Page 11 of Milky

Leche & Herb

“It’s a good thing we already have tonight off from work, eh Herb?” I ask, tidying up the stacks of books on my shelves. Chip is picking us up in ten minutes, and my apartment is a mess. I spent two hours trying on dresses and that left me with just a handful of minutes to tidy up.

Chip is aware of what I’m into so rather than spend time hiding things, I spend my precious few minutes actually cleaning. After returning books to the shelves and records to their sleeves, I spray my favorite lemon cleaner over my coffee table and kitchen counters, and get to wiping. After that, I sweep my floors and use the dustpan– since Herb is in boyfriend mode tonight.

By the time the doorbell rings, my apartment is shiny clean and for once, I’m excited to invite a guy inside. Not just any guy, either.

But Chip.

The greatest guy of all.

I pull open the door and his Axe body spray tangles my senses, rendering me a hot mess for a second. But when I snap out of the sexy scent fog, my tummy clenching, I smile at my date.

“Hi,” Chip says, winking. He tugs at the Fedora on his head, and I love how he’s dressed up, wearing a vintage Sonic the hedgehog t-shirt with a black and white checkered blazer over the top. On his feet are combat boots, and after I take him in, I can’t help myself.

“Wow,” I sigh. “You look so hot.”

He beams, glancing down at his faded shirt. “Thanks, I couldn’t decide between this one or my Goonies one.”

“I love it,” I admit, stepping aside to let him walk past, stealthily sucking in a noseful of his scent. I close the door, admitting something to him. “I was worried you’d be like, I don’t know, a hipster or something because of the cigarette pants and fitted white T you were wearing earlier.”

Chip tips his head back with laughter. “Oh man, yeah, I can see why you thought that. But no, it was laundry day.” He takes me in for the first time, letting out a low whistle of approval.There are things, I’m realizing, that Herb can’t make me feel, no matter how good he sucks my tits and eats me out.

My skin flushes. “Do you like it?” I stare down at my outfit, my nicest dress. White, strapless, lots of beading around the sweetheart neckline, a nice corset core melting into a beautiful, satin mermaid skirt. I smooth my hands down the fabric, admiring the dress again.

He nods. “You look great. That’s a gorgeous dress.”

I smile. “Thanks. It was on clearance at this store called AISLE. All their dresses there were white.” I do a spin for Chip and Herb, though Herb has seen the dress. He ate me out in it once.

“Weird store,” Chip says, “but you look great.” Finally he looks away, peering around my apartment, tipping his head to the side to read book spines, crouching to see what video games I have. He moves through the kitchen and peers down the hall. “Great place you got.”

Nervously, I chew my lip. “All the… you know…stuffdoesn’t weird you out?”

Chip steps toward me, taking my hands in his, his Livestrong bracelet slipping out from beneath his blazer. “I love all the porcelain dolls. Their colonial outfits are great.”

I shake my head. “No, not them. I mean, you know, the kink stuff,” I whisper, still not used to the fact that I don’t have to be shy about my kink with someone. Finally.

He glances around again before his eyes come back to mine. “I think all of your milk paraphernalia is so hot that I can’t really even look at it or else I might get a boner.”

Reaching onto the counter, I grab my boob mug, the one where you can drink out of the top, but you can also drink from the nipple. “I bought this for my future partner. Because I knew that you would come. I mean, I’d hoped I’d find you. And now that I have, this is for you.”

He takes the mug, laughing down at the blubbery porcelain breast. “I like it.”

Smiling, I move to grab Herb but Chip stops me. “Oh, uh, is he coming to dinner?”

I lick my lips. “He doesn’t have to but he was gonna give you road head on the way over.” I look down at Herb’s clean mouth, my nipples hardening. “You love giving road head don’t you, Herb?”

When I meet Chip’s eyes again, they’re wide with excitement. “Does that mean he gives you road head sometimes?”

A memory flashes through my mind. Herb’s hose pinned under my thigh, his mouth trapped to my swollen pussy as I steer down mainstreet toward home, the sun rising in the distance. “The last time he gave me road head was after a very long night at the bookshop and the Inn. We cleaned so much, I was so wound up listening to him run all night. As soon as we got in the van and I cleaned his mouth, he went down on me until I nearly crashed from coming.”

Chip blinks, his mouth opening and closing. “Let’s go to dinner. I’ll carry Herb.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,”Chip howls only one minute after Herb sank his super sucker mouth over his cock. I told Herb I wanted to stroke Chip a few times first, because I’m pretty much in love with his dick after what happened in the bookshop. Those few passes of my fingertips around his bulbous crown and glistening head had him leaking, actual drops of cum slithering down the veins in his shaft as I lightly touched and teased.

As soon as I turned Herb on, he got to work on Chip and now that lucky sucker is about to get a tank-full. I hold Herb by the hose, keeping him down on Chip’s cock.

“Take him deeper,” I urge, loving how I can be the forceful partner right now. When it’s just me and Herb, there’s not a lot of roleplay opportunities. But now? I can be aggressive and it’s fun.

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