**Milk On Hot Tap**
Greco’s was opened just this previous year in my hometown as a Mediterranean style restaurant with more of a Greek kind of theme and a sports bar. I was intrigued by the small restaurant as I’m a foody type of guy. I also appreciated their gesture to Greco-Roman wrestling as I once wrestled in high school. I looked around on their website a few months before they opened and overall, I wasn’t surprised by anything on their menu with such dish options as taramasalata, moussaka, octopus, as well as other grilled meats and veggie dishes. It definitely piqued my appetite until I came to the fine print below.
As I read over the last dessert dishes on the last page, I noticed down at the bottom it said in the smallest print “Milk bar in the back.”. I was absolutely perplexed by this as I’ve never heard of this before. Now, I’ve spent my time in bars, especially during my college days but this seemed to catch a neuron in my brain.
Confused, I began browsing around the internet trying to find a link to this “milk bar” that Greco’s would have built into their establishment. I eventually stumbled around on a Fetlife link surprisingly in my spare time when I wasn’t meaning to and it took me to a document PDF. I’m surprised the owners concealed the link this much but I began reading the file intensely.
*“Welcome to Greco’s Milk Bar! We’re proud to announce that we are the first establishment in the United States that serves human breast milk for adult consumption purposes! The bar will be located down the hallway past the private room and the restrooms. We welcome all individuals of all genders, sexual orientations, and ethnicities. There will be a small bar beyond the door. There will also be a guard who will greet you and ask for a password. The password is ‘hot tap’ for those who wish to enter. If you appear to be of young age, you will be asked to provide identification. Once inside the bar, there is a pool table, 2 couches, as well as 6 bar stool seats. The bar is nicely warmed and an intimate environment with red lights and dimly lit overhead lights. You’ll be expected to provide a $10 tip in the mason jar located at each pillar of the bar before you sit down. A bar attendant will greet you and give you a menu of our milky women on duty. We will have a minimum of 2 and a maximum of 4 of our wonderful, milky women who you will have a choice from.”*
I’m instantly taken aback by the first paragraph. In all of my kinky, freaky sex life, I’ve never dealt with erotic lactation. Despite the shocking surprise, I can feel something hard in my pants and a tongue in my mouth that feels parched instantly. *What does breast milk even taste like?* I’ve never tried it before in all of my memory. In fact, I was a formula baby when I was just an infant boy.
*“Our milky women are hired on a contractor basis. Appointments cannot be made with one woman. We let our milky women set their hours as they commonly have other responsibilities such as a day job, being a mother, or other tasks needing their attention more than their milk work. Our women are held to a dress code of a loose tank top, a nursing bra (if desired), and jean shorts. All the women are in good physical health and provide a healthy breast milk as a bare minimum. Some services one woman may offer another does not based upon her personal limitations. The services all of our milky women offer include cold tap, hot tap, and self serve.*
*Cold tap is going to be the cheapest option. A shot will be $3, a glass will be $12, and a pint will be $24. One free refill is given on the glass option only. No other free refills. Cold tap will involve stored breast milk from the milky woman’s of your choice supply that has been frozen for no more than 3 weeks and has been thawed and refrigerated the morning prior. The milk will then be poured and served to you by the bar attendant.*
*Hot tap is expected to be the most popular option and our signature service. A shot will be $4, a glass will be $16, and a pint will be $32. Hot tap will involve the milky woman of your choice who will come and visit with you. Afterwards, she will remove her top at the bar and will hand express openly for your personal viewing pleasure. We personally believe the milk is best tasting fresh from the source and is nicely warm, sweet, and satisfying. We enforce a 25% tip on pint orders and will be deducted from your original $10 tip. No free refills.*
*Self serve is our most expensive and most filling option. A shot will be $6, a glass will be $24, and a pint will be $48. We only serve this for those who wish to sit on the couches. Self serve will include the woman of your choice who will come sit with you. She will then remove her top and will allow you to hand express from her breasts into the drink size of your choice. The 25% tip is enforced and is deductible off your original $10 tip. No free refills.*
*We STRONGLY enforce a zero physical affection or abuse policy for self serve. This includes the following such as:*
1. *Suckling*
2. *Kissing*
3. *Licking*
4. *Rough or Foul Play*
5. *Erotic dialogue*
6. *Unwelcome sexual progression*
7. *Impatience*
*Failure to abide by these rules will resort in an immediate throw out from the bar.*
*On our menus, we will include the woman’s age, bra size, daily milk supply, if lactation was induced or was natural by means of childbirth including how many children, lactation supplements, regular dietary intake, regular fitness routines, as well as their ethnicity, and their personal nickname (if applicable). The names of these women will be altered for privacy reasons. The women will also have a personal description of themselves at the bottom.*
*We are still hiring milky women. Applicants must have a 25 ounce daily supply at a minimum and can work a minimum of 4 hours a day and 15 hours a week. No applicants under 18 years old or over 45 years old. We are looking for milky women who are professional, courteous, and value their customers. We offer full benefits and paid time off for applicants looking to work full-time.*
*Amongst our customers, we expect them to be well dressed, well groomed, polite, sober and drug free, as well as happy. No photography or videography of the milky women will be allowed. This is also a no smoking bar and do not serve any alcohol. Some snack a la carte menu options are available for purchase in the milk bar.*
*Happy Milking! We look forward to seeing you at Greco’s Milk Bar.”*
I’m in complete shock. I’ve never heard of this before. I never thought I would do this but I want to so badly! What will this lead me down? I have to go.
***
The day finally comes and the thought of lactating breasts hasn’t left my mind in the 3 months since. I ultimately decide not to go to the bar on the Saturday it opened as I don’t want to be too crowded around others or even possibly be noticed so I pick a Monday off work to come in after lunch.
I dress myself in a pair of nicely tight, dark jeans and a tailored, white shirt with slip-on dress shoes on my feet. I make sure my hair is styled with my fresh cut and that I’m nicely shaved but still showing stubble. I look at myself in the mirror. I have never looked handsome in this outfit but it fits the dress code. I grab my keys and my cash filled wallet, hop in my truck, and drive down the road for Greco’s.
***
I find my way to a parking spot for my dually pickup and hop out. Trying to remain calm and relaxed, I maintain a comfortable walk into the restaurant. Opening the door, I walk past the reception area, past the sports bar, and into the back. I see as described with the door in front of me past the restrooms and private room. I, however, see no guard. Carefully, I open the door.
I feel a warm rush come out of the crack of the door and I hear calming music playing. I swing the door out even more and I then see a man much taller than me greet me. I stare up at him and his shaved head and face as well as Latin skin complexion.
“Password?” He asks in his accent.
“Hot tap.” I barely mutter.
“Come on in.” He holds the door open wide.
I carefully trudge inside and he shuts the door behind me. I look around as my eyes adjust to the setting. The room is rather quite small and dark. I then take note of the pool table to the right as well as the red lights running around the walls and the couches up on each side. In front of me is the small bar with leather bar stools, a granite counter, and wood pillars leading up to the ceiling. It’s lit gently in a welcoming, yellowish white light. The bar however shows no drinks at all, no wine bottles, or anything. Just bare, wooden shelves and cupboards with the exception of a few milk related posters and decoration. I then see a woman behind the bar. She’s not in the uniform portrayed in the PDF making me think she is the bar attendant.
I start my way towards her and she looks at me, greeting me with a smile. I slide a stool out then take a seat on it. I push my $10 dollars in the mason jar screwed into the pillar to my left and then place my hands on the bar surface.
“Hi.” The woman greets me in a cheerful yet soothing voice.
“Hello. Can I have a menu, please?” I question.
“Sure thing, sir.” She reaches down and then arches herself back up with a leather binded menu.
She slides it over to me and I grasp it in my hands. I notice her going to cleaning duties of the bar with a blue rag so I open the menu. The front cover of the restaurant logo flips over and it comes to profiles of milky women.
“Only Chrissy and Gina are on the clock today so I apologize for the limited options. We usually don’t get customers at this time.” The young lady mentions.
“No worries.”
I first look at Chrissy’s profile and then read Gina’s. Gina’s catches my eye.
**MILKY PROFILE**
***“Gina”***
Age: **34**
Bra size/ milk supply: **38D/ 40 fl. ounces**
Lactation: **Natural (2 children)**
Supplements: **fenugreek (610 milligrams, 3 times a day)**
Ethnicity: **Latina**
Diet: **no artificial or processed foods**
Exercise: **1 mile run X4 a week**
Cold tap
Shot $3
Glass $12
Pint $24
Hot tap
Shot $4
Glass $16
Pint $32
Self serve
Shot $6
Glass $24
Pint $48
To-go pouch $20
**Info:**
I’m a busy mom of 2 kids and I enjoy being a milky woman for Greco’s as a fun way to make some extra money on the side to make ends meet. I’ve been very passionate about my breastfeeding and lactation journeys. I still feed one child and have even nursed my husband through particularly tough times. I also sell breast milk online and have been a part time wet nurse for some local hospitals.
I really focus on having my customers feel welcomed, safe, and that they have a wonderful experience with me. I want them to feel welcome and comfortable in such intimacy. I take care of my body as well and my milk is healthy, nutritious, and sweet tasting. I also offer a 10 ounce to-go pouch you can purchase to take home with you and enjoy later.
“Gina, please, for hot tap.” I order to the bar attendant.
“Yes, sir. She should be here, soon.” The lady assures me. I watch as she walks off and goes behind a door to the back.
I wait in silence, excited yet nervous. I try to keep my heartbeat slow with controlling my breathing but I notice my feet trembling a little bit and me bouncing my legs on the stool. About a moment later, the door opens to the left. I look up. Walking into the bar is a beautiful, Latina woman. She’s in her uniform and it shows off her large rack and childbearing hips. Definitely the type you’d want to wife up. She has her black hair in an overhead bun and her skin is darkened to the perfect pigment.
“Hi!” She greets me.
“You must be Gina.” I mutter.
“Yes and you?” She holds her hand out.
“Tim.” I shake her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Tim.” I take note of her deep, rich Latin accent and realize just how sexy it is. “I’m guessing you’ve never been here before.”
“No, I have not.” I begin to speak with more assurance as I get more comfortable.
“It’s not surprising. We always get new people. I’m guessing never tried breast milk either?” She assumes.
“Never.” I confirm.
“It’s a shame. Have you always wanted to?” She questions.
“Yes, actually. I was a formula baby.” I agree.
“Well you’ve come to the right place with the right lady. It’s unfortunate some men sit in uncomfortable, unfulfilled silence rather than finding satisfaction in their lives with something such as this.” She continues.
This hits a chord in me. “Most of your customers are male?” I ask.
“Yes. Some women but I don’t do self serve for them.” She explains. “Just a thing. I like serving the guys and that’s who I’m attracted to.”
“I understand that. Do most men desire adult breastfeeding?” I incur.
“Yes. They tell me these stories of wanting it from their wives but being afraid to ask.” She goes on.
“That’s unfortunate.” I add.
“Tough times for some of you men here.” She explains.
I nod.
“So you would like a hot tap?” She offers.
“Please.” I state.
“Shot, glass, or pint?” Gina continues.
“Glass.” I state.
Gina fidgets with some glasses in the lower cupboards of the bar and pulls a clean one out. She sets it down in front of me.
“I hope you don’t mind me taking my shirt off.” She explains.
“Please, go ahead.” My heart jumps in my throat.
“That’s the spirit.” She begins undressing.
Slowly pulling the tank top off, it reveals her large, 38D breasts as she drops the shirt on the bar to the side. Her lactating jugs are perfect in their shape coming to a point with long, dark nipples and average sized areolas. A silver cross necklace lies in the middle of her open cleavage. The way her boobs jut out towards me instantly causes my blood pressure to raise.
“You like them, sir?” She asks.
“I do, ma’am.” I state.
“Good.” She then goes to hand expressing.
She begins to manipulate and massage her right breast in the fatty area then moves down slowly back and forth. Eventually, I see the little milk droplets begin to form out of her nipple in vivid detail. In what seems like slow motion, it drips out and lands in the glass. In about a minute, she starts massaging her breasts in a downward motion and it begins to make her milk stream into the cup, a nice spray coming at each squeeze on her areola and the fatty area of her tit down to the nipple. Slowly, the glass begins to fill with the pure white liquid as it makes its way to the top. Every spray makes my cock even harder and I’m taken aback by how feminine and wonderful it is seeing Gina express into the glass. My big head and little head both talking at once. It’s incredibly erotic and quite sensual. I hear the glass drip and the sound of the liquid spraying into the bottom of it which makes me more turned on. A little bit of milk gets onto the bar and she cleans up the residue with a baby blue rag.
Once finished, she gently holds out the glass with all of her milky gold in it towards me. I take it in my hand and inspect it under the light. It’s definitely not like regular milk but is conceiving enough. I then lean my nose over it and take a whiff. The smell is strong and slightly metallic like yet welcoming. Slowly, I place it to my lips and some of the fluid pours into my mouth. I cannot believe the taste. It’s slick like water but sweeter than candy. Several other tastes dance along my taste buds but the uniqueness is welcoming and blending together. It’s all so warm and nice. The regular milk in my fridge cannot compare. I slowly swallow it while savoring every last drop; So much so, I have to close my eyes which heightens my mouth’s sensitivity. I then look back at Gina.
“You like it, sir?” She asks.
“I love it, ma’am.” I explain.
Gina beams. “I’m happy to help.”
She then takes her top and pulls it back on her but she stays with me at the bar. Enjoying her presence and her milky secretion, I begin quietly sipping on it. I take my time with it almost as if it was an alcoholic beverage that needs respect when consumed. Between sips, I make conversation with Gina.
“So, you have 2 kids?” I ask.
“I do: little boy and little girl.” She mentions.
“That’s nice. You enjoy breastfeeding them?” I question.
“I really do. My son is the youngest and he’s 2 but I still feed him. I’ll likely have to stop soon but it’s just a wonderful time. I even enjoy it with my husband.” Gina explains.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah. It brings us closer.” She reasons.
I realize just how much that makes sense in my mind.
“Do you have kids?” Gina questions.
I shake my head no. “I had a chance to get married and live the family life. I turned it down. Haven’t come across anyone since.”
“Why did you say no?” She asks.
“Wasn’t ready for it. I also was 23 and still stupidly immature.” I continue.
“Well you can’t give up hope, yet. I see a lot of older men who date younger women.” Gina assumes.
“Is that right? Well, I guess so but it’s like dating has a dollar sign on it, today.” I describe.
“Men and women are simple to understand even though they’re different. Men want sex and beauty. Women want security and maturity. They rarely match up but it means that dating is always changing and adjusting to times.” She describes.
Oddly enough, I realize how smart of a statement she made. Before, I can say anything, she continues.
“Do you want anymore?” She questions.
“No, thanks. This was wonderful but it’s very filling.” I set the glass down with a very stuffed feeling in my stomach.
“I’ll bring you your check.” She grins.
I watch her as she walks off, her ass swaying back and forth in the jean shorts. I sit back a little bit and realize she’s definitely right in my case on her dating statements.
About 2 minutes later, I see her walk out from the back with a piece of paper in a small tray. I whip my wallet out and pay the tab plus the tip, inserting the bills under the paper’s top clip. Gina grins and then trots away to the back. I can’t help but to appreciate her feminine curves from top to bottom. Almost the perfect woman. It’s a shame she’s the married one.
She comes back a few seconds later with a receipt as well as change. I take notice of her having some pouch in her hand. She then places the receipt and change on the granite surface and then sets the pouch in my lap. It’s cold and I realize it’s some of her milk supply from the fridge all sealed up.
“This one is on the house.” She whispers in my ear and then kisses my ear.
I shutter as she does this but I feel enlightened by it. She waves me goodbye and goes behind the bar and to the back once again. I sit at the bar with my phone in hand, reminiscing about the experience. I grab the milk bag and realize just how much I wanted this and how a craving in my life has gone for over 30 years unfulfilled and suppressed. I now know why I always stared at the secretary’s cleavage, why I couldn’t keep my mouth off my ex’s rack, and how that I’ve gone for most of my life not feeling completely connected to a woman. There’s a chemical bond I’ve missed out on. It’s time to change that.
A few tear in my eyes I ignore, I get back on Fetlife and begin writing up a post for an ANR relationship.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ahbuue/milk_on_hot_tap_lactation_adult_breastfeeding
Sexy.