Billion Dollar Milkmaid (2 page)

Amy ran her hands down between her breasts and beneath them. She took the large flesh, swollen with milk in her hands and massaged them gently.

She didn’t want to repeat the awkward scene in the office. She wanted this to be good for the both of them.

“I’m all sore. My breasts are too full.” Her voice was low and breathy.

Amy peaked down and saw that Mr. King’s pants had grown tighter. A large bulge ran down his leg. She suddenly had the urge to wrap her lips around his cock and suck. She wondered if this was similar to how he felt about her breasts. “Are you going to milk me?”

He inched closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. Amy held her breasts in place and waited.

A small drop of milk dripped down from her left breast. When Mr. King saw it he lost his composure. He buried his face in her breast and began to suck.

Amy inhaled sharply. The sensation was different than earlier in the day, now he acted forcefully. Her nipples felt pinched, as he sucked the milk from her breast. It was a new feeling, one she couldn’t quite qualify, but it wasn’t displeasing. In fact, Amy felt a growing sense of arousal. The way he stimulated her nipples kindled a dormant passion inside her. A passion she never would have guessed she possessed.

By the time Mr. King had emptied her left breast and moved onto the right, Amy was breathing hard, her heart racing.

When he took her other nipple in his mouth, she moaned. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed him towards her breast encouraging him on.

A tingling sensation started in her nipple and spread throughout her breast. The feeling continued down, deep inside her, until finally the first jolt of an orgasm shot up and down her spine. Her body was wracked with little earthquakes. She began to writhe and groan in ecstasy as the chills emanating from her over-stimulated nipples flooded her body.

Mr. King wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass. He squeezed tight while he sucked on her breast. Her body had a mind of its own and he was having difficulty feeding from her while she contorted and wiggled. Not that he didn’t appreciate her enthusiasm. He was thrilled to find a partner who took as much pleasure from breastfeeding as he did. Long after, he’d drained her breast, he continued to suck. He enjoyed watching the pleasure it gave her.

When she climaxed he pulled away. His cock was stiff and hard in his pants. He usually came while feeding, but he worked hard to hold off. He sensed there was something more in store for them that evening. He was right.

Amy kissed him between gasps for breath. She could taste her milk in his mouth. It was sweet and strong. Her tongue ran over his lips and prodded his mouth.

Mr. King forced her onto her back and pulled up her dress. Amy spread her legs wide. She hadn’t worn underwear that evening. He stared down at her bare vagina. It was pink and wet.

Without hesitation, he buried his face between her legs. He sucked on her clit just as enthusiastically as he had her nipples.

Amy felt a second orgasm coming on. Her fingers dug into the rug she lay on, desperate for something to grip.

His tongue passed over, under and around her vagina. Amy moaned.

Mr. King unzipped his pants and began to masturbate himself while he ate her out. He found himself moaning while he went down on her. Amy giggled as he juggled between pleasuring her and himself. He managed it well though, she had to give him credit.

His soft full lips sucked her vagina. His long tongue explored deep inside her. Its wet surface slipping over her g-spot, making her cry out to stop, while really she meant the opposite. He continued on until finally they had both come.

They laid together in front of the fire trying to catch their breath. Amy stole a glance at him. He looked back, and they both burst out into laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked.

“I don’t know why are you laughing?”

They got control of themselves and fell into an awkward silence. “That was amazing,” Amy said seriously. “I never thought- I just never thought…” She smiled. She had no idea of how to describe the experience. There was nothing to compare it to.

Mr. King kissed her. “I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

Amy caught herself biting her thumb, the same way Mr. King had. She felt herself blush like a school girl.

“Oh,” he said, “I bought you a present.” He jumped up.

On the coffee table was a box wrapped and tied with a bow. He sat it down on the floor beside her. “For you,” he said.

Amy sat up and stared at it. It had been ages since she’d received a gift. An envelope was tucked into the bow. She pulled it out.

“Oh wait,” he said. “Open that last. The present first.”

Amy pulled the bow off and tore the paper, revealing a box with a strange image on the front. She pulled it closer to the firelight to better see it. There was a plastic mask-like contraption with tubes on the cover. Amy squinted.

“It’s a breast pump,” he said. “For when you’re at home.”

Amy looked at him dumbfounded, then started cracking up laughing. “You can’t be serious.”

Mr. King’s smile faded. “It’s part of the arrangement.”

“Yes, I know. I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought maybe- never mind. I’ll get to work right away boss.” She winked at him and began laughing again.

“Well, open the envelope.”

Obediently, Amy opened it and peaked inside. It was a check. She took it out and saw the figure of forty thousand dollars, twice the amount they had agreed upon.

“I knew that would make you smile,” Mr. King said and kissed her.

“Thank you, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s business and you’re very good at it.”

Right, business, she thought sadly.

Mr. King watched her closely. He stretched out on the rug like a cat. Coming to some conclusion, he rubbed his face and clapped his hands. “Well it’s getting late. You should be off. You need your sleep. I’ll call and arrange for another session soon.”

“Of course, a session.” Amy felt dispirited. She dressed quickly and headed for the door.

“The driver will take you home.”

Amy avoided his eyes.

“Hey,” he said. He brought her face to his and kissed her. “This is only the beginning.”

Amy smiled. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Plus, she had her check and lest she forget, her breast pump to keep her company. She began to laugh again.

He studied her closely. “You are a curious creature.”

“Curious, is certainly one of many words I could use to describe you,” she said.

Mr. King smiled and shrugged. Amy left the house and walked to her waiting car.

“Another session soon! Don’t forget,” he shouted. Amy waved the check in the air and blew a kiss to him.

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