Milked in London, Volumes One Through Four

by Alex Carlsbad

  Contents

  Copyright

  Pretty Woman in London

  Help in Need

  First Milking is the Most Painful

  The Salve

  Call to be Serviced

  Milked Again

  First Tastings

  First Class

  Mr. Cavendish

  Engorged and Swaying

  Mr. Inoukue

  Mr. Billionaire

  Mr. Passion

  Mr. Dominant

  Copyright @ 2015 Alex Carlsbad All rights reserved.

  No part of this text may be reproduced, in part or in full, without express written consent from the author, except by a reviewer who may quote short passages in a review. All characters depicted are above the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of violence, sexual or otherwise.

  Adult Reading Material

  The material contained within this book is for mature audiences only. It contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and above. This book does not portray sexual intercourse between blood relatives.

  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  Pretty Woman in London

  They were watching Pretty Woman for the umpteenth time and eating ice cream.

  "Stop giggling, will you! Sheesh," Ben poked her playfully in the shoulder. But then started laughing himself. They both knew where that was going. Every single time they watched the silly Julia Roberts and Richard Gere movie, they both inevitably ended up making love with lustful abandon. Somehow it had become their own personal Pavlovian reflex.

  Thankfully their three-month-old baby daughter in the room next door was sound asleep. The credits had barely started rolling when Ben took away Jennifer's cup of ice cream unceremoniously pulling it out of her hands and placing it on the table nearby.

  "Hey! I was eating that," exclaimed Jennifer.

  "I know but I think it's time you ate something else," laughed Ben as he pushed her lower onto the floor and climbed up her torso where they were sitting right there on the carpeted floor and opened his fly. They were still fully dressed in their work clothes and Jennifer giggled as she tried to straighten out her shirt that got crumpled up as he scooted towards her face.

  "Oh you think so young mister? You ain't the boss of me," she laughed as she put her hand through his fly and slowly started stroking his already tumescent cock.

  She didn't wait for his reply but lifted her head forward and took his bulbous prick in her mouth gently placing her tongue below it so that he could easily access the back of her throat. Experience had both taught them that they both enjoyed the inevitable gagging that was sure to ensue.

  "Try not to be too loud, sweetie," Ben said arching his back in ecstasy. "We don't want to wake her up. Argh…"

  They both lost themselves in the heightened sensations as she sucked him off. Slurping sounds filled the room and the young couple lost themselves in the familiar abandon to which they had so gotten accustomed during the last couple of years since they got married.

  They had met during her senior year at Harvard. It had been the proverbial love at first sight. They had made love that first day and less than two months later Ben had proposed. A union made in paradise, was what the priest at their simple wedding ceremony had called it. Ben had been appointed to lead an important division at one of the banks in downtown London and so naturally Jennifer flew off to join him there.

  That had all been almost two years ago. Recently their little family had grown and much to their delight the two young parents kept feeling the need to pinch themselves to make sure they were not lost in a beautiful dream.

  That was when the financial crash happened. Within the space of a week the stock market lost more than half its value wiping out many of the smaller firms in the financial district. And it kept falling. Soon Ben was out of a job and a company to pay him benefits. For the last couple of months they had been living off of their savings that where fast evaporating. Gone were the romantic dinners at posh restaurants and the trips the expensive galleries. Jennifer and Ben hunkered down hoping that their luck would soon turn.

  Most nights they stuck to their little tradition of watching silly romantic flicks and took solace in each other's affection during the lovemaking triathlons that would frequently follow.

  Jennifer felt her excitement build as wetness bloomed across her pussy. She sensed Ben's spasms start at the base of his cock as she suckled lovingly on it.

  Suddenly the lights went out and the TV flickered off plunging the apartment into impenetrable darkness. They both froze in place. Ben pulled himself out of Jennifer's warm lips and they cuddled waiting for the power to come back on. Finally they decided that it looked like it wasn't going to come back on and so they started scrambling in the darkness searching for a flashlight or cell phone they could use.

  "Did we pay the electric?" Jennifer asked turning on her phone and using the light of its screen to pick up and straighten out the mess they had made in the living room.

  "Shit! I thought it was on auto-debit. I thought they deducted it already," Ben sat on the couch shaking his head miserably.

  "Oh no," whispered Jennifer panic seeping into her voice. "It's no longer on auto-debit because the check bounced last month. Don't you remember? I told you, they want us to drop by and pay the bill at the local office every month in cash now. Shit, shit, shit. That means the power is probably not coming back on until we pay it!" Ben stood and hugged his wife trying to console her desperate worries.

  "It will be okay, I'll pay it in the morning."

  "How are you going to pay it? With what? Our account is cleaned out. The last money we have is the cash in the drawer for groceries for Melody," cried Jennifer and broke down in sobs. "We have no more left even for a ticket to send her back to stay with my mom in Massachusetts. What are we going to do? It's the freaking winter here, we'll freeze to death – –"

  Ben felt a seething rage seep into his belly. Why was life treating him that way? What had he done wrong? Here he was, unable to provide even the barest off necessities for his young wife and infant child. He squeezed his fists desperately trying to stop himself from falling into one of those rages that he so vividly remembered from his childhood with his parents.

  He faintly heard her say something to herself.

  "What did you say?" He asked.

  "Nothing." She replied in a weak voice.

  "Did I hear you say what I thought you said?" His voice was getting louder by the minute, "that I STILL have no job! So it's all my fault huh? What do you want me to do?"

  "Please don't scream," Jennifer pleaded with him, "you'll wake the baby."

  "Oh I'll scream if I want to. It's my house, I can do as I wish. Fuck it! I’ll just go look for a job now! Maybe somebody will offer me an odd job so I can pay the heat tomorrow!"

  "Please, Ben, it's two in the morning. Where are you going?" Jennifer stood and tried to stop him but he was already out the door slamming it shut with a house-rattling bang. Ben was gone and Jennifer tumbled back onto the couch this time convulsing with sobs that she did all she could to keep silent lest she woke the baby in the room next door.

  A gentle knock at the door made her finally collect herself and walk over to open it. It had to be Ben coming back to apologize for his silly outburst. She opened it wide and was about to move aside so he could walk in when she froze petrified. The man standing there was not Ben but Mr. Costas, the neighbor from across the hall. The man appeared at least as shocked as she was and they both stared for a flustered second at each other their mou
ths agape in surprise.

  Jennifer was the first to come out of it and following Mr. Costas's bewildered expression noticed him staring at the wetness across the T-shirt she had on.

  Help in Need

  She hadn't been wearing a bra tonight and one of the side effects of lovemaking while also having an infant that nursed was that frequently her boobs leaked. A wetness had spread all across her chest and for a stultifying couple of seconds Jennifer realized there was no way to pretend it wasn't milk. The white liquid had seeped through the cloth leaving little white spots on the black material of her T-shirt. Much to her consternation she noticed Mr. Costas instinctively lick his lips before finally getting himself under control.

  "I –, I'm sorry, it's just that I heard loud noises and I wanted to make sure everything is okay," the big black man stammered apologetically. She would have been amused had it not been for the late hour and unpleasant prequel to the awkward situation. The man appeared genuinely embarrassed and well-meaning. He was dressed in an expensive suit and Jennifer assumed he had to have been on his way back home from some late-night job. She tried her best to hide her wetness and crossed her arms in front.

  The least she could do was be nice to the polite middle-aged neighbor and apologize for their obnoxious and loud behavior with Ben.

  "No, no problem," Jennifer said, "I'm sorry for the loudness. We had an argument with Ben but nothing serious. It's all okay." Jennifer smiled when she saw the man visibly relax at her words. It was as if he wanted to add something to what he had already said but was at a loss for the right expression.

  "I guess one of us forgot to pay the electricity and one thing led to another. I hope we didn't wake you up," she smiled. She wondered why was it that she was sharing personal information with the man from down the hall. They barely knew him. During the last couple of years Ben and Jennifer had not seen the tall black man more than four times total. He seemed to keep odd hours and even though always busy and courteous, never lingered to chitchat.

  That was why it felt so strange when she felt him gently take her by the arm.

  "Are you and your husband struggling, Ms. Jennifer? Times are hard for everybody," the man asked looking down at her petite frame. His large brown eyes and caring voice exuded deep concern and compassion and Jennifer felt a need to share, "It's been a rough couple of months for us, yes. I'm sorry to say, we might not be able to live here much longer," she found her voice grew husky with apprehension.

  "Why? What happened?" The man appeared genuinely concerned, "You guys were doing well it seems to me," the man said and placed his big hand on her shoulder that he then gently squeezed.

  "We were doing fine until Ben got laid off from his company as a result of the financial crash," Jennifer explained.

  "Oh my gosh," Mr. Costas said.

  Jennifer noticed that his eyes strayed again to her boobs and with embarrassment she realized she was leaking again. Melody would be waking up soon anyhow and it was time to feed her.

  The tall black man licked his lips this time not making any effort to hide his leer.

  "Perhaps I can help,” he said.

  She couldn't believe it when she heard herself ask, “How?"

  The tall black man again licked his lips that this time did not make any effort to hide his obvious appreciation of her womanly charms.

  What he did next felt natural somehow and Jennifer did not question her quiet submissiveness until many hours later. She felt him take her chin in the palm of his big hand and bring her face up to meet his eyes. Jennifer realized she even subconsciously parted her lips as if readying herself to be kissed by the big stranger. However he didn't do anything of the sort but merely lingered staring into her eyes for what felt like ages as if trying to acertain something.

  "As it happens, I am a businessman as well. What I do, I don't know how to put it," the man was clearly uncomfortable and searching for words, “Let me just say that not everybody considers my line of work exactly gainful employment. But the money is good. My business has sort of expanded recently perhaps as a result of the financial crisis. It seems like a lot of people are attempting desperate solutions to their economic problems."

  "And you are able to help them?" Jennifer asked again, this time curiosity getting the better best of her, "how?"

  Mr. Costas squared his shoulders and looked at her clearly having made up his mind to be frank, "I am the owner of a certain number of websites that sell a product that many people abroad appear to need.”

  He let go of her face and lifted his arms in a placating fashion, “Oh no, no, nothing like that, Ms. Jennifer. I can see by the expression on your face that you assume something that I promise you is not correct in regard to what my websites offer." He chuckled. "Nothing profane, if that is what you're thinking," he actually winked at her and she blushed violently at the obvious transparency of her thoughts.

  "We sell milk," he said.

  "Milk?" Jennifer simply repeated not quite understanding what he meant.

  "Yes, milk. We export it to Third World countries for the most part. People there are apparently quite ready to pay good money for it," Mr. Costas explained.

  As he spoke Jennifer suddenly became aware of his hands now gently holding her by the waist. But somehow,, she didn't feel threatened in the least. It was as if he was merely being polite in that quaint way that foreigners sometimes adopted. Again, she surprised herself by not doing anything about it. There was something about the big black man and his deep voice that exuded a certain soothing charm and she found herself craving it wildly. Jennifer feel that she desperately needed some sort of emotional harbor and this man, and his soothing demeanor felt like salve to her tortured soul. Instead of brushing his hands away, the young twenty-three year-old moved a tiny fraction of an inch closer to him looking up into his big brown eyes.

  "Milk?" Jennifer repeated almost mechanically, "but how? I thought Great Britain imported most agricultural products. Not the other way around."

  A broad smile crossed the man's beautiful dark lips. "The milk we sell does not come from cows or animals," he said simply. He didn't elaborate but just stood there patiently allowing her to put it all together for herself.

  "How then –" she started asking but interrupted herself when she realized what he was really talking about.

  He was dealing human milk!

  That explained so much about his hungry stare just moments ago when he had noticed her leaky boobs. Again, Jennifer heard the frantic voice of caution whisper in her mind that it was time to run away, close the door and leave that man and his shady enterprise. But she simply stood there and looked at him as her eyes grew bigger by the second as she gleaned the nature of his proposal.

  "Oh –" Jennifer was at a loss for words.

  She simply stood there and meekly nodded at the man who silently looked down at her. She thought she saw a deep chagrin in his eyes. It was as if he already knew what she would decide without even having had to make her a verbal offer. It looked as if he was feeling sorry for her!

  Finally, he broke off their proximity and took a step back. He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and fished out a beautifully engraved business card that he then gently placed the palm of her hand.

  "This is my website and my number," he said. "Just in case you want to check it out. The pay is okay. At least it will help you put some food on the table and pay your bills." And then, just like that, Mr. Costas turned on his heels and walked away.

  That night Jennifer barely got any rest. Between worrying about the rapidly plummeting temperatures in the apartment, feeding Melody and waiting on Ben who showed up for a quick bite at breakfast and then silently skulked away again, Jennifer was a nervous wreck by the time noon rolled by. Melody was fast asleep with that untroubled innocence so characteristic of babies and Jennifer found herself casting dark glances at the virtually empty fridge in their kitchen wondering how long it would be before they would be out of food as well as money.

>   She looked down at the table by her side and saw the business card that Mr. Costas had given her. Her thoughts alternated in rapid succession between panic and a calm sense of hope. His proposal couldn't possibly entail anything that bad, she thought. It was true that she did not know the man, but he seemed nice and now that she thought about it, Jennifer remembered that she had seen him with a wife and a couple of children walking over to the mosque down the street. Mr. Costas obviously was just another man trying to make ends meet. So what if this required some rather exotic means? Times were desperate and desperate times called for desperate measures. Isn't that what people said?

  Jennifer took her cell phone and afraid that she might lose her nerve, quickly dialed the number from the business card.

  "Yes?" Came the man's voice that she immediately recognized by the deepness and calm resolve it exuded even across the wireless ether.

  "It is me, Jennifer, your neighbor," she said awkwardly.

  He interrupted her almost immediately, "Come to my place in one hour exact,” the voice instructed.

  Jennifer found herself caught off balance by the immediacy of his request.

  "Ms. Jennifer? Are you still there?"

  "Yes, I am," she whispered.

  "Is there a problem?" The man asked gently.

  "No," Jennifer replied. "I guess no."

  "I'll see you soon, then," he said and the line went dead.

  First Milking is the Most Painful

  At 1 PM sharp Jennifer took her baby and they both walked down the hall to the apartment next door. She was just about to knock when the door opened and Mr. Costas stood to greet her. He was dressed formally in a business attire that looked immaculate and crisp to a fault.

  "It's nice to see you, Ms. Jennifer. Please come in.”

  The moment she stepped in, Jennifer immediately knew that the man had considerable means at his disposal. The furniture and exquisite paintings on the wall spoke volumes for his taste as well as for his ability to provide for his family.