Violet has a problem with money; she spends impulsively and far too much. Her exasperated husband sends her to therapy at a place where addictions are removed physically...through the breasts! Will lactation be able to rid her of the secret desires and obsessions in her heart?
Milk Therapy is 7700 words and contains adult situations involving lactation, light bondage and other debauchery. For adults only!
"That's very poetic," I said, still mesmerized by the frothy liquid pouring out of me. "How do I know that this isn't some kind of
Dallas grinned at me wickedly. "I was hoping that you'd ask that. Do you mind?"
He gestured at my covered tits, and I shook my head. It wasn't like I had anything to hide by that point. With a nod, Dallas carefully pulled the left pump up and off of my breasts with a soft 'pop'. He wetted his lips and, before I even had a chance to think about what he was about to do, his lips were around my nipple.
"Oh - god!" I stammered, holding on to the top of his head for support.
I'd never cared much for tit-sucking; it never really did much for me. Other than for the purpose of turning men's heads, I didn't
give a shit about my breasts at all.
What Dallas was doing to me, though, was different. His tongue was like a hot poker against my sensitive flesh, and the heat of his touch sent shivers of pleasure racing down my spine. My lips puckered and I hissed in barely sustained pleasure.
"You don't have to be quiet, you know," Dallas murmured against me. "The walls are ninety-five percent soundproof. Besides, it's not like the other patrons would mind."
"Not...the point..." I panted.
Dallas grinned and wrapped his lips around me once more - and sucked.
"Oh, shit!!!" I howled in a rush of ecstasy. Unlike the sterile, unfeeling machine, Dallas's warm lips were like a direct link to my clitoris. My flowing milk ran into his mouth, flooding him with my overwhelming fluids. I wanted to be embarrassed by the thought, but I was too fucking horny to worry about it at that moment.
"No tricks, Violet," Dallas said, lifting his head from my breast and readjusting the pump back into place on my chest. A small trickle of white milk had trailed out the side of his mouth, and he collected the stray liquid onto his finger. "We don't do tricks here."
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Published February 14, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.