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Subject: {ASSM} Milk Money (MF, lactation, prostitution)
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Milk Money (MF, lactation, prostitution)
by Philip Harris
The Internet "Encounters" ad said:
Share Your Milk
Thirsty man is looking for a lactating single
mom who needs a little help paying bills.
20-year-old Karen certainly did need help with paying
bills. And lord knows there was enough milk in her to take
care of a man and take care of the baby too.
But no, this would be prostitution. Once a man enjoyed her
breasts he would want more enjoyment from her.
Not that Karen couldn't use some of that too. All the men
she knew had stayed far away from her ever since her
pregnancy started showing. Now it was just a lonely world
of two--Karen and the baby.
"How much will you pay?" Karen's email reply asked. After
all, it would only be a one-time thing.
Okay, so now Karen's mom was taking care of the baby while
Karen was "on a job interview," and here was the motel room
and Karen was about to go in alone and probably be raped
and everything. Those worries troubled Karen's mind, but
that $100 would really come in handy.
"Hi, are you Karen?" a pleasant-looking man asked when she
knocked on the motel room door. He was a good-looking,
well-dressed white man, maybe 35-years old.
"Uh, yes," Karen answered. "Are you the guy who . . . ?"
"Yes, please come right in. I don't want the motel owner
seeing us discussing things here."
Karen entered the motel room, and the man closed and locked
the door quickly behind her. She looked around and didn't
see any ropes on the bed or anything.
"What should I . . . ?" Karen asked, not finishing her
sentence.
"Oh, I suppose . . . sitting on the bed? Would that be
okay?" he asked.
Karen sat nervously on the bedside and started unbuttoning
her red blouse, but then stopped.
"Oh, I should ask you for the money first," she said.
"Okay, it's right here." He took out his wallet and
counted five twenties onto the bed.
Oh, damn he's got a lot of money, Karen thought, noticing
how full his wallet was. She could really use some more of
that money. Karen took the hundred, folded it once, and
placed it in her jeans pocket.
"Okay," Karen said. Unbuttoning her blouse down to her
waist, she opened up the cups of her nursing bra, exposing
her brown breasts and dark, engorged nipples.
"MMmm! Those look very nice," the guy said, his eyes
shinning. He licked his lips in anticipation. "I wonder,
would you mind taking your top off entirely? And the bra?"
"Uh, okay," Karen answered. She removed her blouse and
bra, and sat before him, naked from the waist up, her
breasts ready.
"Oh, wow, they feel great!" he said, his white hands
grasping Karen's breasts and squeezing them gently, rolling
them. "They feel full; are they sore or anything? I love
feeling them, but I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh no, that feels good," Karen said. "This is about my
baby's usually feeding time, so I feel full of milk, but it
doesn't hurt me or anything."
He pinched at Karen's nipples gently, and pulled on them.
"Uh, like this," Karen said, "If you want to get it
started." She cupped her left hand beneath her left
breast, and plucked at her left nipple with the thumb and
forefinger of her right hand, pinching down near her dark
areola. She pulled much harder and faster than he had, and
in just a moment her white milk made its appearance at the
tip of her nipple. "I used to have to start them for the
baby," she said, "but now he knows to suck hard until it
starts."
The man licked Karen's wet nipple, tasting her with his
tongue.
"Oh that's good!" he said. "You can't believe how long
I've wanted to do this."
His mouth closed hungrily upon Karen's breast and he sucked
her with passion. Soon she felt herself flowing freely.
Wow, having a man do it was different! He sucked her hard,
and seemed to be really enjoying himself with what she was
giving.
Karen felt very horny doing this. Nursing her baby always
aroused her, but of course she ignored that because she was
busy with mommy business. But being a half-naked whore in
a strange man's motel room made Karen feel very horny.
"Oh, oh," Karen started moaning. Her pussy ached for
attention. It felt almost like she was playing with it.
Hearing her, he stopped sucking, and took his mouth from
her nipple. "Does it make you horny to give milk?" he
asked.
"A little," Karen admitted.
"This is making me wicked horny too," he said.
Then he hugged Karen, passionately, holding the naked part
of her body against his, pressing her breasts against his
white business shirt and reaching around to feel the
nakedness of her back.
"Do you mind if I hold you a bit?" he asked. "I haven't
been with a woman for a while, and with you so close, so
naked and giving, well I just want to hold you for a bit."
He kissed her bare shoulder.
Karen didn't say anything. She put her arms around him and
held him too. She knew that she was beginning to surrender
to him. Damn, why could men always get away with things
with her? Karen knew now for sure that he was going to
want to fuck her, and she knew that she needed the money.
She wondered how much she should ask for.
One side of his shirtfront was wet with Karen's milk when
he released her from his hug. His hand found her left
breast again, touched and tugged, and then his mouth closed
upon her left nipple again.
Karen started getting her right breast ready, but he took
over the job while still milking from her left breast. For
several minutes he suckled in moist silence while Karen
squirmed in embarrassed arousal. She eased her hand down
and unbuttoned her jeans at the waist, discreetly trying to
slide her hand inside her jeans for some relief.
"Do you want to take your pants off?" he asked, after a
hard, emptying suck on her left breast.
"Yeah," Karen admitted. She quickly removed her shoes and
jeans, leaving herself naked except for her white panties.
"Your milk is really good," he told her. "Have you ever
tasted it yourself?"
"A little," Karen said, "when I've pumped it for the baby
to have later."
"Ooh, could you pump some for me to have later too?" he
asked.
"The way you're going I don't think there's going to be any
left, for now," she said.
Karen felt guilty about saying no. She also thought about
the money she saw in his wallet.
"Maybe I could pump some for you later, you know, a small
bottle, for some money."
"Do you think you could make me a half pint a day?" he
asked, feeling her breasts as if judging their capacity.
"Well, yes," Karen said. "Do you mean like, every day?"
"Yes," he said, "a half pint, fresh from you every day.
But I'd want to see you make it."
"Maybe," Karen said, doubtfully.
"Excellent," he said. "Now let me finish today's milk. Is
it easier for you to give sitting up, or lying down?"
"I've only tried it sitting up."
"Would you like to lie down on the bed?"
"Okay," Karen said. She didn't really want to, but she was
starting to feel like she was in his control. She felt
really horny, and was anxious about when he was going to
ask her to fuck.
Once Karen lay down, he caressed her whole body with his
hands, even sliding a hand inside her panties and feeling
her bush.
"We only talked about, you know, me giving milk," Karen
prompted.
Without answering her, he pulled back the elastic on
Karen's panties and looked at her pussy. She spread her
legs, letting him see what he wanted to see.
"You're nice everywhere," he said, letting her panties snap
back into place. Unexpectedly, he kissed Karen lightly on
the mouth.
He sucked on Karen's left breast again, finding a little
more milk there. Then he started on her right breast. He
held her breast with one hand while he suckled. His other
hand played with Karen's other breast for a while, and then
began exploring downward.
Soon he stroked Karen's pussy through her panties,
something that she was dying to do herself.
"Does this feel good?" he asked between sucks.
"Yes," Karen said, almost in a moan. She reached down and
directed his hand to the right place, because he wasn't
quite finding the spot.
For the next ten minutes Karen moaned and sighed. His
fingers soon forced their way pass the barrier of her
panties and entered her pussy. Karen orgasmed while giving
milk, something she'd craved doing ever since she started
lactating.
When Karen's second breast was empty, he slid her now-
soaked panties down her hips and off her legs, and began
undressing himself.
"Uh, a hundred dollars," Karen said. "I mean a hundred
more to . . . uh, what you want to do." Damn, she wished
she'd thought of bringing a condom.
"How late can you stay?" he asked.
"Just another hour," Karen said.
"I'll pay you $50 more for this," he said, making it clear
that he set the prices.
It felt wonderful when he plunged his firmly erect cock
into Karen; it was the first cock Karen had inside her in
months. Karen felt very good when he came inside her, very
good. She came too.
He lay on top of Karen afterward, still inside her, resting
himself, caressing her bare shoulders. He kissed Karen on
the forehead.
"How would you like to live in my house?" he asked. "I'm a
bachelor and I need a housekeeper. That way you can
provide me with milk, and this," he pressed his cock into
her more tightly. "I'll provide a private room for you and
your baby, but you'll sleep in my bed at night."
"You mean, and just keep making milk?" Karen asked. "But
what about when . . . ?"
"I've heard that as long as a women keeps nursing, she can
keep producing."
"I don't know about that," Karen said.
"I'll pay you a thousand dollars a week," he offered, "less
if you stop producing. But you'll have to keep house too--
and provide services as a woman."
With him lying on top of her, his semen and manhood inside
her, Karen felt as if she had no choice in the matter. He
was offering to solve her money problems and give her a
place to live with her baby--in return for milk and pussy.
Karen wrapped her arms around him, surrendering. He held
her tightly in return.
She'd only meant to sell him the milk, Karen realized, but
he'd bought the whole dairy.
-end-
The author appreciates comments at pharris_online@yahoo.com
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