Chapter 7
7
Leche & Herb
“It’s a good thing we already have tonight off from work, eh Herb?” I ask, tidying up the stacks of books on my shelves. Chip is picking us up in ten minutes, and my apartment is a mess. I spent two hours trying on dresses and that left me with just a handful of minutes to tidy up.
Chip is aware of what I’m into so rather than spend time hiding things, I spend my precious few minutes actually cleaning. After returning books to the shelves and records to their sleeves, I spray my favorite lemon cleaner over my coffee table and kitchen counters, and get to wiping. After that, I sweep my floors and use the dustpan– since Herb is in boyfriend mode tonight.
By the time the doorbell rings, my apartment is shiny clean and for once, I’m excited to invite a guy inside. Not just any guy, either.
But Chip.
The greatest guy of all.
I pull open the door and his Axe body spray tangles my senses, rendering me a hot mess for a second. But when I snap out of the sexy scent fog, my tummy clenching, I smile at my date.
“Hi,” Chip says, winking. He tugs at the Fedora on his head, and I love how he’s dressed up, wearing a vintage Sonic the hedgehog t-shirt with a black and white checkered blazer over the top. On his feet are combat boots, and after I take him in, I can’t help myself.
“Wow,” I sigh. “You look so hot.”
He beams, glancing down at his faded shirt. “Thanks, I couldn’t decide between this one or my Goonies one.”
“I love it,” I admit, stepping aside to let him walk past, stealthily sucking in a noseful of his scent. I close the door, admitting something to him. “I was worried you’d be like, I don’t know, a hipster or something because of the cigarette pants and fitted white T you were wearing earlier.”
Chip tips his head back with laughter. “Oh man, yeah, I can see why you thought that. But no, it was laundry day.” He takes me in for the first time, letting out a low whistle of approval. There are things, I’m realizing, that Herb can’t make me feel, no matter how good he sucks my tits and eats me out.
My skin flushes. “Do you like it?” I stare down at my outfit, my nicest dress. White, strapless, lots of beading around the sweetheart neckline, a nice corset core melting into a beautiful, satin mermaid skirt. I smooth my hands down the fabric, admiring the dress again.
He nods. “You look great. That’s a gorgeous dress.”
I smile. “Thanks. It was on clearance at this store called AISLE. All their dresses there were white.” I do a spin for Chip and Herb, though Herb has seen the dress. He ate me out in it once.
“Weird store,” Chip says, “but you look great.” Finally he looks away, peering around my apartment, tipping his head to the side to read book spines, crouching to see what video games I have. He moves through the kitchen and peers down the hall. “Great place you got.”
Nervously, I chew my lip. “All the… you know… stuff doesn’t weird you out?”
Chip steps toward me, taking my hands in his, his Livestrong bracelet slipping out from beneath his blazer. “I love all the porcelain dolls. Their colonial outfits are great.”
I shake my head. “No, not them. I mean, you know, the kink stuff,” I whisper, still not used to the fact that I don’t have to be shy about my kink with someone. Finally.
He glances around again before his eyes come back to mine. “I think all of your milk paraphernalia is so hot that I can’t really even look at it or else I might get a boner.”
Reaching onto the counter, I grab my boob mug, the one where you can drink out of the top, but you can also drink from the nipple. “I bought this for my future partner. Because I knew that you would come. I mean, I’d hoped I’d find you. And now that I have, this is for you.”
He takes the mug, laughing down at the blubbery porcelain breast. “I like it.”
Smiling, I move to grab Herb but Chip stops me. “Oh, uh, is he coming to dinner?”
I lick my lips. “He doesn’t have to but he was gonna give you road head on the way over.” I look down at Herb’s clean mouth, my nipples hardening. “You love giving road head don’t you, Herb?”
When I meet Chip’s eyes again, they’re wide with excitement. “Does that mean he gives you road head sometimes?”
A memory flashes through my mind. Herb’s hose pinned under my thigh, his mouth trapped to my swollen pussy as I steer down mainstreet toward home, the sun rising in the distance. “The last time he gave me road head was after a very long night at the bookshop and the Inn. We cleaned so much, I was so wound up listening to him run all night. As soon as we got in the van and I cleaned his mouth, he went down on me until I nearly crashed from coming.”
Chip blinks, his mouth opening and closing. “Let’s go to dinner. I’ll carry Herb.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Chip howls only one minute after Herb sank his super sucker mouth over his cock. I told Herb I wanted to stroke Chip a few times first, because I’m pretty much in love with his dick after what happened in the bookshop. Those few passes of my fingertips around his bulbous crown and glistening head had him leaking, actual drops of cum slithering down the veins in his shaft as I lightly touched and teased.
As soon as I turned Herb on, he got to work on Chip and now that lucky sucker is about to get a tank-full. I hold Herb by the hose, keeping him down on Chip’s cock.
“Take him deeper,” I urge, loving how I can be the forceful partner right now. When it’s just me and Herb, there’s not a lot of roleplay opportunities. But now? I can be aggressive and it’s fun.
“Take it, Herb, take every inch of that perfect cock and swallow every drop he has for you,” I rasp, licking my lips as Chip’s head falls back against the seat. With his arms fully extended, barely gripping the steering wheel, he glances down at his lap where I’m holding Herb’s mouth to his cock.
“Fuck yeah, Herb,” he groans, his eyes flitting between Herb and the road. “I’m gonna come, man.”
At the last minute, I get jealous and consider tearing Herb off and taking his place with my mouth. But then I remember, if I’m going to sell Chip on being with both of us, I have to show him what Herb’s mouth can do.
His hands twist the steering wheel, making the leather squeak under his grip. The car comes to a slow as he erupts in groans, so loud they rattle the windows over the low hum of Herb’s grumbles.
I pull Herb off when Chip’s stomach stops twitching and his hands loosen around the wheel. Chip’s cock flops out of Herb’s throat, sticky and still a little hard. It’s a beautiful sight. I love Herb, but I’ve missed cock.
Chip surprises me, reaching across the cab to stroke his finger around the rim of Herb’s mouth. “Thanks, man. That was great.”
“I told you he’s good at oral.” I reach into my strapless gown and massage my breast, which currently aches from what I just witnessed. I’ve conditioned my body to enter let down and lactation phase at the slightest sexual arousal. So even though Herb sucking off Chip had nothing to do with me, my breasts still ache with fullness, they still throb to be nursed on, to be emptied.
“I don’t know if I can make it through dinner without a little relief,” I admit to Chip. “I know we were supposed to wait until after dinner tonight to get things going but we’ve already broken that rule so what’s a little more?”
Chips eyes are laser focused on my hand kneading my breast.
“M-me or Herb?” he asks, staring as I pull my boob out of my dress, heavy and hot. “You’re so full right now,” he says in awe, turning his head to the side to take in my milk-swollen breast from a new angle.
I rub the pad of my fingertip over my nipple a few times after licking it, then blow down, causing it to pucker. A single drop of milk beads at the hardened tip, and I let it roll down my breast as Chip watches.
“Herb now, you later?” I ask.
He glances down at Herb then up at me. “But he got to have fun with me. Shouldn’t I get to have fun with you?” His smile makes my stomach flutter. “That only seems fair.”
I unclip my seatbelt, looking around the parking lot where Chip parked us. “Okay,” I whisper, reaching behind him, sifting my fingers through the back of his hair. His hat falls off, and he quickly tosses it into the backseat, not letting anything get in the way.
When his warm lips make contact with my breast, I let out a deep, slow moan, the entire car vibrating with relief. I glance at Herb lying lifeless on the floorboard, then over at Chip, whose eyes are squeezed shut as he kisses my breast, every square inch.
“I love Herb, but warm lips feel so good,” I breathe, slick arousal blooming beneath my panties.
“Hmm,” he hums, bringing his lips to my areola. He seals his mouth to me, sucking my nipple onto his tongue, and both of us gasp as the first stream of high-powered let down sprays free. He coughs, then moans, and swallows so loudly that I have to reach down, pull up my gown and find my panties.
“Drink me,” I moan, looking down in the evening glow to see the most beautiful sight. My long lost soulmate – he has to be – latched to my breast, drinking the milk my body has been making for him.
“I’ve been waiting to find you. To find the man who lives to drink my milk, my soulmate who I make sustenance for,” I breathe, my other hand rubbing two fingers against my achy clit. “Let me feed you, Chip, please. Drink me and fuck me, and let me feed you forever.”
He starts drinking me down like shots in a bar, swallowing fast, back to back. I rub faster, my stomach clenching tighter, my legs shaking, eyes rolling into my head. I’ve come to Herb nursing off of me but a real man with his hard cock out and my milk in his stomach?
“I’m coming Chip, keep drinking, please, drink me while I come,” I moan, my voice rattling around the car, the windows now completely covered in steam.
He grunts and drinks, finally reaching down to touch himself. I know why he didn’t touch himself earlier– because he knew drinking my milk while stroking himself would make him come too fast.
I feel the same way as I clench and moan in the passenger seat, coming after less than two minutes of being nursed on by him. With his mouth still latched, I knock his hand away, using my cum-coated hand to stroke him.
He groans, but I don’t let him pop off. Instead, I push him into a deeper latch as I pump his cock. Four strokes later and my white dress got a whole lot whiter.
With my wet tit out and his damp cock hanging, we stare at each other across the cab, both of us trying to catch our breath as we grin.
“That was hot,” I breathe, unable to look away from him.
He glances at the cum sprayed over my white dress. “Your dress is ruined I think. And I’m so sorry.”
I shrug. “I’m not.” I glance down at Herb, a shiver of guilt running through me. Reaching, I bring his eager mouth to my dress and turn him on, using him to clean what I can.
Smirking, I face Chip after returning Herb to the floorboard. “He got all of your cum tonight. I hope you plan to make it up to me.”
Chip glances up at the restaurant through the window, then back to me. “Should we get it to go then head back to your place?”
I smile. “I like that plan.”
He licks his lips. “Can I have the other side for dessert?”
“Mmm,” I moan at the idea. “Sounds perfect. As long as you feed me your milk for dessert, too.”
Herb’s hose pops at my feet, reminding me he’s there. “Don’t worry Herb, I have plans for you, too.”