Thirsty man is looking for a lactating single

The Internet “Encounters” ad said:

Share Your Milk

Thirsty man is looking for a lactating single

mom who needs a little help paying bills.

20-year-old Karen certainly did need help with paying

bills. And lord knows there was enough milk in her to take

care of a man and take care of the baby too.

But no, this would be prostitution. Once a man enjoyed her

breasts he would want more enjoyment from her.

Not that Karen couldn’t use some of that too. All the men

she knew had stayed far away from her ever since her

pregnancy started showing. Now it was just a lonely world

of two–Karen and the baby.

“How much will you pay?” Karen’s email reply asked. After

all, it would only be a one-time thing.

Okay, so now Karen’s mom was taking care of the baby while

Karen was “on a job interview,” and here was the motel room

and Karen was about to go in alone and probably be raped

and everything. Those worries troubled Karen’s mind, but

that $100 would really come in handy.

“Hi, are you Karen?” a pleasant-looking man asked when she

knocked on the motel room door. He was a good-looking,

well-dressed white man, maybe 35-years old.

“Uh, yes,” Karen answered. “Are you the guy who . . . ?”

“Yes, please come right in. I don’t want the motel owner

seeing us discussing things here.”

Karen entered the motel room, and the man closed and locked

the door quickly behind her. She looked around and didn’t

see any ropes on the bed or anything.

“What should I . . . ?” Karen asked, not finishing her

sentence.

“Oh, I suppose . . . sitting on the bed? Would that be

okay?” he asked.

Karen sat nervously on the bedside and started unbuttoning

her red blouse, but then stopped.

“Oh, I should ask you for the money first,” she said.

“Okay, it’s right here.” He took out his wallet and

counted five twenties onto the bed.

Oh, damn he’s got a lot of money, Karen thought, noticing

how full his wallet was. She could really use some more of

that money. Karen took the hundred, folded it once, and

placed it in her jeans pocket.

“Okay,” Karen said. Unbuttoning her blouse down to her

waist, she opened up the cups of her nursing bra, exposing

her brown breasts and dark, engorged nipples.

“MMmm! Those look very nice,” the guy said, his eyes

shinning. He licked his lips in anticipation. “I wonder,

would you mind taking your top off entirely? And the bra?”

“Uh, okay,” Karen answered. She removed her blouse and

bra, and sat before him, naked from the waist up, her

breasts ready.

“Oh, wow, they feel great!” he said, his white hands

grasping Karen’s breasts and squeezing them gently, rolling

them. “They feel full; are they sore or anything? I love

feeling them, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh no, that feels good,” Karen said. “This is about my

baby’s usually feeding time, so I feel full of milk, but it

doesn’t hurt me or anything.”

He pinched at Karen’s nipples gently, and pulled on them.

“Uh, like this,” Karen said, “If you want to get it

started.” She cupped her left hand beneath her left

breast, and plucked at her left nipple with the thumb and

forefinger of her right hand, pinching down near her dark

areola. She pulled much harder and faster than he had, and

in just a moment her white milk made its appearance at the

tip of her nipple. “I used to have to start them for the

baby,” she said, “but now he knows to suck hard until it

starts.”

The man licked Karen’s wet nipple, tasting her with his

tongue.

“Oh that’s good!” he said. “You can’t believe how long

I’ve wanted to do this.”

His mouth closed hungrily upon Karen’s breast and he sucked

her with passion. Soon she felt herself flowing freely.

Wow, having a man do it was different! He sucked her hard,

and seemed to be really enjoying himself with what she was

giving.

Karen felt very horny doing this. Nursing her baby always

aroused her, but of course she ignored that because she was

busy with mommy business. But being a half-naked whore in

a strange man’s motel room made Karen feel very horny.

“Oh, oh,” Karen started moaning. Her pussy ached for

attention. It felt almost like she was playing with it.

Hearing her, he stopped sucking, and took his mouth from

her nipple. “Does it make you horny to give milk?” he

asked.

“A little,” Karen admitted.

“This is making me wicked horny too,” he said.

Then he hugged Karen, passionately, holding the naked part

of her body against his, pressing her breasts against his

white business shirt and reaching around to feel the

nakedness of her back.

“Do you mind if I hold you a bit?” he asked. “I haven’t

been with a woman for a while, and with you so close, so

naked and giving, well I just want to hold you for a bit.”

He kissed her bare shoulder.

Karen didn’t say anything. She put her arms around him and

held him too. She knew that she was beginning to surrender

to him. Damn, why could men always get away with things

with her? Karen knew now for sure that he was going to

want to fuck her, and she knew that she needed the money.

She wondered how much she should ask for.

One side of his shirtfront was wet with Karen’s milk when

he released her from his hug. His hand found her left

breast again, touched and tugged, and then his mouth closed

upon her left nipple again.

Karen started getting her right breast ready, but he took

over the job while still milking from her left breast. For

several minutes he suckled in moist silence while Karen

squirmed in embarrassed arousal. She eased her hand down

and unbuttoned her jeans at the waist, discreetly trying to

slide her hand inside her jeans for some relief.

“Do you want to take your pants off?” he asked, after a

hard, emptying suck on her left breast.

“Yeah,” Karen admitted. She quickly removed her shoes and

jeans, leaving herself naked except for her white panties.

“Your milk is really good,” he told her. “Have you ever

tasted it yourself?”

“A little,” Karen said, “when I’ve pumped it for the baby

to have later.”

“Ooh, could you pump some for me to have later too?” he

asked.

“The way you’re going I don’t think there’s going to be any

left, for now,” she said.

Karen felt guilty about saying no. She also thought about

the money she saw in his wallet.

“Maybe I could pump some for you later, you know, a small

bottle, for some money.”

“Do you think you could make me a half pint a day?” he

asked, feeling her breasts as if judging their capacity.

“Well, yes,” Karen said. “Do you mean like, every day?”

“Yes,” he said, “a half pint, fresh from you every day.

But I’d want to see you make it.”

“Maybe,” Karen said, doubtfully.

“Excellent,” he said. “Now let me finish today’s milk. Is

it easier for you to give sitting up, or lying down?”

“I’ve only tried it sitting up.”

“Would you like to lie down on the bed?”

“Okay,” Karen said. She didn’t really want to, but she was

starting to feel like she was in his control. She felt

really horny, and was anxious about when he was going to

ask her to fuck.

Once Karen lay down, he caressed her whole body with his

hands, even sliding a hand inside her panties and feeling

her bush.

“We only talked about, you know, me giving milk,” Karen

prompted.

Without answering her, he pulled back the elastic on

Karen’s panties and looked at her pussy. She spread her

legs, letting him see what he wanted to see.

“You’re nice everywhere,” he said, letting her panties snap

back into place. Unexpectedly, he kissed Karen lightly on

the mouth.

He sucked on Karen’s left breast again, finding a little

more milk there. Then he started on her right breast. He

held her breast with one hand while he suckled. His other

hand played with Karen’s other breast for a while, and then

began exploring downward.

Soon he stroked Karen’s pussy through her panties,

something that she was dying to do herself.

“Does this feel good?” he asked between sucks.

“Yes,” Karen said, almost in a moan. She reached down and

directed his hand to the right place, because he wasn’t

quite finding the spot.

For the next ten minutes Karen moaned and sighed. His

fingers soon forced their way pass the barrier of her

panties and entered her pussy. Karen orgasmed while giving

milk, something she’d craved doing ever since she started

lactating.

When Karen’s second breast was empty, he slid her now-

soaked panties down her hips and off her legs, and began

undressing himself.

“Uh, a hundred dollars,” Karen said. “I mean a hundred

more to . . . uh, what you want to do.” Damn, she wished

she’d thought of bringing a condom.

“How late can you stay?” he asked.

“Just another hour,” Karen said.

“I’ll pay you $50 more for this,” he said, making it clear

that he set the prices.

It felt wonderful when he plunged his firmly erect cock

into Karen; it was the first cock Karen had inside her in

months. Karen felt very good when he came inside her, very

good. She came too.

He lay on top of Karen afterward, still inside her, resting

himself, caressing her bare shoulders. He kissed Karen on

the forehead.

“How would you like to live in my house?” he asked. “I’m a

bachelor and I need a housekeeper. That way you can

provide me with milk, and this,” he pressed his cock into

her more tightly. “I’ll provide a private room for you and

your baby, but you’ll sleep in my bed at night.”

“You mean, and just keep making milk?” Karen asked. “But

what about when . . . ?”

“I’ve heard that as long as a women keeps nursing, she can

keep producing.”

“I don’t know about that,” Karen said.

“I’ll pay you a thousand dollars a week,” he offered, “less

if you stop producing. But you’ll have to keep house too–

and provide services as a woman.”

With him lying on top of her, his semen and manhood inside

her, Karen felt as if she had no choice in the matter. He

was offering to solve her money problems and give her a

place to live with her baby–in return for milk and pussy.

Karen wrapped her arms around him, surrendering. He held

her tightly in return.

She’d only meant to sell him the milk, Karen realized, but

he’d bought the whole dairy.