Smacking my lips to even up the gloss and wiggling my tiniest little black skirt over my bare ass, I finally had butterflies in my tummy saying hello. Only five minutes to spare and I shook with anticipation. My mouth watered. My thighs trembled.
Desperation had finally driven me to accept my friend Tim's urgings to go out with one of his college buddies. Blind dates weren't my thing, especially now I was a single mom, but my nightly sex dreams were making me antsy. My urges more erotic. I hadn't touched a man in a year and lately, that dry spell wasn't so dry. I swear I walked around wet and horny. And not just wet panties, either. My bra got in on that action.
My red shirt didn't close all the way. I tugged on it and buttoned from the bottom. My boobs were so big the thing didn't want to close. Already my milk leaked, soaking my bra and running down my stomach. With a tug, the fleshy globes squished together and I worked the button into its hole.
It popped off and flew across the room.
"To hell with it then." I stared down my body. I had curves in all the right places, a bit extra on top, and it all showed—defiant and completely unapologetic for bursting out of my clothes. My fully exposed cleavage could hide an entire DVD case.
Six months ago I'd had my baby. Chloe, my little girl, was having her first sleepover at grandmas while mommy was gonna go out and get some. It'd been a while. Not since the one night stand that'd ended with a sweet baby and these gorgeous tits had I had a cock. I licked my lips and ran my fingers over the tops of my breasts. I'd never had my boobs fucked. Time to do something about that. At least, I should take advantage of this hot-to-trot mood. Besides that one-nighter, I really didn't do things like this. Things I'd do tonight.
The moment I told Tim to set me up, I knew I'd seduce my blind date no matter what the man looked like. Besides. Tim was okay. His friend would be, too. I didn't worry he'd be a serial killer or anything. I just worried he'd be too uptight for a no-strings one-nighter.
I smiled and my skin shivered.
My nipples puckered against the black lace that barely covered them and poked straight out, pushing the shirt even further to the side. Milk dripped through the thin material. I didn't care. I threw a thigh-length jacket on, slid on my fuck-me red stilettos, and left the apartment, a bounce in my step.
It was time. Tim said I'd recognize the car. I shrugged and shut my door behind me.
Outside at the curb, I opened my coat a bit and the breeze caressed my bared skin. The sound of evening traffic had a different feel and the hot scent of city reminded me of lurid nights. I sucked it into my lungs. My leg showed nearly to my cunt and my tits struggled to surge out of the top of my coat. A long black car, maybe a limo—what did I know?—screeched to a halt and the back door threw open. A sexual thrill made my breathing go rough. Someone was in the back.
My blind date.
I climbed in and a low masculine grunt made my pussy go wet.
"Like what you see?" I purred.
A man sat back in the shadows of the long car. His strained whisper told me all. "I do. Cindy."
My name in that husky growl sent shivers all over me. I licked my lips slowly. A breath caught.
"Still the same destination, sir?" The question stopped me from sliding across the seat until I was in my date's lap.
"Change of plans, Nelson. Take us to the Silk Club." The deep command coming from the man next to me sizzled over my nerve endings.
"Hello there." I waved toward the chauffeur. Dark haired, scruffy beard, and wide eyed, he stared at my chest.
"Evening Ma'am." Turning to face the wheel, he cleared his throat.
The glass between the front and back seats slid quietly up. I sat back and let my coat fall open. I'd never been to the Silk Club. I wasn't sure I wanted to go, but the thrill of the taboo had taken hold and wouldn't let go.
"You smell heavenly," the stranger said. I still hadn't gotten a look at him.
"Your name is Devin isn't it?" Urges delicious and hot brought a question to my lips that I knew would change my life. Deep in my gut, the conviction and fear nearly made be balk, but fate propelled me forward. That and a driving need for sex. This would put it all out there and he'd take it. Something about the set of his long body in this expensive car, the confidence radiating off him, told me. "Do you like milk?"
A blush heated my cheeks. Scalding heat ran through me and my pussy pulsed. I held my breath.
Sure enough, his tight reply only made me want to push him, see how far he'd go.
"I do."
"Everybody likes milk." I babbled a bit, rushing into the breach. But I couldn't stop what was about to happen. Neither could he. "I'm really in need here. You seem like a man who'd help someone in pain."
"Never doubt I'm there for whatever you need."
"Good," I rushed out. My fingers fumbled at my barely closed shirt and I drew it aside, revealing the tiny scrap of bra that did nothing to keep my tits from bounding out. Soft pale skin shone in the passing street lights. My large areolas darkened, tightened. I ran my fingers along the lace, sliding it down as I teased my naked flesh. Catching at my long, hard nipples, I gave a tug. I tingled as my milk let down.
The internal tugging radiated from my chest. I gasped. Lust had never hit me the same time as engorgement. The extreme passion was so titillating I couldn't think. I just needed. I panted. "Suckle me. It's too much."
Devin groaned and slid over. A bit embarrassed and unable to meet his eyes, I jerked my chin up to give him access. And I didn't want to see him. Not yet. What if he wasn't what I wanted? What if he turned me off when I was so past the point of pulling back? I stared forward toward the glass separator. My mouth fell open with a hot exhale. The chauffeur had slid the partition open just wide enough to see his rearview mirror. In the glinting reflection, his eyes blazed. The driver's attention flicked back and forth, from the road, to me. My pussy throbbed, hollow and aching.
"Oh fuck." The ragged curse sent me higher. Then a mouth latched onto my nipple and tugged.
A long groan ripped from me and I sank into the plush seat. A large hand kneaded my other tit. Milk squirted between his fingers and hit the back of the glass. The driver jerked his gaze to the drops sliding down the window. I'd never been watched before, much less had anyone stare in fascination as my milk painted the inside of a car. I'd never been so turned on in my life.
Devin's tongue circled my nipple and his teeth gently bit.
"That's good, baby, suck me, suck me." I couldn't stop the pleading. Milk came hard and fast and Devin suctioned in as much of my breast as he could. The pull as he swallowed draw a virtual line from my breasts to my clit. He tugged and tugged, like he stroked the slit between my legs with every swallow.
I clutched his head, forcing him closer. His chest heaved against my legs. My hips wiggled on the seat. My clit throbbed and throbbed.
"So good. I'm gonna come just from you taking my milk. Take it. Take it all." Yanking on his hair, I jerked him off. His mouth popped with a loud suction and I couldn't get a look at him, my vision was so watery from the pleasure. I pulled him further over me and shoved my other leaking nipple toward his mouth. His tongue lapped at me, slurping.
"Now. Take it now." Milk flowed down my chest and pooled on my belly. The heated liquid slid lower, finding its way to mingle with the slickness of my pussy.
