I could not stop thinking about what Imran did. I had talked up a good game and pretended but the truth was that I was having an affair with one of my neighbours as her husband was working abroad.
She was lonely and I began flattering her telling her she could become a model and she loved the attention. I made the cards to convince her I was a professional photographer. But what Imran did was unbelievable and that too with a lactating milf?
I had talked up myself to Imran but the truth was that I could never approach some stranger in this way. My head was spinning and I could not stop thinking about what he showed me. All week I could only watch lactation and pregnant porn.
My head was out of control. I went to a Yoga class at my local gym to try and clear my head. I was old now and the exercise was good for me.
After the session had completed I was making my way out of the gym. As I was going down in the lift it stopped for another floor. I believed it was health clinic.
A pregnant woman entered the elevator. As we were both just stood there I could not stop staring at her breasts and then I just blurted out, "Do you have milk in your breasts?"
She looked at me shocked and angry, "Pardon?"
She had heard me and I had to stick to my guns, "Do you have milk in your tits?"
I saw her eyes widen as the anger was real and she slapped me hard, "That is no way to speak to a pregnant woman. You disgusting pervert."
She slapped me hard and looked away in disgust. As we got off the elevator I quickly made my exit and headed for the first rickshaw. She was talking to a security guard and pointing outside. I did not know how I could be so reckless.
My heart was beating so fast and I felt a little thrill. I went back to the clinic the next day and booked in a check-up. It was then I noticed the schedule for the pregnant ladies fitness class. I took a mental note of the time of the classes. There were 3 a week and I showed up around the time of each one.
I went to the gym and I loitered until I saw a few ladies leaving. I could never approach them in a group and that was when I saw one. She was a thing of beauty. She had curly hair and her breasts seemed so swollen. I followed her to the hallway and asked, "Do you have milk in your breasts?"
She looked at me perplexed. I was an old man in a turban and asking such a strange question. She asked, "Why do you ask that?"
I never expected a question as I had such a forceful reaction last time and a part of me just wanted to do this for the thrill.
Bur I thought I had nothing to lose, "I want to drink your milk."
I held her gaze ad I said this. She laughed and then turned away, "You silly old man. You would not know what to do with them."
She then looked back at me again and giggled.
I quickly made my exit worried she might also tell the security.
I was at home and I could not stop thinking about her reaction. There was something playful in her reaction, it was unlike the angry reaction I received from the other woman.
I went to the next two classes but did not see her again. I only had eyes for her now and I could not stop thinking about her. I came back the next week but I did not see her. Maybe it was just a onetime visit and she would not be back.
I saw the first woman and I quickly made my exit before she spotted me and called security. I turned and made my way out without looking when I bumped into the curly haired lady.
I held on to her arm and apologised. She smiled as she saw me and said, "I am surprised you did not grab my milk laden breasts."
There was a smirk behind her comments and she seemed to be having fun playing with me. I could not wait any longer and handed her my card, "My name is Dalwinder. I saw you last week and I am looking for a model who is pregnant for my next shoot. If you are interested call me."
I rushed off quickly not giving her time to make a smart mouth comment.
I went home out of breath and my heartbeat racing. I hadn't even thought about the consequences. What if she reported me as the pervert? She had a card with my real name. I avoided the gym and the health centre for the next week. Fearful that she had reported my name to the security. I went to the photography class and Imran was in high spirits from his conquests with the milky milf. I yearned with jealousy and I wondered if I would ever have my own luck.
I then got a call from an unrecognised number. It was almost midnight and I wondered who would be calling this late. My list of friends was dwindling and my children only called during the day.
I answered cautiously, "Hello."
There was a husky voice on the other end, "Is this the Dirty Dog Dalwinder, Model Scout. The one that likes to drink the milk of pregnant ladies."
My voice was caught in my throat and I was stunned. My cock not missing a beat though and I felt it rise to attention. She continued, "I knew this dirty dog was all bark and no action."
She was questioning my manhood and something went off inside, "Hello Randi. This is that dirty dog that wants to drink from your pregnant udders. You are due for a good milking."
She started giggling and I thought she was just playing with me, "You are such a silly dirty dog. How much will you pay for me for the modelling?"
If I brought her down for the modelling job, I could work another angle. The more I thought about this bitch, the more I wanted her, "5000 rupees. 3 hour shoot."
She began giggling again and it was playing on my confidence, "You are a cheap dirty dog. I will not come for less than 20,000."
This was my own money but I had to do this to bring her in, "Ok. But you will need to do some nude shots."