by Jolene Avonn
Dr. Miller held his fingers inside me, as deep as possible, and let me grind against his hand until the major tremors of my orgasm subsided. I was still twitching, all the tiny muscles in my pussy quivering at random, when he slowly slid his fingers free. My legs fell to the side and I stared down at the shiny-faced man grinning between my legs.
“Utterly amazing,” Dr. Miller said. He slowly licked his fingers clean. The act, so natural and yet somehow so naughty, thrilled me. “You taste so good, Kelsey. So good.”
I hadn’t regained my voice. I dropped back on the table and took a huge breath. My breasts rose high above me and. The pump continued its relentless milking.
It still felt wonderful.
“I want this to go on forever,” I sighed.
Dr. Miller clicked a switch on the pump and it slowed.
“We can draw it out,” he said.
I reached a hand out blindly, grasping for his hand or arm or pants, waving wildly. “Come here, Dr. Miller.”
I could hear a smile in his voice. “Oh, I can’t involve myself any more than I already have, Kelsey. Not here, at least. Not in the office. I’ve already done too much.”
“Bullshit!” I said. “I want you. I want you to come over here. I want...your cock.” My cheeks burned. I leaned up again and smacked my hand on the table. “No fair!”
“Believe me, Kelsey,” Dr. Miller said. “I want the same thing you do. I simply cannot risk it with Nurse Dashner roaming the halls.” He paused, straightening his tie, and then added quietly, “There is one more thing, though.”
“What?”
“I’ve always speculated that sensual pleasure could only enhance the, um, milking apparatus.”
The machine hummed and hissed, as if in response. The slow withdrawal of milk had me in a drugged, nearly hallucinatory state. Dr. Miller appeared to be almost glowing, his thickness pressing at his zipper.
“And?” I said, my head nodding.
“And...I’ve developed an attachment. For the table.”
He walked back to the oak cabinet and pulled out another, smaller black case. He set it on the couch and I watched as he assembled what looked like a small electric motor with an attached metal arm.
Then he screwed a large purple dildo on to the arm.
Again, I thought I was hallucinating. I gasped when Dr. Miller turned and presented the second device. He walked to the base of the table and gently pushed my legs aside. He secured the motor to a bracket on the table and bent the arm so the dildo was pointed toward me, long and thick.
“We can adjust the angles for extreme pleasure,” he said quietly. “And then you will have fully automated fulfillment, both at each breast, and here.” He pointed to my pussy. “Would you like to try?”
I stared at the device and then Dr. Miller as if the entire scenario was a dream. I decided that if it was a dream, it was the best possible kind. As my chest swayed side to side, still tugged by the pump, I nodded.
“Excellent,” he murmured. “Just lay back, Kelsey. I’ll add a drop or two of lubricant. Although you’re already, ah, prepared.”
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I felt Dr. Miller reposition me on the table, pushing on my hips until I was aligned properly. I left a trail of wetness on the cushion. He eased my legs apart.
“I’ll prepare the device manually first,” he whispered.
The head of the dildo pressed against my outer lips. It was wide and slippery and cool, a thrill against my pulsing, wet heat. He eased the device forward. He allowed the dildo to spread me, and slid it inside with agonizing patience. The firm rubber cock filled my pussy. Rigid, with a hint of flexibility. Tremendous girth. Unknowable length. Dr. Miller kept guiding the cock until it felt like he’d sent it all the way to my chest.
“Is that okay?” he asked after two ridiculously slow minutes of inserting an inch, then stopping, then inserting more.
“Yes,” I said, and my grunted response surprised me. I was already tensing and squeezing against the cock, wanting to be fucked. The pump was tugging harder again, all of a sudden, and I realized I’d been in a perpetual state of pre-orgasm for an incredible period of time.
“I’ll activate the device now, then. Slow at first.”
I heard a switch flip, and then another faint hum. The cock withdrew about halfway, slowly, and eased forward gently until I was stuffed full.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned. Even though I was wet and ready and desperate to fuck, that cock was big. It stretched me again, filling me completely, and I trembled around it.
“Does that feel nice?” Dr. Miller asked, still between my legs.
“God yes,” I said. “Yesyesyes.”
“Good, Kelsey. You’re doing great. I’m going to leave this on a low setting for a few minutes so you can adjust...and I can watch.”
I could barely hear Dr. Miller. It was taking all of my energy to focus on the two cups on my nipples and the dildo slowly working in and out. I went limp on the table, trying to relax and let the sensations completely take me away. I stared at the ceiling tiles and measured my breaths in time with the cock, pulling in breath when it filled me, and pushing air out when it withdrew.
Dr. Miller turned the office lights down until the room was dim. The only light that remained bright was angled from a corner and illuminated me in a gentle golden glow.
My pulsating body, the shaking cups over my trembling breasts, and the driving cock took center stage. I heard the leather couch creak as Dr. Miller sat down. I closed my eyes. I hoped he was slowly pulling his pants down and off, exposing his rock-hard cock.
The mechanical dildo took a count of ten to withdraw, and another count of ten to insert completely. That’s how slow it moved. After a few minutes, I was rocking my hips up and down and trying to take the thickness more quickly. The teasing machine-fuck was making me half-mad with lust. I gripped the table cushions and groaned louder as the cock slid home.
“More,” I gasped. “More, Dr. Miller. More.”
He appeared at my side. I didn’t even hear him stand up.
“Are you read for an increase in speed?”
“Yes! Oh yes!”
A dial clicked two notches. The cock’s motor hummed louder and the huge member thrust forward with more force. It withdrew quickly, and then surged into me. I sunk my nails through the table cushions to the hard surface below. My toes curled and my legs shook.
“Holy...shit!” I moaned. The cock was pistoning with a vengeance now. I heard two more clicks. The pounding was almost matching my pulse. Thump, thump, thump as the dildo was driven home. It shook my body with each blow.
“Good?” Dr. Miller whispered.
I could only grunt: “Unhunhunh” as the machines worked on, and in, me. I succumbed to the pleasure and kept my eyes squeezed shut. The machines seemed to work in tandem. A suck on my left tit, then my right, then a firm thrust from the cock. Suck, suck, fuck. Suck, suck, fuck. That’s all that was going through my head.
Dr. Miller’s warm voice washed over me. “You deserve this pleasure, Kelsey,” he said softly. His words came from somewhere deep and calm.
I was fucking back against the big dildo now. I raised my hips when it entered me, meeting its thrust with one of my own. I ground against it when it paused for a half-second of full insertion. I tried to work my clit against the wide base before it withdrew and pounded forward again. My pussy was drenching the device. The slick sounds of fucking filled the room. The dildo worked at a slightly upward angle and each time it filled me, it triggered something above and behind my clit, an electric spot that sent shivers up my spine.
The cups pulled on my nipples over and over. Less milk streamed forth. I felt nearly empty, and it was blissful. The cups felt lighter. They released, the suction finally broken as my huge breasts became merely large and spread wide across my chest, temporarily deflated. I released my talon-grip on the table and rubbed the milk-wet globes, pushing them together and letting them relax, enjoying the massage of a now-e
mpty space.
Then, in an instant, I felt Dr. Miller’s hands on my wrists. He slowly pinned my arms by my side, and said, in a ragged voice, “I have a request, Kelsey.”
“What?” I whispered.
“May I taste you?”
I was so glad he wanted to that I nodded frantically, crying out “Yes” between dildo-pounded moans.
His lips were on my right nipple immediately. He pulled the dark, peaked flesh in to his mouth and sucked at the same moment he released my arms.
Dr. Miller squeezed my tit in an expert milking motion. My milk covered his hot, needy tongue. Over and over he milked, moaning and sucking down all but the few drops that dribbled down his chin.
He became more and more ravenous. He clamped two hands to my left breast and repeated his feeding, swallowing hard and letting out a tiny whimper when I clasped my hands on his head and pulled him closer. I buried his face in my pillowy breast and shuddered as he mouthed my nipple.
“So warm,” he moaned. “So good.”
The dildo pounded me relentlessly and Dr. Miller was equally insatiable. He moved from breast to breast, massaging and sucking and squeezing until my chest was flushed a deep red and slick. It was all I could do to cup my breasts for him, presenting myself like a feast. I arched against the table as the dildo pounded me. I heard another click – Dr. Miller must have reached down quickly to twist the dial – and the motorized cock doubled its pace.
This is where I lost track of Dr. Miller. He continued gorging at my breasts, and I know that I felt every second of it and that his eagerness drove me to even greater ecstasy. But I was mostly focused on the hardest, fastest fucking I’d ever received. The huge dildo was pistoning so quickly that I couldn’t track its motions. I was instantly filled, and instantly empty, all at once. I clamped Dr. Miller’s head to my chest and screamed unearthly noises as the machine had its way with me.
I could sense ripples of energy flowing up my midsection each time the cock rammed home. I’m sure my body was rolling in waves, my thighs shaking and my legs flopping as I bucked on the table. My free tit slapped and surged against Dr. Miller’s head while he sucked and groaned. My head slammed back against the table cushion over and over as I felt the dildo pressing against parts of me that had never been thrilled before.
A huge swell rose at the base of my spine – a warm, fiery surge of sheer joy that rapidly covered my entire body in otherworldly bliss. I released Dr. Miller’s head and I felt my arms rise toward the ceiling, as if lifted by this strange force consuming me, and I grasped at phantoms in the air for a second before my hands fell to my thighs. I tugged my legs wider apart. Wider! Wider! my body screamed, and I sat up to watch the savage machine pummeling my cunt. It was a glorious sight – the wide, slippery, relentless cock splitting my deep pink folds. I stared in awe as the machine ravaged me.
Then, with a body-rocking spasm of my hips, I was thrown back by the waterfall of my orgasm. I fell back against the table and thrashed as the cock buried itself in me over and over and over again. My pussy spasmed and gripped against it. I could feel myself stretching and pulling, my lips clinging to the rod like a sheath. I cried out until my voice vanished. All I could do was gasp, hoarse and spent, until Dr. Miller turned the blessed machine off and allowed me to recover.
I don’t know how long that took. I admit that I drifted in to a worn-out, completely sated sleep. I curled on to my side and touched my tender breasts, delighted that they felt so light and normal, and I squeezed my legs together to enjoy the long, slow come down of those million little spasms that follow up a crushing orgasm.
So I’m not sure when I noticed that I was giving Dr. Miller quite the display of my ass as he sat quietly on the couch across the room. I slowly realized that all the machines were unhooked. I was damp with milk and sweat and the abundant slickness on my thighs. With the way I’d curled in on myself, my ass must have looked like a ripe peach perched on the edge of the table. The idea of Dr. Miller’s kind eyes studying my backside gave me a rush.
“You can, if you want,” I said quietly.
No response.
I slid a hand between my legs and slowly massaged myself. I wasn’t sure what he could see, but I knew what he’d be thinking about only one thing.
“I said, you can...if you want, doctor,” I said again, louder this time. “It’s my pleasure.”
For the second time that day, he was at my side without a sound.
“Do you mean this, Kelsey?” he said softly, right next to my ear.
“Yes,” I said.
He already had his cock out and ready. He didn’t have to do much to angle my ass toward the edge of the table, where my pussy lined up perfectly with his member. He left me on my side and took me from behind.
Let me tell you, I thought my pussy would be numb and spent from the machine. It wasn’t. Not when Dr. Miller’s wide cockhead slid inside. He was well-endowed, and he was as hard as marble after watching me on the table. He gripped my ass with one hand and a breast with the other, tight, fingertips digging deep. Then he began to pound me with an urgency reserved for the most lust-starved men.
I held tight to the table and tried to give Dr. Miller the best fuck I could. It wasn’t hard – he had me moaning and surging back against him almost immediately. He reached between my legs and massaged my clit as he fucked. He worked in a rhythmic, circular motion, alternating between hard thrusts, and I responded by gripping down hard on his cock.
He grunted and flexed against me. I pressed a hand over his, compressing my breast, and prepared for the impending explosion. Sweat dripped from his temples as he flew in to a more ragged, haphazard pace. Then, Dr. Miller’s eyes went wide in a kind of orgasmic shock. His abs spasmed, sending his cock deep, and then I felt his cockhead swell as he unleashed his first jet of come.
Dr. Miller slammed against me two more times. Then he withdrew and sent four or five more streams of his creamy load over my hips, belly, and breasts. We both watched, each half-amazed, as his cock twitched and spurted. I slowly rubbed my breasts together, feeling the cool, slippery semen between my fingers and all over my breasts. I brought a finger to my lips and licked it clean. Dr. Miller’s come was salty-fresh, and I went back for more and more, consuming his load as he’d sucked down my milk. He tasted like raw sex and I couldn’t get enough.
Dr. Miller watched as if he couldn’t quite believe what had happened. He wobbled on shaky legs. He hadn’t even removed his shirt – his half-hard cock poked between his untucked shirttails and bobbed in front of him crazily as he shifted from one foot to the other.
Having finally licked my fingers clean, I smiled up at him.
“This,” I said, reaching out to pet his shaft, “was much better than any lactation consultant.”
Dr. Miller shook his head like he was trying to get rid of cobwebs. He flinched when I brushed my fingers across his tip. “I’d have to agree, Kelsey. That was, quite frankly, incredible.”
“Indeed,” I said.
I eased myself off the table and took Dr. Miller by the hand, guiding him to the couch. We both sat down. I leaned against him, and he put his arm around me.
“I really do feel so much better,” I said. “I feel, finally, completely empty.”
“Good,” he said. “The machine performed as I’d hoped.”
“Good,” I mimicked. “A miracle of engineering.”
Dr. Miller laughed.
“But how long will this last?” I asked. “Forever? Did this fix my...issue?”
“I’d guess that, barring any new developments, you’ll reach your full capacity again some time next week.”
“Next week!”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
“Then what will I do?”
Dr. Miller pulled his arm away from my shoulder and took my hand. He looked at me, his head tilted down slightly.
“What do you think?” he said. “Nurse Dashner will set up another appointment, just like she always does. And trust me
, Kelsey. Those are not my only machines.”
~~~
After I’d composed myself and gotten dressed, I left Dr. Miller’s exam room and walked down a long hallway toward the reception desk. I set the chilled canister of my milk on the counter with a thump. Nurse Dashner shuffled papers and ignored me until I tapped on the sliding glass door separating her from the rest of the world.
“What is it, Miss Lane?”
I tried to remain straight-faced.
“Dr. Miller said I should come again – I mean come back – next week.”
Nurse Dashner squinted at me, narrowing her stare to an accusation.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes.”
“Still having your troubles, are you?”
“You could say that.”
“I’m not sure we have a slot next week.”
“He said he could squeeze me in, for sure.”
Nurse Dashner harrumphed.
“Whatever,” she said. “All we have is next Wednesday at 4:30. Try to be on time, Miss Lane.”
“Oh, I will,” I said, heading for the door, the canister swinging at my side. “I certainly will.”
END
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If you’re interested in more kinky milking stories, be sure to read Abby’s two-part fantasy: Milk Me, Please! and Milk Me More!, as well as The Milking Affair.
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Ellie Saxx writes a wide variety of explicit erotic stories. If you enjoyed “Milk Me, Doctor!” you might consider some of these similar stories from her catalog of 40+ titles:
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