45. A Slobbery Slope
Saturday Morning
Allie woke up and discovered that she was in a pile with Cassie and Dana. After they had realized Miguel was asleep and apparently dead to the world, the three girls had amused themselves for a little while by rubbing their pussies against various parts of his body. Allie had even attempted to fuck herself with one of the young man's intriguing antlers after they laid him out on the floor, but without his active cooperation it had proven too difficult and awkward to get the angles stable and comfortable.
Cassie had been acting so eager and puppyish that Allie had suggested some petplay, to which she readily agreed, crawling off directly to her room to get her pet supplies. Dana had shyly indicated interest as well, so at Cassie's suggestion, they raided Maddie's room for her fox costume. Dana had succumbed to a surprise orgasm when Allie slid the lubricated plug with the long, silky tail into her ass. The three ladies had barked and yipped and licked each other until the sunrise was peeking in the windows and their lust finally cooled.
Glancing at her phone, Allison saw that she'd only slept for a few hours, and never actually made it to a bedroom for any length of time. Still, she had gotten a lot of great video, which would give her something to do on the way home. She quietly gathered her things and crept out of the apartment, almost skipping her way downstairs as she summoned a rideshare. She found a nice sunny patch of grass and laid herself out, making sure her puffy pussy was prominently displayed toward the sidewalk. The few people who were out and about glanced at her and had a wide range of reactions, positive and negative, all of which made her tingle.
When her ride pulled up Allie slid into the backseat and said, "Good morning!" to the man driving, who appeared to be in his mid-20s or so. Seeing his eyes widen at her casual nudity, she felt emboldened to ask, "Would you like to see me make myself cum as your tip? I'd have mentioned it earlier, but the app doesn't support that feature for some reason."
"Uh, yes!" the surprised driver said after several unintelligent noises emerged first. "Can I record it?"
"Absolutely!" Allie beamed. "You can even share it around with your friends, if you'll put a link to my fan site on it."
"Uh, okay!" he agreed quickly. The man drove a bit faster than was strictly legal in his rush to get his tip, while Allie did some quick editing and posted some of her clips from her latest escapade. By the time they were pulling into the neighborhood she was gently teasing her nipples to make milk run down her body. The driver stopped in front of the house and turned around, phone held ready, and groaned as he got his first good look at the naked beauty in his back seat.
Allie had been considerate enough to place her dress on the seat beneath her, so she felt no compunctions about being as forceful as she wanted when fingering herself. She stared lustfully at the man's camera while massaging a teat with her left hand and plunging the fingers of her right into her sopping quim, squelching loudly and lewdly in the confined space. She moaned a little theatrically, although she was earnestly enjoying the entire experience.
"Ooh, get ready, I'm almost there!" Allie panted, then arched her back and cried out as she came wetly. It was nothing like the gushing flood her sister could produce, but the driver gulped audibly as he watched his passenger's fluids drip down onto her dress, finally leaving several viscous strands slowly descending as she blew the camera a kiss. Slumping back to the seat, she ran her fingers through her curls a few times to spread the wetness around and asked seductively, "Was it good for you, too?"
The man lowered his camera and nodded vigorously, then blushed as he realized she was staring pointedly at the spreading stain on the front of his khakis. Allie smiled sweetly and chirped, "Hope to see you again!" as she clambered out of the car with her bag and sodden dress.
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Tina stretched languorously as she awoke, smiling at the feel of morning sunlight kissing her nude form. She opened her eyes and sat up, massaging her slightly sore breasts and discovering the lipstick stains surrounding her nipples. She blushed and grinned, tweaking her teats a little to force a few drops of milk out. She licked her fingers clean and strutted to her bathroom, feeling unusually sexy. She took a moment during her morning routine to arrange a generous tip for the alluring Allison, or whatever the girl's real name was, regretting that she couldn't afford to enjoy the young woman more than a few times a year.
Tina mooed quietly as she sat at her kitchen table expressing her milk into a bowl, somewhat shocked and appalled at how sexy she now thought it sounded. The random lowing had been happening at odd times the last week or so, and for a little while she had worried she was going crazy, but now it seemed like it was just her libido recognizing the truth before her conscious mind caught up. It was still a little embarrassing, and she didn't exactly want to advertise her cow fetish to everyone, but it was an exciting secret to keep.
It was while daydreaming of cowbells and cow-print lingerie that Tina suddenly had her great epiphany. Although she had long harbored a certain amount of resentment about her lactation limiting her potential romantic partners to fetishists, it now occurred to her that those same fetishists could be a financial bonanza. She wasn't prepared to become an escort or anything like that, of course, no matter how much she adored the one such girl she'd met. But she suspected that there might be a market for her milk in a fetish-oriented community.
After she'd drained her breasts to a comfortable level, Tina started doing some research, and it didn't take her very long to find what she was looking for. Not only were there people willing to pay for authentic breastmilk, the money they offered seemed downright insane. Presumably it had a lot to do with the supply being very low, even lower than the secretive demand. She wasted no time in setting up a suitable account and advertising it on the sites she found, and before she'd finished the rounds she already had half a dozen pre-orders.
It took a little more research to find out the requirements for the proper shipping and handling of such a product, but Tina was confident that her first parcels would be able to go out on Monday. She was surprised to find herself masturbating at the table as she designed a spreadsheet and other files for her new business venture, but she shrugged it off as an inescapable consequence of just how sexy it was to imagine those kinky men paying outrageous fees just to drink her milk. She mooed when she came, but her fingers barely paused their dancing.
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Maddie stared groggily around the strange room for several seconds before she remembered where she was and why. She glanced over at the two women in bed with her and smirked. Leila was spooning Ruth, who was scrunched up and had her thumb in her mouth. Ruth's other hand was gently gripping Maddie's breast, which appeared to be wet with saliva, suggesting the young woman had been suckling her fake Mommy in her sleep.
Humming contentedly, Madelyn pinched her nipples to encourage her milk to let down, then gently extracted Ruth's thumb and replaced it with one of her teats. Her adult baby started nursing reflexively for a few moments before opening sleepy eyes briefly and smiling dreamily. Ruth started sucking more vigorously, making Mommy moan quietly and causing Mama Leila to also wake up.
"Breakfast time already?" the bunny girl mumbled sleepily, rubbing her hands up and down Ruth's pale flanks.
"I was feeling a little sore this morning," Maddie confessed. "I know my boobs are a little bigger than they were before my milk came in, and I think the amount is going up the more we drink."