by Ana Thalia
Dave was holding her waist so she wouldn't fall off, so she pinched, pulled, and twisted her erect nipples. The pain was so beautiful. It energized her insides. Her belly was quivering from her orgasm.
"Almost there," she gasped out. "Please don't stop."
"You're the most amazing girl I ever met," Dave panted out. "I'm almost there, too."
The desperate young mother squeezed her tits at him. Twin jets of milk splashed in his face as she squeezed her vagina and bounced up and down his cock with enthusiasm.
"You're the best!" Samantha cried as she went over the top. "Aaaggh. Oooh. Oooh."
They lost their balance, and she fell straight back onto the hard floorboards. Dave came down with her, and immediately took over thrusting into her like a madman. She wrapped her legs around him as her body throbbed with orgasmic glory.
"Yeeeessss!" she cried, squeezing twin streams straight up into his face and chest.
Hot mother's milk showered down on her as he cried out, thrust in all the way, and came with a satisfied sigh. She felt his cum flowing into her, heating up and lubricating her vagina.
"I forgot how much I love sex," she whispered. "That was great, Dave. The best ever."
"Hell yes," he said. "It was all you, baby. You're body, your milk, and your enthusiasm."
"Hey, even single mothers want to have fun," she said. "Maybe especially single mothers. Whew!" She looked herself over while he slowly pulled out. "What a mess. Sorry about your truck."
"It was worth it," Dave said. "I guess I need to go home and shower after that incredible milk shower."
"Me, too," she said. "But then, I was on my way home to do just that anyway."
He wagged his brows at her. "Want me to join you? We can help each other bathe."
"Yes," she said. "But we can't. That'll just lead to more sex, and then I'll be late for work."
She rolled out from under him, pulled on her sports bra and workout pants. Then she quickly slipped on her shoes. Dave watched her, not bothering to dress yet. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her. Kind of thrilling.
"Thanks for a good time," Samantha said, kissed him, and got out of the van. She unlocked her car, got her latte, and headed home while he dressed in the van. As much as she'd love to jump his bones over and over, it was best that way. "I don't have time for a man right now."
But their sexy little tryst showed her that she didn't have to give up on sex. She could still have a good time, and be there for her child. The best of both worlds. She just had to find more guys eager to indulge in her milky delights.
THE END
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Lactose Indulgent 2
"Good morning, Deon," Samantha said as she entered the break room.
"Morning, Samantha," he said, his eyes dropping to her chest. "You're looking fine this morning."
"Thank you," she purred, and averted her eyes.
Her outfit was a little on the snug side. It was kind of her thing. She spent a lot of hours in the gym over the last year to get her pre-baby body back. The single mother's belly was now flat, muscles well defined, while her hips flared more than before and her boobs remained swollen with milk. Her blue dress was stretched tight over her bosom, hips, and thighs. Sky high stilettos clattered when she walked.
Yeah, Samantha wanted people to notice her body was back, and then some.
"So, I guess the baby's drinking well," Deon said. His eyes widened, "I mean, doing well. Doing well."
She smirked at the tall, handsome African-American. Her coworkers all knew she had a baby out of wedlock, and she didn't really even know the father. It was a one night stand that went terribly wrong, except for the fact she got the most amazing, most beautiful baby in the world. Since she still breast fed the child, her boobs were heavy with milk.
"I admire a man with the confidence to wear a pink shirt and tie," she said, ignoring his gaff. She heard such Freudian slips on a daily basis. "It looks good on you. Real good."
Deon was a couple years older than her, and a little higher on the corporate ladder. He could afford expensive suits, tailored perfectly to fit his body. Like her, he spent a lot of his free time in the gym. She thought about him a lot since seeing him out of that suit for the first time at the company picnic three weeks back.
It was a pool party, where the young and buff showed off their stuff. Samantha's bikini, and her overflowing top, was a big hit. Deon had shown more than a little interest in her since then, too. Of course, all of the guys in the office had been eager to flirt with her since the party.
"So, do you take cream in your coffee?" she said, wagging her brows.
Deon's eyes dropped back to her boobs. Though they were covered, her plunging neckline displayed what she was indiscreetly hiding. She noticed a growing bulge between his legs, the size of which took her breath away.
"I love…um…milk, but not in my coffee," he said, though looking like he regretted admitting it. "How do you like yours?"
Samantha caught his eyes, holding them and showing him her passion. "Black."
"Oh," he said, moving a little closer.
She licked her glossy pink lips, lifting her chin as they closed. Samantha basked in the heat off his body. They were so close, just inches away.
"Hey, guys," Ralphie said, barging in at the wrong moment. "Boy, is it hot today or what?"
"Very," Samantha said, her gaze lingering on Deon's lips. She turned to the coffee machine and got a Styrofoam cup off the stack. "But I hear it's going to rain by the end of the week. That should cool things down."
"We can only hope, right?" Ralphie said, as always the brightest beam of sunshine in the office.
Deon just patted him on the shoulder and left. Samantha covertly watched him go, heart hammering. Did she really think they could get it on in the break room without getting caught?
What's come over me? she thought. I have one little fling with a construction worker, and suddenly I'm boy crazy.
Dave Richer was amazing. After that first time in the back of his work van, they'd hooked up a few more times in more traditional locations. Dave was amazing, and just what she needed at the time. Unfortunately, all they had was sex, so it didn't last.
Samantha has been on the prowl ever since.
"Have a nice day, Ralphie," she said, heading for her desk up front.
The young blonde tried to get her mind off Deon, and sex. Sometimes she worried that sex crossed her mind too quickly and too often. Every guy was a potential lover. Her best friend swore she now had the libido of a teenage boy. She knew the cure was to immerse herself in work.
Samantha's desk was one of four by the front door. Most of her coworkers had cubicles, but part of her job was to greet guests and receive deliveries. Moments after sitting a delivery came in. It was office supplies. Jermaine was their Express Deliver Service man, and he was a tall, dark drink of water.
"Hey, Jermaine," Samantha purred. His dark eyes did a double-take. They flirted all of the time, but she wasn't completely recovered from the break room. It came out. "You got a big package for me?"
He gave her a look that curled her toes. Sweat prickled her skin, and it got hard to breathe for a few seconds. Samantha had to inhale and regain control of herself.
Jermaine was a tall and buff African-American. Like Deon. His khaki shorts and polo uniform displayed his manliness sweetly, including the fact he was well hung. The man really should wear underwear with a huge cock like that, though she never complained.
Seeing his cock swinging under his shorts was distracting. There was no way he couldn't know everyone could see it, though he acted as if nothing was going on.
"Hi, Sammy Jo," he said. Jermaine was the only one who called her that. At first she found it annoying, but not so much anymore. "Love the ponytail look."
"Thank you," she said, and almost said, Love the swinging cock.
"And I got a really big package for you," he said, holding her gaze and sending a thrill through the young blo
nde. "Where do you want it?"
"Oh god," she whispered, closing her eyes as her insides trembled. Taking a deep breath, she looked past him at the dolly stacked high with boxes. Her eyes darted to his crotch. Was it bulging a little more than normal? "Um, I'll think of something."
He handed her a clipboard and she signed without reading. Hell, her shaking hands could barely hold the pin.
"So," he said very quietly, very confidently. "Where do you want me to give it to you? Right here on the desk in front of everyone?"
"Kinda," she said breathlessly, and then bit her lip. "I mean, we have a storeroom."
"Sounds like fun," he said.
Samantha couldn't breathe. Visions of him plowing into her naked body filled her fertile mind. Her big, milk-laden tits ached. Her entire body responded, getting ready to do wild and wicked things. Things she absolutely could not do at work.
"You are so naughty," she said, wondering if Jermaine was still just flirting, or if he was serious. She got the key out of her desk and stood up, unable to stop herself for displaying her body to him. So blatant, too. Kind of embarrassing, but his gaze intensified as he looked her over hungrily. "Come with me."
That could mean more than one thing, Samantha thought as she led the EDS guy to the back and to the next door down from the break room.
She covertly glanced back while unlocking the storeroom door, noticing him staring at her butt. That super tight dress displayed her butt and thighs wonderfully. It was probably too much for work, but no one complained or said she couldn't wear such clothes. Yet. Then she noticed that Jermaine definitely had a hard-on growing in his shorts.
The storeroom was large enough for a dozen people to stand in comfortably. She waved him in and closed the door. A knowing smile spread across Jermaine's face. She felt her crazy kicking in hard.
"Where do you want my package?" he said, his voice lower by an octave.
His lust-drenched growl rippled through her. Samantha's shoulders and back goose-fleshed, and she took a step closer.
"Anywhere you want, baby," she purred.
Samantha pressed up close, tilting her face up and offering her lips. He didn't hesitate. Jermaine wrapped her up in a tight embrace and kissed the eager young woman. They moaned and groaned as their passion erupted. Hands roamed boldly, as tongues wrestled deep in her mouth. Before she even realized it was happening, her dress was unzipped down to below her waist.
That started a frenzy of stripping, until she stood before him in nothing but stilettos, and he in his work shoes and socks. Yeah, the look worked better on her.
"Wow, your tits are amazing," Jermaine said.
"Thank you," she said, and grinned wickedly. Her body knew what she was about to do. Samantha felt the let-down. "They do tricks."
"Tricks?"
Samantha lifted her tits, pointing them at his face, and squeezed while stroking towards the nipples. Twin jets of hot, creamy mother's milk shot out and hit him in the face. His hands immediately replaced hers, and his lips wrapped around a sensitive nipple.
"Mmm," Jermaine groaned when he successfully suckled milk out of her tit.
"Drink me dry, baby," she whisper. Wrapping a hand around his cock, she started stroking him. "Oh god, that feels so wonderful."
Jermaine pressed her back against the wall, while rubbing his face all over her milk-dripping tits. The sight of his wet face was thrilling. His excitement was even more thrilling. Soon milk was dribbling off his chin, down his chest. Even his long, thick cock was wet with her mother's milk.
"Oh, baby, we don't have much time," she gasped out. "Please, I need you inside me so badly."
"Hell yeah," Jermaine said.
She felt his big black cock swell. Her pussy throbbed with achy need. It was going to feel amazing inside her. So long, and so damned thick. All she could think about was him plowing into her like crazy.
And the door opened.
"Ohmygod," Samantha cried, staring at Deon.
"What's going on here?" Deon said, looking shocked.
"Either join us or go away," Samantha said. "But close the door."
That's when Samantha realized she was totally caught up in her legendary crazy. It owned her and nothing else mattered but finishing what she started. And then Deon closed the door, and started undressing. He really was going to join them?
"Ohmygod," she gasped out, since Jermaine buried his face back in her tits. "I've never been in a ménage à trois before."
Deon dropped to his knees behind her, kissing and motorboating her butt. His hands roamed up and down her legs, and explored her sex quite intimately. Then he kissed his way up her back, and turned her to claim her lips in a deep, demanding kiss.
"Hey man, her tits do tricks," Jermaine said, pulling her away from Deon and turning her to face him.
"Oh?"
Samantha grinned, lifted her tits with both hands, and squeezed hard. She sprayed milk at him, but not on him since it would soak his nice suit. Deon looked shocked, and then grabbed her tits.
"This is the best shit ever!" he cried, and started sucking on a nipple as he stripped.
"She said we don't have much time," Jermaine said. "How do you want to do this? Spit-roast or double penetration?"
"What?" Samantha asked. "What does that mean?"
"Spit roast is one of us is in your pussy and the other in your mouth," Deon said.
"Oh?" she said, liking the sound of that.
"Double penetration," Jermaine said, "Is one of us in your pussy, while the other is up your butt."
"Is that possible?"
"Oh yeah," Jermaine said. "Let's do it."
The EDS driver started fondling her butt. His fingers dipped deep into her butt crack. Samantha gasped when he stroked her anus, not realizing how sensitive it was until then. It occurred to her she'd sank to a new low of crazy.
"Mmmm," Deon groaned, rubbing his face all over her tits.
He squeezed and fondled her, forcing more milk out. Soon his face and chest were soaked with her creamy goodness. Samantha moaned and groaned, squirmed and writhed between them. She felt so wonderfully out of control.
"Oh yes," she whispered. Jermaine's finger then penetrated her ass. "Holy Moses!"
Deon nibbled her nipples, reclaiming her attention. Not to be outdone, when Jermaine started finger fucking her ass, loosening her up, Deon reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. Until that moment, she hadn't realized just how wet she'd become.
"Oooooooh," she sighed, loving how talented they both were with their hands.
Jermaine yanked her hair, forcing her head way back. His lips melted into hers, and her passion erupted again. Samantha kissed with all of her passion and need, feeling so needy and desperate. And then he added a second finger up her butt.
"Aaaiiee! Ooooooh, yes," she whispered. Her back bowed, pointing her tits straight up. Deon squeezed them hard, forcing hot, creamy milk to fountain straight up. It showered down on all three of them. Deon then started rubbing her clit vigorously. "Aaaggh. Oooooh."
After reaming her butt out with three fingers, Jermaine bent her over at the waist. Deon guided his cock to her mouth, and she went down on him. Samantha swirled her tongue around the head of the big black cock, and then swallowed half his length. To say he was well hung was an understatement. Half his length filled her mouth to the back of her throat.
"Uggh!" she grunted when Jermaine mounted her ass, pushing just the head of his cock into her. "Uggh!"
Her ass tightened around him, almost squeezing him out. Jermaine slowly forced himself deeper. She groaned, head spinning. It hurt, but not as much as she worried it would. Instead, it was more of a deep stress. By the time he began pumping in and out, her anus relaxed around his cock. It started to feel pretty good.
"Ooooh," she groaned around Deon's cock.
Samantha bobbed her head, stroked his cock with her hand, and sucked hungrily. Once Jermaine was fully sheathed up her butt, he pulled her upright. While the EDS m
an held her butt, keeping her sliding up and down his length, Deon threw her legs over his shoulder and moved in close.
"Oh my!" she gasped when he thrust into her pussy, stretching her out like crazy.
Suddenly, two huge cocks were stretching her out, filling her up, pounding into her body. The beautiful blonde never felt anything like it before. It was beyond stressful, but absolutely amazing.
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me."
"Squeeze your tits," Deon said, thrusting into her hard and fast.
"Milk shower!" Jermaine said, also going to town like crazy up her butt.
Samantha could barely think. Her body was singing, bucking, writhing. It was so hot in there, so sweaty great. It was the best she'd ever had.
"Don't stop, baby!" she cried, grabbing her tits and squeezing as hard as she could. Milk squirted straight up. Samantha bucked and squeezed, while hot milk showering down on them. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Deon and Jermaine thrust into her even harder and faster. They were becoming frantic. She reveled in the glory of two men cock-whipping her into submission. It felt like they were rubbing together inside her, stimulating her vagina like never before. Before she knew it that lovely rush to climax started.
"Faster!" she cried. "Please, faster!"
They did their best, their hot, sweaty bodies slapping into hers front and back. Massive cocks plowed deep into her body. Over and over and over again. They pushed her to the brink, and then over in record time.
"Aaaghh! Oooooh, yes!" she cried. Her body erupted with pure bliss. Her very core throbbed with beautiful pleasure. "Yes! Yes! YES!"
Deon came next, pulling out to shot his seed all over her tits and belly. Then Jermaine cried out, thrust in all the way, and filled her up with his cum. Samantha sighed gustily, trembling like a leaf.
"Ohmygod. Ohmygod," she whispered.
"Man, we made a mess," Deon said. "I don't know how we're going to explain this."
"Don't worry," Samantha said, and slowly pulled herself off of Jermaine's still rock hard cock. "I'm a woman. I'm used to dealing with a mess after sex."