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Authors note – This is Chapter 2 of the story of Terrance and Deirdre, two Black 30-something professionals who have an extremely flirty work friendship that has just crossed the line into an erotic lactation/ANR relationship. I expect at least another 2-3 chapters from the adventures of these two. I hope you enjoy.
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Terrance and Deirdre began to dress and spruce themselves up as best they could, smoothing their clothing and checking for any errant milk stains. Deirdre could hardly believe Terrance, her stoic colleague, her “work hubby” had just whisked her away on a lunchtime hotel romp, to worship and milk her big swollen tits to the point of climax. Twice! The whole ordeal was so fucking hot, but Deirdre knew this that engagement will certainly change their relationship dynamic forever.
Deirdre pulled her “freshen up kit” out of her purse and she excused herself to the bathroom to somehow fix her hair and dry off. Her pussy was absolutely soaked, and her underwear served no purpose at this point, so she shimmied out of them and tossed them in the trash bin. She gently washed and dried her outer and inner pussy lips and resigned to just go commando for the rest of the day.
Terrance slipped into the bathroom and sauntered up behind Deirdre, standing about 6 inches taller than her 5’4″ frame. Both looking at their reflections in the mirror, he cupped her brown, weighty breasts with both hands and gave them a firm squeeze at the base of her nipples which triggered the release of a few drops of milk appear on the fabric of her too-little bra. She gasped. He smiled.
Deirdre felt the thick poke of his hardened dick pressing longingly against the crack of her ass. She pushed her round, bubbly ass back into him. A sexy “call and response” of sorts.
“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish” Deirdre purred.
“Oh, trust me, I finish everything I start.” Terrance said confidently. He kissed the nape of her neck.
Glancing over her shoulder at the trash can and spotting the wet undergarment, Terrance immediately fished out the panties and looked at Deirdre as though she had lost her mind. “Wifey, have you lost your mind? I’m crushed you would throw away a memento of our first encounter.” He clutched the wet panties in his fist and placed his hand over his chest, pretending to be heartbroken. He smirked and stuffed the purple lace hi-cut undies into his trouser pocket. Deirdre spun around to look Terrance in his caramel face.
She stood before Terrance, a bit of a disheveled sight to see – her dark hair hung down to her shoulders with some stray flyaways sticking up, mascara a little smudged, her cardigan hanging open with her big breasts practically spilling out of her milk-stained bra provided a sexy contrast to her perfectly normal business attire from the waist down. Her pencil skirt was just a little wrinkled and her legs looked strong and shapely in her high heeled pumps. Deirdre looked like she had just been fucked in a broom closet. Suddenly, a look of mild panic spread across her pretty face as she glanced down. The dark wet circles were spreading, revealing the precise location of her nipples beneath the tiny bra.
A new, albeit tantalizing dilemma has cropped up thanks to Terrance’s expert mouth and hands. Not only were her breasts growing, she also now had to contend with potentially managing unpredictable milk production. Deirdre was an excellent problem solver so she would undoubtedly figure something out, but this was all so new still. After all, a little hot breast play was all she was expecting from this encounter
“What’s wrong, wifey?” Terrance asked with somber concern. He gently turned her shoulders so that she had to had to face him.
Deirdre sighed, “I don’t know how to deal with this. You…unlocked something I had never considered and now that the genie is out of the bottle, I don’t think I can put it back it back in.”
“What if I told you, you didn’t have to?” Terrance tilted Deirdre’s pretty face up to meet his gaze.
Deirdre looked at him with curiosity and intrigue.
“Would you believe me if I told you I have a network of comrades, a brotherhood if you will, of men who are dedicated milk fanatics and will help you with your new…dilemma.”
Deirdre took in Terrance’s words with confusion. A brotherhood? Strange men that want to feed off me? The prospect was startling but also deeply arousing.
Deirdre wanted to know more, and Terrance could see it on her face. He continued explaining, “Remember the guy I spoke to at the front desk? His name is Kwame. He’s one of my brothers and also highly skilled in this umm, discipline.” he smiled.
Deirdre cast her mind back to the handsome well-dressed man at the front desk earlier and her pussy thumped with excitement.
“I remember him.” she replied casually as not to give away how thrilled she really was by the thought.
“He’s a manager here. Now, of course, I am always (putting extra emphasis on “always”) willing to help you out but… in case I’m unavailable, Kwame can umm…fill in for me. There are more of us too.”
Deirdre briefly daydreamed about the prospect of 2 (or more!) handsome men, taking turns milking her and suckling at her engorged breasts… or, maybe they wouldn’t take turns. Maybe they would both suck at the same time. Two men greedily tugging at her fat nipples in tandem, draining her completely. The thought of it sent electricity coursing through her body.
Snapping back to the moment, Deirdre replied “I really don’t know what to say to that, but I have to admit, I’m…intrigued. I’ve never heard of such a “brotherhood” and, to your point while I’m not certain of it yet, this may definitely be a situation that’ll require additional help.”
Deirdre quietly wondered if these possible future milking sessions would keep her breast growth at bay or conversely, accelerate it!
Terrance grabbed Deirdre’s ass pulling her closer to him, smashing her breasts into his strong chest. She looked up at this familiar face that she has seen almost daily for two years with new eyes. Once her colleague-turned-flirty-friend was now…something else.
Terrance continued explaining “We’re all extremely serious about the work and highly disciplined. We operate under a strict code.”
Deirdre was flooded with questions – How many of your “Brothers” are there? Do you really just go around sucking on women’s milk-filled titties? How did you discover this talent? What are the parameters of the code?
As if reading her mind, Terrance said, “I’ve been obsessed with breasts since I was young boy, always staring at my mom’s friends chests, my classmates, teachers… but the milk obsession…that kinda developed when I left for college. I had a long-term girlfriend who, to my incredible luck, loved to have her nipples sucked. She was so sensitive to it and would have the strongest breast orgasms. I was hooked and she was always game to let me lay in her lap and suck til my hearts content while she jerked me off.”
He chuckled, obviously remembering his college lover with fondness. “I sucked her titties so much and so intently, one day during a session we both got the shock of our lives when a forceful stream of milk shot directly to the back of my throat. Man, once that started, it became an obsession. Watching her breasts and nipples respond to my mouth, teeth and tongue over time. Witnessing her areolas get smaller as her nipples grew puffier, thicker and changed colors, the increase of flow…it was, it was just so fucking sexy. And so, one day I was swapping stories with Kwame about my fetish and just reminiscing, and he revealed that he also shared this obsession. And that’s kind of how it got started. Me, Kwame and 3 of my other boys from my basketball team have been friends for years and once we discovered this shared…proclivity, we thought this could be a very fun venture. So…we started the Brotherhood of Milkmen.”
Deirdre was dizzy taking in all this information and incredibly turned on from the story of Terrance’s college girlfriend. She wished she could be her. Maybe she could be her. She wanted Terrance to lift her onto the sink, slam his big cock into her over and over and bury his face into her cleavage more than anything right then.
Terrance grabbed Deirdre’s chin and kissed her lips. At the same time they both parted their lips slightly to allow their tongues to do a little dance. Deirdre felt high when she detected the faint taste of milk on his breath. Her milk.
Deirdre took a step back afraid that she would abandon what little self-control she could muster, push this man down onto the floor and impale herself on his cock. She wanted to be as full of him as he was of her with all her milk in his stomach. Instead, she carefully folded some tissue into 2 squares and placed them over her nipples inside her bra to catch the excess milk droplets and finished getting dressed.
Once Terrance and Deirdre exited the elevator in the lobby, they glided past the front desk where Kwame stood working, peering over the computer monitor to knowingly smirk at Deirdre. He licked his lips as his eyes locked in on Deirdre’s giant tits and the wet droplets that had already begun to soak through the tissue.
“Oh my god, he saw it,” she thought. With the tiniest bit of embarrassment and healthy heaping of arousal, Deirdre’s unclothed pussy pulsated rapidly under her skirt as she felt a buildup of moisture collecting on her fat lips.
As they walked out the revolving doors, Terrance quickly slid into the same door partition as Deirdre so that they were crammed into the space, his semi-hard cock bumped playfully into her ass.
Out in late afternoon sunlight, it occurred to Deirdre that not only would she need to go regular bra shopping, but her shopping list also just expanded – she shook her head in disbelief that she would likely need nursing bras, nursing pads and probably a breast pump.
To be continued…
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