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I held both suction cups to my nipples and closed my eyes. The relief was indescribable. I’d only experienced a proper milk letdown when my pecs got so swollen they hurt and I had to knead them under warm water. This was something else.
Having something sucking my nipples, both at the same time, wasdelightful. The milk started to flow in small spurts. My chest heaving, I breathed through the onslaught of sensations.
Tendrils of pleasure swirled around in my pectorals as the machine sucked with long, regular pulls, drawing my nipples deeper into the cups. I felt the liquid leaving the tips, the flowgetting stronger. I glanced down and gasped at the sight. My nipples looked huge. The transparent silicone surrounding them must make them look bigger. White milk streamed through the tubes. I turned the knob on the machine to increase the intensity.
The burst of pleasure was amazing.
“Fuck!”
My eyes rolled back into my head, and I moaned. This was so damned arousing! I was wet between my ass cheeks.
Without consciously deciding to do it, my hand wrapped around my cock and started to stroke.
Hell yeah.
The machine buzzed, sucking rhythmically. I fumbled for the device and turned the knob again.
“Oh God!”
My cries and moans echoed in the empty bedroom.
I hadn’t intended to turn this into a masturbatory session, but I was helpless against the exhilarating arousal. I spread my legs and found my slick rim. Then I crammed two fingers into my hole.
It was too little. Next time I used the milking machine, I’d have a dildo ready. Because this was heaven! Increased libido? More like a sexual frenzy.
Swearing and groaning, I came all over myself.
My pecs felt softer, and I slowly turned the intensity down. Just lying there and panting, I focused on the sucking, basking in an afterglow I’d never experienced by myself. It felt so very, very nice. Then I remembered the doctor said I shouldn’t overdo it, or I’d lactate even more. Reluctantly, I turned the thing off. The milk bottle was almost full.Wow.
The suction cups fell away, and I checked my nipples.
“Shit.”
They were elongated and puffy. I poked at them with my fingertips. Tender. Smearing drops of milk around them like lotion, I massaged them, watching as they slowly shrank to almost normal. When I pinched them, a flare of pleasure reminded me of the lovely orgasm.
Yep. I’d be doing this again soon.
In the shower, I palmed my pecs. They were blissfully empty, the tension gone. Perfect.
I cleaned the machine, put it back into the tote, and packed it in my luggage along with my favorite vibrator.
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Blue-green eyes blinked at me, feather-soft lashes fluttering, full pink lips puckered up… His skin was light, like rich cream, with a delicious blush covering his cheeks.
Jamie.
He teased his nipples with his fingertips as he took my dick inside him and stared at me with untamed lust in his beautiful face. A yellow light coming from the side made the softest hairs on his cheeks glimmer.
I bucked. The tingle in my knot spread up my shaft and burst into waves of pleasure.
The orgasm was short. I felt like a teen when I used my boxers from last night to catch my cum.
I dropped them on the floor and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Jamie was single. The realization threw my perfectly organized life upside down. I hadn’t been able to think about anything else since yesterday afternoon when he so casually dropped the bomb. I’d called off a hookup I had planned to let off steam. Instead, I spent the night dreaming about my assistant.
