was only hungry for her milk and pussy. She glanced at Victor, who had pushed his plate back and was staring at her with the most hungry eyes. "Please, be gentle. This is my first time with two guys."
Philip's arms released her. One hand grabbed her butt, making her bounce even faster up and down his cock. The other hand seized a handful of silky black hair at the back of her head, forcing her lips back down to his. He kissed her so hard, so demandingly.
"Do you really want us to be gentle, Megan?" Philip demanded, his eyes fierce.
A thrill raced up her spine. Her insides changed, turning into a hot, sexy mess. She squeezed her vagina tightly around his shaft, as she slid up and down him.
"No," she whispered. "I don't."
"I didn't think so," he growled low, and started thrusting up into her, meeting her halfway.
Philip crushed her lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. Megan wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on desperately as she bounced up and down like a crazy woman. Her body changed again. She felt that familiar and so loved rise to climax start. That divine tension. Every hard, deep thrust pushed her closer and closer. She felt him swell within her, telling her he was just as excited, just as close as her.
"Ugggh!" she groaned, her body erupting with intense pleasure. "Aaagggh."
Her love channel flooded with her cum, making her feel so wonderfully wet. She squeezed her vagina around him, making Philip groan as he intensified his efforts. He fucked her all the way through her orgasm, and then she sighed gustily when he came deep inside her. Megan felt that hot wetness splash against her cervix.
"Oooh, yes, yes," she whispered. She felt herself going back into the rush to climax. "Please don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Philip grabbed both of her boobs, squeezing painfully hard. Hot mother's milk squirted out, hitting him in the face. She worked her hips, forcing herself up and down his long, thick shaft super fast. Her vagina was still tight from her previous climax, and it felt incredible.
And then…
"Aaagghh! Oh! Oh! Aaaggh!" she cried. Her insides throbbed with orgasmic pleasure. Megan squeezed her vagina even tighter, bouncing frantically on him. Philip squeezed her tits again, making more milk shoot into his face. "Yes! Yes!"
"This is so sexy," Victor said, pressing up behind her. He pulled her off of Philip, and then forced her to bend over with her knees locked straight. "Go down on him. Make him come again."
Megan didn't hesitate. She wrapped her lips around his cock head, and then sucked him in until her mouth was completely full. Philip swept her long hair to one side, watching her with a big smile. His crotch was thick with the smell of their sex. She tasted herself on him, and hungrily lapped up their love juices as she licked him from cock head to hairy balls.
Victor's fingers plowed up into her sopping wet, leaking pussy. Once they were slick with hers and Philip's commingled cum, Victor thrust one finger up her butt.
"Uggh," she grunted, but kept on licking Philip's balls.
Megan wrapped both hands around Philip's big dick, and then gave him the most intense head she knew. While her hands stroked him, she concentrated on his most sensitive spot. Philip rewarded her with a long, drawn out groan as his fingers tightened in her hair.
Victor knew his anal. He could her loosened up faster than anyone. It wasn't long before he had two fingers inside her, and then three. Finally, her boss spread her butt cheeks and pressed thrust his cock deep into her pussy.
"Uggh," she groaned. Victor thrust into her about a dozen times, feeling so wonderful inside her. Every thrust rippled through her, making her hot mushy insides sing. Final, she sucked in a deep breath as
he pulled out. "Uuugghh!"
Victor penetrated her ass, driving in deep. He sheathed half his length inside her on the first thrust. Megan froze, eyes huge. Anal penetration was completely different than vagina sex. Not better or worse, just different. He gave her body time to adjust, and when she squeezed around his thickness, Victor started humping.
"Ooooooh," she groaned around Philip's cock.
"Soak his cock," Victor gasped out. "With your milk."
Megan pulled off Philip, grabbed her boobs, and squeezed hot creamy milk all over Philip's cock and balls, all over his lap, soaking his pants. She squeezed again, rising up to soak him from crotch to face. Philip sighed and a look of bliss spread across his face. And then she went down on him again, tasting her own milk.
"Mmmmm," she groaned.
Victor pounded into her from behind like a madman. His hips slapped loudly against her jiggling butt cheeks. Every powerful thrust radiated pure pleasure, turning her insides into a hot, quivering mess. She soon felt the build up to climax. Getting closer and closer, even as she felt Philip's cock and balls tighten and swell, and Victor's thrust become more and more frantic.
"Aagh!" Philip cried first, flooding her mouth with hot, viscous cum.
Megan swallowed, feeling her body rushing toward release. Victor's hands tightened painfully around her waist, and then he cried out. She felt him swell up, and then come as he flooded her butt with slippery wetness.
"Aaaggh!" she cried around Philips cock. Her body erupted again. "Uuggh!"
All three of them groaned, sucking and fucking their way through three climaxes.
"Oh my god," Megan gasped out, dropping to her knees.
"That was awesome," Philip said, barely able to speak he was so breathless.
"Better than I thought it would be," Victor said. "So, Megan, how was it?"
"Great," she whispered.
"Good enough to spend all night with us?" her boss asked.
"Yes," she said. "But not tonight. Friday?"
"It's a date," Philip said, and laughed softly.
