Lactation Control 4: An Adult Nursing and Lactation Erotica Story

As Petranella figures out what has happened to her body and why she's not only able to produce incredible amounts of milk for her lovers to consume, but also why her libido is out of control.

Before she can get control of herself, she makes a couple of stupid choices, sleeping with her HR manager chief among them, but that gives her a certain clarity with her new life. She's faced with a choice of how she wants to live the rest of her life. Does she want to be ordinary, or does she want to live a kinky life that focuses on her sexuality and her ability to make milk for her lovers?

This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Part four of four.

WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLY
This is a 10,000 word lactation erotica/adult nursing novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on adult nursing, lesbian sex, cheating spouses, group sex, FFM and MFM sex and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.

All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

"Want toumwork out in the locker room?" Marty asked.

Petranella glanced at the younger woman. She wanted to lean in and kiss her, but that would cause too many problems. "That's not a good idea."

"I'd like a liquid lunch," Marty said, not hearing her. "And the lab really frowns on people coming back from lunch drunk."

Petranella pressed her hands on the table so they wouldn't tremble. "I'll be there in five minutes."

It was only four minutes later when she walked into the locker room where Marty was waiting. Petranella easily pulled off her top and started working with her bra. She had gotten very efficient at handling her breasts with her lovers. The new bra that she was wearing gave her a tiny bit of trouble, but that was only because she was unfamiliar with the hooks. Once it was off Marty pushed her up against the lockers, kissed her ferociously, and then landed a series of light kisses down her chest.

"I want to make love with you," Petranella moaned.

Marty didn't say anything. Her mouth was full of milk and she was too busy nursing to bother with talking. That didn't stop her from helping Petranella out of her clothes. This was all in anticipation of what was to happen once her breasts were drained.

"Where were you yesterday?" Marty gasped while switching breasts.

"I needed a day to myself."

"I missed you," she mumbled.
Petranella wondered if Marty had actually missed her of if the other woman had just missed her milk.

Did it make a difference?

Dettagli