"Nurse Mary's Milk Fetish"
by J.D. Savanyu
Mary Jones was a twenty-something nurse in the maternity ward at Community General Hospital. A hot blonde with a raving pregnancy and lactation fetish. She loved hearing those knocked-up ladies moaning and groaning as their vaginas were stretched to the limit. Getting her own pussy nice and tingly beneath her sky-blue nurse scrubs. She also loved staring at their big sweaty milk-laden breasts, popping out of flimsy hospital gowns as they thrashed about in the agony of labor.
Mary was a gorgeous Marilyn Monroe-esque bombshell who turned every man's head, wherever she went. The old senile guys in the adjacent cancer ward cat-called her every time she passed by, sometimes pinching her big heart-shaped ass. They really missed those vintage nurses in white dresses and white starched caps with little red crosses. "Real women" who didn't get offended so damn easily. The young husbands in the maternity ward admired Mary respectfully; sneaking lots of peeks at her lean busty athletic body.
Every man wanted to fuck her, and every woman wanted to be her. The hospital visitors always assumed she was a cock-addicted nymphomaniac... but she was actually a carpet-munching lesbian. She loved flirting with the other nurses during her lunch and coffee breaks. That was how she met her wife Lucy. They got married six months later, and then Lucy got artificially inseminated by Dr. Sloane Silverman, a charming Jewish brain surgeon. She was nearly eight months pregnant with their first child, lounging about on maternity leave while Mary slaved away at Community General.
On a hot summer afternoon, Cara DeShields huffed and puffed, blowing the house down in room 409. Mary held her legs apart and maintained a calm reassuring tone.
"You're crowning now, Cara! Almost there!" Mary said. "Push! Push! Puuuush!"
"Aaaaaah fuuuuuuuck!" groaned that grotesquely swollen brunette. "Nobody told me having a baby would hurt
this
much!"
"Oh
really
?" Cara's husband replied sarcastically. "All those stupid sitcoms you love to watch didn't give you a clue?"
"Shut
up
, Stan! Oooooooh
gaaaaahd
!"
Cara was giving birth naturally, but more and more women needed Caesarean sections. That surgical method got a lot safer in the twentieth century, saving many women's lives. But the rising tide of C-sections also tainted the gene pool, giving babies bigger and bigger heads as the years went by.
Bigger egos too?
Mary wondered slyly. She grinned flirtatiously at Linda Baines, a ditzy girlish redhead nurse she was partnered with for this delivery. Linda grinned right back, clearly interested in getting that hot blonde out of her scrubs and into her snatch. But she wasn't really Mary's type. Nurse Jones needed a strong woman, physically and emotionally, to keep her flaky personality in check.
A minute later, a tiny naked girl popped out of Cara's cunt. Her parents immediately dubbed her Rhaenyra Targaryen DeShields. (That name will probably get her beaten up the schoolyard later on, by kids who won't give a shit about Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, or the next stupider George R.R. Martin redux with even bigger dragons.)
Five o'clock finally rolled around. Nurse Mary marched out of the hospital on a muggy August evening, looking forward to more fetish fun with her pregnant lactating wife. Miss Jones loved getting tied up and whipped all over by that crazy brunette. Mary could almost taste Lucy's hot creamy breast milk, dribbling down to her own milkless tits. Getting so horny just thinking about her wild domination. She hopped in her car, grabbed her phone, and shot Lucy a quick text:
Mary Jones
- Hey babe, cumming home now. In a real kinky mood 2nite, so gimme some sweet pain b4 my sweet dessert!
Lucy Zuckowski-Jones
- Hell yeah, u dirty fucking blonde. Cant wait 2 kick ur sub training up a notch!
Mary sighed loudly with intense arousal, resisting the urge to masturbate right there in the parking lot, in a cheap used Hyundai. Saving all her cum for her dark mistress, like a good obedient sub. She opened an mp3 file on her phone and cruised down the boulevard, bopping her head to "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks.
Yesterday I cried... you must have been relieved to see the softer side... I can understand how you'd be so confused... I don't envy you... I'm a little bit of everything, all rolled into one... I'm a bitch! I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother...
That was her straight mother's favorite song during the cynical MTV 1990's, and now it was her lesbian daughter's favorite song in the cynical "social" media 2020's.
"
I'm a bitch! I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees... when you hurt, when you suffer, I'm your angel undercover...
"
Five minutes later, Mary parked her car in front of a small blue 1920's ranch-style house. Lucy peeked around a curtain by the living room window, glaring sternly at her wife. Mary turned off the engine and took a deep cleansing breath, bracing herself for another crazy ride. Lucy opened the front door as Mary climbed the front steps. A tall beautiful woman in a sleek black dress, with long lustrous brown hair and pale engorged DD-cups, full of milk for their unborn son.
Lucy also turned every man's head wherever she went, with no outward hints of homosexuality. No masculine attire, no punkish hair dying or shaving, no tattoos, no body piercings, no rainbow pride flags/equal signs/pink triangles, no neo-pronouns, no superficial woke virtue-signaling whatsoever.
"Hey Lucy," Mary uttered, wearily, getting into her usual timid sub character. "I missed you a lot today."
"Get your ass in here, Mary," Lucy grunted, dispensing with the pleasantries.
"Yes, Mistress," Mary replied wearily. She closed the door behind her and stood at timid attention in the living room, gazing at Lucy's pretty hazel eyes with her adorable sapphire-blues. (Mary dressed up as a vintage German milk maid at a hospital halloween party last year. Awesome eye candy for the other nurses, male
and
female.)
"Have you been a good girl in the maternity ward today?"
"Yes, Mistress," Mary uttered unconvincingly.
"Don't fucking lie to me. A gorgeous blonde like you must be flirting like hell with the other nurses, while your pregnant wife is stuck at home."
Mary stammered nervously. "Just... just a little bit, Lucy."
"You will refer to me as Mistress, until I give permission otherwise!" she barked out, jiggling her pregnant tits and belly.
"Yes, Mistress. I've been flirting with a few nurses during our coffee breaks, but I haven't taken it beyond that level."
"You better
not
take it beyond that level. I'm your wife
and
your domme, and I demand total loyalty."
"Yes, Mistress. I shall remain unflinchingly loyal. I wish only to please you, and promise to do my best to submit to you with each breath that I take," she murmured, repeating an oath from the BDSM contract she signed three years ago.
"You need another good whoopin' to reinforce that loyalty. Come on, get your ass down in the dungeon."
Mary followed Lucy across the creaky floorboards of their ninety year-old house, and down the creaky basement steps. They entered a walled-off room that was used as a man-cave by the straight guy who previously owned the house. A safe haven to escape to, away from his nagging wife, his 2.5 nagging kids, and 2.5 yapping terriers. The new lesbian couple transformed that man-cave to a kinky girl-cave, with various bondage racks and platforms. Faux stone panels, black curtains and muted reddish lights set a creepy gothy mood.
"Get naked, bitch," Lucy growled.
"Yes, Mistress." Mary quickly removed her blue nurse scrubs, placing them on a small wooden table next to a shelf full of leather whips, metal chains, and wooden floggers. Lucy also stripped nude, revealing her full-frontal third trimester glory. Her big pointy pink nipples were literally begging to be suckled. Drool oozed out of the corners of Mary's mouth, betraying her strong thirst for milk and cum.
Lucy went to another shelf full of bondage harnesses and role-playing costumes. She grabbed a slutty nurse costume and tossed it at her chest.
"Put that on, you naughty nurse."
"Yes, Mistress."
Mary squeezed into a red-and-white leather bodice that left her tits and pussy fully exposed. Then she donned an old-school starched white cap with a small red cross in the middle. A much skimpier version of the objectifying uniforms that real nurses haven't worn since the Reagan administration. She loved how feminine it made her feel. A delicious dish for a cunning dominatrix.
"Damn, girl, you look like a slutty Florence Nightingale," Lucy remarked malevolently. She grabbed a genuine leather riding crop and tapped it lightly against her left palm. "Get under that metal rack, and stretch your arms and legs in a nice wide X."
"Yes, Mistress." Mary stepped underneath a high-strength square rack with various loops, hooks and straps. Stretching her limbs with effortless grace.
"Good girl. Those hardcore yoga lessons are really paying off, for both of us."
Lucy fastened Mary's wrists and ankles to the rack with leather buckle straps, pausing to admire her wife's perky tits and dripping wet vagina, framed by a shock of blonde pubic hair.
"Naughty bitch, getting all wet between your legs before I even touch you. You're probably getting that wet at the hospital every day, watching all those sweaty cunts crapping out babies."
Whack!
"Oh
shit,
" Mary yelped. A good solid stinging blow, right on her clit.
Whack!
"
Mmmaaah!" Mary groaned with masochistic pleasure.
"You can't flirt with your patients, so you flirt with the nurses instead. Pretending you're in one of those stupid porn parodies you love to watch. 'Flaming Chicago Med Sluts'."
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Mary swooned in rapture as her wife kept whipping her twat with the riding crop. Groaning gutturally, swinging limply from the leather straps in a tight X-shape. Lucy's pregnancy slowed her down quite a bit, but she still made it hurt so good. Mary loved her theatrical dominatrix style, hypnotized her jiggling belly and tits. The physical exertion made her nipples leak slightly, with little gleaming droplets of milk splattering her baby bump.
"Yeah, bitch, I see you staring at my big milky boobs. You wanna suckle these nips so bad, huh?"
"Fuck yeah, Mistress. I need more calcium in my diet."
"Ah-ah, not yet. You have to
earn
that creamy treat, bitch!"
Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash!
Lucy kept pounding those tits like Tyson Fury. The stinging sensation raced all the way down to her clit, making her feel better and better despite the pain. Her femme fatale domme pushed her blonde bangs away from her breasts and whipped every square inch, masturbating slowly with her free hand. More milk oozed out of her pointy nipples, spattering onto Mary's body.
