Creamy Goodness 2

Milking Polly-4

She was pleased that it only took Jonathan five minutes to reply. Was he playing around on his email or profile during his lunch hour as well?

Sure! I’d love to meet you. Your profile doesn’t have a pic. Can I get one before we meet?

Polly considered her options and replied.

I work downtown. Can you meet during lunch sometime this week?

She didn’t bother reply to his request for a picture. She wanted to be mysterious and knowing that he worked in her office, a picture was premature.

Sure. Tomorrow? Where?

She was glad he didn’t push the picture issue.

Tomorrow is good. Is Madeline’s far from your office?

It was. After exchanging phone numbers to make the meet up easier Polly went home all but floating on a cloud.

She didn’t tell Ben about her success. She barely could believe it herself. Was it a sin to hide her secret rendezvous from her boyfriend even if he had given her permission to have s*x with another man? She didn’t care. She wanted to keep the secret for a couple of days at least.

“Your t**s are hard tonight,” Ben commented during a quick rest between sucking her breasts.

“Sorry, they change firmness depending on where I am in my cycle,” she commented. She wasn’t really thinking about Ben’s kink at the moment. She was thinking about her date tomorrow for lunch.

“I like it,” he said. “Makes me think they’re getting ready to give up a little milk.”

“How would you know?” she asked absently. “Will the taste be that strong you’ll just know? Will it squirt out like a hose?”

He pulled back and furrowed his brow. “Huh. I don’t know. Maybe we should squeeze your t**s a bit to find out what’s going on exactly.” He grabbed her left breast, the one he hadn’t nursed from yet, between his hands and ungently massaged it.

“Hey! f**k! Cut it out! That hurts!”

“Holy shit.” The words were spoken softly by Ben.

They both watched in awed silence as a pair of translucent drops formed on the tip of her tiny n*****s and quickly rolled down the gentle slope of her breast. He couldn’t help himself; Ben leaned forward and licked the little beads as they journeyed down her skin.

“What does it taste like?” she asked.

“Kind of sweet,” he said after a minute. “There’s not that much there to actually taste. Very sweet and kind of fruity too.” He licked his lips; his eyes were unfocused, staring into the distance.

Ben’s hands had released her breast and Polly grabbed herself and squeezed again, this time more gently and effectively than Ben had. Several little pearly beads popped up out of her n****e and coalesced together. This time Ben didn’t wait for it to slide down her breast. He licked it directly from the n****e and then latched on to her erect pink nub and sucked.

Polly’s eyes rolled up at the pleasure he was giving her. She wanted to shove her hand between her legs but that wasn’t necessary. What he was doing to her tit was more than good enough. “Oh f**k that’s good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“You taste wonderful,” he murmured to her.

“Keep going,” she begged.

As he nursed on her together they slowly removed her clothes and his. It was initially a bit awkward aligning their bodies and slipping his c**k into her p***y without breaking the latch to her tit, but they managed to get his c**k into her cunt.

“This was the best idea ever,” she told him. “We should have done it years ago.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he agreed from her breast. His back was arched and his head was ducked down to hold onto her tiny tit, but it was worth it. It was all worth it.

Even after he came and she joined him a moment later, she renewed her resolution not to tell Ben about her impending date.

Chapter Three

When Jonathan walked into Madeline’s he took one, then two slow surveys of the dining area and pulled out his cell phone. Polly slowly stirred her coffee and watched him. If he recognized her he hadn’t given any indication when he walked in. She felt her cell phone vibrate in her jacket pocket and reached inside, immediately silencing it.

Jonathan’s mouth twisted into a unhappy moue as he stared at his phone. Polly couldn’t help smiling and waited patiently for him to look up. She managed to catch his eye and wave him over. This time he recognized her. His brow furrowed and he slowly made his way over to her table.

“Hi,” she said brightly. “Do you come here for lunch often?”

They had chatted a few times in person before their email exchange and she had flirted shamelessly each time, which according to every other single woman in the office was the same thing they did when speaking to young, sexy Jonathan. He was certainly used to it.

“Um. No. Never before. I’m actually supposed to be meeting someone here.” He couldn’t look her in the eye and anxiously held his cell phone while they talked.

“Why don’t you sit down with me for a minute? Maybe he’s just running behind a little. Give him a call.”

Jonathan nodded and started tapping the phone again. “She actually. It’s supposed to be a casual lunch date,” he said taking a seat. She pulled her own phone from her jacket pocket and placed it on the table.

He still didn’t look at her when the phone started vibrating. It shook once, twice, three times, and then once more before she reached out and stabbed the ignore button.

One more time Jonathan’s face soured. “I got ignored again,” he groused.

“Try again,” Polly insisted. “Sometimes I hit the wrong button by accident.”

“Right,” he agreed and dialed once more.

This time she let her phone vibrate repeatedly until it went to voicemail. He listened to the message and his eyes lit up in surprise when he realized his date was already sitting across from him.

“What--?”

“It’s just coincidence,” she said. “I found your profile while hunting for the perfect casual s*x date,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel. “What are the chances of that?”

“I don’t know…”

“So, this is our getting to know you date,” she told him with mock seriousness. “You have until the end of the lunch hour to convince me you are worthy of getting into my pants.”

“Aren’t you married?” he asked, still puzzled.

“No. But I do have a boyfriend I’ve been with for…seven years now. I’m looking for a little something on the side.”

“Really?”

Her smile was a little too broad. “Really.” Her stomach was a tight sinking pit of anxiety. “Buy my boyfriend knows and approves. So come on, convince me I should f**k you.” She wrapped her hands around her coffee cup and raised it to her smiling lips.

Their rapid breathing quickly synched as he roughly grasped her hips and slammed into her again and again. Polly could barely support her weight with her arms as she stared at the wall in front of her. Jonathan’s apartment was generic nice. She quickly got the impression he rented a furnished apartment because he didn’t have much of his own stuff. That was okay. His c**k was nicely filling her p***y and the way he held her and used her body was perfect. He f****d completely differently than Ben. That was what she wanted. Two lovers who f****d the same way wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted a variety of lovers, all skilled, but with a different set of tools. This was perfect.

He bent forward and planted his hands next to hers. He didn’t let his weight fall on her back. She wasn’t nearly strong enough to support his big frame. She arched her back and felt his chest against her skin. He lifted up one hand and pushed it under her camisole, the one piece of clothing she had left on. They were so eager to get into bed neither hand fully undressed; Jonathan still had his shirt on. It was unbuttoned, but they hadn’t bothered to remove it.

She tensed up as his hand approached her tit. She wanted to feel his fingers grasping her hard n*****s. She didn’t want them to leak at this moment. Her breasts felt hard and full and she didn’t want him freaked out by breast milk dribbling out. She was an hour past the usual time when Ben would nurse her.

“Oh f**k oh f**k oh f**k,” she cursed as she started cumming. Her p***y clamped down on his c**k and she felt spurts of his c*m inside her.

“You made me c*m,” he told her.

“You made me c*m,” she insisted as she collapsed to the bed. She glanced at the clock and wondered how much time she had before she needed to rush home to Ben to tell him everything and have him nurse her. She couldn’t have Jonathan nurse her now. Not the first time they f****d. That would be too weird…too intimate.

“Are you in a hurry?” Jonathan asked, catching her glance at the clock.

“Not really…sort of,” she admitted. “My boyfriend is expecting me before it gets too late.”

“You should probably go home to him,” he said. “You shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“Really? Don’t you want to f**k me again.” She wanted to f**k one more time before she left.

Jonathan said, “I’d love to f**k you again, but sometimes it’s better to leave a little desire for the next time.”

As much as she wanted Jonathan’s c**k one more time, she knew he was speaking reasonably. Still, it was a struggle to get back in her clothes and leave his corporate apartment.

Upon arriving home Ben jumped up off the couch the moment she walked in. “Where have you been?” he asked her, concern plastered on his face.

Instead of reply with words, she merely grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. His arms went around her body and he hugged her to him. For her part, Polly was still horny and she realized a moment after seeing Ben that her milk had let down. A steady leak erupted from both her breasts and was starting to soak her camisole.

“I want you,” she hissed at him when she broke their embrace. She pulled at his clothes, trying to undress him. Ben swept her into the bedroom and pulled off her shirt, exposing the wetness of her camisole. “I’m leaking,” she whined. It was only half a complain. It was also a plea for relief. Ben knew exactly what to do and fell on her breasts with unrestrained passion. There were only one or two strong squirts as her milk filled his mouth and he drank from her. Covering her free breast with her other hand, she could feel milk leaking out of her n****e even as she tried to keep it in.

Unconsciously she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked off the liquid. Ben was right. It was thin and sweet, a little like sugar water but with something extra added. No wonder he was so obsessed with making her lactate. Since she was distracted by the taste of her milk it wasn’t until Ben had his hand halfway into her panties did she realize she hadn’t prepared him for the moment.

She hesitated and then decided to let him find the surprise on his own. Polly went to far as to help, pushing down her pants, but leaving her silky panties in place to heighten the moment.

“You’re really wet,” Ben said, taking a quick break from her breast and crossing over to the one she had tried to keep from leaking. Her shirt and camisole were off. Her pants were off along with her socks. Where had they gone? The only thing she was left wearing was her panties. Ben was still fully dressed, though she had managed to open up his shirt.