Katherine is home after having her baby, lonely and bored. But when the sexy mailman shows up with a package, she offers him a drink...from her milk-filled breasts! Soon, this mailman is getting his fill from her tender breasts, and she won't stop until he's full. Warning: This 3100 word story contains hot lactation sex, breast milk, cuckolding, and oral sex. Don't say we didn't warn you!
Peter, the mailman, was standing there. He was sweaty in his postman's outfit, working hard in the hot sun. Katherine had never quite noticed how handsome he was, or his chiseled features, or the way his biceps were exaggerated in his outfit. Peter's eyes widened when he noticed the breast feeding, and he looked embarrassed.
“Very sorry to bother you, ma'am,” he said, sounding contrite. “But I've got a package here that I need you to sign for.”
At his feet was a large brown box. Katherine realized, with some dismay, that it had to be the breast pump she had ordered a few days previously. She was both relieved that it was here, and a little mortified that the mailman might know what it was.
“Don't worry about it,” Katherine said, bending down with one hand to sign the delivery slip. “You look like you could use a glass of water. It must be brutal outside today. If you come in, I can pour you one.”
Peter hesitated, unsure.
“I don't know, ma'am. Seems like you've got your hands full.” He betrayed just a hint of a smile.
“Nonsense. And you can call me Katherine, Pete. You've been our mailman for a few years now, it's only right that we should be on a first name basis.
He rubbed his chin.
“Well, I guess I could use some water. The AC in the mail truck hasn't been running all that well, and it's been a hot one, that's for sure.”
“Come on inside.”
Carrying the package, Peter joined her in the kitchen. Holly gave a last few suckles from Katherine's breast, and was finally finished feeding. Katherine put her back in the crib and hurried back to the kitchen. She fetched a tall glass of ice water and handed it to Peter, who downed it furiously.
“Thank you...Katherine,” Peter said, wiping sweat from his brow. It looked like the water had done him good.
“Want me to get you another glass?” Katherine asked.
“No thanks, that was plenty. I appreciate the hospitality, but I really should get back to my rounds.”
“You don't have to run off,” Katherine said, a hint of sensuality in her voice. She felt an insane heat radiating from her slit, and a crazy thought suddenly ran through her head—what if she gave Peter some of her breast milk? The idea was insane, unreal...and yet, surprisingly hot. It wasn't as if her husband had been doing anything for her lately, sexually. And Pete the mailman was an impressive specimen. Tall, dark and handsome—he probably could have been a mail model, but for some reason he worked for the post office, delivering letters and packages.
Katherine took the beret out of her hair, allowing her chestnut locks to fall all around her shoulders.
“Maybe there's something else I can do for you,” Katherine said, leaning over the table so her face was mere inches away from Peter's.
“I'm not sure what you mean,” Peter said, tugging on his collar nervously. “I appreciate the water, but you don't have to do anything else for me. Really, I'm okay.”
“Are you sure?” Katherine said, curling a strand of hair around her finger. “You know, in the old days, the mailman and the milkman were one in the same. The mailman used to bring cold bottles of milk, way back when. Of course, this was before our time.”
“Uh, that's...interesting, I guess,” Peter said, rubbing the back of his head.
“Would you like some milk?” Katherine asked, leaning even closer to him, nearly whispering every word slowly.
“It's fine,” he said. “You don't have to get me another glass.”
“Who said anything about a glass?”
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Published August 13, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.