She nodded her head and smiled like a child eager to please their parent.
He opened the lid and smelled the liquid inside. Satisfied, he upended the glass and swallowed the milk in one swift motion.
“I’ll add the money onto your check,” he said, before turning back to the bar.
Amy felt defeated. She had expected him to pleased with her.
“Are you happy with the-” she still struggled to call it what it was: milk. She remembered back to their first meeting when he had, ‘tested her merchandise. “With the merchandise?” she said.
Mr. King laughed and said, “Yes, it is top quality.”
It suddenly struck her that she wasn’t the first woman he’d done this with. Amy sat down on a bar stool and leaned onto the counter. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts propping them up in Mr. King’s direct line of sight. She never wanted them to be far from his mind.
“Do I make you happy?” she asked.
“Amy…” He sighed. “You make me very happy.” His face was twisted as if the idea of happiness brought him pain. “Too happy maybe,” he added quietly.
That phrase again: ‘too happy.’ It gave her the chills. What did he see in that awful woman he called his girlfriend? She wondered.
“Your girlfriend seems friendly.” As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could take them back.
He looked up at her from the drinks he was mixing. It felt as if the temperature in the room dropped by about twenty degrees.
“Yes,” he said, “she is.” His voice flat, but slightly strained. It sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.
“Does she make you happy?”
Amy had no idea what possessed her. She knew she was treading in dangerous territory. One false move and she could lose Mr. King forever.
He put the lid back on an empty liquor bottle and reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out his checkbook and scribbled an amount.
“I think we’re done for the night,” he said crossly.
He tore the check free from the book with a bit too much force and handed it to her. “You should get dressed. I have an early morning.”
Amy felt like she’d been swallowed by quicksand. She was terrified to move or breathe. Somehow she made it across the room to her clothes. Her hands shook as she dressed. She hoped she hadn’t ruined their arrangement.
Suddenly, his hand was on her elbow and he was leading her out of the house. At the door she stopped and turned on him.
“Mr. King, I apologize if I overstepped my bounds. I didn’t mean to pry. I want this relation-” she had to stop herself before she said ‘relationship,’ “this arrangement, to work.”
He sighed and looked beyond her, deep in thought.
Amy ran her hand down the front of his chest. “I think we have something special? It would be a shame to throw it away. Let’s start over?”
Mr. King’s face turned stern. “Alright. I’ll need you this weekend. I have something a bit more adventurous in mind. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Yes,” she said automatically, though she had her doubts.
“Good,” he said as he closed the door in her face. “And, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
3
Amy paced the room like a caged animal. She was completely naked except for stilettos, crotchless panties, and the modified nursing bra she’d sewn herself. Mr. King had requested she wear it for the night. It was what he deemed a “special occasion.”
He had left her completely in the dark as to the nature of the event he was planning. It made her extremely nervous. She had the sneaking suspicious that he liked seeing her vulnerable to his whims.
Amy normally, would have no problem with this except that now, as she walked the length of the room, back and forth, she could hear the chatter of people.
A party raged on the other side of the door. From what she could hear, it sounded mostly like men.
They were laughing and drinking; their conversations indistinct over the general hum of the room.
Amy was afraid that she’d be expected to perform some sort of show for the men. As much as she enjoyed the attention of Mr. King, she wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, at least she didn’t think she was.
A situation like this had never presented itself to her before. If she was being totally honest a part of her was intrigued by the idea of having the full attention of the party.
The question though, was would they view her as an object of sexual desire, or a freak? If it was the latter, Amy knew she would flee in tears. She couldn’t take the mocking and the laughter. But, if it was the former, well…
She felt a wet spot on the front of her bra. She looked down to see a small stain. When she became aroused she lactated, but it also happened when she was extremely nervous. Right now, she existed in some limbo between the two.
It would be a miracle if she even had enough breast milk left to entertain the men. Amy laughed to herself. It was the first time in her life she’d ever hoped for the ability to lactate.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She exhaled slowly and began to rub her breasts. They ached and tingled, her nipples were rubbed raw. She longed to feel Mr. King’s wet, full lips close around them. The pleasing pinch as he sucked; the tickle of his tongue passing over her areola… It made her wet to think about it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a giggling woman who came busting into the room. She was completely naked except for a red tie she wore around her neck.
She slammed the door behind her and looked over Amy’s body.
“Rowdy crowd tonight,” she said. “You’re new aren’t you?”
Amy nodded shyly.
The woman snickered. “Oh, they’ll love you. You’ve got a real Ms. Innocent-Girl-Next-Door thing going on. You’ll probably remind them all of their mothers-or what they imagine their mothers to be.”
She winked at Amy and turned to a mirror. The woman straightened her back and propped out her breasts, examining her reflection.
“Wh- What do I do?” Amy asked. “Out there, I mean.”
She looked at her incredulously. “What you were paid to do. Jeez, you new girls, I swear…”
“I mean, I don’t have to perform or…?”
“Perform?” she laughed. “Sweetie just make the rounds. Walk around the room, pay a little attention to each man make them feel special. Give them a quick-” The woman grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. “You know.”
Amy started laughing. The whole situation was beyond absurd. The woman stared at her out of the corner of her eye. “You’re a strange one.”
Before she could respond, the door opened. A woman dressed in a sequined black and white bra and striped fishnets peered into the room. Amy thought she looked like some sort of stripper in a cabaret act.
“You,” she said pointing at Amy. “You’re on.”
On? She thought. Mr. King’s words from their previous meeting haunted her: “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” What was she getting herself into?
Still, she wanted to meet Mr. King’s challenge. She knew the connection between them was real. Maybe, he didn’t realize what he had? She thought.
Perhaps, this was a unique opportunity to show him what he would be missing if he decided to let her go or mistreat her? Amy smiled, readjusted her bra and confidently strolled out into the party.
The room was smaller than she’d imagined. There were between twenty to twenty-five men seated around the spacious ballroom. They were dressed formally in business suits and ties, a few wore cravats. They looked as if they’d stepped off a yacht or the pages of GQ.
It was clear they were all businessmen. The inner circle of the wealthy friends and colleagues Mr. King socialized with.
As much as Amy was worried about keeping Mr. King to herself, another part of her was calculating dollar figures. He hadn’t mentioned money, but she figured there was a lot of cash to be made tonight. If she played her cards r
ight, she could be walking away with a hefty sum.
Amy scanned the room, trying to decide where to start. Several girls walked around nude. They carried drinks- alcohol and milk from what Amy could see.
The girls would sit on the men’s laps and tease them, rubbing their breasts in their faces. Occasionally a man would bite and suck on the nipples of one of the girls or give them an indulgent squeeze.
To Amy’s surprise, many of the men seemed preoccupied with conversation or card games. The women were almost ornamental. She knew she would have to work hard for tips.
A man in the corner caught her attention. He was older, in his late fifties as well as Amy could judge.
He wore a suit without a tie. His button-up shirt lay open as if he’d just come from the office. He had silver hair, blue eyes and a sly grin.
Amy was immediately drawn to him. She adjusted her bra one last time, propping her breasts out. Her cleavage was deep and long, creating an inviting line between her full breasts.
Her anxiety turned to excitement as she put one foot in front of the other and walked across the room to the man.
She trained her gaze on him, hoping to catch his eye.
When he saw her approach he examined her stem stern, taking in her long legs and large breasts.
The man looked pleased with what he saw. His hand ran over the inside of his thigh and he spread his legs slightly, as if he were inviting her to come sit on his lap.
Amy was feet away from the man when she noticed she’d caught the eye of someone else in the room as well. Mr. King sat across from the silver haired man. He was engaged in conversation with another man.
When he saw Amy approach he stopped mid-sentence. His mouth fell open at the sight of her. He rubbed his face nervously, then quickly looked away.
He resumed his conversation with the man as if he had never seen her. It was obvious he was going out of his way to ignore her. Trying a little too hard, in fact, Amy thought. The idea filled her with confidence: Mr. King wasn’t lost to her yet.
Focusing her attention back on the silver haired man, she pouted slightly and stopped in front of him.
“You look lonely,” she said in a low, kittenish voice. “Would you like company?”
“From you sweetheart? Nothing would make me happier.”
Amy smiled and sat down on his lap. She wrapped an arm around his neck and turned towards him, so that her breasts were directly in his face.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Mr. King was watching them. She inched closer to the man’s crotch. She wanted to feel how big he was and to make Mr. King jealous.
As she moved closer she bounced slightly, making her breasts shake. She looked down to see her left nipple was exposed.
“How clumsy of me,” she said.
The man licked his lips.
“Oh, could you help me with this?” she asked.
She offered her bare breast to the man. He gripped her by the hips, holding her tight. Then, he kissed the top of her breast lightly. His lips were soft and youthful for an older man. Amy found herself enjoying his touch more than she had anticipated.
His long tongue snaked its way out of his mouth, around her areola and over her nipple.
Amy bit her lip in a fruitless attempt to suppress a giggle. The sensation was arousing, but ticklish.
His wet tongue left a glistening sheen over her cherry nipples that felt soothing. Her dry skin ached for a soft touch.
A small drop of milk appeared at the tip of her nipple.
Before Amy could turn to give Mr. King a better look at what he was missing, the grey-haired man’s mouth was on her.
He sucked greedily. It felt as if every nerve end in her body was tingling.
The man’s movements were crude and vulgar. The pinched feeling in her breast was painful and yet, oddly arousing. Amy felt herself grow wet.
She ran her fingers through his salt and pepper hair, pushing his face to her breast.
The noise of the party seemed to stop. It was like they were the only two people in the universe.
She smothered the man in her chest as he sucked obscenely. She felt the familiar warmth spread from her breast throughout her body.
Amy whimpered. She could feel an orgasm rising inside her. She closed her eyes and threw back her head.
The man’s hand went between her legs. He wasted no time. His fingers went straight to her vagina.
He inserted three fingers inside her and began moving his hand in and out of her roughly.
Amy stiffened and cried out.
Suddenly a hand was on her arm and she was being lifted up and away from the man. She opened her eyes to see Mr. King standing before her, a look of barely contained rage on his face.
“Hey! I wasn’t finished,” the man protested.
Mr. King ignored him. He pulled Amy through the tangle of men and women to a door hidden behind a large curtain.
As he dragged her inside the hidden room, Amy couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across her face. She had been right- Mr. King did have feelings for her. He was clearly jealous.
Amy walked across the room and sat down on the bed. She crossed her legs and waited for Mr. King to speak.
He paced the room before finally coming to a stop in front of her.
She had called his bluff and won. He knew now that she was not the kind of girl to shy away from a challenge.
Amy, however, only had a moment to savor her victory. Without saying a word, Mr. King jumped on top of her, knocking her flat on the bed. He kissed her hard.
All thoughts of their tug-of-war fled her mind as he ripped off her bra and panties. He began kneading her breasts.
It didn’t take long before his lips were secure around her nipple.
Absently, Amy noted that he avoided the breast the grey-haired man had fed from. He obviously didn’t like to share.
He sucked on her nipple harder than he ever had before. Amy arched her back, pulling away from Mr. King.
He pulled on her nipple with his teeth, then released it. A boyish, mischievous grin spread across his face.
Amy petted his head gently and smiled sweetly. He looked at her with what Amy thought was genuine affection. It warmed her heart, but it felt dangerous. Mr. King seemed to scare easily.
She wrapped his hair around her fingers and pulled.
Mr. King looked amused. She pushed his head to her breast smothering his laughter.
He began sucking again.
Amy slid her hand between her legs. She began fingering her clit. She moved her fingers quickly, rubbing her g-spot hard.
Amy writhed underneath Mr. King. Her fingers passed between the folds of her vagina quickly. She longed to feel his cock inside her, but he was fixated on her breasts and the sweet milk inside.
Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist. He pinned it above her head, preventing her from touching herself. His hands gripped her roughly.
Amy squirmed beneath him, frustrated that she was left out.
Mr. King abruptly released her nipple and lifted his head from her chest. He breathed in deeply as if he had been holding his breath. He ran his tongue over his full lips. They were bright red from the exertion of sucking.
Amy had the sudden urge to taste her breast milk. She pulled Mr. King to her and kissed him deeply.
Her tongue prodded the inside of his mouth. She could taste herself on his lips. The milk was rich and sweet, full of vitality and life. Her tongue probed deeper, eager to taste the smooth nectar. The taste faded and a new desire overtook her.
Mr. King situated himself between her legs. Amy lay limp she wanted him to have his way with her.
He grabbed her legs and spread them apart. Then, with the quick motion of an experienced lover, Mr. King was inside her.
He loomed tall over her, his back as straight as a cadet.
He fucked her hard. The sound of the headboard crashing into the wall echoed around the room.
Amy clawed at the mattress.
Her full breasts bounced on her chest under the force of his thrusts. He watched, mesmerized as they moved back and forth.
He straightened his back and fucked her faster. His cock glided in and out of her with ease.
The flesh of Amy’s breasts tingled with arousal. She began kneading them as her sore nipples cried out for Mr. King’s touch.
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