Milk Model (MFF Lactation)

Tricia's breasts are always swollen with milk - but she never expected a grown man would want to drink it! When Tricia answers a photographer's ad for "lactating women", she only expects her large breasts to be photographed... not suckled! But the photographer is a man of certain tastes, and Tricia soon finds herself succumbing to his charms. But what will happen when another model shows up?

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Tricia nodded and followed Pierre around his luxurious studio. He had photographs all along the walls, and she guessed that he had taken all of them they were all of nude women, most with large breasts.
She stopped in front of one photograph that caught her attention. A woman had her arms raised, and her terrific breasts were framed by a patch of underarm hair.
Pierre noticed her staring at the image. "It's very unusual to see that nowadays, yes? But she was a lovely model. We spent many nights together."
Tricia raised an eyebrow at the expression. She wondered how many of the models Pierre had seduced. There was no denying that he was handsome, in a way she thought typical of an artist. He had large delicate hands that one could picture playing an instrument... or doing all sorts of things. She smiled and kept moving along the wall, until finally she'd seen all the photographs that were there to be seen.
"Well?" Pierre asked. "What do you think of my work?"
"It's very lovely," Tricia said. "And you've had some very lovely models."
"Yes, the models do all the real work. I simply capture the beauty for all to see." He moved closer to her. "Would you like to be captured on film, to be one of my immortal beauties?"
The way he said it made Tricia blush. Underneath her shirt, she felt her nipples hardening. She nodded. "I'll do it."
Pierre clapped his hands. "Excellent! Then let us begin. Come back into the studio, my dear, and get undressed. We'll begin immediately."
Tricia followed him into the studio and watched as he hastily arranged lights and a backdrop. He motioned for her to get in front of the camera. She quickly took off her clothes and did so.
"Ahh, a magnificent body," Pierre murmured. "Could you turn slightly to the side so I can get your breasts in profile? Yes, that's it." He clicked away at the camera, and Tricia moved her body slightly with each flash of the bulb. She'd never posed before, but Pierre didn't seem to make too many demands of her. He asked her to press her breasts together, and she did so. He asked her to squeeze her nipples, and she did so.
A jet of milk sprayed out of her nipple, and she gave a cry of dismay. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"No, no! This is what I want! Please, keep going!" Pierre said.

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