Lactation at the gloryhole

A low-slung black dress, which fit tight in the waist, very much slimmed down in the period since the birth. Some matching black silk panties and stockings attached to a black garter belt, and topped off with matching color 4 inch heels. The final touch was a sheer black bra, under her dress, which helped support her more full breasts, now about a 36 C. She did her hair, a golden color, and her makeup around her blue eyes with care. At the conclusion, she admired herself in the mirror, a picture of beauty, of sex.

As she watched herself spin in the mirror, she felt that familiar tingle between her legs. Running her hands over her breasts she began to wonder how much time she had before her husband got home from work. She sat down on the end of the bed, hiking up the hem of her dress, and rubbing the front of her panties, feeling the dampening of her pussy begin. Not caring if her husband would be home soon, she began to slowly move a few fingers under the side of her silk panties, running them through the blond hair above her vagina.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned, lying back on the bed, and spreading her legs oh so slowly. Her other hand moved to the neckline of her dress, drawing it down over a breast. The only thing restraining the breast was the sheer fabric of the bra, through which her darker nipples clearly showed against her milky skin. Her lower hand had now moved the silk panties completely to the side, exposing the outer lips of her vagina. She began to rub her clitoris lightly, feeling the warmth of pleasure spread through her body.

Her other hand began to wander, caressing her stomach, running through her hair, lightly squeezing her breasts. She began to moan louder as she pushed two, then three fingers into her cunt. The rate of her masturbation began to speed up. Slowly she could feel the heat swell between her legs, burning her up, as she leaned back fully onto the bed.

Her hand had now completely pushed her panties away, exposing her blond, well-trimmed bush to the early evening air. As her excitement grew, she pulled her dress completely off, lying with only her stockings, garter, and shoes on, naked breasts feeling warm in the cool air.

“How I wish he were here,” she thought to herself as she moved faster and faster toward orgasm. Just then, her breasts began to leak slowly, the sweet cream of her milk dripping slowly down the sides of her breasts, some collecting on her stomach, some falling into the bed sheets. Her hand was moving quickly now, trying to reach the warmth of orgasm. She closed her eyes, and began to squeeze milk from her left breast with her free hand.

It squirted upwards about one foot before falling back down and coating her body in the sugary tasting liquid. As she bathed in her own milk, her orgasm hit, shattering her mind with ecstasy while she moaned uncontrollably, writhing on the bed.

The orgasm remained for a number of minutes, prolonged by the hand on her clitoris, and the shower of white milk coming down around her. When she finally regained her senses, she sat up slowly, thinking about the real world again.

“Damnit, now I have to wash the sheets again,” she thought, “and I’ll have to pump because my milk is just flowing now.” She thought about the baby at her parent’s house, wondering if by some strange connection, that he was hungry for her milk again. She knew her husband would be…

***

When his car finally pulled into the driveway after 6 pm, she had changed clothes into a white mini with a halter top to show off her well-endowed gifts full of mother’s nectar. Some white stiletto heels and white stockings rounded things out. She removed her panties for the evening some time ago, and was now ready to go out with her man to dinner and God knows what else.

The door shut with a loud bang, as she heard her husband going into the kitchen on the first floor, most likely looking for a beer or something. She heard the refrigerator door close just as she was coming down the stairs.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” she asked.

“Terrible, I lost the Fitco contract to our competition, someone hit my car in the parking lot, and I don’t really feel like casserole tonight. Where’s Justin?” he asked quizzically.

“With my folks, sweetheart.” She bit her lip slightly, pondering whether or not to ask if their date was still on.

“We still going out?” he said, thinking warmly about a date with his wife. “I have a special place I’m thinking of” he said with a coy smile.

“Where to, my dear?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing special” he responded with a smile. “I like your outfit,” and with that he took his wife into his arms and gave her a welcome home from work kiss, worthy of the outfit she was wearing. “You look like such the little whore, my dear.”

“Do I then?” she asked with a slight smile. “Does that mean that you are going to fuck me?”

“You bet your ass I am.” He replied.

“Well, then let’s get going,” and out the door they went, him in his shirt and tie, her in the mini and halter top.

As the car started up, her reached over and put a hand in her lap which she steered towards her aching sex, now very moist at the thought of going out in public to show off. As his hands started to play with her vagina, some small moaning sounds escaped her mouth.

“Ohhh, right there, right there. That feels great.”

They were on the interstate now, heading into town with her skirt hiked up and three of his fingers inside her pussy, working in and out slowly. She reclined the passenger seat down in their Jeep, so he could have unlimited access to her cunt. The smell of sex began to spread throughout the Grand Cherokee, and the windows began to steam up, an uncommon occurrence in late summer California.

“Why don’t you get out your toy?” he asked, and she lit up with a smile.

“You brought it?” she said in surprise.

“Check the glove box” he said which she then opened and pulled out a 7 inch long, thin dildo with a slight upward curve at the end.

“Ohhh, baby, you must have something special planned if you brought my toy along” she said deviously.

“You bet I do” he said, as she went to work plunging the dildo in and out of her cunt until she erupted in orgasm, moaning loudly and going tense as it hit.

“You have to stop doing that, dear” he said, “you are giving me a boner that won’t quit.”

“Am I?” she asked feigning surprise. “Well then we should take care of it shouldn’t we?.” She reached over and unzipped his slacks, taking his hard cock out of the restraints of his pants. She leaned over and began to give her husband a blowjob, not caring who saw or what may happen if they get caught.

Up and down she went, using her mouth as a great vacuum to suck on his hard-on. “Ohhh” it was his turn to moan, as he felt the sperm boiling in his balls, aching to be released. She could tell he wouldn’t last long, and increased her pace, trying to keep his eyes fixed to hers as long as he could still drive safely. He began to tense and she knew it was time.

“Oh God, here it comes” he yelled, disintegrating into animal moans as shot after shot of thick sperm began spewing into her mouth, down her throat and into her tummy. She continued sucking, trying to catch every last bit, not wanting to waste any.

Thinking after a minute that he was done, she pulled away, only to have a jet of sperm shoot the length of her face, hanging off of her hair and nose. She gathered up what she could with a finger and licked it off, what she couldn’t get, she let dry on her face, hoping it would be a sign to other males that she was owned by him.

***

They arrived shortly thereafter at the local adult bookstore, parking around back to remain inconspicuous. He popped the trunk, pulling out a small paring knife and a few five dollar bills.

“What are we doing here?” she asked giggling like a child.

“We are going to try something new, you know `expanding our horizons’ and such” he said. “Let’s go have a look” and with that, they entered the bookstore, walking down a line of videos on each side. In the back of the store was a row of video booths, ten in all, by the cash register which was manned by what looked like a charter member of the local biker gang.

“Neat place. You come here often?” she said to him, holding his hand as they looked at some videos.

“I am here often, and I do cum here, so I guess that I would have to answer that question in the affirmative,” he said, his turn to be coy. Turning away to the register, he said to her “wait here for a sec,” and went to get change.

Returning in a minute, her grabbed her hand and led her towards the booths, receiving knowing looks from the man at the register. They walked down the short hall, flanked by booths on each side.

“You go into number three, I’ll be in number four, the one next door” he said to her.

“why can’t we go into the same one?” she asked.

“Because, that’s part of the evenings activities dear, be a good sport” he smiled. “See you soon. Oh I almost forgot, here is ten dollars in quarters, use one quarter for each four minute span that you want the video on the screen to keep running. If you need more money, tap on the wall, and I’ll get you some more.”

“Okay” she said, feeling her pussy get very moist as she entered the booth and closed the door behind her, settling in facing the video screen which read “place coin in slot to begin videos.” She did as she was told, placing some quarters into the video booth wall. As she was choosing what channel to watch, she heard the booth door on the left side open and close next to her.

Where could he be going, she wondered to herself as she watched her husband’s shoes go down the hall between video booths. “Must be important” she thought, dismissing it and returning her attention to the video screen in front of her.

The sound of footsteps returned down the hall a few minutes later, and she noticed the familiar shoes of her man returning to the booth next door. She began to feel the ache in her breasts as she was getting more excited and her milk was filling in.

She began to caress her breasts, hoping that the motion would soothe them, but she just became more excited, watching two women on the screen locked in a passionate sixty-nine. The one on top, the redhead was very beautiful, with green eyes and a great figure. Her partner was a blonde with light blue eyes and a milky white complexion. They were licking each other sensually, moaning in delight and giggling like two schoolgirls.

She flipped through the different channels, finally landing on a scene between a girl and two guys. Getting hotter, she slipped her hands down and hiked up her miniskirt, exposing her flesh to the air and her buttocks to the vinyl bench in the video booth. She began to explore her sex, touching slowly at first, rubbing the emerging bud of her clitoris. On the screen the two men were using the woman like a fuck doll, one in her mouth, one in her pussy.

“God wouldn’t that feel good,” she caught herself thinking. “Two men devoted just to you and your own pleasure, mmmmm,” and with that thought, proceeded to slip three fingers of her other hand into her pussy working faster and faster. Just then the scene on the video got interesting.

The man in her mouth had cum on her face, and just as the other guy was about to cum, he moved forward and the first man began to suck on his dick, trading time with the cum covered girl trying to coax a second load out onto her face. The two of them took turns licking and sucking that cock, worshipping it like a crystal statue. Just then the guy being sucked began to tense and shoot his cum, splashing onto the face of both of his cocksuckers, male and female.

“Wow, you don’t see that every day,” she thought to herself, pushing harder and faster over her clit. She was close now, wanting to feel that all too familiar warmth or orgasm.

“Unnnnhhhhh,” she moaned as she began to come, flooding her hand with juice, and provoking her breasts to start producing milk.

“Damnit,” she thought as she felt the milk begin to flow along with her still spasming pussy. “I forgot the pump, what am I going to do?”

Just then, she leaned over to tap the wall of the next booth for her husband, when she noticed a hole in the wall about three feet high. “So that’s what he wanted the knife for,” she thought to herself.

***

“Honey are you there?” she whispered through the hole, trying to peer into the darkness of the next booth.

“Honey?” she tapped a little harder. Just then, her husband opened the door to her booth, smiling.

“what can I do for you, sweetie?” he asked.

“My milk is coming in, and I forgot the pump, what should we do?”

“Why not this…” he said as he untied her halter top and let her breasts swing free, already noticing the shine from her self-lubricating tits.

“But, what does that…” she trailed off as he lowered himself down on one knee and started to suck on her right nipple, extracting milk right away. He went to town on her breast, careful not to bite with his teeth, lest he lose the right to taste her sweet honey.

“Mmmmm, that feels good” she moaned as she leaned back. It was just then that she noticed a flickering light in the next booth over, now occupied by someone other than her husband. She tapped lightly on the wall and was taken aback as a semi-hard penis pushed through the hole into their booth. With her husband busy sucking away, she leaned over and took the stranger’s cock into her mouth, licking and sucking on it slowly. Her pussy was gushing now with fluid, as she guided her husband’s hand to it and he began to finger fuck her.

Her senses were becoming overloaded as she breathed in the odor of the cock she was sucking, felt her husband licking and mauling her breasts, and his hand deep in her pussy. She began to come hard, feeling the warmth well up from deep inside her. Rolling over her in waves, one after another, she could barely keep concentrating enough to keep the strangers cock in her mouth.

Just as she came down off her high and started sucking in earnest again, the stranger came, coating her throat in cum, erupting into her mouth so much that some small strands leaked out of the corner of her mouth and onto her chin. She kept swallowing and swallowing, wondering to herself, how much more cum this guy could have. Finally the oral assault subsided, and just as quickly as the cock came through the wall, it was gone.

Her husband, who witnessed the whole event up close, was still attached to her breast like a newborn. Sucking harder and harder, and pumping his fingers faster and faster, and before she knew it, she was cumming again.

“OH GOD!” she moaned loudly, writhing in ecstasy as she had another long, languid orgasm. Her miniskirt was in a bunch around her waist now, her halter top on the floor, her stockings showing pale yellow and cream colored stains from where some combination of milk, and/or cum landed on them. She was a picture of pure sex. And the video store trip wasn’t over yet.

***

Apparently someone else had found out that there was some action in the booth because another cock began to protrude from the hole while her husband was still sucking on her breast. This dick was long and thin, kind of an off white color, smelling almost of a perfume or cologne. She leaned over to take it into her mouth and was jostled by her husband getting up from nursing on her swollen breasts.

“You sure are quite the cocksucker tonight” he said, looking playfully at her.

“Well, when in Rome…” she returned, realizing how turned on she had been for how long.

“Do you need some help?” her husband asked, an eager look on his face.

“Really?” she said, jacking the strangers cock in one hand, looking quizzically at her husband.

“Sure, I’d like to be taught by a master cocksucker,” he said and got down on his knees beside her as she began to take the stranger’s dick into her mouth. He watched carefully as she used her tongue to lick the underside, and to caress the cock while it was in her mouth. She moved back and forth, cheeks becoming hollow as she used suction to stimulate the stranger’s dick.

“Your turn,” she said, pointing the male member at her husband. He lowered his lips to the cock, taking it gently into his mouth, getting pleasure from the filled up feeling in his mouth. As he bobbed back and forth, she reached around and pulled his pants down, reaching for her husband’s cock.

“I bet you’d like me to suck you off while you are doing this, wouldn’t you?” she asked him devilishly.

“Mmmmm, Mmmmmm,” he nodded his head slightly, mouth full of cock. She lowered herself down onto her back, and had him straddle her face on the floor of the video booth. He began to thrust in time with the stranger’s cock in his mouth, which began to push faster and faster, using his mouth like a woman’s cunt. He started to get into it more, moaning and getting anxious to receive his first load of cum.

She was on the floor sucking for all she was worth, wanting to time his orgasm and the strangers’ close together. He was thrusting faster as the stranger’s cock began to come, spewing thick white sperm all over his mouth. He tried to swallow all he could, working his throat overtime to catch it all. Just as the salty white stuff was sliding into his stomach, he erupted into his wife’s mouth, giving her the daily dosage she needed from his cock.

He gingerly licked the stranger’s cock clean, and it was gone, disappearing through the hole back into anonymity. He got up and helped his wife up as she pulled her clothes back into place and re-tied her halter top. They both noticed the plain blue screen on the video monitor, their money having run out a long time before. She leaned back and smiled, then looked over and kissed her husband, who returned the favor, tasting of another man’s cum. She grabbed his hand and they left the bookstore, thankful for the hot tub back at home.