by Ana Thalia
"Holy shit, are you…?"
"Yes, I am," she said.
"You have a baby?"
"No," she said. Sarah sighed. "University experiment." She wagged her brows. "I got bigger boobs, lots of fresh milk, and paid really well. Three times a winner."
Matt's hands came up to grab her boobs to either side, squishing them together. "I think I'm the winner here."
"Me, too," she said, and giggled. She brushed his hands away, grabbed his hand, and headed for the family room. "Let's get this party started."
"I agree whole-hearted," Matt said, copping a feel of her butt as they walked.
Sarah went straight to the black leather couch, sitting in the middle. She crossed her long legs and patted the spot next to her. Matt threw an arm around her shoulders as he sat, pulling her in close and claiming her lips in another deep, tongue-tangoing kiss.
His free hand went straight to her chest.
"Mmm," she said, loving the feel of his hand on her breasts.
She giggled when he pinched an erect nipple through the thin fabric. "Good boy. Not wasting any time." She glanced at the clock atop the wall of shelves opposite the couch. The shelves were filled with toys for Jesse. Way too many toys and stuffed animals for such a young child. Hell, he could barely crawl, so what made them think he could play with those toys?
Billionaires, more money than brains, she thought.
Thinking about the toys was a mistake. Now she focused on the stuffed toys, all of which were staring at them. Watching them. Smirking?
"What's the matter?" Matt said. "Did I do something to turn you off?"
"No! I'm sorry," she said, and giggled. "I'm just being stupid." She waved at the wall of toys. "For a second I thought we were being watched by those stuffed animals, and that they were judging me."
Matt laughed. Her face heated up.
"You're so cute," he said. His hand gave her right boob a firm squeeze. "With a killer pair of…"
"Oh?"
"Heels," he said, wagging his brows.
"Thanks for noticing," she said, shaking her head with a grin. "They're the most expensive pair of fuck me pumps I've ever worn."
"Uh-huh," he said, burying his face in her deep cleavage. "They are beautiful. So big. Firm. Soft warm skin."
"Thanks, so happy you noticed," she said, rolling her eyes. He was such a man. But very good at taking care of her achy, needed tits. "Oh baby. They are all yours tonight."
While he sucked on her nipples, kissing, licking, nibbling away, Sarah unzipped him and put out his erection. It was much bigger than she expected, and just imagining that monster cock inside her took her breath away.
Sarah's insides became hotter, mushier. Her pussy started tingling and aching. It was so hard to sit still while Matt indulged himself. She realized she was rubbing her thighs together, very tight.
"Oh god, I'm going crazy," she said, suddenly standing up. Matt looked surprised, and then a little worried. Sarah gave him a sultry smile, and pulled her dress down, down, down and off. Then she dropped to her knees, pushing his knees wide, and scooting up between them. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she started stroking him. "Wanna start with a hot little BJ?"
"I never refuse a BJ, baby."
"Good boy," she said, and went down on him. Matt tensed up and gasped, hands combing through her long, silky hair. "Mmmmm."
While she bobbed up and down his hard shaft, Matt shed his t-shirt and kicked off his shoes. She unfastened his waistband, and started pulling his jeans down. Unfortunately, she had to stop sucking long enough to pull his jeans all the way off, but quickly got back into her rhythm.
"Mmm," she moaned. Sometimes she thought she loved giving oral too much. "Mmm."
"You are so good to me," Matt moaned out. "You want to 69?"
"Absolutely," she said, pulling off. Matt stretched out on the couch, and she moved over him. Sitting on his face, she paused while he started exploring her sex with his fingers, lips, and tongue. "Ooooh, yes. That's it. Mmmm."
For a long moment Sarah just sat on his face, savoring the way he nibbled and sucked on her swollen nether lips. Then his tongue penetrated to her slit, and he really went to town. Fingers entered her. His tongue pushed in as deep as he could, and finally he turned his attention to her clit.
Sighing gustily, she lowered her face and went down on him again.
Matt knew what he was about. The way he nibbled all around, and then would give her clit a little nip drove her crazy. Every little nibble and nip sent powerful waves of pleasure through her body. Energizing her. Pushing her closer and closer. Soon she was grinding her pussy into his mouth, desperate for relief. So desperate she was disrupting his efforts, forcing Matt to seize her hips and try to hold her still.
Her tits were aching so badly, Sarah started rubbing them for relief. Problem was, they were too full of milk. Her caresses turned into a milking action, and in no time she felt the let-down. Seconds later milk started dribbling from her nipples across his belly.
Can't he feel that? she wondered.
His balls tightened up. Her lips curled at the corner as a feeling of satisfaction flowed through her. Getting a man off was such a turn-on, and was almost enough reward by itself. So she sucked harder, and continued to milk her breasts across his stomach.
Sarah started humming and working her tongue to the max. Matt started sucking her clit in and out, in and out. Really hard and fast. She grunted and groaned, body starting to tense up and shake. Her head was spinning. So hard to concentrate on giving a blowjob. And then…
"Aaggghh," she cried around his cock, back bowing as pure pleasure erupted within. Wave upon wave of orgasmic joy washed through her. She barely managed to keep sucking, and halfway through her climax Matt creamed her mouth. Filled it up with hot, viscous man milk. And Sarah gulped it down greedily, hungrily. "Mmmmm."
"That was fucking awesome," Matt said, huffing and puffing below her.
Sarah sat up, and then turned around to straddle his waist. He caught her eyes, and their gaze was so intense it made her insides quake.
"I hope you got a lot more, boy," she whispered huskily. "This girl's not anywhere close to finished."
Sarah lifted her boobs with both hands, and then squeezed and stroked them to send twin streams of hot, mother's milk into Matt's face. He looked shocked and thrilled at the same time.
"I'll get us a couple beers," she said, and rolled off before he could stop her.
"Beer? All I can think about is milk now," he said.
"Oh, you're going to get a lot a milk, baby," she said. "I'm going to shower you with milky love tonight."
"Can all women shoot milk like that when their lactating?" he said. "I've never heard of anything like that."
"Ha! No, I have mutant ninja nipples thanks to some experience I volunteered for," she said. "Well, they paid me beaucoup bucks, but still…"
She raided the Armstrong's fridge, taking two bottles of very expensive beer. Nothing but the best stolen beer for her man. She did wonder if the Armstrongs would care if she drank some of their beer. They gave her full kitchen access. Pay, bed, and board. That included beer, right?
After they sucked down half their bottles, Sarah straddled Matt's lap and threw her arms around his neck. They kissed while he played with her tits. Since the experiment, playing with her boobs always got her extremely aroused. Hell, everything seemed to get her aroused. They never asked about that aspect in the follow-up meetings and examines. She wondered if they realized their experimental drug was also an aphrodisiac. Perhaps she should mention it. Mostly, though, they marveled at the amazing flow she was capable of delivering when they milked her.
"You know what you need with that beer, baby?"
"What's that?" Matt said, a look of bliss on his face.
"A hot milk chaser," she said, lifting both tits again. She wagged her brows. "Squirt."
A firm squeeze and stroke sent twin streams into his face. Matt opened his mouth wide, and she aime
d for it with the next squirt. Sarah milked herself into his eager mouth, occasionally redirecting her aim.
"I make it shower milk," she said. "Let me feed and shower you."
"This is so fucking awesome," Matt said, grabbing her butt with both hands. He lifted her up, and dropped Sarah down on his erection. She hadn't realized he was that turned on, but found out in a very nice way. "Ride me, Sarah. And don't stop showering me."
"Oooooooh," she sighed as he thrust up into her. Initial penetration was always the best. She was still tight, but aroused and wet enough to let him in. Sarah started riding his cock, bouncing up and down on it. Loving how each thrust pushed him deeper, stretched her out more and more. "Aaaahhhhhh. Ooooooooh."
Once there was penetration, Sarah's mind locked on it. Her milking efforts quickly diminished. Matt asked for more, but she wasn't able to give it. So she showed him how to milk her, how to get those really thick streams of milk. And then she bowed her back, grabbed hold of her long stilettos, and rode him like there was no tomorrow.
"This is the best ever!" she cried, body trembling with building arousal. Every slide down his shaft sent wonderful ripples through her, making her gasp and cry out. Matt stopped "streaming" her, and started suckling, which felt a hundred times better. "Yes! Eat me up! Suck it all down, baby! Milk me like a cow!"
"A cow?"
"Oh, sorry," she gasped out, starting to bounce faster as she got closer to ultimate pleasure and bliss. "Drink! Drink!"
Matt sucked hard, suckling milk out of one breast and then the other. She could feel the pressure, the feeling of being too full and taut, go away. Even more amazing was the feeling of blissful pleasure she got out of feeding her lover. She felt so special.
"Oh. Oh," she grunted, her hands tightening around her heels as her back bowed more dramatically. She was there, right on the brink. "Yes! Fuck me! Drink!"
"You're crazy, girl!" he cried. "I'm about to come! Yes!"
"No! Not…aaagghhhh!" she cried, body exploding. "Oooh, it's okay now. Oooooh."
Matt came with a cry, shooting his seed deep inside her. Sarah's skin goose-fleshed. It was the first time she did it bareback. It never occurred to her to use a condom, and she had a box of them in her room. She was currently on a birth control pill study, being paid well, but didn't know if hers was the real pill or a placebo.
"Let's do it again," Matt said.
"Really?" she said, feeling energized. Most of her lovers did it once or twice, and they were finished. Not interested in any more, even cuddling. "I think I love you."
"Haha! Duh, of course. I'm so fucking loveable," Matt said.
"Now I have second thoughts," she said, and giggled. A sound upstairs caught her attention. How noisy were they? Did they wake the baby? And then she heard the first little bubbling cry. "Party's over. The baby's awake, and he takes priority."
"Over me?"
"Yes. Even over me," she said. "You'll have to leave now."
"Why? Go rock the baby back to sleep and I'll wait for you."
"No," she said, rising up and off of his still hard erection. "I told you we didn't have much time. The Armstrongs could be home at any time. You have to leave."
"All right," he said, looking around for his clothes. Not looking happy. "I'll call you. We'll get together. You do get nights off, right?"
"I think," she said. "I'm not so sure now. But the job's only for a month."
Sarah fetched a towel, and dried herself and Matt off. There was a lot of milk on the couch and floor, too. She cleaned that up while he dressed. Then she pulled on her dress and walked him to the door. Kiss and shove out the door, and she headed up to little Jesse.
"I feel much better now," she said, grinning with mischievous delight. "After I feed Jesse, I'll have to go clean up better."
One of the duties they expected of her was housecleaning, including doing the household laundry. Sarah didn't mind. They were paying her so much she'd lick the floors clean if that's what they wanted. Since she had to do the laundry, they wouldn't find any evidence of her little indiscretion in the family room. Would they be able to figure it out by a milk-soaked towel?
"Na," she said, reaching the top of the stairs and glancing back down with a wicked smile. "I'm good as gold."
~**~**~
Next evening…
"Sarah," Amanda said, leading her husband through the nanny's open bedroom door.
The nanny kept her annoyance off her face. It was their house, and she was an employee. She wasn't sure it gave them the right to just walk into her bedroom. At least she wasn't naked or dressing.
"Yes, ma'am, how can I help you?"
Earlier, Dave had said she wouldn't be needed that evening. So she planned to surprise Matt at O'Reilly's, and maybe let him seduce and take her to his apartment. So she was wearing her good butt jeans, paired with a cute pink midriff top, and pink stiletto pumps. She was in the process of determining what jewelry to wear.
They looked uncomfortable as the stood side-by-side and looked her over. Well, there was a undercurrent of lust and hunger in both of them, but she was kind of used to seeing that in other's eyes. Dave was still wearing his suit of the day, minus jacket and tie. Amanda had changed into a white and pink flower print sundress.
"Is there a problem?" Sarah said. "Dave said I could go out tonight."
"Yes, definitely out," Amanda said, shaking her head. "We have a nanny cam in the family room."
It took her a second to realize what that meant.
"You…saw?" she said, starting to shake. "My god, I'm getting fired."
"Are you surprised?" Dave said, setting an open laptop down on her bed and hitting PLAY.
The video of her and Matt started. It was already well into their tryst, as she rode his cock and sprayed milk in his face. Sarah found herself spellbound. She'd never let anyone record her having sex. So it was the first time she saw herself like that, and she liked it. Maybe she was too obvious, since Amanda snapped the screen down and closed the laptop.
"So you think that little act of profound debauchery is something to be proud of?" Amanda said.
"No," she said. "I was just so horny. I had a date with Matt, and then had to cancel because…"
"So it's our fault?" Dave said.
"No, no," she said, hanging her head. "My fault."
She couldn't believe she'd fucked up the best job of her life on the first day. It usually took her a week to piss off her boss. "I'm so sorry. If you give me another chance, I promise nothing like that will happen again."
"We don't care how you conduct your personal life, but one of the rules we gave you was no friends in our house," Amanda said.
"Oh," she said. "I forgot."
"How convenient," Dave said, starting to look distracted. He was trying hard to keep from looking at her boobs, but his eyes kept going back down there. "And…um…"
"Oh, jeeze," Amanda said, rolling her eyes. And then she looked at Sarah's boobs, and licked her lips. "Do those things ever stop flowing?"
"Crap," Sarah said, hands coming up to lift her boobs. Twin spots were spreading from her nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra, since she wanted Matt thinking about and obsessing over her tits. So he'd take her home and do her long and hard. Or so she hoped. "They never stop."
"Wow," Dave said, looking up and around.
Sarah felt first a thrill run up her back, and then a chill go back down. She loved it when others were obviously aroused by her, whatever the reason. But visions of her kneeling before Dave, sucking him off while naked, flashed before her eyes. Then she had thoughts about Amanda, who was just as excited as her husband.
I can't believe I'm going to…, she thought, insides turning to mush as her face heated up.
"I-I will do anything to keep my job," she said, averting her eyes. She was pretty sure they would reject her, if not laugh at her. Sarah didn't want to see the scorn in Amanda's eyes, much less in Dave's.
"Anything?" Dave said.
She gave a lit
tle nod, biting her lip. "Anything you want."
Dave and Amanda looked at each other a long moment, and then nodded.
"Take off your top," Amanda commanded.
Oh My! They really are going to do it…do me, Sarah thought, as she took hold of the bottom hem of her shirt, and started pulling it up and off.
Dave's hands came up, with a longing look on his face, but it was Amanda's hands that took hold of her naked boobs. The beautiful blonde softly stroked Sarah's tits, and then pushed them together as she bent over and started lick and kissing her nipples. That quickly turned into sucking.
"How do I get milk out," Amanda said after a moment of unsuccessful suckling.
"If you — ," Sarah said, and her breath caught. Oh, the wicked thoughts she was having! "If you take off your clothes, I'll show you how."
Dave immediately started undressing. Her eyes dropped to his crotch. Yeah, he had a big boner under his slacks. Amanda quickly disrobed as well, but not as frantically. While they disrobed, Sarah sighed and kicked off her heels. She wiggled out of the tight jeans, and found her employers' naked and ready by the time she was fully naked.
"Put the shoes back on," Dave said.
It wasn't the first time a man asked her to wear heels for sex. She noticed Amanda was still wearing her white Christian Louboutin pumps, and nothing else. So Sarah stepped back into her five inch pink pumps and stood before them. She slightly bowed her back, chest thrust out, and hands clutched behind her back.
"Sooo…," she said. "How do you want to do this? This is only my second ménage à trois."
"Very simple, Sarah," Amanda said, pressing in close and caressing the nanny's face. "You submit. You obey. Don't question, just do what we command without hesitation, and we'll do whatever we want. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," she said, her insides clenching and wet heat spreading between her legs.
"Good girl," Amanda said, voice dropping an octave. "Now show me how to suckle. I want to taste you, drink deeply of you."
