Milk Fresh From The Tap (Milk for Free #3, a Lactation Fantasy story)

3/28/2013 - This book's formatting issues have been solved and the correct book should appear.

Book #3 of the Milk for Free series

I have a small problem€¦overactive breasts. More specifically, overactive milk. My son is seven now, and I€m still producing milk even though he hasn€t fed in years! Not daily, mind you. But sometimes, if something catches me off guard, or I€m extremely horny€¦there they go. I never know when it€s going to hit. I have to say though, I was shocked myself when I went with a group of local moms to an organic dairy farm and my breasts went nuts!

Thank God there was a farmer with years of €œudderly€ excellent experience right there to give me a quick milk. And when a surprising face joined the mix, the experience just jumped up another notch.

Reader Advisory: This story contains erotic acts between consenting adults, including graphic sex, lactation sex, and adult nursing. For mature readers, 18+

Short story: 5,500 words

This short story also appears in the anthology Milk for Free, Volumes 1 - 3.

MILK FOR FREE SERIES:
Book 1: Milk for Mr. Benson
Book 2: My Four Way Milk Merger
Book 3: Milk Fresh From the Tap
Book 4: Milk and Cookies
Book 5: Doctor Milks Me Best
Book 6: Milked by the Doctor and His Intern
Book 7: Professor, Milk Me
Milk For Free: Volumes 1 - 3 (anthology)

EXCERPT:


He spread his arms, encompassing the office. €œI€m sort of an expert on milk, if you couldn€t tell.€

My lips twitched. €œI gathered.€

€œAnd if I€m not mistaken, you still need to empty out, don€t you?€

€œWhat, are you going to offer to let me use one of your milkers?€ I joked. Then I took a half step back when his face was serious, as if I€d hit the nail on the head without even meaning to.

€œNo. I was going to offer you to use me.€

At that, my milk jugs perked up like overeager Labrador Retrievers with the chance to play fetch. I tried to laugh, then realized he was still serious. €œYou want me to€¦use you. You want to suck my tits.€

He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest. €œMilking occurs daily. I oversee it.€
€œYou see women in here, daily, getting their breasts nursed on by adult men.€ What kind of organic farm was this? The idea made me snort in laughter.

€œYou know what I meant. I only wanted to offer the experiment. I thought it would benefit us both.€

I wondered what the benefit for him would be. Sexual? Or just some sort of fetish, a taste for breast milk.

He watched me for a moment longer, and my breasts only swelled and filled more under his watch. But then he shrugged and made an oh well sort of gesture. €œI tried. I€ll lead you back to the group.€

He headed for the door, but right as he opened it, I reacted on impulse. I slammed it the few inches he€d managed to open it.

If I walked out of here now, my breasts would be dripping the rest of the day.

I could express more in the bathroom€¦ Or I could give in. Why not let the expert take over?

I closed my eyes and nodded.