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- Herausgeber: Belle Hart
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
21-year-old Nina is still sleeping with her boss, but - at his suggestion - finally takes the plunge and becomes a professional escort. The fact that she is lactating makes her a popular companion. Her first official client enjoys her curves and makes her body surge with pleasure.
This is story #4 of the "Cream for My Boss" series. This story is also included in the ebook "Cream for My Boss: The Collection".
Length: Short Story, 4000 words.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Cream for My Boss 4
by Belle Hart
Author's note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Copyright 2016 by Belle Hart
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Cream for My Boss 4
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Cream for My Boss 4
I’m standing in my boss’s bedroom just after dark. It’s our usual meeting time. He’s a widower. I’m single. He’s been paying me to have sex with him.
He’s into the fact that I’m lactating. I have a baby boy, back at my tiny apartment with the babysitter. I’m 21. I’m pretty, with long blond hair and a curvy body, big chested even before my breasts filled with milk. I clean Liam’s house once a week for money. But I needed more.
My boss, Liam, is in his 50s, ruggedly good looking, tan and muscular from construction work, short brown and gray hair, facial stubble. He’s very gruff, which is a thing I’m into. He offered to pay me for sex because he knows I’m having money problems. I quit my waitressing job after it came out that my married boss got me pregnant. I like sex a bit too much. I sleep with people I shouldn’t, I guess.
I’ve been sleeping with Liam’s friends too, Lane and Vince. They pay me like he does. Liam comes toward me now and grabs my shoulders to pull me to him. He kisses me hard on the mouth. Just how I think an old cowboy in a western would. Taking what he wants. It turns me on. I feel dizzy as he presses his lips to mine and tangles our tongues together.
I unbutton his tan plaid shirt and untuck it from his pants. He shakes it off and lets it drop. He stops kissing me briefly to pull my pale blue T-shirt off over my head. My breasts are already leaking milk, making wet spots on my nursing bra, which they are practically busting out of. I’ve started producing more milk now that my boss and his friends are nursing from me too. If I don’t see at least one of them per day, I have to use the breast pump to get the rest out. My baby, Dakota, can’t drink enough to empty my breasts.
