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Chapter Three: Lactation

Chapter Three: LactationShe tries fervently to ignore how good it feels to have the man's warm hands against her skin, rubbing gentle, soothing circles around her breasts without touching her n*****s. His skin is so dark compared to her creamy pale tone. She can't help but be mesmerized by how slowly he's massaging her breast, his long, slightly calloused fingertips rubbing soothing circles around her mounds and sending electric pinpricks of pleasure down her spine every time he flicks his fingers over her sensitive n*****s.

"Are you feeling alright, my dear? he asks, his fingers still working expertly on her breasts.

She's relaxed in his arms, her eyes closed and almost asleep already. The nurses that milk her are usually professional and prompt about it, pinching her by her n*****s and kneading the milk from her breasts without so much touching involved. "I'm fine," she whispers tiredly, leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder.

When his fingers close together, pinching her n*****s between his forefingers and thumbs, she has to bite the inside of her mouth to keep from moaning, but the sound escapes her throat nevertheless. She whines when he stops and releases her n*****s.

"You're doing it wrong," she whimpers, her voice a shrill pitch that she can't control.

"Hmm?" he hums, and then closes his fingers over her breasts again, but cupping both breasts without actually closing over her n*****s. "What am I doing wrong, baby?" he asks.

"You have to pinch lower," she manages to say, gasping and blushing brightly when he does exactly that. She makes an undignified squeak as well. The mixture of pain and pleasure that lances through her spine is almost unbearable. Her nails dig into the palms of her hands, leaving half-crescent moons in their wake.

A spray of milk spurts across the dining table, splattering the empty plate and over the cheese with white.

"Oh! I'm- I'm so sorry!" she cries out in mortification. The scent of creamy, rich milk is suddenly overwhelming in the air. She licks her upper lip as a bright blush colors her entire face and her chest soft pink. She is completely naked. She should be feeling cold. Instead, she feels as though she is on fire. Her hands close over her face, too embarrassed to see his reaction. Would he be angry? It's such a waste. She should have warned him what would happen.

"It's fine," he chuckles and manages to retrieve a napkin from his inner pocket. After a moment's thought, he places the napkin on the table and licks across his palm instead, tasting the milk there. Then, his fingers are back on her n*****s, pinching the sensitive nubs and rolling them lightly, eliciting another spurt of milk onto the table, aiming the trajectory of the milk so that it's spilled directly into the empty glasses.

She can't stop the moan of bliss from the relieve of having her breasts milked. She leans her head back to rest against his chest as he thumbs her fleshy pink n*****s, turning her breathless gasps into soft moans.

"That’s better isn't it?" he asks and she arches into his hand, trying to bring herself closer to the source of her pleasure. His palms press against the sides of her breasts, holding her firmly in place as he milks her, bringing both glasses just in front of them on the table and adjusting their positions so that her breasts are poised directly by the glasses. "Still alright?" he asks, careful to keep from pinching too tightly as he starts the motion of massaging and squeezing her breasts for milk.

"Yeah," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. Her lips part slightly, her expression fully blissed out as she rocks her hips back into the hardness pressing between her cheeks. He's hard for her. She can smell the musky arousal coming from him and it's doing all sorts of things to her body. She keens and rolls her hips back again and again, as though trying to ride his c**k without having him inside her.

"Hold still, baby..." he hums with a deep, possessive rumble that makes her body twitch. She shudders as he kneads her breasts, massaging the soft mounds and pinching just beneath her perky n*****s to coax milk out of her glands and into the glasses. Both glasses are a quarter filled already.

She's done this a million times before on her own and she's never minded having an audience or a nurse help her with getting her milk pumped but having him do it is a lot more intimate.

It doesn't take more than ten minutes before he's filled both glasses until they're half full and she's mostly dry, the strain on her breasts greatly relieved from being milked so thoroughly. She pants as she lays back against his chest, feeling boneless and relaxed.

She wonders if he's going to make love to her now that she's half dazed from pleasure. She's surprised when he asks if she wants to drink the milk instead.

Stunned, she blushes and nods. He sounds so reasonable and calm that she can't help but feel a little lacking... except his c**k is rock hard and prodding her ass so she knows he desires her as much as she wants him.

Her fingers tremble a little as she reaches for her glass. It feels taboo, somehow, to be drinking this. She tightens her grip, fearful that she would drop the glass and shatter it on the floor, or worse, spill the precious milk everywhere.

The first taste of milk on her tongue is an explosion of sweetness that she doesn't expect at all. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan as she tips the glass and takes more of the creamy, slightly cool liquid in her mouth.

"It's good, isn't it?" he asks when she is finally finished with her glass, tilting her head back to capture every last drop on her tongue.

She blushes brightly when she sees him still savoring his own glass, drinking in small sips instead of the large gulps like hers. She nods. "It's good," she says softly. "I've never- I've never tried it before," she repeats shyly, not daring to look up. She can feel every swallow he takes by the way his chest moves behind her and staunchly ignores how good and warm he feels around her naked body.

She picks up her dress and tries not to faint from embarrassment as she feels his eyes on him all the way to the bathroom.