Kassie's Service (10 page)

Joseph moved closed and watched as her breasts produced
more milk. “Wonderful,” he said.

It wasn’t a lot but it was more than the previous day.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked. “Do you want to suck my breasts?”

“No, don’t stop. Let’s see how much we can get from you
this morning.”

He let the pump run for the full half hour that had
become Kassie’s standard. The amount of milk came to just under two ounces when
both breasts production were combined. “Very good,” he complimented her. “Let’s
see what you can do this afternoon.”

Before she could say anything else he upended the
contents of the bottle into his mouth and held the liquid on his tongue. Kassie
just stared, not knowing what to do or say. It was an odd act. Breast milk was
for babies, but that didn’t seem to bother Joseph. It shouldn’t have surprised
her, she realized. What else would be the purpose of getting her breasts to
lactate if not for someone to drink it? The logical choice was Joseph.

That afternoon instead of being hooked up to the milking
machine Kassie was in for a surprise. The doorbell rang and she automatically
went to answer it, topless as normal. She was only mildly surprised to see
Joanie waiting to come inside. “Are you here to see Joseph?” she asked the
older woman.

Joanie smiled. “Sure, we can say that.”

Kassie escorted her acquaintance and sometime lover to
Joseph’s office where she left them alone. “Go to my bedroom,” he ordered, “and
wait for me there.”

This didn’t surprise Kassie. She assumed she was going to
have sex with Joanie while Joseph either watched or joined in; either seemed
like an exciting prospect.

When Joanie came in the bedroom, accompanied by Joseph,
she was wearing her uniform, a red g-string, and she slipped into bed next to
Kassie. When the blonde reached for Joanie, to caress and kiss as was their
habit when having sex, Joanie pushed her away and moved lower on the bed.

“She’s not here to have sex with you,” Joseph explained.
“She’s here to nurse you.”

“Oh,” was all Kassie could say as Joanie’s mouth closed
on her nipple and started sucking. “Why?”

“Human mouth is better to get milk flowing than even the
best breast pump,” Joseph told her. “But I wasn’t going to hire a wet nurse for
you until I was sure you could produce.”

“I thought a wet nurse was the woman with the milk,”
Kassie said. She closed her eyes and tried not to get distracted by Joanie’s
mouth.

“For a baby, yes. For a woman who needs to be lactation
induced, no.”

“Oh.”

“Are you getting any milk?” Joseph asked Joanie.

The other woman let go of Kassie’s breast. “I think so. I
tasted something sweet.”

“Very good. Her milk this morning was sweet as well.
Perfect. Make sure.”

Joanie nodded and grasped Kassie’s left breast in both
hands, squeezing and manipulating it. Kassie was disappointed she wasn’t being
nursed any longer. The massage was rough, not painful really, but rougher than
she would have handled her breasts on her how. That probably turned out to be a
good thing because after less than a minute a few drops of the thin, semi-clear
liquid pearled on the tip of her nipple. Joanie leaned forward and licked off
the liquid.

“Oh, yes, very sweet.”

“Continue nursing,” Joseph said. “Give me a report when
you’re done.”

To Kassie’s surprise and annoyance he walked out of the
room. “What?” she said out loud.

“Don’t let it bother you. He just wants your tits flowing
well before he takes over. Give it a few more days and he’ll be attached to
your boobs every free moment he has.”

Kassie settled back on the bed and considered what Joanie
was doing to her. She couldn’t remain angry very long because her nimble
fingers worked under Kassie’s g-string and slipped into her pussy.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” Kassie sighed.

Joanie continued to nurse but kept her fingers in place
while she did so. The minor ordeal of being nursed was assuaged when Joanie was
done and the two women made love. Kassie was pretty sure Joseph was watching
them on his cameras and beating off at the same time.

And so it continued for the next week. Kassie was
alternately nursed by Joanie and a new member of Joseph’s circle, a man who
went by the name Drew and was as eager to suck on Kassie’s tits as he was to
fuck her pussy. He was easily the man with the biggest cock she had ever fucked
so the experience with him was new and exciting as well. He said very little
but had a fantastic body and fucked her as hard as he could when he was done
nursing.

It was the next week before Joseph was ready to get her
milk fresh from the source. It turned out that inducing lactation was sort of
like turning on a faucet and then breaking off the handle. The volume and speed
steadily increased every day. Her breasts were sore right before being nursed
and she looked forward to every bit of human contact with her nipples. A few
times no one was available and she had to resort to the breast pump. By the end
of the week her breasts were producing eight ounces at a time. She was amazed
and fascinated.

It was when he finally got into bed with her and took her
nipple into his mouth that Kassie experienced full satisfaction of producing
milk for her dom. “This is so weird,” she said to him as he nursed from her
tits.

“Why?” he asked between gulps. Her milk was flowing
steadily and it felt
so
deliciously good for the milk to leave her body.
Kassie wasn’t sure if it was the flow or the sensation of his lips on her
nipples or the hormones that her body produced while she lactated, or perhaps
all three.

“Just because. It’s not what breast milk was meant for.”

“Says who?” Joseph asked.

“It just seems…unnatural.”

He looked up at her. “It’s the most natural thing in the
world, putting your breasts to use for their real purpose.”

She wanted to argue some more, that she’d never been
pregnant so inducing lactation wasn’t natural, that her milk was intended for
consumption by an adult man, not a baby, that she was being used by him for his
pleasure…but then she felt her eyes rolling back into her head.

Kassie hated to admit it, but she loved the sensation of
his lips on her tits, the feel of the let down when her milk started flowing,
the way he used her for his pleasure and kink.

Unconsciously she rubbed her thighs together as Joseph
nursed. Her breathing became quicker, shallower. Joseph recognized the signs of
arousal in his slave, but said or did nothing about it; he wanted to see what
would happen. When her milk gave out he continued suckling her; he became more
insistent, more excited by what she was going through.

It was with great alarm that Kassie came from just the
nipple stimulation. Her back arched up and she nearly dislodged Joseph from her
breast but he kept on her, sucking harder and harder. She let out a surprised
wail of orgasm. It was so different than when her clit and pussy made her cum;
it wasn’t better, just different. So different she didn’t know how to handle it
and she started crying.

“A good orgasm?” Joseph asked her in a disinterested
tone.

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“That’s very good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now hold
still.”

He  sat up and knelt above her, pulled out his already
erect cock, and started stroking it. She just watched. He didn’t ask her to do
anything; if he wanted her to touch him, he would have demanded it.

It didn’t take him very long to masturbate and finish.
His load of heavy, thick semen shot out and splashed across her tits, rolling
down to her neck, and dripped on the sheets. He watched, almost detached from
the moment, as each little spurt added to the small puddles on Kassie’s pale
skin. “Thank you,” she said when he was done.

“Go clean yourself,” he told her as he put his cock away.

A plan was hatched to get her through the Thanksgiving
holiday. Kassie quickly realized if she wasn’t milked on a regular basis her
tits started seriously hurting. The pain was relieved by either nursing or
pumping. Joseph wasn’t going to be around to nurse from her and couldn’t find
anyone to help her out—not even Joanie or Doug who were always eager to abuse
her tits—so Joseph bought her a high quality breast pump.

“Where will I keep it?” she all but whined to him.

“In your bedroom. In your car. I don’t care. You don’t
have to hide it from your parents.”

But she did have to. Luckily the model he bought was very
quiet. Still, Kassie was careful to lock her bedroom door, turn on music, and
pump away, relieving her tits first, then masturbating with her finger on her
clit if the pump didn’t cause her to cum first. When she was done she carefully
hid the pump and it’s box in the back of her closet. Not wanting to risk being
caught carrying breast milk in what looked like baby bottles to the bathroom,
Kassie opted to drink her own milk.

At first she hesitated, then after a simple sip she
realized the flavor was weak, but sweet. Downing the eight ounces was easy.

The most uncomfortable part of Thanksgiving wasn’t her
tits, but creepy Uncle Chad staring at her chest during dinner and afterwards.
His comment, “You’re really growing up, Kassie. You’ve become a real woman.”

That was enough for Kassie to get up and leave the room.
It was one thing for Joseph to give her money, make her have sex with
strangers, force her to take drugs that caused her to lactate, and then nurse
from her on his demand, but putting up with leering comments from a relative
ten years older than her was too much.

Kassie had her pride and limits.

After Thanksgiving her life almost became a blur.
Christmas was approaching. She had money to buy presents for her family. She
was happy being Joseph’s milkmaid. He was even having her come to his office
twice a week where he made her sit at the receptionist’s desk and answer the
phone. Of course she worse appropriate business attire, but underneath her
modest clothes she was braless and the tiny g-string barely hid her pussy
safely away.

More than once Joseph made her pump her breasts at the
desk while he watched. The office door wasn’t locked. Anyone could come in and
see her in a state of semi-dress and completely vulnerable. Joseph would
consume her milk when she was done, order her into his private office, bend her
over the desk, lift her skirt, pull down her panties, and fuck her.

It made her happy to serve him.

A week before Christmas Joseph handed her a schedule for
vacation time. She would be forced to resort to the breast pump hidden in her
closet on odd days. Joseph apparently had a life outside his house and office
and family members he never talked about. He also handed her a present wrapped
in fancy paper.

“I didn’t get you anything,” she protested.

“You give me a present every day,” he said. Joseph didn’t
seem the sentimental type but he could show a human side from time to time that
wasn’t cold and calculated. He did have a personality that operated outside his
kinks. “Open the card first.”

“Okay.” The card itself was plain, nothing fancy, but the
check enclosed was more than twice her weekly salary. “Oh, I can’t accept
this,” she said automatically.

“But you can accept other regular payments for use of
your body?” he asked sarcastically.

“Umm…” was her only response.

“Open the present.”

Now she was afraid of what it might contain. The box
wasn’t large, but knowing Joseph it could be anything. When she opened the box
the present turned out to be two fancy but practical bras.

“Thank you.”

“They’re nursing bras,” he informed her.

“Oh…you want me to use them.”

“Of course I do. Put one on.”

They were in the outer office. The door, as usual, was
unlocked. In her entire time of working at Joseph’s office there had never been
an unexpected walk-in. The mail carrier came the same time every day, other
deliveries were arranged in advance. Still…she couldn’t resist Joseph. She shed
her outer jacket, then quickly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it off.

Kassie had been lucky enough not to have trouble with her
nipples leaking, but she could feel her body threatening to give way every time
she saw Joseph. The let down reflex kicked in each day when she saw him for the
first time. Luckily he always wanted to nurse first thing in the morning. It
was only a matter of time before her tits started leaking milk at every
inopportune moment.

Putting on the maternity bra was easy. Joseph helped her
and adjusted the straps until the fit was perfect. When it was in place he
lowered the flaps that covered her nipples, letting her breasts all but fall
out. She suppressed the urge to giggle. With the flaps lowered it was like she
was wearing a harness around her tits instead of an actual bra.

“Have I ever told you that you are incredibly beautiful?”
he asked her.

“Yes.”

“Have I ever told you that you possess the prettiest tits
I’ve ever seen?”

“Yes.” She looked down at her exposed boobs. Her once
perfectly pale-pink nipples had darkened. They were now a light tan, no longer
a perfect rose color, but they also produced milk, so in many ways her tits
were bigger and better than before.

“Good,” he told her and knelt down in front of her. His
mouth went to her nipple and sucked. The door was unlocked. She was an eighteen
year old girl nursing a man twice her age. Anyone could walk in at any moment.
Gently she held Joseph’s head to her breast and savored the moment.

One more delight was given to her before the arrival of
Christmas vacation. Joseph didn’t mind if she answered her private cell phone
while at the receptionist’s desk. She didn’t immediately recognize the number,
but answered anyway.

“May I please speak with Kassie Callahan?”