Part 3
Henry wasn’t exactly surprised to see Sondra walk into his office a few days later. He was confused a bit, but not surprised. “Sondra…so nice to see you again so soon. How can I help you?”
She obviously knew how to manipulate his receptionist and get back into the private space of his medical offices. Henry tried to remember that for future reference; Sondra was more dangerous and aggressive than he had ever anticipated.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Her suit jacket was already open. She dropped it to the chair and quickly popped open all the buttons to her blouse, displaying her ample cleavage barely contained by a translucent pink bra. “I need a little relief. I’m in pain again. Evan barely had time to nurse this morning and he can’t nurse tonight. Plus I won’t be able to see Rebecca tonight either.” She slipped two fingers under the shoulder strap to her bra, just above where the strap met the cup, and slightly nudged it aside. There wasn’t any additional skin or nipple shown, but the action alone was enough to make Henry’s cock twitch inside his pants. He was already hard. He had gotten hard the moment she walked through the door. “Care for a taste?” She ran her fingers down the outside of her bra, over the material, hovering and circling for just a moment around her nipple which was hard and clearly on display for him to admire.
“Um…I thought we agreed not to do that,” he said nervously. Was this a test? Was Evan up to something? “At least, Evan decreed that.”
“Um…no, he didn’t,” she contradicted him.
“Excuse me?”
Sondra sighed. Hank was taking all the fun out of her game…and she wanted him to nurse. Her tits were starting to hurt they were so full of milk. “What exactly did he say when you came over to our place? While you were fucking Rebecca, what did he say to you?”
“He said I couldn’t fuck you anymore.”
She nodded her head in agreement. “And I added that my pussy was off limits to you. He—and I—never said anything about my milk.” She pushed down one bra strap exposing her right nipple. Her breast was round and full and Henry knew from past experience that it was ready to be nursed. She cupped her tit in one hand and slowly squeezed it with a rolling motion of her fingers forcing a few drops of milk to bead on the nipple, join together and quickly roll down the slope of the flesh to suddenly disappear between her fingers. “I think you want a taste, don’t you.”
“Yeah,” Henry hazily agreed.
“And think of his words,” she reminded him as Henry stumbled around his desk to kneel in front of her, seated in his patient chair, waiting for him. “He said you couldn’t fuck me.” Henry’s lips went to her nipple and gently sucked. Her milk let down and started filling his mouth. “I clarified for him…you can’t fuck my pussy.” She paused and reveled in the sensation of her milk flowing, of his lips on her tit, on the moisture pooling in her panties. “But that doesn’t mean my mouth is off limits. And I can use my hand on you,” she added.
Henry’s hand went up and into the bra’s left cup. The nipple was leaking milk and he lightly pinched it to stop the flow. She sucked in her breath at the twinge of pain.
“And don’t forget about my ass,” she whispered. “You can still fuck my ass. That’s not off limits.”
Henry took a brief break in his nursing. “I’ve never fucked your ass,” he blurted out quickly and went back to her milk. It was flowing steadily now, he hardly had to suck at all. The think liquid filled his mouth and he swallowed on a regular beat. It was like he had crossed the desert to find and oasis that only slowly released life-giving water.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” She shivered as he nursed from her. It felt wonderful. It had so easily let down and the sensation of his sucking combined with the milk being pulled from her body was glorious. Unbidden, her hand went down to his crotch to cup his cock and balls through his pants. He was already hard. Sondra had expected that but she was still pleased. With just the one hand she lazily unbelted, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants so she could slip her hand inside and feel the hard flesh inside his boxers. “Maybe I’ll just give you a handjob instead,” she suggested.
A violent shake of his head put an end to that notion. The odd shaking was transferred to her tit making her soft flesh bounce all around.
“Okay,” she relented. “Finish all my milk and make me cum with your mouth and maybe I’ll give you a special treat.”
That was all the encouragement that Henry needed. He doubled his suckling, getting as much milk with each gulp as possible. It quickly filled and warmed his stomach. It almost no time at all he had drained her first breast and went to work on the second.
Just the fact that she knew she was playing outside of Evan’s rules was enough to get Sondra’s pussy wet. She could feel her panties starting to absorb her cunt’s moisture. That thought, combined with Henry’s eager mouth and attitude, was rapidly pushing her toward orgasm. If he made her cum before he got her panties off she resolved to keep him frustrated. He needed that little tease. And it was going to be excessively easy for her to cum. Ever since she hit her thirties, had a couple of kids, and subjected her body to near-constant breastfeeding at the insistence of her husband, she had found it incredibly easy to orgasm. Looking back at her life in her twenties, she didn’t know what was wrong with her, but the only way she could cum when she was so much younger was with judicious application of a powerful vibrator. Now it seemed just the right thoughts could make her climax.
As Henry feasted on her tit, she kept up a slow and steady stroking of his cock. It was still half-hidden, buried in his pants, but that was enough to keep him on edge. With her other hand she went up her own skirt and ran her finger outside her panties, feeling her moist slit through the thin cotton. “Oooh,” she moaned.
“You like that, huh?” Henry asked. He was certain she was entranced by the way he sucked her milk. That wasn’t it at all. She loved the way her finger felt against her hidden and covered clit.
She rubbed herself again and felt more moisture leak out of her panties. Her breast was nearly empty now, she could tell. Knowing she was so close to the edge and knowing he was so desperate to cum, Sondra made a hard decision.
She snaked her finger under the elastic of her panties and found her swollen and sensitive clit. It only took a few eager rubs and then she was clenching her teeth, cumming, trying to keep quiet and not disturb the rest of the medical office. Her strokes of Henry’s cock stopped and she just held him, gripping him firmly, almost painfully as she came.
“I came,” she announced and pulled her finger from her panties. Letting go of his cock she smoothed down her skirt and said, “Thank you very much. I appreciated it.” And with the she pulled the cups of her bra back into place, hiding her nipples from Henry. “Where’s my shirt?’ she asked, looking around, teasing him.
“What?” he exclaimed. “You can’t just leave.”
She looked at him blandly. “You had your milk. I came. What else is there?”
The frustration on his face was exquisite. “I want to cum too!” he all but shouted, and pushed his hands into his pants, completely exposing his cock to her. It was rigid, the head nearly purple and he was on edge as well. It was likely he had been holding back, waiting on her pleasure, and that amused and heartened Sondra.
“Go ahead and cum then,” she told him as she found her blouse on the floor and started pulling it on.
“I want you to make me cum!” he complained.
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I made myself cum and I fed you. I’m the one getting the worse bargain here. You’ll wind up with milk and an orgasm. I just get an orgasm.”
“I helped,” he protested.
She shrugged again. The motion made her tits bounce fetchingly. “Not really. It was my finger and my clit. Why don’t you make yourself cum?” she suggested. “I’ll watch.”
He looked at her blankly. “What?”
“Jerk off for me,” she clarified. “Use your hand and make yourself cum. I’ll watch. If you’re quick about it, I’ll let you cum on my tits.” The bottom button of her blouse was already in hand and she threatened to cover up the rest of her flesh.
As she had guessed, Henry wasn’t about to turn down any offer she was about to make. He stood up in front of her and she remained seated. His pants fell to his ankles and he started rubbing his cock with an urgent need. Sondra wasn’t going to allow him much time for this little activity and it turned out his didn’t need much at all. In less than thirty seconds his cock was spurting thick white ropes of spunk that shot across the space between them to land on her upper chest and the cleavage between her tits. It ran down into the small hollow and started soaking her bra before she grabbed a few tissues off his desk…but then she stopped.
“Seems a shame to waste it,” she said, and scooped up a bit of the semen with one finger and brought it to her mouth. It was slightly sour and spicy, heavy on her tongue. Sondra made a show of swallowing his leavings and then mopped up the rest with the tissues. “Tasty,” she commented to his astonished and red face.
Quickly buttoning up her shirt she pulled on her jacket and said to him, “I’ll try to make sure that Evan doesn’t find out about this. Can I trust you to keep your mouth shut?” To reinforce that idea she used her fingers to close his hanging jaw and carefully exited Henry’s office.
