I was breastfed by a tinder date

So I was for some months now, browsing Tinder and having some dates here and there. Most of them do not go past the dinner or drinks, as we all know, it’s hard to connect with matches, so it’s a rare occasion when you meet someone you really enjoy, and it progresses.

I was talking to this girl Mila for a few weeks now. And we were having a great time. Her pics were amazing: having fun with friends, some really sexy bikini photos by the seaside, and one portrait where her eyes were just so penetrating…

And she was really funny too. Making jokes, and finishing each other sentences. We matched every single taste. So far it was going very well. The only thing is that sometimes she would go missing for a few days, and come back saying that things were just too busy. It’s alright, we are not glued to our phones anyways.

We arranged a date night at a local restaurant with great wine. I was eager to meet her. She was eager to meet me. It was hard finding a time that worked for her… but we managed. I had high expectations for this one – somehow I thought that she was the one. Little did I know…

So the day came and I was waiting for her on the outside of the place. She arrived, by the sidewalk, and oh my gosh, what a sight. She was wearing a black dress, tight, which really highlighted her body and outlined her figure. She was 1,65cm high (not very tall), with very long dark hair. Her eyes were also dark but really deep and sexy. But what really got my attention: her curves were so perfectly shaped – her cleavage showing a gorgeous pair of breasts, firm, tight, big. The waist was perfectly nuanced in the outline of the right dress, going down to her butt, round, firm, almost showing through the tightness of the dress. Somehow it sparked in my mind that she had this MILF body type, which drove my excitement to the sky.

I was wearing a plain light blue shirt, with my arms and fit body showing through it, and comfortable pants. I should have worn more loose underwear because I could already feel my cock throbbing tightly inside my dark jeans. She complimented me and said that I was gorgeous. I was so stunned by her that I could not even respond, just kept looking at her from top to down. She took that as a compliment as well and was flattered that I was so shocked by her figure.

Fast forward, we sat, we ate, we laughed and we had the best time ever. She was amazing. I was already falling in love, and It was just the beginning. She didn’t drink any drop of alcohol, which was strange to me…

But, at some point, she bluntly brought up: she just, very recently, had a baby. Things didn’t work out with the father, who basically fled the country. She was actually doing very much fine, having help from family, coming back to work, etc. And she looked very much fine (I understood then the not drinking alcohol – she was clearly breastfeeding). And she completed:

“I hope this does not make you run away…. I really needed to meet someone romantically, as I am starting to have hummm desires, if you know what I mean… but it’s being hard to find time and a person that I trust and connect…” – she said with this strong but far thinking face.

I promptly replied: “Not at all! If one thing, this just made me admire you much more. You are a gorgeous mom. Ehh I really hope I can be that person to uhhh fulfill your desires” – and I smiled at her. She smiled back, with a very sexy and inviting smile…

Fast forward, we went to my place. She said the baby was being taken care of for the night, and she agreed to continue the conversation at my apartment. We got there and got comfortable. I offered her some water and took a beer for myself. We sat on the couch closer together, feeling the sexual tension starting to hang in the air. At this point in our conversation, I noticed that she was almost another person entirely: she was openly talking about her kinks and desires, asking me personal questions, and so on. It felt like we already had built a lot of intimacy… and then suddenly she asks:

”Do you know I am breastfeeding, right?”

“Yeah, of course. I suspected that by, you know, the size and perfection of your breasts… Why do you ask? – I replied.

She continued: “What do you think about that? Is that something that would bother you?” She blushes… “You know, if they (pointing at the boobs) are out and they leak a bit on you…?”

My cock twitched. I always wondered what breastmilk tasted like. But never thought that It would be something I would ever do. “I wouldn’t mind… Maybe I would even want to try the taste?” I giggled.

She nodded, I think that it was the confirmation she was looking for.

“Maybe you should also know that I am a bit more dominant, in the intimate setup… You are a strong and independent man, do you think this would be an issue with us..?” She said, not with this dominant, secure, and firm look, and voice. Yet, it was so calm and cozy, I felt embraced. Maybe I always wanted to be a bit more submissive, I just didn’t know it. Until that day. I just shook my head in acceptance, waiting for her next line.

“Now, the thing is, my breasts are super engorged and heavy. It’s been many hours since my last pumping session and the baby has latched. I don’t want to have mastitis or anything. They need some draining… Maybe my grown-up baby wants to have a go?” She asked, but I felt she was more commanding in a gentle way. As she finished the sentence, she started unclipping the straps on the dress, and then also unclip the breastfeeding bra she was using. When her left boob came out, it was simply the best vision I have ever had. I was massively big but still firm, round, and drop-shaped. The skin was very smooth and pretty, leading up to a round large, and dark areola. The nipples were hard and bigger than others I’ve seen. They were also darker, the same color as the areola. I could see some veins through her white clear skin, and I also could see how it looked full, heavy, and engorged. Right when it came out, a sweet, calm, soft smell filled the gap between us… A mix of smells from her soft skin, plus all the scents of the breastmilk that has dropped and spotted her bra during the last few hours. I was intoxicated.

The fact that she called me her grown-up baby also made me feel super connected to her. Like I was her’s, like she was gonna take care of me, cuddle me, and put me in a safe place. I promptly approached her, responding to her gentle command. I didn’t know what to do, so I stopped, sitting right in front of her, staring at the boob.

She gently took my head by the back, with her hands through my hair. And brought my face to her breast. I opened my mouth waiting for the first contact.

“Open wide. Take it in your mouth. It’s not just sucking… You also have to massage it with your lips and tongue, like you’re pulling me out of the ducts with this motion.” She instructs. I loved this new posture that she took.

I obeyed. I opened my mouth very wide and took as much as I could inside. It completely filled my mouth. The soft skin, the strange taste of dripped old milk, the sour taste of her skin mixed with the creams that she used for the night. I felt the hard nipple touching and pressing against my palate. A bit more and it would be right in the back of my throat. I was entering heaven. Her gorgeous tit filling in my entire mouth. The smell at that close range was divine.

Then, I started trying some motions. I completely disregarded the way I usually suck a girl’s nipple. I knew that It was not gonna work there. So I sucked softly, bringing everything inside my mouth a bit deeper. I felt that the big hard nipple was sitting perfectly positioned at the back of my tongue and throat. Then I moved the tip of my tongue, in a come-here motion, like I was trying to bring more breast inside with my tongue, massaging her areola in an inwards movement. It worked. After the second orchestrated sucking-tongue movement, I felt a stream of liquid hitting the back of my mouth.

“You’re such a natural” – She encouraged. I smiled with my mouth full of boob and milk. I continued.

As I gained confidence and rhythm, I started adjusting my latch based on feedback. If I sucked a bit harder creating this void pressure in my mouth, I noticed that streams of milk came thicker. If I made a more comprehensive motion with my tongue, coming all the way from outside the areola, to the base of the swollen nipple, more streams would form, ejecting more milk with every movement. If I softly pressed my lips further into her boob, I had more control of the flow and could swallow at every two movements. And the taste…

Oh my gosh, the taste. It was simply the best thing I have ever had. Natural. Primal. Organic. Sensual. Erotic. Healthy… I felt an immense mix of feelings. All the pheromones and hormones of our two bodies are in action, on what’s basically the oldest practice of our human species. It was slightly sweet and watery, very light, very soft. It felt natural inside my mouth, like it was just a living liquid, naturally flowing through my tongue and mouth. It was incredible. And super arousing.

“This rhythm feels good to me, you really got the hang of it. Maybe you sit more comfortably?” She commanded gently again.

I haven’t noticed how awkward my position on the couch was. So I quickly unlatched, laid down on her lap, like a big grown-up, baby, and latched again, laterally. She petted me softly.

“Now I am starting to feel my letdown, so enjoy your meal, my big baby” – I was not sure what letdown meant, but then instantly I knew.

Suddenly, what were 2-3 streams flowing at every motion, became an uncountable amount of streams spraying continuously inside my mouth. I was swallowing every 2 or 3 movements, and then I felt my mouth was completely full of milk with just one partial movement. I had to pick up the pace and swallow at every step, drinking all the milk and then pulling some more. The taste became just a tiny bit stronger, full-bodied like that was the real sustenance. I could even hear the sound in my ears, from the pressurized streams gushing in my palate.

I kept drinking. The movement became natural to my mouth. I could do it without thinking. I was just fully immersed in all the sensations and feelings I was having. I knew my cock was rock hard but I didn’t care. I knew it would go off at some point but ejaculating was not even on my radar. I just wanted to keep nursing on that breasts until they completely dried out.

I noticed that she was also feeling super relaxed and loving. She was looking at my latch, passing her hand through my hair, and admiring how beautiful it was the vision of me attached to her amazing boob, drinking her milk, nurturing me to my fullest.

At some point (it felt like hours, but maybe just a handful of minutes?) I felt that the streams started decreasing and her tit became softer, moving more back and forth inside my mouth. I realized that it was emptied, as the flow rapidly dropped. She noticed it as well, and said: “Are you feeling full already? You still have the entire other breast to drink from.”

I was not full. I could do that for the rest of my life. She noticed my cock was throbbing in my pants and suggested that I got fully naked. It was hot in the room and it just felt like the natural thing to do. I just obeyed again. She giggled when my dick came out. It was not big (it is not really big). But the smile was from the gigantic pre-cum mess my underwear was. It was like someone dropped a full glass of water. Of thick creamy transparent water. It was completely soaked. My cock was dripping thick streams of pre-cum everywhere. It got me embarrassed.

“I can see that this is also turning you on? We will take care of that in a second my grown-up baby.”

She also took the opportunity to undress. The bra was actually hurting my ability to feel her entire breast, and the dress was too tight for her to be fully comfortable. She took it all out and kept just her tiny pink, g-string, pantie. I could see she was also really wet. The pantie had a massive wet spot where her pussy was sitting, it was even passing through and dripping on her thigh. She looked at me: “This is also turning me on. The way you nurse is making me really aroused”

Then she commanded me to lie down on the other side. Cock up, the other breast in position. It was massive, compared to the other, now empty, side. The stimulus also made it drip while I was on the other, so this was already leaking a thin stream of milk.

I waited no longer and latched on the other breast. I knew what I was doing at that point. Put it all inside my mouth, and started the movements, the sucking and tongue massage cycle. Milk was already coming out and I was already swallowing quite frequently to keep the pace and the flow.

This time, she did not announce the letdown, but instead, she let out a sexy moan, like it was bringing her pleasure. I took that as reassurance, and continued, establishing the rhythm. The letdown came even stronger than the other side. I almost choked a few times, and had to swallow mid-cycle, stopping the suckle, to swallow, only to start a short movement, and swallow again. It was thick, it was an enormous quantity of milk filling my mouth and my stomach. I started feeling milk drunk. Sleepy, calm, full stomach, comfortable. She noticed that I was in between worlds at that point, mechanically nursing, inebriated by being in that position.

At the peak milk flow, I suddenly felt a tickle in my hard, soaked penis. It started with a tickle. I opened my eyes and saw her looking down at it, her hand reaching out to it. It progressed to an amazing feeling in my frenulum, which is super sensitive. But still felt a bit like a tickle. I noticed she was not grabbing my dick, nor giving me a full hand job. Rather, she was just rubbing her finger on it, seizing the fact that it was slippery and covered in thick pre-cum.

It was so sensual the feeling and the fact that she was just provoking, tickling my smaller-than-average penis. That she didn’t care much for holding it (it would not fill her hands that much). She just knew exactly where to tickle and press and rub to bring me slightly over the edge, to the point that I could not come back anymore, but to release everything that was held inside me.

I almost lost track of my pace on her boob, which would have made me do a mess with all the milk coming out and inside. I resumed my focus on nursing, concentrating on the amazing feeling of breastfeeding. On a distant corner of my head, I continued to feel the tickle/rub motion. She established a fixed kind of rubbing, moving just a few centimeters on my frenulum, right in the most sensitive points of all.

Suddenly, my cock twitched and my body contracted entirely. It pulsated a few times. I was reaching the edge of orgasm, the point of no return. With one strong contraction, I felt the exact moment where the tickling brought me over that edge. My mouth was filled with thick warm and sweet milk. Her nipple continuously spraying and rubbing against my palate. Her smooth skin moving on my tongue at every motion.

At this exact moment, when I went over the edge, she just stopped and pulled her hand away entirely, leaving my dick there.

I could not go back, even with no stimulation whatsoever. I was orgasming. I felt the entire buildup.

The semen running from inside me, to my urethra, and exploding in a big and thick gush of white semen. It was gushing continuously. My cock hanging freely and pointing upwards, and at every contraction, it exploded in many directions. In my stomach, on my couch, on my chest, and almost on my own face and on her breasts. It was so much cum that I could not believe it. The strength of every pulse made my cock throb uncontrollably, gushing in different directions, endlessly.
I kept breastfeeding, but slightly slowing down, overwhelmed with sensations and pleasure. My body was an ethereal matter, as I was orgasming while tasking the milk, drinking the nectar, swallowing her boob.

I knew the stopped rubbing my dick on purpose, as she felt my point of no return. In a way to provoke me. To make me orgasm only with the sensations I was having in the mouth. She wanted to see how hard I would cum from only nursing on her breast.

My cock kept oozing semen for a while longer, while my body just came crashing down. I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and overly sensitive. Gladly, this boob was also already drained to the bottom, so there was nothing left to drink.

She calmly inserted her finger in my mouth, to release the pressure of my latch, as I could not think for myself. I saw her boob with some light teeth marks. I must have clinched when I started to orgasm. I don’t know.

We just lied there. She comforting me, petting me. White semen all over my body and sofa. All over ourselves. Even on the floor. My belly was full like I just had a very big and healthy meal. It hit just right – I felt full both physically and in the soul. I was complete. It was the best experience of my entire life. I wanted to be in that moment forever. With that girl forever.
She smiled at me, knowing I had to rest a bit before I could take care of her own desires. I knew I still had things to do there, as I wanted to return the immense pleasure she has given me. But I just had to rest a little bit.

That night, we still did many other things I will tell in future stories. We are married now, and we have a lot of stories to tell, from future pregnancies, to all the kinks and fetishes we have explored.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/134lynz/i_was_breastfed_by_a_tinder_date