Free Diamonds in Cream by Elsa Silk

Milk & Board #1
By Elsa Silk
    (Lactation
sex, lactation fetish, exhibitionism, masks, erotica, adult breastfeeding,
breastfeeding fetish)
     
     
    Smacking my lips to even up the gloss and wiggling my
tiniest little black skirt over my bare ass, I finally had butterflies in my
tummy saying hello. Only five minutes to spare and I shook with anticipation.
My mouth watered. My thighs trembled.
    Desperation had finally driven me to accept my friend Tim’s
urgings to go out with one of his college buddies. Blind dates weren’t my
thing, especially now I was a single mom, but my nightly sex dreams were making
me antsy. My urges more erotic. I hadn’t touched a man in a year and lately,
that dry spell wasn’t so dry. I swear I walked around wet and horny. And not
just wet panties, either. My bra got in on that action.
    My red shirt didn’t close all the way. I tugged on it and
buttoned from the bottom. My boobs were so big the thing didn’t want to close.
Already my milk leaked, soaking my bra and running down my stomach. With a tug,
the fleshy globes squished together and I worked the button into its hole.
    It popped off and flew across the room.
    “To hell with it then.” I stared down my body. I had curves
in all the right places, a bit extra on top, and it all showed—defiant and
completely unapologetic for bursting out of my clothes. My fully exposed cleavage
could hide an entire DVD case.
    Six months ago I’d had my baby. Chloe, my little girl, was
having her first sleepover at grandmas while mommy was gonna go out and get
some. It’d been a while. Not since the one night stand that’d ended with a
sweet baby and these gorgeous tits had I had a cock. I licked my lips and ran
my fingers over the tops of my breasts. I’d never had my boobs fucked. Time to
do something about that. At least, I should take advantage of this hot-to-trot
mood. Besides that one-nighter, I really didn’t do things like this. Things I’d
do tonight.
    The moment I told Tim to set me up, I knew I’d seduce my
blind date no matter what the man looked like. Besides. Tim was okay. His
friend would be, too. I didn’t worry he’d be a serial killer or anything. I
just worried he’d be too uptight for a no-strings one-nighter.
    I smiled and my skin shivered.
    My nipples puckered against the black lace that barely covered
them and poked straight out, pushing the shirt even further to the side. Milk dripped
through the thin material. I didn’t care. I threw a thigh-length jacket on,
slid on my fuck-me red stilettos, and left the apartment, a bounce in my step.
    It was time. Tim said I’d recognize the car. I shrugged and
shut my door behind me.
    Outside at the curb, I opened my coat a bit and the breeze
caressed my bared skin. The sound of evening traffic had a different feel and
the hot scent of city reminded me of lurid nights. I sucked it into my lungs.
My leg showed nearly to my cunt and my tits struggled to surge out of the top
of my coat. A long black car, maybe a limo—what did I know?—screeched to a halt
and the back door threw open. A sexual thrill made my breathing go rough.
Someone was in the back.
    My blind date.
    I climbed in and a low masculine grunt made my pussy go wet.
    “Like what you see?” I purred.
    A man sat back in the shadows of the long car. His strained
whisper told me all. “I do. Cindy.”
    My name in that husky growl sent shivers all over me. I
licked my lips slowly. A breath caught.
    “Still the same destination, sir?” The question stopped me
from sliding across the seat until I was in my date’s lap.
    “Change of plans, Nelson. Take us to the Silk Club.” The deep
command coming from the man next to me sizzled over my nerve endings.
    “Hello there.” I waved toward the chauffeur. Dark haired,
scruffy beard, and wide eyed, he stared at my chest.
    “Evening Ma’am.” Turning to face the wheel, he cleared his
throat.
    The glass between the front and back seats slid quietly up. I
sat back and let my