Jamie has no idea what she wants to do with her life. But she finds her calling after a steamy encounter with an English professor who has a fetish for lactating breasts. He pays her for sessions each week. Craving more, she orders him to bring his friend to her house, who also enjoys milky breasts.
Warning! This 5,000 word story includes lactation sex, a threesome, oral sex, and more.
The sound of a knock on the door made Jamie jump from the couch. Was it time already? She looked at the clock. It was six.
She stood up stiffly, wobbling a bit on her pumps. Her nerves were shot. She was about to have her first threesome, and she was filled with anxiety about how she would perform. But it was with a confident air when she opened the door to greet Professor Friedman and his friend.
“Hi,” she stuck out her hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jamie.”
“Rick,” he said simply as he took her hand.
Rick was quite younger than Professor Friedman. His hair was jet-black, his dark eyes roving up and down her body, smiling and nodding appreciatively. He was wearing jeans with a simple white tank top. The Professor was garbed in his usual teacher attire, but no matter, the clothes wouldn’t stay on long.
They followed her inside a little nervously. She walked them into the kitchen and asked if they wanted drinks.
“Whiskey?” Rick asked hopefully.
“Sure,” Jamie purred.
She poured them all a glass and took a gulp from hers. Heat rushed to her groin immediately. Professor Friedman had already drained his and was red-faced.
“Careful, I don’t want you boys to get whiskey dick.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” Rick said with a growl in his voice. He finished his glass, staring hungrily at her push-up bra.
She blushed under his gaze; the alcohol was making her head swim. She was only wearing a white bra and panties. Jamie had a vision of both men tearing at her bra and panties, their rough hands groping her flesh.
Professor Friedman hissed as two small wet spots appeared on her nipples. Rick set his glass down with a thud and approached her. He stroked the top of her bosom and pressed down slightly. “Fuck,” he sighed as milk drenched her bra from the pressure.
Suddenly, the professor was at her side, his nails scraping her shoulder as he pulled the bra strap down. Rick was busy with the other side.
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Published September 4, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.