“Oh god,” Seth gasped as he pulled back and took a rest for a minute. “That’s…that’s fucking incredible. Your tits…the milk…it’s…it’s fucking incredible.” His brain wasn’t fully functional, but in the heat of the moment that was fine. It was perfect.
“Thank you,” she said with some pride as she adjusted her position on his lap. “Do you want more?”
“Of course!” It was impossible for him to consider anything else.
“There’s plenty more,” she told him with a coy smile as she cupped her breasts in her hands, hiding the nipples and areola, stemming the flow of milk for the moment. “But I want something too.”
“What?” he croaked, ready to agree to anything.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked. “I want to fuck you.”
“Yes!”
Petranella got up from his lap and knelt on the floor. Together they loosened his belt, opened his pants and pushed his boxers down low enough that his cock popped out, pointing straight at the ceiling like an exclamation point of excitement.
He was large, she realized. It was definitely the largest cock she had even seen in person in her life, but it wasn’t so huge that it felt like a threat to her body. She took him in hand and slowly stroked him a few times. “Holy shit,” she breathed. “How do you not want to use this all the time?”
Seth just slowly shook his head, not able to answer the question.
Standing up, Petranella quickly kicked off her shoes and pushed down her scrubs bottoms and panties. They moved together easily, as if they had been lovers for years—or perhaps because Seth was skilled at this sort of sex in his private HR office—and she sat back down on his lap, only this time she straddled his body while he guided his cock up inside her. She was glad the chair they were using wasn’t an armchair. That would have made this sort of sex impossible.
He slipped easily into her wet and swollen pussy. She smiled down at him, pleased that her body was able to accommodate his large proportions. While he was definitely stretching her to her limits, it wasn’t to the point of pain. Their position brought her still full breasts right to his mouth. Seth knew what to do and once again latched onto a ripe nipple. As he suckled strongly, his hands circled down around her ass, holding her in place while she rolled her hips up and down, getting his cock to move pleasantly within her pussy. Maybe he wasn’t as athletically built as Ryan, but his cock more than made up for that. If it had been any other situation Petranella would have worried about her free breast leaking onto Seth’s jacket, but that was a minor concern. He could take it home as a badge of accomplishment.
“Oh fuck, oh yes,” she found herself saying as the inevitable started to happen. She took a hand from his shoulder where she steadied herself and pinched her free nipple. The little shock of pain encouraged her so she rolled it with some intensity as an orgasm rushed through her body, seeming to originate in her pussy and tits at the same time. She could feel her milk gushing into Seth’s mouth. He was a natural at feeding from her, breathing and swallowing in a steady rhythm while pushing his cock up into her at the same time. Riding him was like being on a barely in control stallion, a metaphor only enhanced by his huge cock, and he grasped her body and pulled hard on her tit, sucking with all his might, as he came, filling up her pussy with pulse after pulse of his semen. She shuddered with a second orgasm as he came; it wasn’t as intense as the first, but it was more than satisfying.
They clutched each other for a long time after he was done and her tits were drained. Eventually exhaustion took over and he had to release his grip on her. She smoothly, but regretfully, stood up from his slowly shrinking cock.
Seeing her naked body in front of him with his cum dripping down the inside of her thighs, Seth suddenly realized what he had done. “Oh shit,” he cursed. “This was a terrible idea!”
Petranella just laughed at him as she grabbed a few tissues from the box on his desk for a quick cleanup of her body. The box made her wonder how many people cried in the office and if it was to the point where a box of tissues was a legitimate business expense. “I thought you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did,” he muttered and shook his head. “This was still a terrible idea.” He pulled up his pants over his wet cock, as if hiding it would erase the deed.
“How many other women have you fucked in here?” she asked as she dumped the wad of tissues in his trashcan and found her panties. Sliding them on was easy. She would have preferred that he nurse from her a bit more, but that was unlikely to happen.
“None!” he insisted. “I’ve never done this before!”
She smiled and nodded as she hooked her bra around her body, spun in around her chest, and pulled the straps up into place. “Sure. I can believe that.”
“No! It’s true!” Seth was worried that she’d made some charge against him—and he knew that the charge was completely justified.
“Well I enjoyed myself. You seemed to have enjoyed it as well. We can keep it a secret, can’t we?”
“Yes. Of course. I’m not stupid.” Seth worriedly walked around to his side of the desk and would have paced back and forth if he had the energy. Realization dawned on him. “You did fuck Jonas,” he accused her. He steadied himself by leaning over and putting one hand on his desk.
“True,” she admitted. “And on company time, too. Just like you and I just did.” She finished pulling up her pants and putting on her scrubs top. It was almost like their little crime never happened…except for her drained breasts and his cum that was slowly leaking out of her pussy.
“But you lied to me about what you were doing in the room…”
“You expected me to tell the truth?” she asked him.
“Yes, but—”
“I also fucked Marty in the women’s locker room,” she admitted. He stared at her, barely comprehending. “But I think we usually met up during breaks and lunch.”
“Oh…I didn’t know you liked women too.” It was a lame thing to say, but it was all he could think of at the moment.
She shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with two women being physically intimate,” she said. “It’s rather fun.”
“I can’t believe I did this…” He all but collapsed into his chair.
“I think it’s my milk,” Petranella said, running her hands over her hidden tits. “The smell and the taste tend to drive people wild. I mean, trapping me here with you in this tiny office, you were practically begging to suck and fuck me. I think my milk gives off some pheromone, or maybe I give it off, and people tend not to make the best choices when their brains are lust and milk-addled. I think it was the chemical I spilled on myself a few weeks back that caused all this.”
Seth shook his head and sighed at his stupidity. He had no way of knowing beforehand, of course, but he still blamed himself. “I should report you.” He knew he wouldn’t. If negligence had caused her to start acting this way, the company was on the line, not Petranella. She could sue them for her actions.
She nodded. “Probably. But you want to taste my milk again, don’t you?”
It was his turn to nod. “Yes.”
“I’m happy to share it with you,” she told him.
“My wife might not be happy to hear that.”
“Bring her along to my house and see,” Petranella found herself saying, surprised at the words despite herself. “There’s plenty to go around.”
Seth laughed ruefully. “If only.”
“I suppose you and your wife don’t have an open relationship?” Petranella found she had more sympathy for him that she expected.
“Hardly.”
“That’s too bad. You haven’t cheated on her before?”
“No.”
Petranella frowned. “I’m sorry. Sometimes my own lust gets the best of me. I can avoid you for the next few weeks, if you want.” She thought about her one-night stand with Ryan and considered that maybe he was still addicted to her milk and suffering. Once she had started nursing her other lovers she ha
dn’t stopped so she didn’t know if there were any long-term withdrawal problems, but Ben, Marty, and Jonas all seemed happy to keep nursing from her and having sex when she asked for it. Adding Seth to her stable of lovers might not be the best choice, but she didn’t want to deny him—or herself—either.
“Maybe that would be for the best.”
She nodded in agreement and took the three steps over to the door. “She’s a lucky woman, your wife.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Your cock…it filled me up perfectly. She must love it.”
He chuckled at her statement. “Sometimes she says it’s too much.”
Petranella shrugged again. “Maybe she’d like to share it then,” she said and walked out the door.
Chapter Eleven
Without even thinking about it, Petranella took off her bra in front of Ben when she got home from work. It was her usual level of lateness and he was in the bedroom while she stripped off her work clothes.
“Jonas or Marty?” he asked her as she found a soft cotton top that would feel good against her skin.
“What?” she asked. Ben gestured at her chest. She looked down and saw a couple of purplish bruises on both breasts.
“Oh. That. “Yeah…it started off with Marty, but I also had Seth suck and fuck me,” she casually admitted as she shimmied out of her scrubs bottoms but kept on her panties. Putting her hand up against his chest, she lightly pushed Ben back to their bed.
“What? Who’s Seth?”
“HR manager,” she said with a naughty smile.
Ben’s eyebrows went up. “You fucked and sucked him?”
She took his hand and slipped it into her panties, to see how wet and sticky her pussy still was. “He sucked and fucked me,” she corrected him, sighing a little as his fingers manipulated her clit. Already she could feel her milk start to well up in her breasts. “Order is important.”
“Sure it is.” Ben felt his own cock stirring.
“We did it in his office, so it’s pretty safe.” Ben’s fingers stopped moving. Her eyes opened up. “What’s the matter?”
“I never realized my wife was going to turn into such a slut.”
She blinked innocently at him. “Do you mind?”
He shook his head. “Not at all…not as long as I still get to fuck and suck you.” His cock was at full staff now and his mouth was dry. He wanted her pussy and her milk.
“Suck and fuck,”’ she corrected him. “Order is important.”
He followed her orders, sucking on her tits first, draining them of the milk that had been created over the past few hours while she was at work, and then fucking her once they were emptied.
They used the very ordinary missionary position to have sex. It had been a long time since that had happened, but they were laying on their sides next to each other and she pulled him on top of her. As much as the liked being the supplier of the milk that he desired, sometimes she just wanted to be a wife who was vigorously fucked by her husband.
“What the fuck has happened to me?” she asked Ben.
He was on his back, staring up at the ceiling, wondering the same thing. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “but I think I like it.”
She invited Marty and Jonas over to her house that night. The invitations were strategically done so neither knew the other was coming.
“Is that such a good idea, hon?” Ben asked her on the phone during a break.
“Maybe. It doesn’t matter. I know what I want.”
“What is it that you want?” Ben asked her.
She smiled into the phone even though he couldn’t see her, the smile transmitted easily over the airwaves. “I’m inviting two of my lovers over to our house on a Friday night, Ben. What do you think I’m planning?”
There was a pause. Ben’s banking job was often busy and fast-paced during the day. He actually had less privacy than she did at the lab. “I really can’t say right now, Ella. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” The short phrase he used was their code that he couldn’t speak freely.
Petranella was in the private bathroom. She could say whatever she wanted. “My tits are full and I’m going to share them with everyone.” She then ended the call. It was better to let him think about what she was planning and what she wanted rather than lay it all out in explicit detail.
The imagination was so much better than the reality.
The day passed too slowly. All day she toyed with the idea of inviting Seth over as well. It seemed risky because of his position in HR and they had left their encounter in his office as being a one-time thing that would go no further. She had passed him once in the hall since then, and he merely nodded at her as they passed.
She still got the distinct impression he’d love to rip her shirt open, suck her dry, and fuck her against the wall.
Or maybe she was just horny.
Marty arrived first, right after Petranella and Ben had finished dinner. It had been hard for him to keep his hands off her. She had to keep slapping them away from her tits, even though it would have been a wonderful source of release. They were over heavy and full. She could feel the milk sloshing around inside her tits.
She was saving herself.
Not for marriage, that ship had sailed long ago.
She was saving herself for the enjoyment of her lovers.
She welcomed Marty inside and gave her a kiss on the cheek just as Ben walked into the foyer. Marty immediately turned bright red as if they had been caught doing something just bad enough to warrant a husband’s wrath. She was surprised when Ben just smiled and shook his head in amusement. “We’ve done this before, you know.”
Marty still looked away and with a broad smile said, “I know. It’s just…a little difficult to think about it.”
“Well I’m eager to do it again,” he said to her.
The blush on Marty’s face turned an even brighter red. “I know it’s just..I don’t know.”
“We don’t have to talk about it,” said Petranella, “we just have to do it.”
“What are you waiting for then?” asked Ben, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two women, but his attention was mostly focused on his wife’s tits that were well covered by the heavy sweatshirt she wore.
Just as Petranella started to answer the doorbell rang. “That!” she said brightly and opened the front door to admit Jonas inside. He was slightly confused to see Marty there and immediately reset his expectations for the evening. Had he only been invited over for a casual dinner?
“Don’t get that look on your face,” said Petranella. “You’re both going to get a chance at my milk.”
“What about me?” asked Ben, faking offense that he was being excluded.
“You get my tits all the time,” she said and walked confidently between the members of the small crowd. “Why wait? Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Petranella had dressed for the occasion: she was wearing only her zip up sweatshirt and loose leggings. Ben had changed into jeans and an old shirt after work. She didn’t worry about what everyone else was wearing. It didn’t matter. They all followed her into the bedroom where she whirled around and slowly unzipped the sweatshirt, letting her full breasts come into view. They were spectacular and all three of her lovers wanted nothing more than to fall to their knees and worship her by sucking on her tits and drinking her milk. The moved forward as one and quickly realized that as much as they desired was Petranella was offering, she only had two breasts and could only feed a pair of them at a time.
Jealousy started to rise up until Petranella pushed down her leggings and revealed she wasn’t wearing panties; she had already decided that would slow down the whole process. “There’s more than enough of me to go around,” she told them as she got onto the bed and scooted back to the pillows, leaving her upper body slightly inclined and fully on display for them to admire and literally drool over if they wanted.
The group didn’t want to drool. They wanted to taste her milk. I
t was impossible to say who started to move first, but once the motion was made they all started to rush her at the same time. She stopped them with a simple upraised hand. “No nursing until you’re naked.”
The speed with which their clothes flew off was incredible. Ben was first on the bed with her and latched on to her right breast. Even though she was burdened with a bra and stockings, Marty showed remarkable aptitude in getting naked and was the second on the bed after Ben. She took Petranella’s free breast and eagerly nursed with suck force that Petranella gasped at the quick injection of pain mixed with pleasure.
Jonas had stumbled in getting off his shoes. He was left without a breast on which to feast. Petranella favored him with a sad smile. “There’s still something for you,” she said as she parted her legs, giving him a peak at her quickly moistening pussy.
His cock was standing up from his crotch and he took it in hand and began his approach while wondering how he was going to fuck her with the other two in the way.
Petranella shook her head at him. “No. Use your mouth on me,” she said, her voice thick with desire and lust. “You can fuck me later.”
Jonas nodded in agreement. Anything as long as he was given the opportunity to suckle from her tits. He went down on her, inhaling her strong, musky scent. She was already wet so he focused on her clit while slipping a finger up into her pussy, searching for that secret spot every woman had.
Ben and Marty were eagerly devouring all the milk that Petranella could provide them. The sounds of them swallowing was louder than her breathing and gasps. They were both afraid there wouldn’t be enough milk for them so they didn’t focus on Petranella’s pleasure, but on their own needs. That was fine with Petranella because she was already overwhelmed.
The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6 Page 12