Posted 20030711 to alt.sex.stories.moderated. 
Milk Money (MF, lactation, prostitution)
by Philip Harris

The Internet "Encounters" ad said:

   Share Your Milk

   Thirsty man is looking for a lactating single 
   mom who needs a little help paying bills.

20-year-old Karen certainly did need help with paying 
bills.  And lord knows there was enough milk in her to take 
care of a man and take care of the baby too.  

But no, this would be prostitution.  Once a man enjoyed her 
breasts he would want more enjoyment from her.  

Not that Karen couldn't use some of that too.  All the men 
she knew had stayed far away from her ever since her 
pregnancy started showing.  Now it was just a lonely world 
of two--Karen and the baby.

"How much will you pay?" Karen's email reply asked.  After 
all, it would only be a one-time thing.

Okay, so now Karen's mom was taking care of the baby while 
Karen was "on a job interview," and here was the motel room 
and Karen was about to go in alone and probably be raped 
and everything.  Those worries troubled Karen's mind, but 
that $100 would really come in handy.

"Hi, are you Karen?" a pleasant-looking man asked when she 
knocked on the motel room door.  He was a good-looking, 
well-dressed white man, maybe 35-years old.

"Uh, yes," Karen answered.  "Are you the guy who . . . ?"

"Yes, please come right in.  I don't want the motel owner 
seeing us discussing things here."

Karen entered the motel room, and the man closed and locked 
the door quickly behind her.  She looked around and didn't 
see any ropes on the bed or anything.

"What should I . . . ?" Karen asked, not finishing her 
sentence.

"Oh, I suppose . . . sitting on the bed?  Would that be 
okay?" he asked.

Karen sat nervously on the bedside and started unbuttoning 
her red blouse, but then stopped.

"Oh, I should ask you for the money first," she said.

"Okay, it's right here."  He took out his wallet and 
counted five twenties onto the bed.  

Oh, damn he's got a lot of money, Karen thought, noticing 
how full his wallet was.  She could really use some more of 
that money.  Karen took the hundred, folded it once, and 
placed it in her jeans pocket.  

"Okay," Karen said.  Unbuttoning her blouse down to her 
waist, she opened up the cups of her nursing bra, exposing 
her brown breasts and dark, engorged nipples.

"MMmm!  Those look very nice," the guy said, his eyes 
shinning.  He licked his lips in anticipation.  "I wonder, 
would you mind taking your top off entirely?  And the bra?"

"Uh, okay," Karen answered.  She removed her blouse and 
bra, and sat before him, naked from the waist up, her 
breasts ready.

"Oh, wow, they feel great!" he said, his white hands 
grasping Karen's breasts and squeezing them gently, rolling 
them.  "They feel full; are they sore or anything?  I love 
feeling them, but I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh no, that feels good," Karen said.  "This is about my 
baby's usually feeding time, so I feel full of milk, but it 
doesn't hurt me or anything."

He pinched at Karen's nipples gently, and pulled on them.  

"Uh, like this," Karen said, "If you want to get it 
started."  She cupped her left hand beneath her left 
breast, and plucked at her left nipple with the thumb and 
forefinger of her right hand, pinching down near her dark 
areola.  She pulled much harder and faster than he had, and 
in just a moment her white milk made its appearance at the 
tip of her nipple.  "I used to have to start them for the 
baby," she said, "but now he knows to suck hard until it 
starts."

The man licked Karen's wet nipple, tasting her with his 
tongue.

"Oh that's good!" he said.  "You can't believe how long 
I've wanted to do this."

His mouth closed hungrily upon Karen's breast and he sucked 
her with passion.  Soon she felt herself flowing freely.  
Wow, having a man do it was different!  He sucked her hard, 
and seemed to be really enjoying himself with what she was 
giving.

Karen felt very horny doing this.  Nursing her baby always 
aroused her, but of course she ignored that because she was 
busy with mommy business.  But being a half-naked whore in 
a strange man's motel room made Karen feel very horny.

"Oh, oh," Karen started moaning.  Her pussy ached for 
attention.  It felt almost like she was playing with it.

Hearing her, he stopped sucking, and took his mouth from 
her nipple.  "Does it make you horny to give milk?" he 
asked.

"A little," Karen admitted.

"This is making me wicked horny too," he said.

Then he hugged Karen, passionately, holding the naked part 
of her body against his, pressing her breasts against his 
white business shirt and reaching around to feel the 
nakedness of her back.

"Do you mind if I hold you a bit?" he asked.  "I haven't 
been with a woman for a while, and with you so close, so 
naked and giving, well I just want to hold you for a bit."  
He kissed her bare shoulder.

Karen didn't say anything.  She put her arms around him and 
held him too.  She knew that she was beginning to surrender 
to him.  Damn, why could men always get away with things 
with her?  Karen knew now for sure that he was going to 
want to fuck her, and she knew that she needed the money.  
She wondered how much she should ask for.

One side of his shirtfront was wet with Karen's milk when 
he released her from his hug.  His hand found her left 
breast again, touched and tugged, and then his mouth closed 
upon her left nipple again.

Karen started getting her right breast ready, but he took 
over the job while still milking from her left breast.  For 
several minutes he suckled in moist silence while Karen 
squirmed in embarrassed arousal.  She eased her hand down 
and unbuttoned her jeans at the waist, discreetly trying to 
slide her hand inside her jeans for some relief.

"Do you want to take your pants off?" he asked, after a 
hard, emptying suck on her left breast.

"Yeah," Karen admitted.  She quickly removed her shoes and 
jeans, leaving herself naked except for her white panties.

"Your milk is really good," he told her.  "Have you ever 
tasted it yourself?"

"A little," Karen said, "when I've pumped it for the baby 
to have later."

"Ooh, could you pump some for me to have later too?" he 
asked.

"The way you're going I don't think there's going to be any 
left, for now," she said.  

Karen felt guilty about saying no.  She also thought about 
the money she saw in his wallet.

"Maybe I could pump some for you later, you know, a small 
bottle, for some money."

"Do you think you could make me a half pint a day?" he 
asked, feeling her breasts as if judging their capacity.

"Well, yes," Karen said.  "Do you mean like, every day?"

"Yes," he said, "a half pint, fresh from you every day.  
But I'd want to see you make it."

"Maybe," Karen said, doubtfully.

"Excellent," he said.  "Now let me finish today's milk.  Is 
it easier for you to give sitting up, or lying down?"

"I've only tried it sitting up."

"Would you like to lie down on the bed?"

"Okay," Karen said.  She didn't really want to, but she was 
starting to feel like she was in his control.  She felt 
really horny, and was anxious about when he was going to 
ask her to fuck.

Once Karen lay down, he caressed her whole body with his 
hands, even sliding a hand inside her panties and feeling 
her bush.

"We only talked about, you know, me giving milk," Karen 
prompted.

Without answering her, he pulled back the elastic on 
Karen's panties and looked at her pussy.  She spread her 
legs, letting him see what he wanted to see.

"You're nice everywhere," he said, letting her panties snap 
back into place.  Unexpectedly, he kissed Karen lightly on 
the mouth.  

He sucked on Karen's left breast again, finding a little 
more milk there.  Then he started on her right breast.  He 
held her breast with one hand while he suckled.  His other 
hand played with Karen's other breast for a while, and then 
began exploring downward.

Soon he stroked Karen's pussy through her panties, 
something that she was dying to do herself.

"Does this feel good?" he asked between sucks.

"Yes," Karen said, almost in a moan.  She reached down and 
directed his hand to the right place, because he wasn't 
quite finding the spot.

For the next ten minutes Karen moaned and sighed.  His 
fingers soon forced their way pass the barrier of her 
panties and entered her pussy.  Karen orgasmed while giving 
milk, something she'd craved doing ever since she started 
lactating.

When Karen's second breast was empty, he slid her now-
soaked panties down her hips and off her legs, and began 
undressing himself.

"Uh, a hundred dollars," Karen said.  "I mean a hundred 
more to . . . uh, what you want to do."  Damn, she wished 
she'd thought of bringing a condom.

"How late can you stay?" he asked.

"Just another hour," Karen said.

"I'll pay you $50 more for this," he said, making it clear 
that he set the prices.  

It felt wonderful when he plunged his firmly erect cock 
into Karen; it was the first cock Karen had inside her in 
months.  Karen felt very good when he came inside her, very 
good.  She came too.

He lay on top of Karen afterward, still inside her, resting 
himself, caressing her bare shoulders.  He kissed Karen on 
the forehead.

"How would you like to live in my house?" he asked.  "I'm a 
bachelor and I need a housekeeper.  That way you can 
provide me with milk, and this," he pressed his cock into 
her more tightly.  "I'll provide a private room for you and 
your baby, but you'll sleep in my bed at night."

"You mean, and just keep making milk?" Karen asked.  "But 
what about when . . . ?"

"I've heard that as long as a women keeps nursing, she can 
keep producing."

"I don't know about that," Karen said.

"I'll pay you a thousand dollars a week," he offered, "less 
if you stop producing.  But you'll have to keep house too--
and provide services as a woman."

With him lying on top of her, his semen and manhood inside 
her, Karen felt as if she had no choice in the matter.  He 
was offering to solve her money problems and give her a 
place to live with her baby--in return for milk and pussy.

Karen wrapped her arms around him, surrendering.  He held 
her tightly in return.  

She'd only meant to sell him the milk, Karen realized, but 
he'd bought the whole dairy.

-end-

More stories by Philip Harris can be found on /~pharris/.