Had he heard my thoughts? I shook my head and turned around, walking straight up to my room. Thankfully, he hadn’t followed me.
By late afternoon, the house felt very quiet. Mark was in the garage, the low tune of his music and the metal clanking told me he was starting his pre-session prep.
I locked myself in the small guest bathroom downstairs that no one ever used except for storage.
My heart hammered hard as I knelt on the cold tiled floor. I had to fix this, I needed three glasses. That was what mom demanded and I had no other option than to shamelessly give him what my own body shamefully produces.
I pulled the small breast pump I had hidden in my backpack from its case. The soft silicone flange felt cold on my skin as I pressed it over my right nipple. “With my free hand I opened a private folder on my phone I had earlier saved. One from marks old training clips where he was shirtless training clips where he was shirtless, demonstrating proper excessive form to a female client, his deep voice echoing instructions in the video.z
“Chest up, tighten your core… don’t you dare quit on me.” The sound of his voice alone made my noodles tighten painfully. The pump hissed audibly as it began to pull and within seconds warm milk started flowing into the collection bottle.
I closed my eyes, letting my other hand slide into my shorts. My fingers found my slick swollen clot and began circling slowly at first, then faster, going in sync with the pump.
The memory of his smirk earlier this morning flashed through my mind, the way he had looked straight at the door while pounding into Mom. My breath hitched. I pressed my other breast hard and let the milk seep out into the bottle with a soft splash.
I switched breasts, the pressure I felt in both was now unbearable. The sweet, creamy scent filled the small bathroom. I was dripping down my thighs, two fingers buried deep inside my tight pussy. On the phone screen, Mark’s muscles flexed as he corrected the client's posture.
His deep voice resonated. “Good girl, just like that. Take it deeper.”
A whimper escaped my lips, my breasts felt heavier and fuller, I squeezed one roughly while the pump worked on the other and fresh milk sprayed, some missing the bottle and landing on the tank too, onto the floor. The wet patches are spreading quickly.
I was so close.
My hips jerked as I fucked myself harder with my fingers, imagining it was Mark’s thick cock stretching me instead.
The bottle was nearly full now… almost two glasses worth of milk but I needed three.
Just a little more.
I bit down on my lip hard as I came to my climax. My pussy clenched violently around my fingers while my breasts spurted out more milk from my chest. The sweet scent grew thicker, clouding the air.
I trembled, my thighs shaking as the last few pulses drained into the collection bottle.
Panting, I stared at the bottle in my hands. It was warm. Slightly foamy. The rich, creamy liquid looked far more appealing than the store-bought shake.
Mark would be drinking my breast milk, which my body had produced. My cheeks burned red from the thought of it in excitement. This was the only way to cover my mistake and prevent getting into trouble with mom. I quickly cleaned myself up and changed into a fresh tank top but kept the same skirt
The stain patches were hidden since they had clung uncomfortably to my thighs, I carried the glass down the hall, my heart pounding.
Marcus walked in from the garage just as I set the shaker on the counter. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his chest and abs, the low-slung athletic shorts doing nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock. His eyes landed on me immediately.
“Thought you might have forgotten about my shake.” He said breathily, sounding exhausted. His gaze dropped to the bottles. “That’s it?”
I forced a smile then nodded, pushing it toward him. “It’s a new recipe, all natural. Mom said you needed three full glasses before your session.”
He took the glass from my hand, and for a brief moment his fingers touched the side where my palm had been on, the innocent indirect contact made my heart race a little.
He didn’t seem to notice it; perhaps he saw my hidden excitement. His gaze stayed on me longer before he brought the glass to his lips. I watched him as he took the first big gulp.
His brows scrunched up, he paused, then took another gulp with a nod.
“Damn, this tasted really good, rich, and way better than the usual stuff.” He licked his lips slowly, deliberately looking at me sensually. “What brand is it? Tastes more… homemade.” He stared at the glass and back at me.
My cheeks warmed up at the thought of my body's liquid flowing down his throat right now. The thought of it made my knees weak, he was literally drinking me, tasting the milk my body made while I was fucking myself thinking of him. I shifted on my other foot, unknowingly revealing the spackled patch on my skirt that had gotten worse, fresh milk continued leaking from my nipples and seeping through my tank top, running down the dark fabric between my thighs, making it obvious the
wet spot.
The outline of my nipples was very visible now and the skirt clung to the transparent parts, revealing what had happened.
Mark's eyes trailed to my body, he froze with the milk glass on his lips, staring at the
dark stain and the material stuck to my thighs, his brows scrunched in surprise.
He lowered the glass slowly, his lips with traces of milk. “Elena?” His voice was low. “What the hell is going on with you?”
My heart skipped, my legs were freezing, my voice was thinning, the glass was nearly slipping, my secret had been exposed, the fresh milk he had just drank and praised had come straight from my breasts while I masturbated on the thoughts of him.
“I… I have to go.” I stuttered, turning back, my voice breaking. Milk still trickled from my nipples, ruining my clothes more. Behind me, I heard the couch creak as he stood.
“Elena, come back here.” His voice was calm but commanding. I didn’t listen, my legs didn’t stop, I was about to climb the stairs when his arms
swooped around my waist, pulling me back to him.
“You have a lot of explaining to do, little girl.” He whispered in my ear.