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“Honestly? It’s been declining since my brothers started weaning the baby and feeding her more solids. But when I found out the club found someone to pair me with in this room, I spent the a few days pumping as often as I could and taking nursing supplements again to make sure I’d have enough.”
Asher’s eyes meet mine over her shoulder, and I find myself moving to where he’s standing, so I can bask in her beauty, too. This time, it’s me stepping into his personal space, almost as a dare, to see how he responds. Like before, my dick notices how close we are even as it pounds and strains behind my trousers trying to bust its way closer to Talissa.
“You did that for us?” The sweetness of this girl. Taking extra steps to make sure she could fulfill our fantasies even as we signed on to pleasure and see to hers.
“I mean, I didn’t expect there to be three of you when I first signed up to be in room one-ten. But I can’t say I’m upset by the outcome. If you turn up the heat in here and make sure to give me plenty of water, I’m sure I’ll be able to letdown enough to make sure all of you get a turn.” Her easy confidence is sexy, and I can’t wait to reward her honesty with orgasms.
The brief bio she’d included in her scheduling packet revealed she’s been celibate for nearly two years while she surrogated for her brother and his husband. I’ve been suffering from self-imposed abstinence for even longer than I’ve been broken up with Sheila, her obsession with my family’s name and portfolio becoming a turnoff long before I had the time and energy to call it quits. It’s going on a year now since I’ve sunk my cock into a warm, wet haven, and now that tonight is here, it’s hard to hold back.
Chapter Seven
Beck
“What else did you do to prepare for tonight, precious girl?” Listening to Asher and Hud question Talissa while I checked over the equipment was enough to have my balls hard as stone from being loaded past capacity with cum.
“I made sure to be smooth everywhere my sirs might wish to touch me, master. And last night, when the club emailed to tell me I might have multiple partners tonight, I used a toy to prep my backside in case you desired to make use of it.”
“Tell me, Talissa, have you been with more than one man at once?” I’m not sure why I ask the question. The glowers Asher and Hud shoot my way make it clear they don’t want to hear about her past, either.
“No, master. Never for a scene involving penetration.” The ease with which she speaks of lifestyle scenes makes it clear she knows what she’s doing and what to expect. I was prepared to be satisfied licking and sucking a timid single mother’s tits and maybe jerking off onto her stomach. It seemed greedy to fantasize about a trained submissive who would readily hand over control to us.
While Asher and Hudson are typical Doms, Hud being a little different in that he loves to play daddy to naughty little subs who need a firm hand and lots of cuddles, I’ve always considered myself a service top. My favorite part of the power exchange is controlling the scene to ensure my sub receives everything she needs out of it.
“Follow me, precious girl. From this moment on, you’re our milkmaid, and we’re going to nurse as much pleasure from your body as you can take. Are you ready?” I clasp her hand in mine and walk her to where the cross I’ve prepared stands. Lust blows her pupils wide, and her fingers flex around mine.
“Yes, master. Please, I’m ready to be milked.” So sweetly my teeth ache from it, she pivots in front of the wooden cross and waits for me to maneuver her body and strap her onto it. Cum leaks into my boxers in a nonstop trickle of precum.
Her skin is petal soft where I secure the leather bindings at her ankles and wrists. The cross has other fastenings we could use that would immobilize her completely, but that’s not what I’m looking for. It will be a pleasure to watch her back arch and strain to get closer to our mouths as we work her over. To watch her knees buckle and her head thrash when she’s driven from one climax to the next without reprieve.
“Good choice, the cross,” Asher hums from beside me once I’m done checking the fit of each leather cuff.
“Seemed fitting,” I answer. Like them, I’ve spent the last months watching porn featuring lactating women. No matter how convoluted or unique the videos I found were, my memories of watching that first scene at the Pleasure Factory with Asher and Hudson are hotter.
“Why does it feel like now’s the time for a best of five round of rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first?” Hudson’s joke makes Talissa giggle from where she’s mounted just above our eye level. I’m glad she’s getting to see the funny side of our friend after he behaved so out of character before.
“What do you think, precious girl? Think they should play to see who goes first? Or should each of my friends sample the delight of your breasts at the same time?” I ask her.
“Two friends, two breasts. I think it makes sense.” She smirks, and it’s all the consent they need.
Hud moves to her right side and Asher to her left. In tandem, they each cup one of her breasts in their hand. Asher rolls the already leaking nipple of her left breast between his thumb and index finger, catching the quick squirt of thin white liquid in his palm and bringing it to his mouth to lick. The way he groans in delight has my cock twitching, and I pause to consider the eroticism of watching my best friend get off.
I’ve topped men in scenes, though it’s never involved sexual release for me. For the first time in my life, my attention strays to the way his slacks tent with arousal, and I wonder what it would feel like to fist his hard cock in my hand and work him to release while he nurses.
In contrast to Asher’s exploratory play, Hudson hefts Talissa’s right breast high while leaning down to latch his mouth around her nipple. I watch him suckle at her tit while Asher returns to rolling her nipple between his fingers.
“If-if you press your tongue at the bottom, t-to the roof of your mouth, more will come out,” Talissa offers. While in a conventional scene, her silence might have been expected, here her encouragement, with the raspy little hitch when she talks, just makes everything hotter.
The cross lifts her high enough her breasts are only slightly lower than our heads, and I realize it’s been specifically built for exactly this purpose. The realization is a reminder the room is engineered to have everything we might need, and I recall the cabinet on the far wall with the pumps, bottles, and other accessories. While Asher and Hud focus on enjoying her milk, I cross to the shelves to browse.
The cordless wand with a bulb-shaped head is familiar, and I know the handheld unit is famous for intense stimulation. Another shelf holds a variety of lubricants, including a personal favorite. It has no scent and no flavor, making it perfectly unobtrusive. Few things are as disruptive as having to clean off artificial flavoring just to taste skin.
Talissa is smiling down at Asher and Hudson with a fond tenderness that steals my breath when I turn back to the trio. The expression eclipses the carnality of this setting. Longing to see that smile across a dinner table lit by candle glow catches me off guard, and I stumble. The thud of my foot clomping to the floor to stop myself from faceplanting startles her, and her eyes whip to me in concern.
“Master, are you okay?” she asks. The honorific isn’t one I need, and I tell her so.
“It’s Beck, precious. No need for titles. And I’m fine.”
“Alright then, Beck.” My name in her raspy voice heats my blood. I want to hear her say it again. Over and over.
