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“Please,” he begged softly, “Don’t deny me
now. I can’t go another day without
knowing
you.” He
emphasized the word knowing so that it sounded illicit and hot.

Olivia knew it was a lost cause and she
yielded to her body and desires, as well as Jason’s desires.
Feeling her concession, Jason groaned and ran his hands against
Olivia’s smooth legs and thighs, allowing his hands to pause at her
upper thighs, gently stroking her skin and teasing her underwear
hem. Olivia felt Jason’s growing erection against her belly, and
she pressed harder into his body.

She pushed her hands inside the back of his
jeans, and then slipped her hands under his boxers so she was
pressing directly against his ass. She pushed hard, willing his
body to press even harder against her. Jason eagerly obliged,
pressing so hard against Olivia, that she felt she would crumble
into a million pieces. Jason tugged down her underwear, and slipped
both hands between her thighs. He spread her open with one hand and
brought his other hand to her pussy, rubbing softly. The pace was
not fast enough for Olivia and she grinded greedily against his
hand.

“You want me,” Jason acknowledged huskily,
and in one deft movement, he hoisted her on top of the washer.
Olivia hungrily wrapped her legs around Jason’s waist, pulling him
to her. She could not get him close enough and she knew the only
closeness that would satisfy her would be having Jason inside her.
Olivia wrapped her arms around his warm neck, knotting her fingers
in Jason’s hair as she had fantasized about doing only minutes
before. He closed his eyes, taken over with pleasure and Olivia
brought her mouth firmly down to Jason’s.

“Oh, Olivia. What are you doing to me?,” he
moaned. Olivia gasped as she felt Jason push her thighs apart, and
hungry for what he had in store, she spread her legs even further.
Jason brought his mouth to her thighs and blew air softly between
them.

“Oh, God,” Olivia moaned, feeling the hot
breath blow against her.
“More, please, Jason.”

Jason looked up at Olivia through his
eyelashes and put his mouth directly on her pussy, his tongue
working her over. Olivia steadied herself in his disheveled hair
and pushed his head further between her legs. Olivia whimpered as
her head rolled back and she let the delicious sensations wash over
her. Nothing else mattered now except Jason and his tongue, making
her wetter and wetter, higher and higher.

Jason groaned against her, and the vibration
coupled with Jason’s obvious enjoyment, sent Olivia into a
thrilling orgasm, her thighs quivering against the cold metal of
the washer as she gripped Jason’s hair harder and crying “Yes, yes,
yes,” over and over again. After she finished trembling, Jason
pulled back to look at her, his mouth glistening with her wetness.
He was so hot.

His eyes were dark with desire and he pulled
his shirt over his head, and quickly stepped out of his shorts and
boxers. He was clearly aroused and ready for action. Olivia reached
for his cock, and began to run her hand up and down his shaft,
watching Jason’s face twist with ecstasy. More turned on by Jason’s
pleasure, she worked faster and harder as Jason trailed his fingers
through her wetness. A moan of pleasure escaped Jason’s lips, and
he unexpectedly tore her bra off, exposing her swollen, leaking
breasts.

At the sight of them, Jason moaned loudly as
if he had never seen such glory. Fixated on her breasts, he stepped
closer to her, his cock pressing directly against her wet pussy,
and he began to devour her breasts. Olivia cried out loudly from
both the pleasure and pain as Jason began to twist her nipples and
suck, letting the milk run down his chin. Olivia felt the letdown
and her milk began to flow freely, and again Jason moaned working
furiously to catch the streams shooting from both breasts. Her milk
shot across the room, and Olivia thought maybe over-active letdown
wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

“Holy fuck, Olivia” Jason gasped between
mouthfuls. Olivia was grinding against his throbbing cock, and she
used her hands to push her breasts together to make it easier for
Jason to drink. Jason quickly pulled Olivia off the washer, and
placed her gently on the floor. He straddled her, his gorgeous cock
aimed at her face as her breasts continued to squirt. He pushed his
cock into her mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered and Olivia sucked as if her life depended on it.
When he was wet enough, he pulled his cock out and scooted back a
bit.

“Push your tits together,” he said
gruffly.

“Ohh,” Olivia moaned, realized he was going
to titty-fuck her. Jason rammed his cock between her breasts as the
milk continued to pour from her nipples and run down the sides of
her breasts, soaking his cock. Jason pushed faster and faster
between her breasts, watching every moment, pleasure etched all
over his face. He stopped abruptly, pulling her up.

“I don’t want to finish like this. I need to
be inside you,” he panted as he pulled Olivia up and helped her
back on the washer. Somewhere from his crumpled pants, he pulled
out a condom and rolled it down, as Olivia whimpered on the washer,
spreading her legs as far as they would go and running her hands
over her heavy breasts.

Stepping between her legs, he guided himself
inside Olivia, filling every inch of her. A deep animal sound came
from Olivia’s mouth, and she pushed to meet every thrust. Jason
continued to massage her breasts as he drove deeper and deeper.
This was a whole new level of passion for Olivia. With every thrust
she felt Jason’s need and pent-up lusting for her. His body
radiated desire and secret longing. Jason suddenly stopped, his
cock stretching her and filling her.

“I don’t want to come yet, Olivia. I’ve
fantasized about this for so long.” He rested his head against her
breasts, breathing raggedly.

“It’s okay, Jason,” she said, running her
hands through his hair. He looked up at her, so much passion
filling his eyes. He began to push in and out slowly, savoring
every sensation.

“Oh, Jason, please,” Olivia whimpered.
Jason couldn’t resist. His pace quickened, and he poured himself
into Olivia. Olivia exploded all around Jason, crying out as her
body shuddered uncontrollably. Jason reached his peak, calling out
Olivia’s name loudly before resting against her, his head pressed
to her breasts. Panting, he pulled back to look at her.

“Olivia, I’ve never experience something this
intense with another woman.” He looked at her in amazement.
“Please tell me we can do this again,” he said softly, pulling
himself out of her.

Olivia jumped down awkwardly, her body still
feeling like sex jelly and hastily began dressing.

“Jason, that was incredible. But Nick would
freak if he found out. You know he would.”
Jason’s face fell.

“Please,” Olivia pleaded, “He can’t know. And
it can’t happen again.”
“You can’t deny the chemistry between us. It’s nothing even
remotely close to what I have with my wife. It would be wrong for
us not to do this again,” Jason argued.

Olivia agreed that the sex had been illicitly
hot, but she knew how Nick would feel, and guilt was setting
in.

“We’ll see,” she said dismissively, “But your
wife and kids are waiting for you, and Ellie will be up soon.”

Reluctantly, Jason grabbed his keys and
sulkily headed for the door.

“This won’t be the last time,” he promised.
After he was gone, Olivia checked to make sure that Ellie was
asleep and took a hot shower to clean herself in more ways than
one. She thought about the possibility of carrying on an affair
with Jason. No doubt, it would be hot and Jason would worship her.
She would need to carefully consider her options.

Later that evening, Nick walked in the door
while Olivia was making dinner. Ellie was rocking in her swing, and
Olivia was standing over the stove in a pair of underwear and a
tank top.

“Mmm,” he growled in her ear. Olivia unsure
if he was referring to her or the food, cocked her head and
grinned.

“I thought I said no panties this
morning.”

In one fluid motion, Nick spun her around and
pushed her down against the kitchen table. Olivia gasped from the
movement and heard Nick fumble with his pants. Pushing her back
down with one hand, he roughly pulled her underwear down with his
other hand.

“Nick!” she cried out in surprise.

“All day I thought about you,” he said
gruffly in response as he pushed her thighs apart with his leg.
Olivia panted from the sudden onslaught and pushed her ass higher
into the air, knowing Nick would be able to penetrate her deeper
this way. A second later Nick drove his cock into her deepest
depths and Olivia screamed in pleasure. Nick let out a carnal cry
and continued to drive into her. For a split second Olivia wondered
if Nick could know about Jason, but knew it wasn’t possible. And
she let all thoughts slide away, as Nick began to rub her leaking
breasts. Olivia knew she was a slave to her desires and
hormones.

“More, Nick,” she moaned. “Harder, faster,”
she panted, and Nick, being the good husband that he was, gave
Olivia exactly what she begged for.

Milking Vegas: A Lactation
Fantasy

By

Jemma Jones

Smashwords EDITION

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PUBLISHED BY:

Jemma Jones for Smashwords

Milking Vegas: A Lactation
Fantasy

Copyright © June 2012 by Jemma Jones

This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. The material in
this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for
mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18
years of age.

Adult Material

Bree sat on her suitcase, bouncing on top of
it to force it shut. Finally, she managed to reach around and drag
the zipper across the protesting ridges. She sighed with relief and
went downstairs to say goodbye to her husband and son. She paused
to look at her reflection in the mirror on the landing of the
stairs. Her honey-hued brown hair rested in soft waves down her
back, and her face was smooth and glowing thanks to a touch of
makeup. Her green eyes looked bright and rested and Bree was amazed
at what a night of sleep, along with a blow dryer and some makeup,
could do.

She walked into the kitchen and scooped her
son, Miles, out of her husband’s arms. Lance, her husband,
appraised her looks and smiled seductively.

“Any time for a quickie before you head to
the airport?” he asked. Regretfully, Bree shook her head. Bree was
wearing a short black skirt, with a curve hugging pink tank top.
Her breasts were pushed up high and her cleavage bounced ever so
slightly as she walked. Sighing, Lance trudged upstairs to lug her
suitcase down the steps and into Bree’s waiting car trunk. Lance
came back in for Miles and they walked Bree out to the car.

“Bye, Miles,” Bree cooed, kissing her son on
the head. Miles was only two months old and she would miss him over
the long weekend.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Lance said
darkly, kissing Bree on the lips. Bree gazed at him innocently,
“Like what?” she asked.

“You know what,” Lance warned. Bree smiled to
herself, if only Lance knew what she had planned.

“Take good care of Miles,” Bree admonished
and with one more swift kiss, she climbed into the car and sped off
for the airport.

Freedom. Bree was off to Las Vegas for a
bachelorette weekend and she took the phrase “What happens in
Vegas, stays in Vegas” to heart. She loved being a mother, but she
had just spent eight grueling weeks adjusting to life with a
newborn. She was going to let her hair down and be wild for the
next three days.

Bree was breastfeeding and had packed her
breast pump, but she had no intention of even taking the pump on
the plane. Bree had decided she would seek other options for
keeping her milk supply up during the weekend. She knew she would
be able to find plenty of kinky partners who would be more than
willing to press their lips to her swollen breasts and drink to
their hearts’ content.

While Lance enjoyed her new, enormous breasts
he viewed them mainly as a feeding source. Bree reveled in her new
shape and had begged for Lance to drink her milk, the thought kinky
and risqué. Since Lance had refused to partake, Bree decided she
would use this weekend to indulge in her hottest fantasies. She was
going to make the most of this trip.

***

As the plane touched down, Bree squinted to
see the Vegas skyline rise out from the crop of desert. Her best
friend, and bride-to-be, Dana, squeezed her arm excitedly, while
their other friend Lindsay, bounced in her seat from excitement.
Luckily for Bree and Lindsay, Dana was marrying a very wealthy man
who was paying for this trip and putting them up in the nicest
hotel on the strip, The Wynn.

Bree was the only one of her friends who had
children. Lindsay had married the year before, and Bree knew they
weren’t ready to start a family. Bree loved motherhood so far, but
she needed this child-free weekend. She figured what Lance didn’t
know, wouldn’t hurt him. She fully intended to return home to her
husband and son and slip right back into their regular routine,
with Lance none the wiser.

The women exited the plane, picked up their
luggage and were ushered into an air-conditioned private car. The
dry heat hit the women like a hot tidal wave and they moaned in
disgust as they climbed into the car. The heat here was dry and
suffocating, like walking into a sauna.