This is a work of fiction. Please no DMs.
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It started after I’d attended my 5th Wedding of the year.
I guess you could say I’d gone done something of a rabbit hole. Scrolling through Reddit night after night, sick of being single and nervous about the ticking of my biological clock… was I ready for kids? I didn’t know.
What I DID know was that I’d started to explore kinks I’d never thought I’d be into before. And the posts and videos that turned me on the most were of other women like me, dressed up in little cow outfits (sometimes they even had butt plugs with tails), wearing collars with bells, and most importantly, dripping milk from their engorged breasts.
These women were all shapes and sizes. It wasn’t the same old clips of porn stars or Only Fans favorites with perfect bodies–these were women with real-looking tits. Tummy pouches. Cellulite.
And if you believed the comments, men fucking LOVED it.
It had been a joke at first, almost. A dare, really. I’d been so horny one night, and no matter how big a dildo I used nothing was working. My breasts ached from squeezing them so tight, and my nipples begged to be sucked. So I scrolled through the ANR personals, looking for any men in my area that might be interested. One caught my eye.
“M4F, 41, Phoenix. Looking for a plush goddess who’s interested in having her breasts worshipped. A woman who is ready for a man to treat her the way she should be treated, and give her all that she needs to reach her full potential.”
Plush goddess, huh? Full potential?
Normally, that kind of corny, weird reverse-feminist talk would turn me off. But at the moment, I was too horny to care. And he was local. I clicked on his profile.
He had a few other posts, actually. Some conversations on r/keto. A couple of gym before/afters. Even a few comments on some BDSM threads.
He looked good. Strong. And he was local.
I messaged him. “Hey. Saw your post. I haven’t ever done ANR before, but I’m interested. Are you free this weekend?”
For a few minutes, there was no response. I was about to give up on orgasming that night, when my phone pinged with a message notification.
“What about ANR interests you? Do you mind sending pics?”
Huh. Good grammar, complete sentences. I hesitated.
Then sat up in my bed, where I’d already been sprawled naked with my vibrator, and snapped a neck-down shot of my boobs.
“I’ve always had pretty big tits, I guess? And I love when they’re sucked…. plus, the older I get, the more I’m wondering if maybe I’m missing out on some of the pleasures of my body.. I don’t think I want kids. But I’ve always been curious what it would feel like. to be full of milk.”
Before I could overthink it, I sent the message along with the pic.
“You are stunning, Goddess. I’d love to see you full of milk for me.”
My clit gave a little throb. Oh, God. That was hot.
“Have you ever milked tits like these before?”” I asked. I was typing one-handed now, my other hand sinking between my legs and circling my clit.
“You’re asking if I have experience?”
“Mmhmm” I typed.
The seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly as I waited for his response. My pussy squeezed around nothing as I flicked my fingertips over my clit, my breathing coming a little shorter as I imagined this buff man suckling my tits dry. Then my phone dinged again.
“Oh, Goddess. If you’re looking for someone to train those tits of yours to weep your precious milk, then I’m your man. But my process doesn’t happen overnight. Lactation is a commitment. And I don’t let my cows go free until I’ve had my fill of their sweet milk.”
Oh, fffffuck. My speed increased as I felt my breath hitch with need at just reading his words. I was beyond curious now. I didn’t just want to know what it felt like to have someone suck milk out of my breasts. I NEEDED someone to do it.
I needed him.
“How long.does itake?” I couldn’t help the typos. My eyes were having a hard time focusing on the screen as it was, as my orgasm hovered right on the edges.
“Do you have vacation time saved up, Goddess?”
I blinked, thinking, which was not easy as the tingling pleasure coursed from my clit to the base of my stomach and through my core.
“I’ve got 2weeks” The noises coming from my hand slapping at my sloppy cunt were sending me over the edge. I was close.
“Take 3. And meet me here tomorrow at 10am sharp.””
He sent an address, but before I could read it I shattered apart under my own fingers. Moisture coated my hand as I dropped my phone and squeezed my nipple with my free fingers, crying out on a wordless scream.
I didn’t even know this guy’s name, and he’d already made me come harder than I had in weeks.
I washed my hands, then emailed my boss to say I wasn’t feeling well. Then sent in a time off request to HR.
Body still buzzing, I fell asleep, eager for tomorrow.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/yixv64/feeding_time_part_1_f31m40_masturbation_anonymous