It started months ago, when i met Him online. He was like no one i had ever met before. We had talked about several different sexual scenarios, and what turned us on. One of several things that turned both of us on was lactation; the idea of feeding Him from my own breasts. He had mentioned that there were ways of making this happen, without a woman actually being pregnant, and i decided to look into it further, and see how to do it.
i found out that a woman could bring the milk in by having her breasts massaged and sucked on regularly. Well, i decided to put a plan into action. i knew it would take months for this to happen, but i also knew that there wasn’t any way that i would be able to meet Him in person for at least that long. So, i devised a schedule, First thing in the morning, when i took my shower, i would spend 10 minutes just playing with my titties, kneading and massaging my huge titties, then pinching and pulling at my nipples. The next step was my favorite, spending another 10 minutes (or longer, depending on how good it was feeling) using my mouth to suck hard on the nipples. i repeated this 4 times a day, everyday.
After a few weeks of this, my nipples got to be where they were hard all the time that all I had to do was think about sucking on them, and they would become so hard that they hurt. The rest of my titties started feeling heavier, somehow bigger. Over the next couple weeks, my bras were getting tighter, and my already huge DD titties would fall over the top of the cups. i couldn’t imagine at my age, having a growing spurt. It got to the point where having the material from my bra was rubbing my nipples almost to a raw state, so i figured i would just forget the bras altogether, since they didn’t fit anyway.
i didn’t mention my plan to Him, because i feared it wouldn’t work, so when we talked about finally meeting in person, i decided that if it did happen, it would be a surprise for Him and if it didn’t work then He would be none the wiser. He made arrangements to come and see me in September, which was about 6 weeks away.
i decided that with it being so close, that i’d better work harder on trying to get milk into my titties, so i doubled the time that i spent massaging and sucking on them. Soon, my titties grew to a huge size, almost too big for me to hold up comfortably. i went to the store, and found some nursing bras that fit, so i bought a few of them. i wore them pretty much around the clock, for support. The opening in them also made it easy for me to whip them out for my sucking, no matter where i was. About a week before He was to be here, i noticed wet spots forming on my bra, and leaking out onto my shirt. my heart started beating faster, and it seemed that my experiment was finally bearing fruit. i bought a breast pump, and used it for the final week. It was awesome to feel the milk being sucked out of my titty, and see the milk fill the container. i didn’t drink any of the milk, as i wanted Him to be the very first one to taste it. It took everything in me, to not tell Him what happened, but i wanted Him to be surprised.
The day came for Him to arrive, and i was extremely nervous. i was rushing around so much and getting things ready, that i didn’t have time to pump milk. i put on one of my nursing bras, forgetting to add in a pad for the leakage. i headed out the door to meet Him at the airport. i took great care in my appearance, and as i looked in the rear view mirror, i was impressed with what i saw. my cheeks were glowing with excitement, so blush wasn’t needed, and i had traced my eyes carefully with a violet color, to bring out the green of my eyes even more. i left my hair down, because i knew that He preferred it that way. For clothes, i had chosen a simple short white skirt, no panties (as ordered by Him), and a white fitted tank top, that showed off my huge titties.
i stood there in the airport, looking around for Him, and noticed quite a few men staring at me. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but i just tried to imagine what He would say if He were there with me, right then. i know He would want me to be showing off for them, so i stuck my titties out even further, causing their jaws to drop. i finally saw Him coming down the aisle, and my nervousness was gone. He had a huge smile on His face, which was mirrored in my own. i could tell that His eyes had settled on my chest, and i swear He might have even been drooling. He dropped His carryon, and pulled me into His arms, kissing me so deeply that i thought for sure i was going to pass out. He took His mouth from mine, and i had no idea where i even was. He put His arms around me, and whispered in my ear.
“Honey, i think you’re leaking”
my mind was trying to understand what He said, and when i realized, i thought He was talking about my pussy, because i know i was soaked there. i didn’t feel any wetness on my thighs, and wondered how He knew. Then He pulled back from me, and His eyes again went to my titties. i looked down, and sure enough, there were wet stains on my shirt from the milk leaking out. i knew my face was flush with embarrassment, and i tried to cover them up. He took my hands down, and led me into the men’s bathroom. Again, embarrassment overtook me, as He led me into the handicap stall. Before i knew it, He was lifting my shirt, and pulling back the opening of the bra. His mouth came down hard on my left nipple, sucking fiercely. Shots of ecstasy ran through me, and down to my clit. This is what i had waited so long for, and He was finally here, with His mouth on my titty. The feeling of Him sucking was nothing like the pump. His mouth ravaged my left nipple, biting and sucking at the same time, emptying it of any milk that had filled it. Way too soon, He was pulling His mouth away, and closing my bra back up. After pulling my shirt down, He grabbed my hand, led me to baggage claim, where He put His arm around my shoulder, His hand playing again with my left nipple. i’m sure there were plenty of stares our way, but i was oblivious to it all. All i knew was that His hand was on me.
“We need to fill this titty back up, don’t you think?” He whispered into my ear.
i vacantly nodded my head, feeling the impossible fullness still in my right titty. When His bag came around, He picked it up and took my hand once again. i was like a puppet that He was controlling, my mind empty, except for feeling Him, His touch. He led me out to the car; i put His bags in the trunk, and let us in. As soon as we got seated, He was again lifting my shirt, ripping open the right side of my bra. His mouth was sucking so hard, i thought that my nipple would come off. i could feel the rush of milk come to the surface, and splash in His mouth. He was feeding like a starving person, and i never wanted Him to stop. i didn’t realize that there were people getting out of the car next to mine, and i’m sure they saw everything that was happening. When i felt the last drop hit His tongue, He again fixed my clothes and told me to turn the car on. As i did so, i looked over at Him, and took in the look in His eyes. He seemed almost possessed, which surprised me because His next words to me were spoken so softly.
“chica pet, i can’t believe you’ve done this for me. What a wonderful surprise it was, and I am very excited. My cock is rock hard, so you’d better get us back to your place soon, or I will be ravishing you right here in front of those people”
