Good 'Till the Last Drop: Lactation Erotica Bundle (6 page)

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Juliet sighed deeply as she rested her head
on the newspaper. She took a small sip of her coffee, and tiptoed
from her seat to check on her sleeping daughter. She was sleeping
peacefully in her swing, and Juliet returned to scanning the
Classified Section.

A new mom, Juliet had her hands full. She
had returned to work part time three weeks ago, and she and her
husband, Matt, argued constantly about money. They were struggling
to make ends meet but it was important to them to have Juliet only
work part time. Desperate, Juliet had decided to scan the
classifieds for any jobs that she could possibly do on the weekends
or at nights when Matt could be home with their daughter.

Coming up with nothing, Juliet bit down on
her nails, fretting about how they would pay the mortgage for the
coming month. She angrily flipped the newspaper over, not wanting
to even look at the word “classifieds.” Glaring at the paper, she
noticed that the personals were on the back. Deciding she could use
a bit of a laugh, she began reading some of the personals. “Sexy
older woman seeking young fox.” “WM, chubby, seeking fellow chubby
chick who enjoys toys.” “Bald and proud looking for kinky life
partner.”

Juliet managed a small smile before an ad at
the bottom of the page caught her eye. “Dom looking for sub.
Generous pay. Lactating wanted.” The words generous pay and
lactation had attracted her attention. She was nursing and she and
Matt always joked that she should find a way to sell her breast
milk because she had so much of it. She had even gone so far as to
look into selling her breast milk to families who had adopted, but
she had no luck in that search. And here, directly in front of her,
was an ad looking for someone who lactated.

Juliet slammed the paper down in frustration
and leapt out of her chair. She began pacing the kitchen floor, her
brain working at top speed. She was actually considering answering
this personal ad. And not only that, but she was thinking of doing
it without telling Matt. She knew Matt wanted her to find a way to
make more money, but she was certain that being a submissive to
someone with a lactation fetish was not what he had in mind.

Before she could change her mind, she
quickly grabbed her cell phone and punched in the number from the
ad.

“Hello?” answered a deep voice.

“Umm- hi – yes, I was just calling because I
happened to see your personal and…” Juliet trailed off.

“Yes,” the husky voice paused, and something
about the pause made Juliet squirm.

“Well, I just wanted some more information.
I’m nursing,” she lamely explained.

There was a sharp intake of breath on the
other line. “So you are lactating?” the voice asked, unable to hide
the quiet thrill of excitement .

“Yes,” Juliet squeaked.

“Have you been a submissive before?”

“No.

“I see,” the voice said quietly.

“But I’m a fast learner!” Juliet blurted
out. Something about the voice was mysterious and sexy, and Juliet
found herself wanting to know who was behind it.

“Then perhaps we should arrange a meeting.
You should wear your hair down and straight. I want you in black
underwear and bra, as well as black heels. Your clothing does not
interest me. Could you meet at eight tomorrow night?”

Juliet’s mind was racing, trying to take in
what the man had said, and also trying to figure out what she would
tell Matt.

“Yes, I can do that,” she said, grabbing a
pen and scribbling down the address. The man lived in a home not
far from Juliet.

“I need your name,” the man said softly.

“Juliet.”

“I am Jonathan, but you will address me as
Sir when you arrive,” he instructed.

“Yes. Umm – see you tomorrow,” Juliet said
hanging up the phone. A nervous thrill ran through her body and she
could not believe what she was about to do. She realized they had
never discussed payment and she groaned, realizing she should have
asked while on the phone. Since Matt was still at work, and her
daughter was still sleeping, Juliet stole upstairs to rifle through
her undergarments drawer. She found a deep plunging black nursing
bra and a thin, gauzy pair of black boyshorts that hugged her ass
in just the right way. Juliet knew this meeting was wrong, but she
couldn’t help the thrilling anticipation she felt for the following
day.

***

The next day flew by, and before she knew
it, Juliet found herself getting out of the shower, cleaned and
freshly shaven. She blew her hair out and then ran a straighter
over it to make sure it was straight, as Jonathan had instructed.
Juliet had told Matt that she was heading out for dinner and drinks
with some of the new moms she had met at Mommy and Me.

After carefully applying her makeup, she
stepped into her boyshorts, carefully pulling them up her thighs,
the material brushing her seductively. She pulled on the bra,
relieved she had bought a sexy nursing bra. Her huge breasts
strained against the material, and Juliet knew within an hour or
two her breasts would be begging for empty as she normally pumped
in the evening.

Next, she slipped into a simple black dress
and made sure to wear her black heels. She stepped in front of the
full-length mirror to observe her reflection, and was happy with
the results. Her dark brown chestnut hair hung in a shiny sheet
down her back, and her large brown eyes shone brightly. The makeup
accented her high cheekbones and she was pleased to see that she
did not look as tired as she felt. Her breasts fought against the
dress, her cleavage deep and on display, but there was nothing
Juliet could do about that. Nursing had turned every outfit into
something revealing.

Juliet slowly made her way downstairs, not
wanting to wake the baby. Matt was lying on the couch, watching
baseball.

“Dang, babe! You look smokin’!” he
exclaimed.

“Thanks,” Juliet said, feeling guilty. She
gave Matt a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t wait up,” she said and
she quietly closed the door behind her. Juliet’s stomach churned
with nerves as she climbed into her car and she was at Jonathan’s
house within ten minutes. She parked halfway down the street,
hoping no one would recognize her car. Her heels clicked along the
pavement as she made her way to the house. It was an older row home
that had been renovated, and now had a wealthy, restored look about
it. Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell and waited.

A moment later the door opened and Juliet
found herself face to face with an unbelievably attractive man who
looked about ten years older than she. He had unruly black hair
with just a touch of grey and bright green eyes. He was tall and
trim and dressed in dark grey slacks and a white button down shirt.
Caught off guard by his handsomeness, Juliet stood stupidly on the
porch until the man asked “Juliet?”

“Yes! Hi,” she held her hand out to shake,
but Jonathan stared at it looking bemused, and then opened the door
to let her in.

“I’m Jonathan. Please come in.”

Juliet stepped into the foyer and looked
around the home. It was small but furnished quite nicely, with dark
furniture and expensive looking paintings on the walls. Just beyond
the foyer, Juliet could make out a kitchen with stainless steel
appliances. Feeling as if she was being watched, she turned around
to see Jonathan shrewdly assessing her.

“Very nice,” he breathed, “You look lovely
so your appearance will not be a problem,” he paused, his eyes
locked on her chest, “and your breasts are incredible,” the last
word was breathy with his excitement, his eyes wild with
desire.

Juliet blushed, unsure of what to say by his
strange compliments.

“Are you interested in hearing the
arrangements?” he asked, dragging his eyes from Juliet’s chest and
looking at her face. Juliet noticed that Jonathan had extremely
large hands and she imagined him cupping her breasts and grabbing
her ass with them. Her mind quickly flitted to Matt, but she pushed
those thoughts aside.

“Yes, please.”

Jonathan beckoned to a small sitting room,
and she followed him before sinking down into a black leather
couch.

“As mentioned on the phone, I am looking for
a submissive. I also have a fondness towards lactating women,
though it is extremely hard to find willing partners, which is why
I am offering a fee. Consider payment as a thank you for your
service. I will get to payment in a moment, but first I want to
discuss what is expected of you,” he stared at Juliet who was
sitting motionless on the couch; she nodded, willing him to
continue.

“I like hair long and straight. Your hair
looks perfect. I also prefer black undergarments. Would you mind
showing me yours?”

It took Juliet a moment to process that
Jonathan had just asked to see her bra and panties; he stared at
her expectantly.

“Oh! Right!” she said, startled by the
business-like manner. She stood up awkwardly, and then grabbed the
hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up, first revealing her lacy
boyshorts and then finally, bringing the dress up to her neck to
reveal her bra.

Jonathan let out a small groan of delight
and motioned for Juliet to lower her dress. Feeling a small sense
of satisfaction, Juliet lowered her dress and retook her seat.

“Yes,” Jonathan croaked, “those will do.”
Trying to regain his thoughts, he shook his head. “Thank you for
pulling your dress back down. I never would have been able to
continue while staring at you in your underwear.”

Juliet blushed again, already feeling the
urge to want to please Jonathan.

“When you come over, you will make your way
to the second bedroom upstairs. Once inside, you will remove your
clothing, leaving only your undergarments and heels on. There is a
closet for you to stow your belongings. Inside you will find a
black collar. Put it around your neck. You will then sit on the
bed, with your feet resting flat on the floor. Do not cross your
legs or ankles. You will place your hands at your side, and hang
your head so that your hair falls across your face. This is how I
want to find you when I enter the room. Are you following so
far?”

Juliet nodded. Get undressed, put on a
collar, sit on the bed, head down.

“There is a black chair in the corner.
Sometimes I will enter the room and sit there, asking you to do
things for me. I may ask you to touch yourself or dance. You will
say ‘Yes, sir’ and follow my instructions. I will drink from your
breasts as I please. In the room there is also a chest of toys and
other accoutrements. I may bind you with rope or scarves before
performing sex acts with you. I also enjoy spanking. So far, are
you comfortable with everything?”

Juliet took a deep breath and nodded. She
could handle being tied up and spanked, in fact, it sounded
erotic.

“I also have a gag that I may use on you. It
is not painful, but I have been told that it can be uncomfortable.
I enjoy anal play but I do not have any anal toys. I much prefer my
own tongue, fingers, and of course my dick.”

Juliet’s eyes widened at the mention of
anal. She and Matt had experimented with butt plugs but they had
never actually had anal sex.

“Are you okay with that?” Jonathan
asked.

“Well, the anal sex frightens me a bit, but
I would be willing to try it. Possibly.”

Jonathan nodded, as if deep in thought.

“With that being said, we need a safe word.
If ever things become too much, you say the word and I stop
immediately. Let’s use the word yellow. I also have a few other
toys such as dildos, vibrators and bullets. But most importantly, I
want you to obey me. I get the most pleasure from ordering you
around.” Jonathan’s eyes flashed darkly on the last words. Juliet
squirmed, feeling a sinful clench within her groin.

“Once we are finished, I will leave the
room. There is a shower in the bathroom that you may use. Once you
are showered and dressed, please come downstairs and have tea with
me.”

Juliet laughed, somewhat manically, from the
bizarre comment coupled with her nerves.

“Tea?” she gasped, trying to regain her
composure.

Jonathan smiled ruefully, “My mother was
British, so I like to think of myself as a gentleman. After I fuck
you six ways from Sunday, I think it’s the least I can do in
offering you a pot of tea. I’ll be sure to have decaf since you are
nursing.”

Realizing he was serious, Juliet was more
turned-on than she could possibly imagine. Something about the tea
had gotten her juices flowing and now she was desperate for
Jonathan, desperate for him to touch her, and desperate to obey his
every wish and command.

“As for payment, I was thinking $500 per
evening. If you please me beyond what I have imagined, I will
increase the payment to $750, or possibly even more..” his voice
trailed off as he studied Juliet, his eyes burning with lust.

While Juliet melted under his burning gaze,
she was also reeling from what he had offered to pay her. Knowing
this technically made her a prostitute did not the diminish the
fact that Jonathan had just offered her an indecent amount of money
for sleeping with him and letting him indulge in his lactation
fantasies. She would worry later about how to explain the money to
Matt.

“I would love to see you at least two nights
a week, if possible. Will you accept my offer?”

“Yes!” Juliet said, and then fearing she had
been too eager with her response, she composed herself, trying to
look demure, and said “yes” more softly.

“Excellent!” he exclaimed, smiling
seductively. “Can we begin tonight?”
Juliet nodded to which Jonathan took in a sharp intake of breath,
clearly enthused by what the night held.

“Then, please head upstairs. It is the
second room on the left.”