Good 'Till the Last Drop: Lactation Erotica Bundle (2 page)

Olivia realized her chest was rising and
falling heavily, her breath coming ragged. Here she was vulnerable
and exposed, her gynecologist having essentially sexually assaulted
her, and Olivia’s body was practically singing in ecstasy. The
prospect of engaging in something dirty with her gyno was
incredibly hot, and Olivia could now readily feel the wetness
between her thighs. Dr. Rustle kept his gaze locked on her and
slowly, deliberately pulled off his white gloves.

“You’ve been wrong to have sex, Olivia,” he
said in a low, almost menacing, voice.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, self-conscious
of the huge roll of paper bunched around her waist.

“You should have waited,” he added, licking
his lips.

“I couldn’t,” Olivia whimpered.

“I can tell you are just aching to be
touched.” And slowly he ran his bare hands against her. She was wet
and willing.

“Ohhh,” Olivia moaned softly, pushing the
paper off her waist and leaning back on her elbows.

“You’re leaking,” Dr. Rustle observed, his
breath catching.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, realizing she forgot
to put in breast pads, and she was missing one of Ellie’s feedings
now, leading her to be extra full.

“Oh my,” he said quietly, reaching up to her
now-wet shirt, running his hands against it and then pushing his
hands under her shirt to feel her breasts. Dr. Rustle exhaled,
clearly aroused and drew back to observe Olivia. Her legs were
still spread-eagle in the stirrups, and her pussy was rising and
falling with each jagged breath. Olivia’s white cotton shirt was
beginning to soak through with milk and her face was filled with
longing and desire.

“Please!” she burst out as, Dr. Rustle stood
between her legs, rubbing himself through his pants. “Please, Dr.
Rustle, please.”
Dr. Rustle looked amused, “Are you asking your doctor to fuck
you?”

Olivia nodded, biting her lip.

“In my humble, medical opinion, I’d agree
that a deep, hard fuck should do wonders for your condition,” his
voice was soft and powerful. Olivia moaned and tried to push her
legs further apart in the stirrups. Dr. Rustle stared at her
darkly, and slid two fingers inside her, circling, and driving her
mad. Olivia’s hands flailed, looking for anything to steady
herself, and she gripped the side of the table. Dr. Rustle’s breath
caught as he watched her writhe and Olivia knew he was turned
on.

“You are so wet,” he breathed and he reached
his other hand to Olivia’s breasts, and pressed against her leaking
nipples and smiled darkly. Olivia let herself go, and came abruptly
and forcefully, feeling the world slip away beneath her as she felt
the paper crinkle and rip under her convulsing body. Dr. Rustle
took advantage of her orgasm, by undoing his pants and discreetly
rolling a condom over his substantial manhood.

Olivia watched and whimpered, and slid
further down the table, needing the doctor to make her whole by
filling her deepest parts. Dr. Rustle moved closer between her
thighs and plunged into Olivia, filling her completely. Olivia bit
down on her lip to silence herself, tasting blood. Dr. Rustle’s
breath hissed through his teeth as he pushed himself into her and
began moaning her name softly. Olivia was insatiable, and she
pressed her hips to meet Dr. Rustle’s every thrust.

Dr. Rustle began to move faster, and Olivia’s
hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperately wanting to
run her hands over his chest. Dr. Rustle stopped her by pinning her
arms at her sides, and then pulling her up into a sitting position
as he continued to push deep within her.

Due to the height of the table, Olivia was
now taller than Dr. Rustle, and he swiftly pulled her shirt to her
neck and yanked her bra downwards so that her engorged breasts fell
out heavily. Dr. Rustle made a sound deep in the back of his throat
and pressed his mouth to the milk that was slowly trickling out of
her nipples, all the while fucking her with abandon. The sensation
was heavenly, and Olivia felt her let down and the milk began to
flow freely. Dr. Rustle moaned in surprise as several streams of
milk shot from each of her nipples.

“Olivia, I’ve never seen a woman with so much
milk,” he said hoarsely, before pressing his lips back to drink. He
continued his thrusting, while thirstily sucking each of her
breasts as if he was a camel in the desert. Between the nipple
sensation, and Dr. Rustle’s deep thrusts, Olivia felt the telltale
building deep within her belly. Her muscles began to clench and her
thighs quivered as she spun out of control again, losing herself in
Dr. Rustle. She whimpered softly as her body began to slow down and
she felt Dr. Rustle shudder then still within her, panting, as he
forced himself to pull of her breasts. Olivia could feel bits of
paper sticking to her sweaty body, and she shifted, hearing the
crackly paper tear. Dr. Rustle was still inside of her, and he
looked deep into her eyes.

“Olivia, had I known you would be such a
willing patient, I would have taken pleasure in your body much
sooner.” He appreciatively ran his hands up and down her bare arms,
leaving goose bumps in his wake.

Olivia smiled lazily, “Oh believe me, Dr.
Rustle, I had no idea you were such a” she paused trying to find
the right word, “thorough doctor.”

Dr. Rustle trailed his fingers over her
breasts, catching the last few drops that were dripping from her
nipples. Never taking his eyes off Olivia’s, he brought his finger
to his mouth, slowly sucking her milk, closing his eyes in pleasure
while savoring the taste.

“I have never been so aroused by a lactating
woman,” he whispered. He pulled himself out of Olivia, stashing the
used condom in the bottom of the trashcan. He began to dress
quickly and Olivia did the same. Dr. Rustle looked sorry to see her
go.
“You will need to come back in three months for your annual exam,”
he said. “Please tell the receptionist that you have cysts and I
would like you booked for a double appointment.”
Olivia looked up alarmed.

“You are perfectly healthy,” he reassured, “I
want the extra time to have my way with you again,” he said, lust
filling his voice. “Do you plan to continue breastfeeding?” he
asked. Olivia nodded, so turned on by the thought of Dr. Rustle
fucking her again on the exam table that she was rendered
speechless.

“Excellent,” he whispered, running his hand
over her pants, stopping between her thighs before pressing firmly
with his thumb.

“Ohh,” Olivia gasped, her knees buckling from
the sensation over her hypersensitive skin. Dr. Rustle quickly
steadied her and smiled sexily.

“Until next time,” he breathed, before
heading out the door and leaving Olivia alone, satiated, in the
exam room.

Later that night, Olivia went to bed while
Nick was still at work. She was still upset that he wasn’t home
until late tonight, and Olivia could already feel the desire
building in her belly. She was aching for release and would need to
settle for the next best thing. She slid into bed, wearing only a
bra, feeling the soft sheets against her skin. She slowly ran her
hand along her thighs, feeling herself, teasing herself for what
was to come. She caressed her hand over her pleasure spot, arching
her back from the sweet sensation. She parted her lips with her
hand and brought her other hand down to pleasure herself. Olivia
became lost in her fantasies of her appointment with Dr.
Rustle.

The next day, Nick was up to greet Olivia. He
kissed her on the cheek, before taking Ellie out of Olivia’s
arms.

“How was your doctor visit?” Nick asked.

Olivia shrugged, trying to hide her blush,
“Fine. Non-eventful. Dr. Rustle said we should have waited the six
weeks before having sex because my stitches aren’t healing
well.”
Nick raised his eyebrows. “And did you tell the good doctor about
your unquenchable desires?”

Olivia laughed uncomfortably. “I just sort of
got embarrassed when he told me.” Nick chuckled.

“I bet you did!”

He continued to go about the kitchen, while
holding Ellie, and Olivia seemed to be in the clear. She had
chalked up her escapades with Dr. Rustle as an over-active libido
and raging hormones. No need to upset Nick in the process, and no
need to think about her annual checkup in three months.

“I’ve asked Jason to swing by today and drop
off a proposal that I need,” Nick mentioned in passing as he handed
Ellie back and reached for his briefcase. Olivia jerked her head
up, her body going rigid at the mention of Jason’s name. Jason was
one of Nick’s clients, one of Nick’s very
handsome
clients.

Jason was married with three children, but he
had always flirted with Olivia. Two years ago at a company
barbeque, Jason had accidentally walked in on Olivia changing out
of her bathing suit. At least, Olivia thought it was an accident.
He apologized profusely and quickly backed out of the room. A few
minutes later when Olivia emerged, Jason was waiting in the
hallway. He pressed Olivia up against the wall and began to kiss
her deeply. Startled, Olivia pushed back, saying Jason had lost his
mind. Jason confessed he always found Olivia sexy and after seeing
her body, he needed to kiss her, to see if there was something
there. Olivia knew they both had been drinking too much, and it was
never brought up again.

The few times Olivia had seen Jason since had
been awkward yet formal, and Olivia preferred to keep it that way.
Nick would lose his mind if he found out. Nick was extremely kinky
and tolerant, but he drew a line when it came to his business. That
was one line Olivia knew better than to cross, no matter how sexy
Jason was.

“Why can’t he just bring it to the office?”
Olivia asked, panicked.

“His family is at the beach for vacation and
he is going to join them. Our house is on the way. No sense making
him drive out to the office. It’s not urgent,” Nick shrugged,
giving Olivia a peck on the cheek before heading out the door.

“Don’t bother wearing panties when I get home
tonight,” he called over his shoulder, smirking.

Olivia felt hot by Nick’s comment and yet
worry was creeping over her. She did not want Jason stopping by,
especially in her hyper-sex-drive state. Maybe she would take Ellie
out for the day, or at least the morning, and hopefully she would
miss Jason and he would just leave the proposal in the door. Ready
to put her new plan in action, Olivia quickly made her way upstairs
to get ready.

Ellie was ready for a nap, so she laid her
down and hurried around her bedroom getting herself dressed.
Realizing her jeans were in the dryer downstairs, she dashed down
the steps in only her shirt and underwear. Retrieving her jeans,
she stepped out of the laundry room and came face to face with
Jason.

Olivia let out a small scream, and Jason
quickly turned his head after noticing Olivia was pantless.

“Shit, shit shit, Olivia!” he exclaimed,
avoiding looking at her, “Why the hell am I always walking in on
you half naked!”
“I don’t know” Olivia hissed, “This is my damn house! Have you
heard of knocking?”

“I did knock! No one answered!” he said
defensively.

“Well, then you should have left the damn
papers in the door! Who the hell walks into other people’s houses?”
she seethed, holding the pants up to cover herself.

Jason slowly turned around, and did his best
to not stare at Olivia’s poor attempt to cover up.

“I just-“ Jason faltered, “The papers were
important. I wanted to make sure Nick got them.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Bull shit. You could have just left them.
I know they are not urgent.”

Jason held his hands up, as if surrendering.
“Really, I am sorry, Olivia,” he said sincerely.

“What happened two years ago – it was foolish
and I had been drinking…” he trailed off but Olivia remained
silent. She wasn’t going to help him.

“I can’t help the fact that you are so damn
attractive, but I should have kept myself in check,” his voice
dropped and he looked embarrassed. Olivia just kept staring at him.
She was beginning to feel a familiar pull in her belly, but she was
going to avoid this at all costs. Jason held Olivia’s gaze before
finally looking away.

“I’m just going to leave this on the counter,
and I’ll be on my way,” he said, placing the proposal on the
counter. He ran his fingers through his dark, unruly hair. Olivia
found the innocent gesture incredibly erotic and fantasized about
knotting her fingers in his dark hair and pulling tightly. She bit
her lip to stop the thoughts and watched Jason turn to walk out the
door. He paused to look back one more time, and Olivia couldn’t
help herself.

“Don’t go,” she whispered hoarsely, not
recognizing her own voice. Those two words, which escaped her lips,
were full of so many unspoken emotions – longing, lust, desire,
need, and secret. Jason’s eyes widened in surprise and filled with
understanding. Olivia dropped the pants she was holding and in two
quick strides Jason was next to her.

One hand wrapped around her pressing firmly
onto her back, crushing her body against his as the other hand
snaked up her neck, and knotted in her hair, pulling her head back
to meet his hungry mouth. He kissed her with unbridled passion, and
Olivia parted her mouth, allowing his tongue to invade her. Olivia
moaned into Jason’s mouth, and Jason kissed her harder still.

Olivia’s heart pounded and her pulse
quickened. This kiss was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Jason pulled Olivia’s shirt over her head and backed her up into
the laundry room until she felt her body press against the cool
metal of the washing machine.
“No,” she pleaded helplessly, unable to resist Jason.

“I have wanted you desperately since I first
laid eyes on you,” Jason growled with longing. “I have ached for
you, fantasized about you over and over again, and once even tried
to act on my desires.”
Olivia’s breath came ragged as she felt Jason speak into her neck
and then trail his mouth down her throat to her collarbone.