Nora Jennings - Summer 2024
I woke up Monday morning next to a very naked Rob. His eyes were shut and I could hear him breathing deeply.
I stayed immobile for a few moments, enjoying his warmth, his scent. Last night had not gone according to plan, and as a result my breasts were now aching. Still, I had stumbled upon an unexpected facet of Rob's personality, one that I was sure would help me reach my goals.
Slowly and carefully I lifted the covers. In the evening, I had been able to get an eyeful of his naked form, but he was squirmy, always trying to escape my gaze. But now, in my bed, he had no way to hide his nudity from me.
With him exposed like that I was able to confirm what I had only glimpsed last night. His groin was shaved clean. This was the first time outside of pornography that I saw a man without any hair on his pubis, all of my exes being either trimmed or sporting a bush.
I felt heat beginning to radiate between my legs, but I could not ignore the throbbing sensation coming from my breasts. If I let myself get too distracted I would not have time to relieve myself.
Still acting slowly and deliberately, I pulled the covers the rest of the way down off the bed, hoping that Rob would not wake up prematurely due to the colder air. Then I made my way to the downstairs bathroom.
I pulled open the cupboard under the sink and moved a few towels out of the way. There, stashed in plastic boxes were my collection of breast pumps. During the course of a regular week I would have stored them in the kitchen, but on the weekends I did not want Rob, or worse my Dad, to stumble upon them.
My morning routine for the past few months consisted of expressing milk with my electric pump while watching TV, all cozy in my sofa. But today I had to act fast if I still wanted to have some more Rob time before work. So instead I went for the hand operated pump. I probably would not be able to achieve a complete release for my engorged breasts, but it would be enough to get them through the day.
I had no idea what had led me down the road to inducing lactation. Back then I still lived with Corey, and our relationship was entirely vanilla. Still, once I had stumbled upon a video of a woman breast feeding her adult partner, it had been impossible to get past the obsession to produce my own milk.
This took me down a rabbit hole of niche porn sites and obscure fetish forum posts, until I made my way to sites dedicated to expectant mothers, which actually contained helpful advice.
In the beginning it had been easy to hide my new habits to Corey, I was mainly stimulating my nipples during long showers. But as I progressed down my path and started to put on some weight to help the supply, it had become clear that I would soon have to come clean to him.
This coincided with the exact moment Rob reappeared in my life. He was so fragile at the time that no feeling of loyalty towards my boyfriend could have kept me from him.
I then made an ever bigger realization. With Corey I had been focused on the lactation itself, barely thinking about who I would eventually feed and how. But the moment I laid my eyes on Rob, my breasts sore from their recent milking, it became clear to me. He would nurse from me one day.
I took off my top, sat on the closed toilet lid, positioned the cold pump over my left nipple, and began to work it.
On a normal day it would take me a few minutes of expression before I could start to feel the arousal building. But for the past two days I had been so filled with lust that I could not wait anymore, and slipped my hand under the elastic of my shorts.
The black curls that covered my groin were already matted by my wetness. Containing a moan I started slowly rubbing around my needy clit, avoiding any direct contact. I could not get myself off too early, I still needed to focus on the pump.
Seeing the receptacle fill up with my milk was always an amazing experience. Yes there was a kinky aspect to it, the taboo of inducing lactation for satisfaction rather than through pregnancy. But it was also a proof of my dedication. It had taken me months of daily work, and a carefully planned new routine, to reach this level, my supply exceeding that of many new mothers.
I switched to my right nipple and allowed myself to get closer to orgasm. Gently, I slipped two fingers inside my wet heat. With each motion of the pump, I pressed my palm against my pubic bone, matching its rhythm, feeling the tension rising.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation, letting the usual erotic images come to me. But to my surprise, the familiar fantasy of Rob, laying on my lap, nursing on me while I lazily played with his rock hard cock, was gone. Instead I found him in a completely different setting.
His toned, smooth naked body was kneeling in front of an imposing figure of a man. Rob's head bobbed back and forth against his lover's crotch, his usually perfectly defined features distorted by the massive length in his mouth.
I started to be rougher with myself, my clitoris sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body, the suction cup on my nipple catching each pulse. I was milking my orgasm directly into the pump.
In my mind, Rob was starting to make gagging sounds as the large man grabbed the back of his head and to pump his hips straight into his throat. Rob's own cock was now hard and slapping against his flat belly with every motion.
Finally, the stranger grabbed Rob by the hair, and yanked his head, wrenching his cock from his throat. He came hard over Rob's handsome face, forcing his green eyes closed.
The man disappeared from my mind, leaving only a kneeling Rob, his face covered in cum, his unsatisfied dick throbbing in the air. Slowly he wiped the warm release from his eyelids and poured it into his mouth.
His bright eyes opened, settling on mine. The smug spark in his gaze told me he knew I had been there all along, watching him debase himself.
The orgasm that shook my body was so strong that I fell from my seat. I laid happily sprawled on the floor for a little while, enjoying the cool tiles against my skin and the warmth radiating from my pussy.
Clearly last night had opened the door for some new fantasies. I had been so turned on, listening to Rob obediently recount his little sexcapade, even though his sudden withdrawal had scared me.
But laying half naked on my bathroom floor, my hand slick with my juices and a small bottle full of my milk next to my head, I felt reinvigorated with a new certitude. Things would work out for us.
I got up and went to the sink to fix my appearance a little. My weight gain over the last few months had been worrying me, I'd never exactly been a knockout, and the extra pounds were pushing me closer towards the middle of the pack.
Worse, I had Mary, my slimmer, taller, prettier, younger sister as a constant comparison. I put that thought aside, I had no desire to think about her right now.
Despite these doubts, as I looked at myself in the mirror all I could see was the confidence bleeding through the pores of my skin. I had reshaped my body in the version of me that turned me on the most, and I had seen the way Rob stared at me all weekend.
I washed my hands, splashed some water over my face and pulled my black waves into a ponytail. I decided that I would shower after Rob was up. He would probably be able to smell the lingering scent of my arousal, but as he was the one to cause it in the first place, I figured it was only fair.
In the kitchen I poured the content of the pump into a glass and stashed it in the back of the dishwasher. I would need to sterilize it after work.
On a footed tray I set out a bunch of breakfast items. I would have liked to cook some pancakes or waffles for us, but time was running short. Finally I set out the glass of milk and picked up the tray before making my way back up to my bedroom.
Inside, Rob was still soundly sleeping, his body lewdly displayed for me, only marred by the scratches from his fall. I set the breakfast tray over his hips, providing him with a modicum of privacy, before sitting next to him on the bed.
"Hey Rob. Time to get up." I tried my best to keep the excitement out of my voice and traced my fingers lightly along his stubbly jawline.
He emerged slowly, letting out a big yawn before realizing that he was not alone.
