Milked by Master: A BWWM Lactation Romance, Box Set (5 page)

           
Clara: Yep got it n
then some

ty ur really amazing.

           
Farmer6969: thx. I
always save my best work for u.

           
Clara: ur sweet


           
Farmer6969: I try ;)
What r u doin.

           
Clara: Guess ;)

           
Farmer6969: I could
guess but I think I already know.

           
Clara looked at the
screen for a moment and took a deep breath. The baby was at her Mom’s
house for the night and she could do with a little night cap…
and some company. She bit her bottom lip. She knew she was ready to
take the next step and meet in person, but at her house? What if he
turned out to be crazy? What if they didn’t hit it off in
person?

Farmer6969:
r u there?

 
Tapping
the sides of her phone Clara had an idea.

Clara:
yes, im here, sorry. had a rough few days. R u free for a drink?

Farmer6969:
sure…if ur sure…

Clara:
if its too late for u I understand…

Farmer6969:
no not too late. where?

Clara
gave him the address of a bar a few blocks away from her house,
agreeing to meet him there in half an hour. As she slipped on her
most flattering v-neck black dress, she turned from side to side to
check out every angle. Her almond eyes narrowed as she caught sight
of some sneaky cellulite.
Come
hell or
high
water I’m hitting the gym first thing Monday morning,
she vowed before she grabbed her shawl, clutch and dashed through the
door.

CHAPTER
FIVE

Clara’s
throaty laugh echoed along with the click of her heels against the
pavement into the dark sky. She couldn’t remember the last time
she’d had such enriching conversation with a man. Looking up at
him now, she found herself mesmerized by his swagger. He was even
more gorgeous than she’d pieced together from his sexts and
their chemistry was just as strong in person as it was online. Clara
spotted him right away when she arrived a few minutes late to the
lounge, leaning against the top exchanging casual banter with the
bartender. His expression softened once he caught sight of Clara. Her
heart nearly jumped in her throat when he stood up to introduce
himself.

“
Clara?
I’m Drew.” his voice was so deep and gravelly that it
nearly melted her panties.

“
Hi!”
Clara flashed a bright smile, ignoring the smoldering heat between
her legs. He was just over six foot with dark brown hair that touted
a sprinkle of salt tinted strands. His expressive hazel brown eyes
bore into her as he pressed his lips together at the sight of her.
His smooth snowy skin had only a hint of a shadow. His tailored white
button up and creased gray trousers  As she held out her hand to
him, he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it-slowly…sensually.
Clara felt her knees weaken. She wanted to rip off her dress and let
him take her on top of the bar. “N-nice to meet you Farm- I
mean Drew,” she stammered. “Finally!” she guffawed
a little too loudly.

Drew
smiled down at her. He knew she was nervous and he found it
endearing. He felt his cock come alive through his trousers as he
motioned for her to go ahead of him. Her tight black dress against
her dark skin hugged her curvaceous bottom like a glove. His dick
swelled as he put his hand on the small of her lower back to lead her
towards her seat.

The
heat from his massive hand on her lower back made Clara go limp. As
she perched herself atop the bar stool she did everything she could
to recover from her goofy intro.
Get
yourself together girl
,
she silently berated herself
.
Your waist is tight-enough, your cleavage is right. Make him want you
as much as you want him!
Tossing
her head back, she turned on the charm. “So…this is
you,” she said seductively.

“
This
is me,” Drew grinned mischievously, gazing at her supple curvy
form. He’d had an idea of how beautiful she was from the
pictures they’d exchanged but they did her no justice.
What
a goddess,
he thought as he took in her wild dark hair, her smooth caramel skin,
the arc of her cheek and the curl in her luscious lips.
Those
lips…
His
manhood sprang to life as his mind began to wander into his depraved
rolodex of fantasies. While Clara kept talking, his eyes
clandestinely floated to the growing wet spots in the middle of her
bountiful chocolate udders. Even through her black dress the seeping
was obvious. He couldn’t stop his mouth watering at the thought
of wrapping his tongue around her dark succulent nipples and filling
his gut with her sweet nourishment.

“
You
know,” Clara continued, fully aware that she’d sprung a
leak. “I wanted to thank you,” she looked down at her
martini glass and slowly traced the rim.

“
For
what?” Drew’s voice was low and sensual. He took a sip of
his scotch.
God
she’s beautiful. Play cool, don’t come on too strong or
you’ll scare her off.
He
silently coached himself. He shot Clara a warm smile. Looking up at
him, Clara spotted gentle crow’s feet creases at the corners of
his eyes. His teeth were big and bright. He had a boyish charm about
him despite the physical hints of maturity.

“
Well,
just in case this is the only conversation we have in person,”
she said slightly slurring her speech. “I think it’s only
right of me to thank you for being so kind and understanding. I’m
going through a tough time right now…” she trailed off
at the feeling of his strong warm pale hand on her mocha knee. As he
gave her a firm squeeze, Clara sighed, trying to ignore the tingling
tickle in her pussy and the buzz slowly seeping into her brain
.
Damn… his hands…
she
thought as she averted her gaze from him once more. The intensity and
kindness in his eyes sent shock waves hurdling through her body.

“
Clara?”
Drew asked, concerned. “Are you alright?” She hadn’t
finished her thought and seemed to be in a haze. Giving a little wave
at the bartender, he thought fast. “Can we have some ice water
for my friend here? You must make one hell of a martini,” he
joked. Beaming, the bartender complied. Drew picked up the cool rocks
glass and gently pressed it to Clara’s temple.

“
Mmm,”
Clara moaned huskily, biting her plump bottom lip. Drew felt his cock
flex against his zipper as he took her in, mesmerized by her
seduction. He could already feel her lips encircling his manhood as
he’d imagined so many times before.
Those
pouty lips… that succulent mouth… that silky brown
skin…
His
throbbing manhood ached to be set free. Shifting on the barstool,
Drew moved his hand from her knee to the fullest part of her thigh,
hoping she wouldn’t be scared off by his raging hard on.

 “
Thank
you,” she said, taking the glass from him. Shaking herself back
to attention, she chuckled. “Wow, uhhh… It’s just
between the baby and you know, everything... It has been a while
since I’ve had a good drink,” she quickly explained
between sips. As the cool liquid slid down her throat she closed her
eyes. For a second she fantasized that it was Drew’s salty sap
trickling into her.

“
No
need to explain,” Drew laughed.

“
Oooh,
It’s hot in here isn’t it? I think I need some fresh
air,” Clara said suddenly, snapping back once more.

“
Do
you wanna go?” Drew asked, disappointed. He wasn’t ready
to leave her yet. They’d finally taken the first step-the
biggest step and he didn’t want it to end. There was so much he
wanted to say to her… to do to her… “May I see
you home?” he suggested, hoping that she couldn’t detect
the desperation in his voice.

Clara
stared at him with wide chestnut eyes. She wasn’t sure how much
longer she could hold herself together. Her full heaving breasts were
primed to explode at any moment. The entire top of her dress was
soaked with milk, her nipples taut. She could hardly believe that
weeks of exchanging hot emails and naughty messages had finally come
to this. She was completely taken by him and he seemed to be just as
hypnotized by her.
You
can do more than just walk me home
,
she thought as she nodded to him. She was already playing herself
right into his hands, fulfilling her role as the vulnerable
submissive while he asserted his dominance, swooping in to save the
day.

Drew
signaled for the tab as he rose to help Clara from the bar stool. She
shivered as his brute hand enclosed around hers. Instinctively, Drew
wrapped his jacket around her shoulders. “One second babe,”
he said as he hastily scribbled his signature on the receipt.

Babe…
the single word spoken from his deep baritone almost made her cream
her panties right then and there.
Babe…
the
word echoed through her mind.
Babe…
it had slipped off of his tongue so naturally and without warning.
He’d already claimed her as his. It had been so long since
Clara had been treated decently by a man that she almost forgot what
it was like to feel desired. She inhaled deeply as the woodsy vanilla
bark aroma of his cologne invaded her senses.

“
Shall
we?” Drew asked pulling Clara close. She melted into his lean
hardness, snuggling deep under his arm. Drew could feel the other
patrons’ eyes on them as they left. He smiled to himself. He
loved an audience.
Might
as well give them a show
,
he thought, planting a lingering tender kiss on Clara’s
forehead. “Mmmm,” she moaned snuggling deeper into his
strength. Tightening his grip around her waist he caressed the arc of
her ample hip and walked his fingers up the length of her dress,
resting just below the heft of her massive leaking orbs. The
sensation of the saturated cloth on his hand inflated his cock to
twice its size. Drew took a deep breath as he fought the urge to tear
off her clothes, bend her over the bar and fuck her in front of
everyone.

CHAPTER
SIX

“
I
know it’s late, but would you like to come in for a cup of
tea?” The “buzz” from half of the martini Clara
downed was wearing off. “I feel so silly about what happened in
the bar,” she chuckled as they walked down the street towards
her house. Drew drove her home but they’d been walking around
the neighborhood for an hour, talking about everything under the
moon. Even though they’d just met in person, she felt like
they’d known each other for much longer. Drew did his part to
make her feel at ease, making sure she was alright. Looking at his
tall, robust frame now, Clara gazed into his intense hazel eyes. She
smiled. “It’s the least I can do after embarrassing
myself like that at the bar,” she said, batting her lashes a
few times. “Besides,” she continued gesturing towards her
décolletage, “I really need to get out of these
clothes,” she turned and began walking towards her front door.

Drew
raised his eyebrows. She was being more forward than she had been all
night. The signal was clear as he slowly walked up behind her. Clara
had been teasing him all night and he knew that he wouldn’t be
able to control himself for much longer.

Clara
jostled the keys in the door for a while as she heard Drew’s
footsteps approaching. Her pussy flexed as his looming presence
towered over her. The aromatic pleasure of his cologne swirled around
her head. He said nothing, but she could feel his labored breathing
into her natural curly hair.
He’s
coming for me,
no
turning back now,
she
thought as he slowly gripped her soft hips and hugged her from
behind. She gasped as she felt his hot enormous cock push against her
aching snatch, his strength controlled and deliberate. She leaned
back into him for a moment, savoring the delicious sensation of his
hardness teasing her. Drew caressed the sides of Clara’s waist,
slowly bring his massive white hands over her gigantically engorged
breasts, caressing them until he found her throbbing distended
nipples.

“
Open
the door,” he breathed huskily into her neck. His cock was so
hard that he felt like the delicate skin might split. He pressed
himself against her ass again, this time with more power, as he
continued to massage her huge golden wet breasts.