Book #1 in the Milk for Free series
I’d worked for Mr. Benson for five years, and knew him like nobody else. Tough and strategic, he was a ball buster in the board room. But behind his office doors, he needed me. I like being needed, I’ll admit it. And I couldn’t say I was disappointed when he started making subtle advances at me. But one day, I couldn’t quite make it to my breast pump fast enough, and he made a move I wasn’t expecting. He wanted me to ditch the pump and use him instead. I needed to decide if I was ready for that next step…making milk for Mr. Benson.
Reader Advisory: This story contains lactation sex, hot sex between co-workers, a bossy boss, more lactation sex, and graphic language. For mature readers, age 18+
Short story: 5,500 words
This book is included in the anthology Milk for Free: Volumes 1 - 3.
Books Available by Judith Culvers:
MILK FOR FREE SERIES
Book 1: Milk for Mr. Benson
Book 2: My Four Way Milk Merger
Book 3: Milk Fresh From The Tap
Book 4: Milk & Cookies
Book 5: Doctor Milks Me Best
Book 6: Milked by the Doctor and His Intern
Book 7: Professor, Milk Me
Milk For Free: Vol. 1 - 3
LEARNING CURVES SERIES
Book 1: Under His Desk
Book 2: Play Balls
EXCERPT:
He pulled one hand away and observed my nipple, now leaking fat drops of milk. The liquid ran down the curve of my boob until it fell onto my stomach. “What do you do with it?”
“It?” I was growing wetter by the second. Between my legs, I mean. His intent gaze on my lactating breast was unexpectedly amazing.
“The milk. Your daughter’s not here, so you pump it out, right?”
I nodded and watched as he caught one drop of milk on the tip of his finger and brought it to his mouth.
“Do you take it home for her?” He sucked the tip of his finger into his mouth and licked the milk off. I couldn’t tell if he liked it or not, since his expression never changed one way or another.
I wanted him to like it. I wanted him to think my breast milk was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted in his life.
“I used to. But now I dump it, mostly. She takes formula or eats food now. I only nurse her at night, and on the weekends. Too much of a hassle to save it at work anymore.”
“So this—” He gathered another stream of milk on two fingers and licked it off. “It all goes to waste?”
“I guess so.” Oh, God, I was going to lose it and start spraying in a minute. I had almost no control over it after a certain point.
“So you don’t need to save it.”
“No,” I panted.
“Does it hurt?”
“The pressure is uncomfortable if I don’t pump,” I said honestly.
“Then let me help you,” he rasped, and clamped his mouth firmly over my nipple.
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