by Ana Thalia
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One week later...
Ginny woke to the sound of banging in the kitchen. She rolled out of bed and hurried over to the crib. The child she took care of had his own nursery, but she preferred that he sleep in her room in case he needed something in the night.
Little Gerald was sound asleep, so she crept out of the room and closed the door. Ginny knuckled her sleepy eyes as she descended the stairs and headed for the kitchen. Jim was making coffee and heating up a pastry for breakfast.
"Hey, boss," Ginny said, stopping just inside the kitchen. She yawned, arms stretched out high and wide. "Lord, why is light so bright in the morning?"
Jim was starting at her chest. Really, he was gawking. That's when she remembered she was only wearing a crop top tank, that exposed the bottom of her boobs at the best of times, and thong underwear.
"Uh-oh, did I just expose myself?"
"Yes."
"I'm so sorry," she said, feeling her face heat up.
"Don't be," Jim said. "It certainly...invigorated my morning."
Ginny's eyes dropped to his crotch. Yep. Tented. Oh my! He's...He's huge!
Her throat tightened, and her lower belly clinched. She struggled to pull her eyes away before she embarrassed herself again. Turning to the fridge, she opened it and leaned inside and let the cold envelope her. It felt divine, but didn't do much to calm her libido.
"Nice ass, too," he said.
"Oh!" she cried, and slammed the top of her head against the fridge when she stood up. "Ouch. Dammit. I should've stayed in bed. Sorry, boss."
"No problem, Ginny," he said, and kissed her on the cheek. "Have a nice day."
Ginny watched him leave. Her hand touched the spot he kissed, while her heart raced and hot wetness spread between her legs. She barely had a thought as she just stared open-mouth. At the door he paused to wink at her, and then was gone.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "Maybe I shouldn't have moved in."
The idea of free room and board, on top of her pay, was too good of a deal to pass up. Besides, Jim owned a humongous house. Five bedrooms, seven bathes. Her room was the upstairs master, so she had the most spectacular bathroom she'd ever seen. And all she had to do was take care of and nurse the baby. He had other people to clean and do laundry. Downside was she worked 24/7 now. Yet, he said after ninety days she'd get a substantial raise.
"Great, but not the raise I'm wanting right now," she whispered, thinking about his tented pants. Jim frequently got a hard-on while talking to her. "I should sleep with him and give him another baby that I'll need to nurse, before this one is too old to nurse."
She giggled. Though, the thought made her tingly whenever she had it. That sexy thought occurred to her more and more often.
"Dairy farm time," she muttered, shaking herself out of her increasingly erotic thoughts about her boss. Ginny pulled her new milk expressing machine out. She called it the milking machine, mostly because it made her feel like a human dairy cow when she used it. "Mooo."
Ginny scowled. Two previous boyfriends talked her into actually role-playing as a human cow, while they milked and fucked her. And tied her up. The getting tied up part was what bothered her. Both breakups were messy, so she only had bad thoughts about the experiences.
The new machine expressed both tits at the same time. Oddly enough, she didn't mind nursing the baby. That was a joy, but little Gerald didn't need nearly as much milk as she produced. So she still had to manually express a couple times a day.
After plugging it in on the large kitchen island, she leaned forward against the island and turned on the machine. She pressed the suction cups to her nipples, and watched her pink buds elongate. Her big boobs tingled, and then she felt the letdown. As milk began to flow, Ginny's belly filled with butterflies.
"Ooooh," she sighed. It was always a relief to be expressed, though the machine was her least favorite. It was fast and efficient. "I just wish it didn't always remind me of my hucow days."
Memories of Aiden, and then Ricky, came unbidden. She closed her eyes and bowed her back, both hands flat on the cold granite countertop. Soon her sex started to ache. Ginny bit her lip as she recalled Aiden using a machine to milk her, while she was leaning against the counter, and he fucked her from behind.
"I really...ugh...need to stop...ooh...doing this," she whispered, one hand snaking down under her underwear. Milk flowed. Her fingers swirled around her wet folds, pushing her closer and closer. "Oh, baby."
Visions of Aiden filled her mind. He screwed her more often, and longer, than anyone before or after. He was an animal.
"Oh baby," she whispered, rising up on her tip-toes. "Oh yes. Yes. Yes."
Suddenly, Aiden was replaced by Jim. Her boss was sucking on her tits. She moaned and groaned, loving the feel of his lips sucking so hard. Visions of him above her, thrusting into her made her hand rub more vigorously.
"Oh boss," she cried out. Her fingers concentrated on her throbbing clit. She felt the rush to climax begin. "Yes! Yes, Jim, yes. Oh Jim, yes!"
"What the hell?" her boss said.
Ginny looked to her right, and there he was staring at her. She tried to speak, but only a squeaking sound came out. And her body erupted.
"Aaaggh! Oh god! Oh god!" Ginny cried, knees starting to buckle. Jim rushed forward and caught her. The feel of his hands on her body sent her spiraling into heaven again. "Aaaggh! Ooooh."
"What's going on?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Ginny gasped out, huffing and puffing. "Oh my, so embarrassing." She glanced up and he caught her eyes, holding them in an intense gaze. "Ooooh. I'm sorry."
"You said that already," he said, sounding more amused than angry. "What are you doing?"
"Expressing myself."
"You couldn't paint or write to express yourself?"
She giggled despite everything. A sense of relief washed through her, and she sighed.
"I'm so sor – I mean, I hate expressing milk with a milking machine, so sometimes I fantasize to make it better," she said, unable to look him in the face.
"You have sex fantasies about me?"
Her face super-heated. Then she noticed one of his hands was holding one of her butt cheeks, and the other was on her chest, pressed into the bottom of her left boob. Her breath caught, and tingling heat washed through her.
"They don't start out with you," she admitted reluctantly. "But since moving in here, they always end with you...you know..."
"Oh," he said, looking at her boobs. The milking machine was still running, sucking milk out. He pulled the suction cups off and turned her to face him. "You mean something like this?"
Jim kissed her. Ginny's body tensed, and then slowly relaxed as their kiss lingered and deepened. He wrapped her in his strong arms, squeezing so tight. She groaned into his mouth, and wrapped her arms around him.
Her head rolled back when Jim kissed a line down her neck, and then buried his face her in boobs. Ginny gasped and writhed as he rubbed his face all over her milky tits. He kissed, licked, and nibbled all over her tits, and finally sucked in a nipple.
"Ooooh," she cried. Her boss sucked so hard on her tits, and she felt hot, creamy milk flow into his mouth. "Yes."
"Mmmm," he moaned.
Her belly quivered, and her sex throbbed with achy need. She threw one leg around him, while her hands roamed his business suited body. Ginny started tugging on his suit jacket, and Jim shrugged out of it.
"I know it's wrong, but I need you so badly," Ginny gasped out. She started untying his tie. "Please, take me. I'll do anything."
Jim released her nipple, pausing to savor the taste a moment, before he started unbuttoning his shirt. Halfway through the buttons, he growled and ripped the rest of them off. Losing the shirt, he unzipped while she unfastened his belt and trousers. Then Ginny dropped to her knees as she pulled his pants and underwear down.
"Oh my, looks like I got the raise out of you I was looking for," she said. Ginny gave the bulbous head
a quick lick, and then a kiss, before she turned her attention to getting his shoes and pants all the way off. "No socks! I have standards."
"Really? So do I," Jim said. "Since we're on feet, from now on I want you in heels."
"Nothing else? Just heels?" she said, looking up to wag her brows. "Kinky. I like it."
Ginny swirled her tongue around his cock, before she went down on him. Jim gasped and buried his fingers in her soft hair. She moaned and groaned, bobbing her head while rubbing her tongue and sucking. He squirmed and groaned low and sexy. Feeling wicked, she raked her long nails down across his butt cheeks, and Jim grunted.
"Mmm!" she cried around his cock as hot cum filled her mouth.
"Holy crap. No one ever scratched my butt before," Jim said. "Apparently I like it. A lot."
Ginny laughed, spewing his seed across his thighs.
"I'm sorry!" she cried, still laughing. The young nanny quickly wetted a dish towel and cleaned him up. Then Jim pushed her back against the island and claimed her lips in a deep kiss. That kiss shut her brain down, and lasted a lifetime, but ended too soon. He left her breathless and staring numbly up into his beautiful eyes. "Oh, Jim. What just happened?"
"Life just got a whole lot more interesting," he said, and kissed her again. Her boss lowered his lips to her nipples, and started suckling again. "Until today, I thought only babies could suckle milk." He sucked hard, making milk flow into his eager mouth. Ginny tangled her fingers in his hair, watching breathlessly as he sated his thirst. "You're amazing and delicious. Your breasts are miracles of nature."
"Well, they are my money makers," she said and giggled. "I'm like a cow."
Oh my god, what did I say? Ginny thought. Now he's going to make me be a hucow.
"No, Ginny, you're all woman," he said, cupping her boobs and squeezing them together. Such a look of bliss and desire spread across his face. "With the most amazing body."
"Aww," she said. The wet nurse put her hands atop his, and pushed them hard. Her tits were squeezed so hard that twin jets of milk shot out into his face and chest. "Oopsy, I better lick that all off."
"I think the more we do it, the thicker the streams become," he said, voice dropping an octave.
His cock swelled even bigger, looking so long and hard. Ginny held his eyes in an intense gaze, her heart racing and belly tight. Pure lust spread across his handsome face when he looked at her boobs, and then he glanced at his bedroom door.
Ginny bit her lip and wagged her brows.
"Hey, boss, you should call off work," she said, and kissed him. "And then help me express more milk. Over and over again. Purely for humanitarian reasons, of course."
Jim swept her up in his arms, and then headed towards the master bedroom. "When you're right, Ginny, you're right."
"Wait. Wait," Ginny said, giggling and wiggling. "Put me down."
"Why? Don't you want to…" he said, putting her back on her feet.
"Yes!" She kissed him, and turned towards the stairs. "Go call off work, and I'll be right back."
Ginny ran up the stairs. First time running up stairs naked. Weird, since she didn't recall removing her top or undies, but she didn't care. She hadn't been that excited in a long time.
First thing, she checked on the baby. He was still sound asleep. She turned on the baby monitor so they could hear if he needed anything. Then she hurried into her closet.
"He asked for heels," she whispered. "I'll give him heels. My sexiest FMPs."
Ginny slipped on a pair of red patent stiletto pumps, with a five and half inch heel. They were the wickedest pair she owned. Then she put on chandelier earrings and some silver bangles. After sliding on red lip gloss, she decided the tousled hair look was working so why change it.
Jim was waiting in bed. She stopped in the doorway, striking a sassy pose. While he took in all of her curves, she stared at his erection. It was quite erect. Kind of took her breath away.
"Oh, baby, you're so fine," she purred.
She started dancing toward him, slow and sensuously. He watched with eyes full of desire, his hand stroking his erection. Ginny was ready to explode by the time she reached the bed. He reached for her eagerly, but she wiggled out of his hands with a giggle.
"No, no, no," she scolded playfully, wagging her finger at him. She cupped her boobs, and moved closer. His eyes widened, and a smile danced across his lips. "I like it wet, wild, and wicked."
Ginny squeezed hard. Twin jets of hot, creamy milk shot out. Jim closed his eyes when the milk hit him in the face. She squeezed over and over, showering her lover head to toes.
"There's the wet, now let's get wild and wicked," she said, crawling up over him.
The young wet nurse straddled her boss's waist, and then expressed more sweet milk down into his upturned face.
"Mmm," Jim moaned, opening his mouth to drink her in. "I found a new love of milk."
"Milk does a body good," she purred. "And milk is for lovers."
She kissed him, long and hungrily. The nanny couldn't get enough of his kisses. His hands were all over her body. He fondled her boobs, squeezed her butt, and even rolled her nipples. Of course, more milk flowed. So she fed him a nipple, and stroked down on that tit to make the milk flow. Jim moaned wantonly, suckling like crazy.
Reaching back, she guided him to her sex. Once his cock was pressed firmly into her slit, Ginny sat up and dropped her weight.
"Yes!" she gasped out. "Oooooooh."
"Girl on top," Jim said. "You're in control, baby. What're you going to do?"
"I'm going to…," she said, wagging her brows. "…Shower you with love."
Ginny squeezed her tits, and made good her promise. Creamy mother's milk rained down on Jim. She squealed and giggled, thrusting her hips like crazy as she rode him to glory. He felt so good, so right inside her. Every thrust sent the most amazing sensations through her, and soon she felt that rush to climax start.
"Yes!" she cried, bouncing frantically on his thick cock. She shook her head back and forth, hair whipping all around. "Yes! Yes!"
He thrust up into her at the same time, his hips slapping into her butt, even as the bed creaked and groaned. Jim groaned loudly, while she gasped and cried out with every thrust.
"Yes!" Ginny cried, and squeezed her tits really hard. Milk showered down on Jim, as her body erupted with insane pleasure. Her very core throbbed with orgasmic bliss. "Aaaggh!"
"Don't stop!" Jim cried.
Before she could start bouncing again, he rolled her over onto the bed. Her legs wrapped around him, and Jim began plowing into her frantically. He grabbed her tits, and squeezed more milk out. She squealed and giggled as her mother's milk splashed off his face and chest, to soak her below.
A moment later, Jim's back bowed, and he thrust in deep. Ginny sighed gustily when she felt him coming inside her, filling her up with his seed. Then he collapsed atop her, face buried in her neck and licking hungrily.
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Ginny gasped and looked up, hearing his key in the door. She ran over to the spot, amid a clatter of stilettos, and dropped to her knees. She nervously adjusted the red translucent silks barely covering her body.
There was no hiding the swell in her belly.
Neither of them wanted her baby bump hidden, either. After six months with Jim, she was starting to show. So exciting. Soon, she'd be a mother. Hopefully they could pull off the wedding first, but it would be close.
"Well hello there," Jim said, stopping just inside the door. "Is that a sexy harem girl outfit?"
"Yes," she purred, averting her gaze. Then she cut her eyes up, smiling sweetly. "You like?"
"Very much," he said. "You are full of surprises."
She wagged her bows. "I try," Ginny said, pulling down her top. Cupping her milk-taut tits. "No surprise, I'm aching for you help. Let me feed you with hot, creamy love."
"You're the greatest," Jim said, starting to strip.
Ginny felt all tingly inside and out when he dropped to his kne
es before her, and buried his face in her tits. She sighed, feeling such bliss and contentment. Life was good, and getting better every day. All thanks to what she used to think of as a curse. Her big, milky tits.
THE END
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Feeding Frenzy
Spring days didn't get better than that. Jenny put the top down for her drive down to the coast. Her co-worker, Ben Forney, had a beach house and threw parties most weekend. It was just an hour from work, so she had plenty of time to drive down after work on Thank God It's Friday. Most of her co-workers put in extra hours during the week and left at lunch.
"I hope this goes well," she said, gnawing on the inside of her cheek.
Jenny had a unique problem. Her breasts lactated. A lot. She'd seen doctors, but as yet she hadn't responded to any treatment. Of course, it wasn't all bad. Her boobs were gorgeous. Big. Firm. And they rode high on her chest. Everyone thought they were implants, and she wasn't saying yea or nay. In her mind, anything was better than the truth.
She thought she could stay in the water enough to always be wet, so no one would notice her delicate, embarrassing condition.
At least she hoped and prayed it was so.
As she neared her destination, Jenny pulled to the side of the road and checked herself out. Her bra, as expected, was soaked with milk. Her boobs never ever, really stopped leaking milk. She had special bras, with soaking pads inside, that helped to control her problem and protect her clothes. So she quickly and stealthily replaced the pads. After buttoning her shirt back up, she drove the last mile and found Ben's beach house.
It was easy enough to find. The house was two-story, painted red with white trim, and atop thick poles. The party was in full swing under the house, which was a concrete slab. Jenny's face lit up. That had to be the perfect covered patio.
"Jenny!" Ben cried, heading over to her car. "So glad you finally made it."
He wrapped her up in a big, tight hug the second she got out of the car.