by Jemma Jones
Dr. Rustle trailed his fingers over her breasts, catching the last few drops that were dripping from her nipples. Never taking his eyes off Olivia’s, he brought his finger to his mouth, slowly sucking her milk, closing his eyes in pleasure while savoring the taste.
“I have never been so aroused by a lactating woman,” he whispered. He pulled himself out of Olivia, stashing the used condom in the bottom of the trashcan. He began to dress quickly and Olivia did the same. Dr. Rustle looked sorry to see her go.
“You will need to come back in three months for your annual exam,” he said. “Please tell the receptionist that you have cysts and I would like you booked for a double appointment.”
Olivia looked up alarmed.
“You are perfectly healthy,” he reassured, “I want the extra time to have my way with you again,” he said, lust filling his voice. “Do you plan to continue breastfeeding?” he asked. Olivia nodded, so turned on by the thought of Dr. Rustle fucking her again on the exam table that she was rendered speechless.
“Excellent,” he whispered, running his hand over her pants, stopping between her thighs before pressing firmly with his thumb.
“Ohh,” Olivia gasped, her knees buckling from the sensation over her hypersensitive skin. Dr. Rustle quickly steadied her and smiled sexily.
“Until next time,” he breathed, before heading out the door and leaving Olivia alone, satiated, in the exam room.
Later that night, Olivia went to bed while Nick was still at work. She was still upset that he wasn’t home until late tonight, and Olivia could already feel the desire building in her belly. She was aching for release and would need to settle for the next best thing. She slid into bed, wearing only a bra, feeling the soft sheets against her skin. She slowly ran her hand along her thighs, feeling herself, teasing herself for what was to come. She caressed her hand over her pleasure spot, arching her back from the sweet sensation. She parted her lips with her hand and brought her other hand down to pleasure herself. Olivia became lost in her fantasies of her appointment with Dr. Rustle.
The next day, Nick was up to greet Olivia. He kissed her on the cheek, before taking Ellie out of Olivia’s arms.
“How was your doctor visit?” Nick asked.
Olivia shrugged, trying to hide her blush, “Fine. Non-eventful. Dr. Rustle said we should have waited the six weeks before having sex because my stitches aren’t healing well.”
Nick raised his eyebrows. “And did you tell the good doctor about your unquenchable desires?”
Olivia laughed uncomfortably. “I just sort of got embarrassed when he told me.” Nick chuckled.
“I bet you did!”
He continued to go about the kitchen, while holding Ellie, and Olivia seemed to be in the clear. She had chalked up her escapades with Dr. Rustle as an over-active libido and raging hormones. No need to upset Nick in the process, and no need to think about her annual checkup in three months.
“I’ve asked Jason to swing by today and drop off a proposal that I need,” Nick mentioned in passing as he handed Ellie back and reached for his briefcase. Olivia jerked her head up, her body going rigid at the mention of Jason’s name. Jason was one of Nick’s clients, one of Nick’s very handsome clients.
Jason was married with three children, but he had always flirted with Olivia. Two years ago at a company barbeque, Jason had accidentally walked in on Olivia changing out of her bathing suit. At least, Olivia thought it was an accident. He apologized profusely and quickly backed out of the room. A few minutes later when Olivia emerged, Jason was waiting in the hallway. He pressed Olivia up against the wall and began to kiss her deeply. Startled, Olivia pushed back, saying Jason had lost his mind. Jason confessed he always found Olivia sexy and after seeing her body, he needed to kiss her, to see if there was something there. Olivia knew they both had been drinking too much, and it was never brought up again.
The few times Olivia had seen Jason since had been awkward yet formal, and Olivia preferred to keep it that way. Nick would lose his mind if he found out. Nick was extremely kinky and tolerant, but he drew a line when it came to his business. That was one line Olivia knew better than to cross, no matter how sexy Jason was.
“Why can’t he just bring it to the office?” Olivia asked, panicked.
“His family is at the beach for vacation and he is going to join them. Our house is on the way. No sense making him drive out to the office. It’s not urgent,” Nick shrugged, giving Olivia a peck on the cheek before heading out the door.
“Don’t bother wearing panties when I get home tonight,” he called over his shoulder, smirking.
Olivia felt hot by Nick’s comment and yet worry was creeping over her. She did not want Jason stopping by, especially in her hyper-sex-drive state. Maybe she would take Ellie out for the day, or at least the morning, and hopefully she would miss Jason and he would just leave the proposal in the door. Ready to put her new plan in action, Olivia quickly made her way upstairs to get ready.
Ellie was ready for a nap, so she laid her down and hurried around her bedroom getting herself dressed. Realizing her jeans were in the dryer downstairs, she dashed down the steps in only her shirt and underwear. Retrieving her jeans, she stepped out of the laundry room and came face to face with Jason.
Olivia let out a small scream, and Jason quickly turned his head after noticing Olivia was pantless.
“Shit, shit shit, Olivia!” he exclaimed, avoiding looking at her, “Why the hell am I always walking in on you half naked!”
“I don’t know” Olivia hissed, “This is my damn house! Have you heard of knocking?”
“I did knock! No one answered!” he said defensively.
“Well, then you should have left the damn papers in the door! Who the hell walks into other people’s houses?” she seethed, holding the pants up to cover herself.
Jason slowly turned around, and did his best to not stare at Olivia’s poor attempt to cover up.
“I just-“ Jason faltered, “The papers were important. I wanted to make sure Nick got them.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Bull shit. You could have just left them. I know they are not urgent.”
Jason held his hands up, as if surrendering. “Really, I am sorry, Olivia,” he said sincerely.
“What happened two years ago – it was foolish and I had been drinking…” he trailed off but Olivia remained silent. She wasn’t going to help him.
“I can’t help the fact that you are so damn attractive, but I should have kept myself in check,” his voice dropped and he looked embarrassed. Olivia just kept staring at him. She was beginning to feel a familiar pull in her belly, but she was going to avoid this at all costs. Jason held Olivia’s gaze before finally looking away.
“I’m just going to leave this on the counter, and I’ll be on my way,” he said, placing the proposal on the counter. He ran his fingers through his dark, unruly hair. Olivia found the innocent gesture incredibly erotic and fantasized about knotting her fingers in his dark hair and pulling tightly. She bit her lip to stop the thoughts and watched Jason turn to walk out the door. He paused to look back one more time, and Olivia couldn’t help herself.
“Don’t go,” she whispered hoarsely, not recognizing her own voice. Those two words, which escaped her lips, were full of so many unspoken emotions – longing, lust, desire, need, and secret. Jason’s eyes widened in surprise and filled with understanding. Olivia dropped the pants she was holding and in two quick strides Jason was next to her.
One hand wrapped around her pressing firmly onto her back, crushing her body against his as the other hand snaked up her neck, and knotted in her hair, pulling her head back to meet his hungry mouth. He kissed her with unbridled passion, and Olivia parted her mouth, allowing his tongue to invade her. Olivia moaned into Jason’s mouth, and Jason kissed her harder still.
Olivia’s heart pounded and her pulse quickened. This kiss was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Jason pulled Olivia’s shirt over her head and back
“No,” she pleaded helplessly, unable to resist Jason.
“I have wanted you desperately since I first laid eyes on you,” Jason growled with longing. “I have ached for you, fantasized about you over and over again, and once even tried to act on my desires.”
Olivia’s breath came ragged as she felt Jason speak into her neck and then trail his mouth down her throat to her collarbone.
“Please,” he begged softly, “Don’t deny me now. I can’t go another day without knowing you.” He emphasized the word knowing so that it sounded illicit and hot.
Olivia knew it was a lost cause and she yielded to her body and desires, as well as Jason’s desires. Feeling her concession, Jason groaned and ran his hands against Olivia’s smooth legs and thighs, allowing his hands to pause at her upper thighs, gently stroking her skin and teasing her underwear hem. Olivia felt Jason’s growing erection against her belly, and she pressed harder into his body.
She pushed her hands inside the back of his jeans, and then slipped her hands under his boxers so she was pressing directly against his ass. She pushed hard, willing his body to press even harder against her. Jason eagerly obliged, pressing so hard against Olivia, that she felt she would crumble into a million pieces. Jason tugged down her underwear, and slipped both hands between her thighs. He spread her open with one hand and brought his other hand to her pussy, rubbing softly. The pace was not fast enough for Olivia and she grinded greedily against his hand.
“You want me,” Jason acknowledged huskily, and in one deft movement, he hoisted her on top of the washer. Olivia hungrily wrapped her legs around Jason’s waist, pulling him to her. She could not get him close enough and she knew the only closeness that would satisfy her would be having Jason inside her. Olivia wrapped her arms around his warm neck, knotting her fingers in Jason’s hair as she had fantasized about doing only minutes before. He closed his eyes, taken over with pleasure and Olivia brought her mouth firmly down to Jason’s.
“Oh, Olivia. What are you doing to me?,” he moaned. Olivia gasped as she felt Jason push her thighs apart, and hungry for what he had in store, she spread her legs even further. Jason brought his mouth to her thighs and blew air softly between them.
“Oh, God,” Olivia moaned, feeling the hot breath blow against her.
“More, please, Jason.”
Jason looked up at Olivia through his eyelashes and put his mouth directly on her pussy, his tongue working her over. Olivia steadied herself in his disheveled hair and pushed his head further between her legs. Olivia whimpered as her head rolled back and she let the delicious sensations wash over her. Nothing else mattered now except Jason and his tongue, making her wetter and wetter, higher and higher.
Jason groaned against her, and the vibration coupled with Jason’s obvious enjoyment, sent Olivia into a thrilling orgasm, her thighs quivering against the cold metal of the washer as she gripped Jason’s hair harder and crying “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over again. After she finished trembling, Jason pulled back to look at her, his mouth glistening with her wetness. He was so hot.
His eyes were dark with desire and he pulled his shirt over his head, and quickly stepped out of his shorts and boxers. He was clearly aroused and ready for action. Olivia reached for his cock, and began to run her hand up and down his shaft, watching Jason’s face twist with ecstasy. More turned on by Jason’s pleasure, she worked faster and harder as Jason trailed his fingers through her wetness. A moan of pleasure escaped Jason’s lips, and he unexpectedly tore her bra off, exposing her swollen, leaking breasts.
At the sight of them, Jason moaned loudly as if he had never seen such glory. Fixated on her breasts, he stepped closer to her, his cock pressing directly against her wet pussy, and he began to devour her breasts. Olivia cried out loudly from both the pleasure and pain as Jason began to twist her nipples and suck, letting the milk run down his chin. Olivia felt the letdown and her milk began to flow freely, and again Jason moaned working furiously to catch the streams shooting from both breasts. Her milk shot across the room, and Olivia thought maybe over-active letdown wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“Holy fuck, Olivia” Jason gasped between mouthfuls. Olivia was grinding against his throbbing cock, and she used her hands to push her breasts together to make it easier for Jason to drink. Jason quickly pulled Olivia off the washer, and placed her gently on the floor. He straddled her, his gorgeous cock aimed at her face as her breasts continued to squirt. He pushed his cock into her mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered and Olivia sucked as if her life depended on it. When he was wet enough, he pulled his cock out and scooted back a bit.
“Push your tits together,” he said gruffly.
“Ohh,” Olivia moaned, realized he was going to titty-fuck her. Jason rammed his cock between her breasts as the milk continued to pour from her nipples and run down the sides of her breasts, soaking his cock. Jason pushed faster and faster between her breasts, watching every moment, pleasure etched all over his face. He stopped abruptly, pulling her up.
“I don’t want to finish like this. I need to be inside you,” he panted as he pulled Olivia up and helped her back on the washer. Somewhere from his crumpled pants, he pulled out a condom and rolled it down, as Olivia whimpered on the washer, spreading her legs as far as they would go and running her hands over her heavy breasts.
Stepping between her legs, he guided himself inside Olivia, filling every inch of her. A deep animal sound came from Olivia’s mouth, and she pushed to meet every thrust. Jason continued to massage her breasts as he drove deeper and deeper. This was a whole new level of passion for Olivia. With every thrust she felt Jason’s need and pent-up lusting for her. His body radiated desire and secret longing. Jason suddenly stopped, his cock stretching her and filling her.
“I don’t want to come yet, Olivia. I’ve fantasized about this for so long.” He rested his head against her breasts, breathing raggedly.
“It’s okay, Jason,” she said, running her hands through his hair. He looked up at her, so much passion filling his eyes. He began to push in and out slowly, savoring every sensation.
“Oh, Jason, please,” Olivia whimpered.
Jason couldn’t resist. His pace quickened, and he poured himself into Olivia. Olivia exploded all around Jason, crying out as her body shuddered uncontrollably. Jason reached his peak, calling out Olivia’s name loudly before resting against her, his head pressed to her breasts. Panting, he pulled back to look at her.
“Olivia, I’ve never experience something this intense with another woman.” He looked at her in amazement.
“Please tell me we can do this again,” he said softly, pulling himself out of her.
Olivia jumped down awkwardly, her body still feeling like sex jelly and hastily began dressing.
“Jason, that was incredible. But Nick would freak if he found out. You know he would.”
Jason’s face fell.
“Please,” Olivia pleaded, “He can’t know. And it can’t happen again.”
“You can’t deny the chemistry between us. It’s nothing even remotely close to what I have with my wife. It would be wrong for us not to do this again,” Jason argued.
Olivia agreed that the sex had been illicitly hot, but she knew how Nick would feel, and guilt was setting in.
“We’ll see,” she said dismissively, “But your wife and kids are waiting for you, and Ellie will be up soon.”
Reluctantly, Jason grabbed his keys and sulkily headed for the door.
“This won’t be the last time,” he promised. After he was gone, Olivia checked to make sure that Ellie was asleep and took a hot shower to clean herself in more ways than one. She thought about the possibility of carrying on an affair with Jason. No doubt, it would be hot and Jason would worship her. She would need to carefully consider her options.
Later that evening, Nick walked in the door while Olivia was making dinner. Ellie was rocking in her swing, and Olivia was standing over the stove in a pair of underwear and a tank top.
“Mmm,” he growled in her ear. Olivia unsure if he was referring to her or the food, cocked her head and grinned.
“I thought I said no panties this morning.”
In one fluid motion, Nick spun her around and pushed her down against the kitchen table. Olivia gasped from the movement and heard Nick fumble with his pants. Pushing her back down with one hand, he roughly pulled her underwear down with his other hand.
“Nick!” she cried out in surprise.
“All day I thought about you,” he said gruffly in response as he pushed her thighs apart with his leg. Olivia panted from the sudden onslaught and pushed her ass higher into the air, knowing Nick would be able to penetrate her deeper this way. A second later Nick drove his cock into her deepest depths and Olivia screamed in pleasure. Nick let out a carnal cry and continued to drive into her. For a split second Olivia wondered if Nick could know about Jason, but knew it wasn’t possible. And she let all thoughts slide away, as Nick began to rub her leaking breasts. Olivia knew she was a slave to her desires and hormones.
“More, Nick,” she moaned. “Harder, faster,” she panted, and Nick, being the good husband that he was, gave Olivia exactly what she begged for.
Milking Vegas: A Lactation Fantasy
By
Jemma Jones
Smashwords EDITION
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PUBLISHED BY:
Jemma Jones for Smashwords
Milking Vegas: A Lactation Fantasy
Copyright © June 2012 by Jemma Jones
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
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