I lifted my eyebrows mockingly. Was this doctor really bragging about himself?
“I’m sorry”, he chuckled, “I usually use that line to make my patients feel more comfortable with me. But you didn’t seem to appreciate the sense of humor.”
I shook my head. Now I understood why my younger friend spoke so excitedly about Doctor Orlando, he was a huge flirt. He seemed kind, and he was certainly charming, but this doctor wasn’t my type. I was not interested in the cougar lifestyle like so many of my friends were. His attempts at dalliance would be wasted on me. I came strictly seeking medical advice.
“What medications or holistic methods have you used in the past to try and stop the leakage?” he asked.
I exhaled, running the long list through my mind. “I’ve tried varying doses of bromocriptine, L-dopa, and even homeopathy. Nothing seems to dry me up.”
He nodded, deep in thought as I went into detail about the different methods I’ve tried to stop my lactation. His eyes wandered down to my breasts, which were swollen as usual. I looked down as well, wondering if I had leaked through my shirt. I hadn’t yet; he was just a peeping tom.
“Have you ever considered breastfeeding again?” He looked at me curiously.
“No. My children are too old for it, and none of my friends have babies that young either.”
He nodded, his lips angled down in a ponderous frown. “Hmm. Well that might be the solution to your problem. How about giving that a try?”
I shook my head in refusal. “No. I don’t know anyone I could be a wet nurse for, that would be ridiculous.” I sighed. “Besides, I’m way too old for that sort of thing.”
Doctor Orlando looked shocked. He placed a reassuring hand on her arm. “Oh no”, he cooed, “Why do you think that, Edith?”
I laughed at his naivety. He was still so young and pretty; he wouldn’t understand the feeling of growing old. My body had changed, and parts of me looked different. I appreciated myself as looking quite beautiful during my youth, but lately everything had gotten so wilted.
“Well, I don’t exactly look like a porn star”, I said forwardly. “I’m not even sure what quality of milk I’ve been producing lately. Surely it can’t be healthy, it’s been so long.”
His lips turned upward into a half smile. “Oh Edith, you’re just kidding yourself. You are a beautiful woman, with still so much of your body to offer.” He rubbed his hand down my arms, placing them on the sides of my body. “You just need to learn to love yourself.”
I cackled out loud. “Excuse me?” Who was he to tell me that? And what did that have to do with my current medical problem?
He chuckled in reply, shaking his head knowingly. “A lot of my other patients have the same reaction that you did, Miss Edith. But after my consultation, they thanked me for helping them realize that loving themselves was a very important key to their health and well-being.
I gave him a ridiculous look. “How would that help me at all?”
He stroked my arm again. “I’m sure you’ve been on an airplane before, Miss Edith. You know when the flight attendant implores you to put on your own oxygen mask before helping someone else with theirs, even if they are your children?”
I nodded. What did that have to do with anything?
“Well, the same is exactly true with your health and well-being. You have to learn to take care of yourself before you can successfully take care of others. Do you want your children to be happy?”
“Of course I do!” I snapped, offended at his question.
“Don’t you think they would be so much happier and able to succeed if they were able to come home to a happy, healthy, relaxed, and loving mother?”
I felt my cheeks flush. I had to admit that he was right; I knew that I was uptight around my kids, and that it had an effect on them. They deserved to see me smile every once in awhile.
“I’ll say it, you do have a point”, I responded hesitantly. I hated letting Doctor Orlando know he was right. He was so much younger than me, and yet he was acting as if he knew better than me. And he was really turning on the charm, too. My arm began to warm up to him as he stroked me. The look in his eyes as they locked with mine was nothing short of stunning. His blue orbs were full of deep, personal interest - I could tell that he actually cared about my situation. I felt my body relaxing in his presence.
He flashed me a big smile. “I’m glad you see it, Miss Edith. I would hate to see someone like you living a miserable life. I think you just might find that there is a simple solution to stopping your lactation - give your body some love. Shower your breasts with affection, let someone into your body, to show you how beautiful you are, and allow yourself to open up to the possibility of all of the pleasure you can still experience in your life.” He lifted a hand towards my breasts, outlining their shape in the air, almost touching them, but hovering slightly above them. “I’d hate to see breasts as beautiful as yours go to waste.”
I reluctantly noticed my mouth turning up in a quick smile. He really was making me feel better. “So what you’re prescribing is love, doctor?”
He nodded. “Just that.”
“Is there anything…” I carefully chose my words. “...specific, that I should do to my breasts? Or have someone do to me?” I felt my face blushing again.
This time, Doctor Orlando’s cheeks flushed too, just slightly. In that moment he looked like a young boy, talking to his crush for the first time. “Well, you have to get rid of the milk that’s forming in your breasts somehow, don’t you? I would again recommend breastfeeding.”
I shrugged. “But I told you, I don’t know anyone-”
“It doesn’t have to be someone you know”, he interrupted. “Perhaps it would even be better if it wasn’t someone from your personal life. As long as they can appreciate your breasts, and help you get the milk out, then it’ll be just fine.” He smiled at me sweetly, enticing me with his eyes.
I felt something I hadn’t felt in many years - a heat forming between my legs. Was I really starting to become turned on by this young doctor? I shook my head in resistance; this couldn’t be happening. I was definitely not a cougar, as I learned from observing my friends who frequently picked up younger men at the bar. I wasn’t about to adapt to that lifestyle.
But Doctor Orlando was so sophisticated and gentle for his age. He possessed so many qualities that I hadn’t seen in a young man before. I watched as he again let his eyes wander around my body. It was as if he was mentally undressing me, and I never felt so delicate. I felt valued, I felt appreciated. I felt wanted.
I felt my heart begin to race as Doctor Orlando lifted a hand to my cheek, caressing my face gently. “You really do have a beautiful figure, Miss Edith. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No”, I responded sadly.
“I’ll share with you a valuable secret of mine”, he whispered softly in my ear. “I have learned throughout the past several years of my practice that love is the most powerful medicine I can prescribe.” He leaned down, planting a soft butterfly kiss on my cheek. “No matter the shape, size, age, or experience, each woman deserves to be treated like the beautiful gem that she is. You don’t have anyone in your life that can treat you that way, do you?”
I shook my head rapidly. “I don’t.” A tinge of wetness began to form down in my womanhood. In response, my breasts started softly lactating.
“I’ve learned how to make every one of my patients respond to love”, he continued, “and I’d like to give you that same gift. Will you allow me to adore you in the way you deserve, Miss Edith?”
I had definitely not come here to be shown love, or to be given love advice by a younger man. But suddenly, my body pulsed with heat, and an intense desire sprang up from within me. In such a short time, Doctor Orlando had convinced me of my need to be transformed, of my need to feel like a real woman again. I decided to give into the feeling as I leaned closer to him.
“Yes, show me”, I responded.
Chapter 2
“I’m glad you came to see me today, Miss Edith”, Doctor Orlando cooed. “Your body is so tense, you were long overdue for some well-deserved love.” He slowly ran his hands along my blouse, finding its buttons and popping them open one by one.
I gave a small smile, biting my lip. It felt humiliating at first, giving into a younger man this way, allowing him to see me in all of my vulnerability. I had always lived as a strong, independent woman, with no need - and no time - for silly things like love. Love was too dependent, it would require me to feel like I needed someone. But now, as I lay before Doctor Orlando, my body slowly revealing itself to him, I had to agree that this was long overdue.
I never thought I would experience getting intimate in a public place; but seeing as how this was Doctor Orlando’s own private practice, I wasn’t too nervous about intruders.
The young man rubbed one hand slowly down my exposed chest as the other hand continued down my shirt, undoing my buttons. The last button popped free, and the tightness of my upper body was released. He pulled the sleeves slowly off of my arms, looking in wonder at my bare chest as I stretched out before him. With my tits being so swollen with milk all the time, I wasn’t able to wear a bra. It made them much too sensitive, and in the long run I would just be wasting new material by soiling it with my milk. I decided to go braless instead, only wearing a few layers of shirts. But since I was going to the doctor’s office to talk about my lactation, I didn’t feel the need to protect myself with a multitude of layers. One shirt would serve its purpose just fine - and apparently, that purpose was to lie on the floor.
When the constricting feeling of the blouse was released, my breasts bounced apart, bobbing freely. The heaviness of their containing milk made them hang. They were large and swollen. My huge areolas were stretched. Doctor Orlando’s eyes feasted on them hungrily, as if he had never seen a pair of breasts before.
“Your breasts are breathtakingly beautiful, Miss Edith”, he said spiritedly. He knelt down in front of me, until his head was level with my chest. He looked up at me, grinning sweetly. “May I feel them?”
I responded with a smile. “Alright”, I said timidly. A fiery passion was burning in my loins, but I was still apprehensive. I’d never had a man so fascinated in my breasts before. But they hung in front of his face, aching to be squeezed and milked, so I eagerly let him continue.
He ran his hand along the top of my bosoms, which sloped downward, coming to a point at my nipples. His dainty fingers circled slowly around my enlarged areolas, my every nerve responding to his touch. Goosebumps formed around the areas he caressed, and my nipples grew huge. I perked out by almost an inch, just centimeters away from his face as he watched me grow, his face alight with amazement. His fingers eagerly pinched my hardening nipples, and I let out a small squeak. A shock of both pain and pleasure flooded through me, turning me on even more. He continued toying with my nipples, flicking them, pushing in on them, rubbing around them until they were rock hard. He continued to rub his hands along their swollen form, letting the bottom of my heavy, milk-laden tits rest in the palms of his hand. He wrapped his hands around them as fully as he could, cupping me. Lightly, he began to squeeze, massaging my aching breasts.
I groaned in pleasure. They were so big, and so sensitive, that they ached with desire with each pump of his hands. He squeezed gently at first, stimulating my breasts even further than they had already been stimulated. His squeezes strengthened, and he gripped me more fully. I gasped as he squeezed too tightly, letting a stream of milk erupt from my nipples. I squirted the juice out, some of it landing on his face and neck.
“I’m sorry…” I said in shock.
His smile grew. “Don’t be sorry at all, Miss Edith, that was a beautiful thing.” He was so breathless from the experience that he began to pant. He looked me in the eyes. “I’ll drink your milk, Edith. Let me relieve you of this burden.”
I looked down at him with a new sense of amazement. How could someone who acted so gentle, and looked at me so submissively, still maintain complete dominance and control over me? His eyes were stern as they locked on to mine, and his voice was thick with lust. He wanted to have me, and I would let him take me. He made me feel like his gem, and it was as if the whole world was at my attention. I looked down at my breasts; they were heaving with desire. I longed for him to suck me dry.
“I have to admit”, he began, looking up at me like a puppy dog as he lowered his face to my breasts. “I haven’t been with an older woman quite like yourself, Miss Edith.” His eyes fell to my chest. “But never before have I had such a raging desire to suckle on a mature woman’s teats. This is quite the journey for me as well…” he trailed off as his mouth neared my breasts. I could feel his hot breath on my nipple as he opened his lips. Softly, his wet mouth latched onto my nipple, his lips widening to take in more of me. His warm tongue flicked the tip of my nipple as he began to suck, and immediately my body responded. I could feel the thick milk start to stream out as he sucked with more intensity. His eyes stared forward at my breasts as I began to pump the liquid into him. His hand reached up to my other breast, caressing and massaging it gently to match the pattern of his mouth’s motions.
I threw my head back and closed his eyes as he continued suckling. The wetness of his mouth soothed my dried areolas, and the sounds his suctioned mouth made as he went to work made my body twitch with pleasure and desire.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Doctor Orlando suckled hungrily at my engorged breast, lapping down the milk. I began to emit low moans from the back of my throat. At this point, my underwear was completely soaked with the wetness from my nether regions.
His tongue darted around my areola, stimulating my nipple as his lips sucked me in. The other breast was massaged harder and faster, causing it to spill milk again. Doctor Orlando worked one nipple with his gorgeous mouth, and the other with his strong hand, milking me completely. My liquid splashed out of both tits, spraying freely all over the place. Already I could feel my sore, swollen tits emptying of their milk. I let out a long sigh of satisfaction as he relieved me of my burden.
Doctor Orlando’s sucking began to slow as he drank his fill. Slowly, he released both of my breasts, which still dribbled with milk. He licked his lips, letting out a long, hot breath. His blue eyes stared up at me, and I looked directly down at him, feeling the heat from between my legs rise up inside me.
“Your milk is delicious, Miss Edith”, he whispered. “I’m glad to have been able to give your luscious breasts the love they deserved.”
I nodded. “Thank you, doctor.”
He ran his hands down my stomach, ending at the lining of my skirt. “May I continue loving you?”
I felt my cheeks flush again. “What else can you do to help me?”
“Oh, there are many ways that I can show you my love”, he lectured. “You deserve it all, Miss Edith. Let me demonstrate more of my methods.”
I felt my power of reason diminishing. I felt my own personal needs rising within me as well; I wasn’t opposed to letting him continue. He was offering me things I had never dreamed of receiving before. “Okay, doctor.”
I felt his hands grip the seam of my skirt, pulling it down. I uncrossed my legs, letting him slip the skirt off. He ran his lips up my thigh, kissing it, making me shudder. He eagerly grabbed at my panties - which I admit, weren’t the most attractive pair; I hadn’t expected to be revealing them to anyone - and started pulling those down too. I was nervous and embarrassed to reveal myself to him. He had never seen an older woman’s vagina before - would it look terrible? Was it too hairy? Subconsciously I began to close my legs as my insecurities ran through my mind. Doctor Orlando looked up at me at once, his eyes commanding me to stop. I couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze, and immediately my body bent to his will. I relaxed my muscles again, letting the doctor push my legs apart. My panties fell to the floor, and I felt wide open, all of me displayed in front of him for inspection. He had been so
bent on loving me, that I let my fears of imperfection melt away.
He gasped in awe as he gazed upon my womanhood, running a hand lightly over my mound. I shuddered.
“Is it really that bad?” I joked.
He shook his head slowly. “Not at all, Miss Edith. It’s absolutely stunning.”
I blushed, his words making me wetter. He continued to stare at it, his eyes fixated on my every little detail.
“Your milk tasted so rich, and so sweet, that I’m dying to know what the rest of you tastes like”, he began. “I’m so grateful that you chose my office today, Miss Edith; if you hadn’t, I would never have gotten the chance to drink from your fountain.” He licked his lips as he watched a stream of wetness ooze out of me. I moaned in anticipation, my chest heaving with quickened breaths.
I had never had a man perform oral sex on me before. While I had originally thought of it as dirty and unhealthy, my younger friends implored me to try it out. Perhaps that’s why my older acquaintances had turned to the cougar lifestyle. From what I could see from Doctor Orlando’s actions, the young men were so eager to please. If he was this ecstatic to taste an older woman, than perhaps I would consider sparing him another visit.
But I had to wonder, what was in it for him? All of this love and attention he was giving me - surely he wanted something in return.
Chapter 3
His tongue was soft like satin as it ran through my pussy. First, he licked the outside, tracing my hidden clitoris and my gaping hole, gathering up my growing wetness. He moaned when he first tasted it, eagerly stretching his tongue out for more. Soon, he plunged his tongue within the folds of my puckered lips, rubbing it along all of my most sensitive areas. His hot breath on my exposure as he indulged in my sweetness sent jolts of pleasure through my already searing body. I could hear him breathing heavily as his tongue explored deeper into me, relishing in my taste, making me wet. He pressed his lips into my pussy, making love to me with his mouth. He flicked my clit with his tongue, circling desperately around it in fast motions, causing a deep pressure to build up inside of me. He stroked it over and over, moaning as he did so.
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