Creamy Goodness 2

Milking Polly-2

“Oh f**k, oh f**k, oh f**k,” Polly chanted cursing. She had c*m right after he finished. That was the way she liked to c*m, her p***y full of his manhood and semen. When he pulled out she shivered with the loss.

“Good for you?” Ben asked.

“Uh-huh,” Polly managed to vocalize. The intensity of her orgasm wasn’t very high on the scale. Many times before she had c*m harder to the point where she had scared herself. This time was different. It was a long orgasm that seemed to keep reverberating from her c**t to her n*****s and back.

“Want to do it again?” he asked.

Polly nodded in the darkness. She knew he couldn’t see her but she couldn’t make herself say any words. She wanted to f**k again, right that moment, but she knew he had spent himself and it would take at the very least a half hour for him to get it up again.

Still shaking she curled up into a fetal position and Ben spooned her, wrapping both his arms around her and pressing his chest to her back. She knew they were going to fall asleep that way even if she wanted to have s*x one more time. His breathing slowed and steadied, indicating to her that he had already passed out.

Without letting his arms go free, she put her hand between her legs and felt Ben’s leavings seeping out of her p***y. It was so easy to rub her c**t slowly and gently. It was the opposite of the s*x they had just had. It was exactly what she needed at the moment. Polly continued to rub her c**t, occasionally slipping her fingers up into her p***y, feeling his c*m coat her skin, until her body shook one more time with the pleasant release of orgasm.

Chapter Two

She didn’t expect to be woken up by Ben’s lips on her breast, but that was the way it happened. “What are you doing?” she mumbled as sleep slowly receded from her foggy brain.

“Nursing,” he said quickly being sucks of her small n****e.

It felt good—she had to admit that—and it was a pleasant way to wake up, but it was a strange one as well. “I can see that, but do you have to do it now?” She was partly annoyed at being woken up from a pleasant rest and partly aroused because his lips, tongue, and teeth knew exactly what to do to make her p***y wet. Or was it still wet from the night before? She couldn’t really tell. Light was starting to stream through the windows, so it was morning…

“Yes.”

“Why?” she asked, only partly exasperated at this point. She felt her libido rising and her p***y moistening. She wasn’t sure if they would have time for a quick f**k or not before having to leave for work.

“Stimulating your breasts.”

It took her a moment to process the information. “Are you really serious about last night?” she asked in a quiet voice. She couldn’t believe she had revealed to him that she wanted to have s*x with other men—and worse she couldn’t believe that she had somewhat willingly gone along with his request to try to make her breasts lactate.

“Yes.” He looked up at her from his position attached to her tit. “Aren’t you?”

She said nothing and ran her fingers through his tangled hair. He wore it longer than was currently stylish. That was one of the many things about Ben she loved, his complete indifference to what everyone else thought. He did what made him happy. “Umm,” she vocalized as he released her right n****e and smoothly moved over to the left.

“Aren’t you?” he repeated as he moved.

“Is it really okay with you if I have s*x with other guys?” she asked as muddled fantasies swirled around in her brain.

“If I can watch,” he said, repeating his answer from the previous night. “And if I can make you lactate.”

“Okay,” she sighed as his fingers dipped between her legs and played with her p***y. He continued to suck on her breast while he m*********d her p***y. To Polly’s annoyance she could just feel the stubble of her pubic hair growing back. In the back of her mind she wished she wasn’t such a baby and was willing to undergo a full waxing, to get rid of her hair for a whole month at a time, but that wasn’t going to happen. She was too afraid of the pain.

The little orgasm took her by surprise. She was having trouble distinguishing between the waves of pleasure between her p***y and her tit when it hit. The ragged breaths she took as the orgasm blossomed made her chest shake. Ben hardly seemed to notice. After she was done cumming apparently he had decided he had nursed enough and released her tit. This was much to Polly’s relief—until he clambered on top of her, slipping his c**k into her wet p***y. Already she was exhausted and the day had barely stated.

“Make it quick,” she whispered in his ear as he started thrusting his c**k rapidly in and out of her p***y.

“I won’t last,” he promised. It was true. This morning if his c**k stayed in her p***y a full minute it would have been stretching the truth. It felt nice for her p***y to once again be flooded by his seed, but she couldn’t help but let her head flop to the side and look at the alarm clock. “s**t. We’re going to be late!”

With that unromantic note, she pushed him off her body and dashed for the shower. Ben didn’t mind. He had already gotten what he wanted that morning.

At her job Polly took some time on the internet to search out a new s*x partner. She had a few to choose from—friends on f*******:, one cute new hire at her office, and of course a complete stranger she could hook up with on any one of a number of web sites. Up until this point her desire to have s*x with another man besides Ben was pure fantasy—when faced with the reality of the moment, she discovered that it was a lot more complicated than she initially envisioned.

Before she knew it Polly had wasted half the afternoon creating a set of profiles on two dating sites. Both were largely truthful and she was fairly sure she was going into the process with open eyes. Ten minutes before the end of the day she made the mistake of checking the disposable email account she had created for the profiles and discovered it was jammed with dozens of responses.

They were all disappointments. After seeing more than her fair share of unsolicited d**k pictures she turned off her computer and went home depressed. Ben was waiting for her there, she consoled herself.

Unfortunately this was the new, milk obsessed Ben, not the old Ben who loved her just for being Polly. This was the new Ben who loved her just for being Polly…and for being the woman who would supposedly supply him with a steady stream of breast milk like in his dreams.

She hadn’t walked through the door and taken two steps before he ran up to her, kissed her, and gave her a hug. “How was your day?”

“Exhausting,” she complained.

“Come lay down on the bed and tell me about it.”

Ben wasn’t being the attentive and helpful boyfriend. He was drawing her into his lair. The moment she laid down next to him on the bed for a few minutes quiet rest before contemplating making dinner, he started unbuttoning her shirt.

“Don’t,” she said firmly. “I’m not in the mood.”

“You want to break our agreement?” he asked, disappointed.

“What?”

“You sound like you want to break our agreement.”

She put her hand over her face and thought about it for the moment. “You want to nurse on me and have s*x,” she said. “I’m not in the mood for s*x right now.”

“We don’t have to have s*x,” he told her. “I’ll just stimulate your breasts. When we’re done, you can tell me if you want to have sex.”

“And I get nothing out of this…”

Ben was offended. “You get a lot out of this. You get s****l enjoyment, you get laid, and you get to have s*x with whatever guy you want. Pending my approval.”

“Uh-huh. I just spend half the day trying to find a guy to f**k and you don’t even want to hear about the depressing set of replies I got.”

“d**k pics?”

“d**k pics. Lots of d**k pics. And terrible grammar and spelling.”

Ben finished unbuttoning Polly’s shirt and pushed it open to reveal her lacy bra. Because her bras were mostly ornamental Polly usually opted to wear lingerie that was fancy rather than practical. Today’s choice was plain white that was mostly insubstantial lace. Her pink n*****s were easily visible through the gauzy material and Ben paused to admire her tiny t**s. “You have beautiful breasts,” he told her.

“You really want to go through with this?” she asked.

“Hell yes,” he answered and lightly kissed her mound of flesh through the lace. “Were you telling me a lie last night when you said you wanted to f**k another guy?”

“No.”

He ran his finger under the edge of the bra’s lace, feeling the contrast between her skin and the material. “Did you have a guy in mind?”

“Again, no.”

Ben nodded as his fingers reached the clasp in the front of the bra. He liked that Polly wore front closure bras. It made access to her t**s that much easier. Using just two fingers he skillfully unclasped the bra and let it shrink back ever so slightly. He lowered his head and kissed her sternum. “I might be able to help you with that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He brushed back the two cups to her bra, exposing her puckered little n*****s. Grasping one between finger and thumb, he put his mouth over the other and gently sucked it into his mouth. Despite herself, despite the situation, Polly sighed. What he was doing to her felt incredibly good. She tried not to think about his motivation for doing it to her.

“How?”

There was a poignant pause before he answered as Ben rolling her n****e between his teeth and tongue. “I know a few guys who have admired you more than once. They’ve even offered to take you off my hands if you ever became too much to handle.”

“Uh…no. I don’t want to f**k any of your weird friends.”

He looked up at her a moment. “Okay. Your loss. You can find a guy on your own then.”

“That’ll be fine,” she said softly and pulled his head back to her breast. “Just make me feel good for a few minutes, okay?”

She couldn’t believe she was saying the words, but somehow his sucking on her t**s had made her feel incredibly relaxed…and a little turned on as well. Ben did as she asked. He didn’t even move his hand down to her p***y.

She did. Somewhat to her shame. Naturally Ben did nothing to slow or discourage her. He just watched as her hand slipped into her pants. Polly was skinny enough that putting her hand down her pants wasn’t a problem. Ben wanted to open up her zipper and watch her fingers busy in the folds of her p***y, but he didn’t want to push his luck. As he nursed from her breasts he simply kept his head and body out of the way so Polly could masturbate in peace. His sucking got stronger and she started writhing around on the bed, her hips moving of their own accord as if trying to escape her hand. “Oh f**k, oh s**t,” she cursed as she made herself c*m.

Through the entire process Ben never stopped sucking on her t**s. When she was done Polly’s eyes opened up. She had extra energy. She didn’t like the way he was grinning up at her while still holding her tit in his mouth. “What?”