Sharon, the adventure begins…
Sharon rented the office opposite to mine. She was from northern India and I have to be honest, when we first met, I wasn’t sexually attracted to her. She always wore baggy pants and long loose fitting Sador like blouses. The look completely hid her figure.
She was very pleasent to be around however. Always had a warm smile and a happy, if some what metered, disposition. Generally, a very friendly, wonderful person.
I was in the office one weekend finishing a rush project. I decided to take a lunch break. As I was leaving Sharon was arriving. She walked up the stairs and when she saw me she flashed her wonderful smile and said “hi…” But, there was something very different about her that day. When she reach the top of the stairs I realized what it was.
She had form fitting jeans and a tight fitting top with a scoop neck. Her boobs were huge. She had a thin waist and a nice, round butt. Her dark skin was radiant and flawless. I struggled to not glare at her cleavage but she busted me (pun intended) almost immediately. “Aaaaa, Randy…” she said in a sweet Indian accent “my face is up here…” .
I apologized but, of course, that only made things worse. I asked if she would forgive my boyish behavior if I bought her some lunch. She then surprised me by saying “ there is only one thing this Indian girl likes more than hot sex and that’s… hot curry!”
My brain went into overdrive as I sorted through all the Indian restaurants I knew. I suggested a couple of places until finally she grabbed my hand and said “I know a better place…” She took me to a little, 5 table, hole in the wall restaurant that made totally amazing curry. I asked “how did you ever find this place?” She just smiled and said “my curry sense was tingling…” It became our go to business lunch hangout.
One afternoon, as we returned to the office from lunch, I noticed a spot on her top and so I discreetly pointed it out. “Oh…” she paused, “well you see, I take a medication that has a rather embarrassing side effect. Every few months I just start to lactate. It only lasts a little while and then it goes away for a few more months. But when it happens, I feel like a total milk donor…”
We went into her office. She dabbed and dried her top a bit. She then apologized saying she hoped she hadn’t gross me out too much. I said “I hope I don’t gross you out by saying I think it’s very exciting…”
Getting milk directly from a beautiful woman’s breast has always been a fantasy of mine. I have met many breasts over the years, but none of them has ever given back. So this was an opportunity I had to pursue! But how does one ask a woman that you want to suck her nipples and drink her milk?
I decided to be straight forward about it and hope she would accept my interest as curiosity and not some sick perversion.
She pondered my some what awkward request then said “OK," shrugging her shoulders, "I’m up for a little adventure… I have to change this blouse and bra anyway” she said as she stripped off her blouse “but I warn you, once my milk starts flowing, well, let’s just say I hope you're thirsty…” as she popped open her bra.
She said “now, watch this…” She slightly squeezed her tits a few times, put her hands by her side, then suddenly, her nipples started to drip milk on their own. I just stood there and watched. After a bit she laughed and said “I’m going to get a towel.” I hadn’t noticed but, a big pool of her milk had formed on the floor.
I took the towel from her, knelt, and started to mop up her milk. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I looked up, “are you going to waste all this good milk?” she said grabbing her tits. I put the towel down and placed my hands on her waist, and took her dripping, nipple into my mouth.
I gently licked her nipple, but didn’t suck. Her flavor was rich, creamy and a little sweet, which was a perfect combination with the saltiness of her skin. I began sucking her nipple loudly, and a heavy stream of Sharon’s milk started to quickly fill my mouth.
I paused, came off her breast, swallowed and said “wow, you weren’t joking! You almost milk drowned me…” she smiled, “don’t forget” she said “I have two…” as she pivoted her chest presenting her dripping, left breast.
This when on for several minutes and every thing was getting soaked. Her breasts, chest and belly were glazed in her milk. My shirt, her pants…it was getting real sloppy! We stopped and mopped up a bit. “Well, I have to dry these now too” she said, as she removed her pants and panties, laying them on the desk. (I was still fully dressed).
Naked, she then turned to me and said “had enough?” I smiled and said “Give me those tits!” She slowly step towards me, put her hand behind my head and gently pulled my mouth against her nipple and held it there. Softly rubbing my head as I drank from her.
I let my hands slide down her waist to the sides of her hips. She didn’t object so I slid my hand around to her firm butt and gently squeezed. She then reacted with, “this is getting serious…” I swallowed, yet again, looked up and said “what ever you are comfortable with Sharon, no pressure…”
“Well” she said “I think it’s only fair that since you got to taste my milk, I get to taste your cream…”
I undressed. As I did, I watched her milk continued to drip down her breasts. Down her belly. Down her legs. Some of it dripped down onto her pussy lips before dripping to the floor.
She lunged at me and our bodies slammed together making a slapping noise on impact. We passionately embraced and kissed. She looked at me with her amazing green eyes and said “I don’t want you to think I’m easy, so I’m only going to suck your sack dry…” and she dropped to the floor and slid my cock into her mouth. “OK…” I said… LOL
It was surreal. Standing there, looking out the window to the street below. People were going about there every day business while I was getting fantastic head. She had me trembling in minutes. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t going to stop until she got it.
As is my custom, I informed her of the pending eruption so she would be prepared. She took her hands off my cock and put them on my hips and grabbed tight. It was just her mouth and throat now. She deepened her plunges and quickened her pace.
It was a beautiful, fluid type of orgasm. A soft, slow, continues flow of long, full pulses rather than the typical ballistic semen blast.
She stood, soaked in her milk and my cum, and in an out of breath voice, said “your cum has a wonderful curry flavor that reminds me of home…” We softly embraced and kissed. She then turned but slipped. I grabbed her, and we both ended up on the floor in what could only be describe as a pond of breast milk.
“I guess we should call the janitor…” she quipped.
To Sharon...
My masala
milk maid.
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She was very pleasent to be around however. Always had a warm smile and a happy, if some what metered, disposition. Generally, a very friendly, wonderful person.
I was in the office one weekend finishing a rush project. I decided to take a lunch break. As I was leaving Sharon was arriving. She walked up the stairs and when she saw me she flashed her wonderful smile and said “hi…” But, there was something very different about her that day. When she reach the top of the stairs I realized what it was.
She had form fitting jeans and a tight fitting top with a scoop neck. Her boobs were huge. She had a thin waist and a nice, round butt. Her dark skin was radiant and flawless. I struggled to not glare at her cleavage but she busted me (pun intended) almost immediately. “Aaaaa, Randy…” she said in a sweet Indian accent “my face is up here…” .
I apologized but, of course, that only made things worse. I asked if she would forgive my boyish behavior if I bought her some lunch. She then surprised me by saying “ there is only one thing this Indian girl likes more than hot sex and that’s… hot curry!”
My brain went into overdrive as I sorted through all the Indian restaurants I knew. I suggested a couple of places until finally she grabbed my hand and said “I know a better place…” She took me to a little, 5 table, hole in the wall restaurant that made totally amazing curry. I asked “how did you ever find this place?” She just smiled and said “my curry sense was tingling…” It became our go to business lunch hangout.
One afternoon, as we returned to the office from lunch, I noticed a spot on her top and so I discreetly pointed it out. “Oh…” she paused, “well you see, I take a medication that has a rather embarrassing side effect. Every few months I just start to lactate. It only lasts a little while and then it goes away for a few more months. But when it happens, I feel like a total milk donor…”
We went into her office. She dabbed and dried her top a bit. She then apologized saying she hoped she hadn’t gross me out too much. I said “I hope I don’t gross you out by saying I think it’s very exciting…”
Getting milk directly from a beautiful woman’s breast has always been a fantasy of mine. I have met many breasts over the years, but none of them has ever given back. So this was an opportunity I had to pursue! But how does one ask a woman that you want to suck her nipples and drink her milk?
I decided to be straight forward about it and hope she would accept my interest as curiosity and not some sick perversion.
She pondered my some what awkward request then said “OK," shrugging her shoulders, "I’m up for a little adventure… I have to change this blouse and bra anyway” she said as she stripped off her blouse “but I warn you, once my milk starts flowing, well, let’s just say I hope you're thirsty…” as she popped open her bra.
She said “now, watch this…” She slightly squeezed her tits a few times, put her hands by her side, then suddenly, her nipples started to drip milk on their own. I just stood there and watched. After a bit she laughed and said “I’m going to get a towel.” I hadn’t noticed but, a big pool of her milk had formed on the floor.
I took the towel from her, knelt, and started to mop up her milk. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I looked up, “are you going to waste all this good milk?” she said grabbing her tits. I put the towel down and placed my hands on her waist, and took her dripping, nipple into my mouth.
I gently licked her nipple, but didn’t suck. Her flavor was rich, creamy and a little sweet, which was a perfect combination with the saltiness of her skin. I began sucking her nipple loudly, and a heavy stream of Sharon’s milk started to quickly fill my mouth.
I paused, came off her breast, swallowed and said “wow, you weren’t joking! You almost milk drowned me…” she smiled, “don’t forget” she said “I have two…” as she pivoted her chest presenting her dripping, left breast.
This when on for several minutes and every thing was getting soaked. Her breasts, chest and belly were glazed in her milk. My shirt, her pants…it was getting real sloppy! We stopped and mopped up a bit. “Well, I have to dry these now too” she said, as she removed her pants and panties, laying them on the desk. (I was still fully dressed).
Naked, she then turned to me and said “had enough?” I smiled and said “Give me those tits!” She slowly step towards me, put her hand behind my head and gently pulled my mouth against her nipple and held it there. Softly rubbing my head as I drank from her.
I let my hands slide down her waist to the sides of her hips. She didn’t object so I slid my hand around to her firm butt and gently squeezed. She then reacted with, “this is getting serious…” I swallowed, yet again, looked up and said “what ever you are comfortable with Sharon, no pressure…”
“Well” she said “I think it’s only fair that since you got to taste my milk, I get to taste your cream…”
I undressed. As I did, I watched her milk continued to drip down her breasts. Down her belly. Down her legs. Some of it dripped down onto her pussy lips before dripping to the floor.
She lunged at me and our bodies slammed together making a slapping noise on impact. We passionately embraced and kissed. She looked at me with her amazing green eyes and said “I don’t want you to think I’m easy, so I’m only going to suck your sack dry…” and she dropped to the floor and slid my cock into her mouth. “OK…” I said… LOL
It was surreal. Standing there, looking out the window to the street below. People were going about there every day business while I was getting fantastic head. She had me trembling in minutes. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t going to stop until she got it.
As is my custom, I informed her of the pending eruption so she would be prepared. She took her hands off my cock and put them on my hips and grabbed tight. It was just her mouth and throat now. She deepened her plunges and quickened her pace.
It was a beautiful, fluid type of orgasm. A soft, slow, continues flow of long, full pulses rather than the typical ballistic semen blast.
She stood, soaked in her milk and my cum, and in an out of breath voice, said “your cum has a wonderful curry flavor that reminds me of home…” We softly embraced and kissed. She then turned but slipped. I grabbed her, and we both ended up on the floor in what could only be describe as a pond of breast milk.
“I guess we should call the janitor…” she quipped.
To Sharon...
My masala
milk maid.
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4 years ago
I wouldn't waste her lovely milk
