Milked By a Doctor by Eva Creed
(Reluctant Lactation Erotica)

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Wendy's milking, with the amount growing each day. When she can't handle it anymore, she sees her doctor, Dr. Davis about it. She wants a cure to her lactation problem, but he's thinking something very different. Just how far is he willing to go, to make her see how erotic breast milk can be? 6373 words. Dubious consent, teasing and denial, and lactation sex. Adults only! All characters over 18.


A large weight came down over my entire backside. It was warm and heavy, and felt a little hairy but smooth. As it slid against my back, I quickly realized that it was Dr. Davis's naked body, sandwiching me between him and the bench. The skin of his torso was pressed up against mine, squeezing me into the cushion as he shifted into place. Something hot and hard poked itself between my butt cheeks, and I felt my face burning up when I realized what it must've been. There was no doubt that Dr. Davis was completely nude, and very much aroused right now.

He started kissing along the nape of my neck. His mouth pressed right up against my flesh, and he sucked and nibbled gently, while his tongue lapped at my skin. While I was still getting used to these new sensations, his arms reached around me and he cupped both of my breasts, swelling and heavy with milk.

"W-Wait... they're sensitive... mmh!"

Ignoring my half-hearted protests, he started to fondle and caress them. The stimulation's overwhelming. With his weight pressing down against me, trying to escape his fingers becomes twice as hard. I have no choice but to endure it, as he has his way with my poor breasts. His hands felt along my fleshy globes and bounced them gently. His fingers trace and tickle along my areolas, teasing me with anticipation for when he would start in on my nipples. I can tell. They're sprung, stiff and aching, ready to release milk at the slightest provocation.

Delicately, he stroked along those sensitive edges, tracing circles with his fingertips, slowly spiraling closer, and closer towards the center. Then his fingers touch my nipples.


I reflexively arc forward, surprised how easily stimulated my tits were in this situation.
But touch is all they do. They tease and rub gently against my stiffened nubs, tickling them lightly, tenderly. It's not enough pressure to milk them. Then they snake their way back across my areolas and start dancing along their outsides again.

"Ahhh... d-don't tease me... I can't take it... just milk me already..!"

But he ignores my plea. His fingers dance towards my nipples, brushing briefly against them, then back away once more. My breasts are getting even heavier. I don't know if it's because of his teasing, but they're aching so badly, it's robbing me of all rational thought. His hot breath grazes my neck. The smell of sweat and musk fills my nostrils, leaving me panting and light-headed.

"C-Come on... they're aching so badly..."

"Well, what should I do? You're the one who said you wanted to stop lactating."

"N-No! That's unfair..! You know what I meant!"

"Do I now?"

He whispered into my ears, nibbling them gently as I writhed in frustration. My arms wrested at their bondage, but there's no give. I can't do anything to help myself. I can't stop him from doing as he pleases.

Again, his fingers graze against my nipples, sending electric pulses rippling through my head. I strain and cry out, feeling tears wetting my blindfold. Despite my terrible need, he's still only teasing my tits. They're going to burst. If I don't relieve them soon, they'll really burst!

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Published January 2, 2013 23 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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