Chapter 2

After it was done, Christine folded that wipe and put it on the table.

“Are you ready to stimulate my mammary glands?” Lana asked. “I need to make sure that my production remains high.”

Christine gulped. “How would that work?”

“As I mentioned earlier. Your mouth. My nipple. The way nature intended.”

She looked at the nipples, it was almost hypnotic. A part of her wanted to decline this job and leave with her dignity intact, then look for pay elsewhere. Another part of her would have done this for free.

“I’d be happy to give it a try,” Christine said. “It seems simple enough.”

“That’s all? You’re happy to give it a try? Or is your pussy soaked just thinking about it?”

“Are you going to just sit there and stutter? Or are we going to get to the facts of the matter? Remember, you’re dealing with a prosecutor; facts and evidence are very important to us. Pull down your pants.”

Christine felt her face flush. Her mind raced with all sorts of taboo thoughts. Oh, she was definitely aroused. She stood and undid her jeans, fingers trembling, pushing them down to her ankles so that her legs and panties were showing.

“On second thought,” Lana said, looking over the college student. “Remove them. Socks too.”

Orders were orders. Christine kicked her jeans away then removed her socks so that she stood barefoot on the carpet. Only her panties were showing.

“Step forward,” Lana said. “Let me see if you’re the right sitter for the job. Darling, relax. I don’t bite, unless asked.”

When Christine stepped forward, Lana reached out and touched her bare legs in a soothing, stroking manner. The caress caused Christine to freeze in place. Gazing down at Lana, Christine was struck by the sultry look in her eyes.

Lana’s hands were exploring the young and athletic legs of the sitter. Each of them admired the other’s soft skin. Christine enjoyed feeling Lana’s mature touch. And Lana enjoyed feeling the toned muscles of the tempting sitter.

“Now sit,” Lana said.

“I’m going to make you cum with my fingers,” Lana said. “This is how I’ll know if you’re right for the job. I only want to hire someone who finds enjoyment in all this. Okay?”

Christine spread her legs further apart. “I actually … umm … think that makes a lot of sense. Hiring people that are passionate about their job is always good policy. So, umm, yeah, I agree.”

“That’s the attitude I like to hear. Now stay calm. I can tell you’re nervous. You won’t be for long. Not after my fingers get done with you.”

Lana pressed the palm of her hand on top of Christine’s panties and fondled the mound. She stroked as if Christine’s panties were a soft kitten, meant to be petted with care.

Then Lana hooked her finger inside the panties and gave them a nice pull, which exposed Christine’s wet pussy. The lips were engorged and the inside was pink and moist. Lana could see evidence of Christine’s arousal. Christine’s natural reaction was to close her legs, which she did. Then she found the courage to spread them wider.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Lana said.

Two fingers slipped inside Christine’s pussy and it made her gasp. Christine had never seemed to find time for a steady boyfriend, but she loved masturbating as much as anyone and had her own special technique. Feeling Lana’s fingers inside her soaking wet pussy was a new sensation.

“Now imagine my nipple in your mouth,” Lana said. “You squeezing at my breast. My milk shooting onto your tongue, then down your throat.”

Christine tilted her head back. “Oh god.”

The orgasm came swiftly. Christine pictured herself nursing on Lana’s milk-filled breasts, while Lana’s fingers continued to manipulate her pussy. It was a perfect storm of pleasure and naughtiness. Christine’s feet flexed and she melted into the couch from cumming so hard. A longer, more forceful orgasm had never been experienced by Christine.

Trickles of fluids leaked from Christine’s pussy as she made short panting noises, putting her hands over Lana’s busy hand. When the orgasm subsided, Lana pulled her fingers away and licked them clean, smiling to show that she enjoyed the taste.

“Well,” Lana said. “Putting those thoughts in your mind seemed to work wonders. Maybe you are the right girl for this job.”

Christine’s legs crossed and squirmed. “Maybe I am. Jeez, that felt nice. Sorry about your couch. I know several cleaning tips. I’ll take care of it.”

“Nevermind the couch. There’s still a final step. The most important step.”

“Nurse from my breast,” Lana said. “Your main duty will be to ensure that my lactation remains consistent when I’m home alone. Now show me what a good girl you can be.”

Christine peeled herself off the couch and knelt on the floor at the feet of Lana, between her legs. It was a miracle when she could muster enough strength after that orgasm to lean forward, towards Lana’s breasts. God, those nipples looked so fucking stiff and those breasts so full of sustenance. Christine parted her lips and extended her tongue to the underside of Lana’s right nipple. Slowly and humbly, she licked the bottom of the nipple.

Lana’s drawn breath gave Christine the confidence to continue. She circled the divine nipple with her tongue before she enveloped it in her mouth. She was fearful of using her teeth on the nipple, so she used her lips to sheath her teeth. Gingerly, she sucked and stroked with her tongue, but milk was not forthcoming, yet…

“Massage my breasts from the bottom,” Lana said. “Squeeze them. Don’t be afraid to suckle harder. See what happens.”

Christine followed the instructions and used her hands to cup Lana’s breast while squeezing. At the same time, she sucked on the nipple a bit harder and moved her lips to encompass the areola as well.

The result was that milk was expressed from Lana’s mammary glands into Christine’s mouth. It came in the form of squirt, which she sucked, and trickles in between. While sucking the milk from Lana’s boob, Christine could have sworn that the nipple had become harder.

Equally as surprising was the taste. It tasted creamy and sweet; not what she expected. It tasted good! And she looked up while sucking on the tit to see Lana with a pleased and peaceful expression. Lana even ran her fingers through Christine’s hair, like Christine was a good girl who was deserving of this banquet.

“Now the other breast,” Lana said. “You’ve almost gotten the job.”

Christine pulled her mouth away and her lips were wet with milk. She licked them clean while looking Lana in the eyes.

“You taste delicious.”

Lana smiled. “I know. I drink my own milk sometimes. My husband and other adult partners agree as well.”

Hmmm… That didn’t surprise Christine at all. Not anymore.

“I hope I can keep proving myself. You’ve got me hooked on your milk and I know I’m the right girl for the job. Let me show you.”

Christine latched her mouth onto the other breast and repeated the process. She was a fast learner and did a much better job extracting milk the second time around. Her hand cupped and squeezed the lower side of the tit. Her mouth sucked harder, almost pulling the nipple, which allowed milk to shoot. She fell into a good rhythm by sucking longer and waiting less time between strokes.

It was a sexual sensation for both of them. Lana’s sensitive nipples received appropriate attention and her lactation needs were met. Christine was able to enjoy her first lesbian encounter with this sensual, yet dominant woman. Oh, and a mouth full of delicious milk was a nice bonus.

“You do that so well,” Lana moaned. “Yes, I’m leaning towards hiring you… ohhh… that feels so delightful, the way you do that with your tongue. You’re a natural. But there’s one final thing.”

Christine looked up while sucking on the nipple, with an adoring expression in her eyes which read, ‘Yes, anything! Tell me! You have to tell me!’

“I’ll give you a clue,” Lana said. “You’re a smart girl. You can figure it out.”

Lana grabbed Christine by the wrist. She guided Christine’s tremulous hand down and through the opening in her robe until it reached her pussy. Christine managed the rest, touching Lana’s trimmed pubic hairs, probing her fingers deeper to feel a wetness between the pussy lips.

“Do you know how to do it?” Lana asked.

Christine pulled her mouth. “Yes, I’d love to try it with you.”

Now it was Lana’s turn to lean back against the couch as she pulled her silk robe apart to reveal her naked body. Lana spread her legs wide. Christine lowered her head to peer closer at the forbidden fruit that had just been revealed. The hairs were trimmed.

Had this all been planned? Dark brown, thick labia flanked a center opening that was wet and glistening with fluids. Above the wetness, a clitoris peeked out from under its hood. It fascinated Christine because it looked like it was straining, almost aching to be sucked.

Christine leaned forward and pleased Lana by stroking her tongue across the clit. This swipe of Christine’s tongue made Lana moan and squirm. Christine savored the pleasure reaped from making this strong, powerful woman weaken with every lick. The more Christine licked, the more desperate Lana seemed for a sweet release. A powerful feeling overtook Christine and it increased her confidence.

Her mouth latched onto Lana’s pussy and she began to suck. It gave her a perverse sense of delight to eat pussy for the first time. The fact that Lana was such an intelligent and well-respected woman further stoked Christine’s passion.

“Put your tongue inside,” Lana moaned.

Christine did, but chose to take her time. She laid her tongue flat against Lana’s delectable opening and moved in a circular motion. Lana’s hands grasped at the pillows on the couch while Christine kept things slow. Finally, Christine’s tongue probed inside the wet hole and lapped at the copious juices within.

“How do I taste?” Lana moaned. “It’s your first pussy. How do you like it?”

Christine pulled her mouth back and there was a string of pussy juice hanging from her lower lip.

“You taste good. Better than mine, almost.”

Lana roared with laughter. “Shall I add extra flavor to that, for you?”

“Please,” Christine smiled, knowing what was coming.

Lana sat upright and cupped the bottom of both of her succulent tits. She aimed her nipples down and squeezed her breasts in a milking way, which caused her mammaries to squirt milk down onto her own pussy. Squirt after squirt of the milk shot out. Christine watched, mesmerized as the already wet pussy was now soaking, covered in breast milk.

“There,” Lana said. “More flavor. See what my pussy tastes like now.”

An eager Christine put her mouth back to work on Lana’s pussy. This time she tasted the natural pussy juice which was topped with a coating of fresh milk. She giggled and thought to herself that it was like an ice cream sundae. Both flavors were scrumptious on their own, but together, the flavors exploded. It tasted unique. It tasted amazing. It tasted erotic.

Christine locked eyes with Lana as she continued to eat pussy. Neither of them flinched as they stared at each other. Their sexual chemistry seemed boundless as they exchanged bodily fluids and pleasure.

“You’re going to make me cum soon,” Lana moaned, as if it were a dare.

Christine was up to the challenge. She darted her tongue fast across the clitoris and then rammed it back inside the pussy. She sucked harder, devouring more of the milk and pussy juice. Simply put, she was a natural at eating pussy.

“Put two fingers inside,” Lana said.

This time, it was Christine’s turn to demonstrate her own fingering technique on Lana’s primed pussy. She pushed two fingers inside, made a hook, and rubbed in a fast, yet sensual way. It sent Lana over the edge, making the sophisticated woman cry out with joy.

As Christine kept working her mouth and two fingers, Lana’s lower back arched and she squirted hard. Her pussy juice was far more voluminous than her breast milk. Even though her pussy squirted with a stronger force, Christine’s mouth was able to catch most of it; only a little excess spilled off to the sides. Lana’s eyes rolled back as it happened and her toes curled.

Several squirts later, Lana’s body went limp and now she melted into the couch. Christine gave a few extra licks for clean up when she was done eating.

“…Fuck, you’re hired,” Lana huffed, followed by a laugh.

Christine kissed her new boss’s leg. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Speaking of work, I have things to do today. Get yourself cleaned up, then you can leave. I’ll give you $200 for your audition, just as I promised.”

Christine smiled. “Think of this as a freebie. As for clean up, part of my job is to clean you. Isn’t it? By the look of things, there’s breast milk and cum across your body.”

“You’ve got a point. No wipes, either. I want the natural solution.”

“Whatever you want.”

Christine played the role of a good servant and licked her boss clean; starting from the crotch, then moving across the pussy, licking up the stomach, then traveling onto the swollen breasts again. She took additional care to make sure the extra drops of milk hanging from Lana’s nipples were properly sucked away.

Co-written by the great SueDanym

Read about Lana’s origins: Lana’s First Taste of Milk

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