Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series (2 page)

“Would you like me down on my knees?” she asked. “Like in the office? Or do you have another preference?”

“On your knees is good,” he was taken aback by how forward she was being.

She went down on her knees before him. Mr. King followed suit. He knelt a foot away from her, staring covetously at her chest.

Amy ran her hands down between her breasts and beneath them. She took the large flesh, swollen with milk in her hands and massaged them gently.

She didn’t want to repeat the awkward scene in the office. She wanted this to be good for the both of them.

“I’m all sore. My breasts are too full.” Her voice was low and breathy.

Amy peaked down and saw that Mr. King’s pants had grown tighter. A large bulge ran down his leg. She suddenly had the urge to wrap her lips around his cock and suck. She wondered if this was similar to how he felt about her breasts. “Are you going to milk me?”

He inched closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. Amy held her breasts in place and waited.

A small drop of milk dripped down from her left breast. When Mr. King saw it he lost his composure. He buried his face in her breast and began to suck.

Amy inhaled sharply. The sensation was different than earlier in the day, now he acted forcefully. Her nipples felt pinched, as he sucked the milk from her breast. It was a new feeling, one she couldn’t quite qualify, but it wasn’t displeasing. In fact, Amy felt a growing sense of arousal. The way he stimulated her nipples kindled a dormant passion inside her. A passion she never would have guessed she possessed.

By the time Mr. King had emptied her left breast and moved onto the right, Amy was breathing hard, her heart racing.

When he took her other nipple in his mouth, she moaned. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed him towards her breast encouraging him on.

A tingling sensation started in her nipple and spread throughout her breast. The feeling continued down, deep inside her, until finally the first jolt of an orgasm shot up and down her spine. Her body was wracked with little earthquakes. She began to writhe and groan in ecstasy as the chills emanating from her over-stimulated nipples flooded her body.

Mr. King wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass. He squeezed tight while he sucked on her breast. Her body had a mind of its own and he was having difficulty feeding from her while she contorted and wiggled. Not that he didn’t appreciate her enthusiasm. He was thrilled to find a partner who took as much pleasure from breastfeeding as he did. Long after, he’d drained her breast, he continued to suck. He enjoyed watching the pleasure it gave her.

When she climaxed he pulled away. His cock was stiff and hard in his pants. He usually came while feeding, but he worked hard to hold off. He sensed there was something more in store for them that evening. He was right.

Amy kissed him between gasps for breath. She could taste her milk in his mouth. It was sweet and strong. Her tongue ran over his lips and prodded his mouth.

Mr. King forced her onto her back and pulled up her dress. Amy spread her legs wide. She hadn’t worn underwear that evening. He stared down at her bare vagina. It was pink and wet.

Without hesitation, he buried his face between her legs. He sucked on her clit just as enthusiastically as he had her nipples.

Amy felt a second orgasm coming on. Her fingers dug into the rug she lay on, desperate for something to grip.

His tongue passed over, under and around her vagina. Amy moaned.

Mr. King unzipped his pants and began to masturbate himself while he ate her out. He found himself moaning while he went down on her. Amy giggled as he juggled between pleasuring her and himself. He managed it well though, she had to give him credit.

His soft full lips sucked her vagina. His long tongue explored deep inside her. Its wet surface slipping over her g-spot, making her cry out to stop, while really she meant the opposite. He continued on until finally they had both come.

They laid together in front of the fire trying to catch their breath. Amy stole a glance at him. He looked back, and they both burst out into laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked.

“I don’t know why are you laughing?”

They got control of themselves and fell into an awkward silence. “That was amazing,” Amy said seriously. “I never thought- I just never thought…” She smiled. She had no idea of how to describe the experience. There was nothing to compare it to.

Mr. King kissed her. “I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

Amy caught herself biting her thumb, the same way Mr. King had. She felt herself blush like a school girl.

“Oh,” he said, “I bought you a present.” He jumped up.

On the coffee table was a box wrapped and tied with a bow. He sat it down on the floor beside her. “For you,” he said.

Amy sat up and stared at it. It had been ages since she’d received a gift. An envelope was tucked into the bow. She pulled it out.

“Oh wait,” he said. “Open that last. The present first.”

Amy pulled the bow off and tore the paper, revealing a box with a strange image on the front. She pulled it closer to the firelight to better see it. There was a plastic mask-like contraption with tubes on the cover. Amy squinted.

“It’s a breast pump,” he said. “For when you’re at home.”

Amy looked at him dumbfounded, then started cracking up laughing. “You can’t be serious.”

Mr. King’s smile faded. “It’s part of the arrangement.”

“Yes, I know. I just wasn’t expecting it. I thought maybe- never mind. I’ll get to work right away boss.” She winked at him and began laughing again.

“Well, open the envelope.”

Obediently, Amy opened it and peaked inside. It was a check. She took it out and saw the figure of forty thousand dollars, twice the amount they had agreed upon.

“I knew that would make you smile,” Mr. King said and kissed her.

“Thank you, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s business and you’re very good at it.”

Right, business, she thought sadly.

Mr. King watched her closely. He stretched out on the rug like a cat. Coming to some conclusion, he rubbed his face and clapped his hands. “Well it’s getting late. You should be off. You need your sleep. I’ll call and arrange for another session soon.”

“Of course, a session.” Amy felt dispirited. She dressed quickly and headed for the door.

“The driver will take you home.”

Amy avoided his eyes.

“Hey,” he said. He brought her face to his and kissed her. “This is only the beginning.”

Amy smiled. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Plus, she had her check and lest she forget, her breast pump to keep her company. She began to laugh again.

He studied her closely. “You are a curious creature.”

“Curious, is certainly one of many words I could use to describe you,” she said.

Mr. King smiled and shrugged. Amy left the house and walked to her waiting car.

“Another session soon! Don’t forget,” he shouted. Amy waved the check in the air and blew a kiss to him.

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Amy rubbed her breasts and sighed. They ached when they were full of milk. She glanced at the box containing the breast pump, then quickly looked away.

Outside, the first snow of the season had begun to fall; small flurries stuck to the window, peppering the glass with melting ice.

She thought of Mr. King longingly. She could see his lips: full and soft. She imagined his mouth on her nipple, gently sucking.

A tingling sensation filled her breasts and began to spread through her body.

Her fingers passed over her nipples lightly. The skin was raw. It cried out for a moist tongue.

Amy closed her eyes. She went back to the room in front of the fireplace. Mr. King’s long tongue was between her legs. She felt herself grow wet.

She squeezed her breasts hard and suddenly she felt warm. She opened her eyes and looked down. The front of her shirt was wet: she had begun to lactate.

Amy took off her blouse and through it the ground in frustration. Mr. King’s secretary had called earlier that morning to schedule a ‘session’ with Amy later that night. She’d found the call amusing as she was fairly confident that his secretary had no idea as to what sort of ‘session’ she was scheduling.

Now, she found nothing amusing about her predicament. She didn’t want to use the breast pump, she wanted Mr. King. The pump made her feel like an animal. It was mechanical and impersonal. It made her feel like a freak.

But, she was out of options. Her meeting with Mr. King was hours away and she needed immediate relief.

Amy pulled apart the box and removed the pump.

She studied the suction cup. It was plastic and cold, definitely not the most inviting sight. She turned the machine on and the room was filled with a low hum.

She closed her eyes and tried to go back to that place in front of the fire with Mr. King.

She put the cup to her nipple expecting a sensation similar to that which she had experienced with Mr. King. Instead she was greeted by a sharp pinch.

She pulled off the cup and looked at her breast. The nipple was cherry red with a small drop of milk balanced on its tip. The tube leading to the cup already had a tiny amount of milk in it.

At least it works, she thought.

She sighed and put the pump back to her breast. She tried to think of how happy Mr. King would look when she presented him with a cocktail of her fresh milk later.

And the money! How could she forget: twenty thousand a session, plus a bonus for additional services. One glass of freshly pumped milk would net her a bonus five thousand dollars.

Amy was still in denial about the money. It was strange to go from being broke to flush with cash overnight. The first thing she did was pay off her debt. Now that she was free and clear of the debt collectors she didn’t know what to do.

She thought of Mr. King’s mansion and what it would be like to live in a place like that. She wondered if there was a Mrs. King.

All of the sudden there was a sharp pain in her breast. She looked down to see that the suction cup was no longer sucking milk. It must have emptied her while she was daydreaming.

She moved it to the other breast and examined the milk. It was a small amount, maybe four or five tablespoons. She was surprised to see how little there was. She shook the cup swirling the milk around.

Tonight, she thought and settled back into her daydreams of Mr. King.

Amy stood outside the door to Mr. King
’s mansion shuffling from one foot to the other. It was below freezing out and all she wore was a trench coach and thigh-high boots.

She’d spent the afternoon modifying a bra, so that it had a removable piece on the front. It was like a nursing bra except sexier. It supported her breasts while also sporting a strap that ran over and below her nipple, giving it a bondage flair.

Before, leaving she stood in front of the mirror posing and adjusting her lingerie. She wanted to look perfect for Mr. King. She thought he would be pleased with her work.

When Amy heard the latch on the door click, she felt butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t anticipated being so excited to see her new benefactor. Was he just a benefactor though? He gave her money in exchange for a service, but she found herself thinking about him in ways that were less than professional.