The Milkmaid

A new mother is struggling with the downside of breastfeeding and looks for alternative ways to alleviate the pressure

I was tired and sore and at this point I felt like crying non stop. It had been well over two months since I had my precious little baby boy. He did amazing. He grew fast, drank well and overall was a fairly easy baby. He wasn’t the problem. I was. You see, I was producing a lot of milk. And by a lot, I mean a lot. My breasts always felt full, always heavy and I couldn’t feed my baby more than I already was. I had started pumping the excess milk, but it only seemed to get worse. It felt like I was pumping non stop and I had no way of storing that much for donation. We didn’t have enough money to buy an additional fridge or freezer, let alone the space. So I was pumping for the biggest part of the day and sadly had to throw it all away. I felt useless. Almost like a literal cow.

And that’s how my husband found me when he came home from work that evening. Our baby was fast asleep in his milk-coma in his bassinet and I was pumping with tear-filled eyes. I couldn’t hide it any longer and burst out in tears as soon as he asked me what was wrong. Ashamed, I told him. I told him everything I had been hiding, because I didn’t want to burden him with something like this. I told him how I had tried to stop pumping, or only take the pressure off, but it had been so painful. I was so swollen. How I felt I was only spending money and not earning anything. He just listened. Comforted me. Nodded, rubbed my back and just held me as I talked and ranted.

“You know…” he started slowly, when I had finally quieted down, my eyes were puffy from crying so much. I sniffed and looked up at him, rubbing a stray tear away. “No, never mind…”
“What is it?” My voice was hoarse, but my curiosity peaked. He just took a deep breath.
“Try to keep an open mind, okay? If you’re saying no, then it’s a no but…” He trailed off again as he looked at me, before he gave me a careful smile. “There are people who are paying for breast milk.”
“I know. But I’m just done with pumping.”
“I’m not talking about pumping.” He hesitated again, but decided to continue anyway. “There are people who want to pay to get the milk straight from the source.”
“Like, mothers who can’t produce?”
“Like adults. Like, grown men and women who want to feel loved and have their bellies filled at the same time.”

I sat up more, rubbing my eyes. I glanced at my baby in his bassinet. Could I do this? Could I let a stranger drink from my tits like they were my own kids? I promised to keep an open mind and to be honest, the thought didn’t repel me as much as I had first thought. I had always loved my husband playing with my nipples before the baby, and I loved feeding my own baby.
“Would I have to have sex with them?”
“You could offer that service, but you don’t have to. Most are just content with suckling on a nipple and taste your milk.”
“Would you want me to?” My husband lifted my chin and kissed me softly on the lips.
“I am not trying to pimp you out, baby girl, but if you’re interested in fucking them, I am okay with that. Just let me know.” I had always known my husband wasn’t completely monogamous and I could tell the thought excited him.
“How do you know all of this?” His thumb gently rubbed my cheek as he kept looking at me.
“Some of the boys I’ve known from clubs in the past have expressed that desire, but there aren’t many women willing to do so. Makes them feel like a cow.”
I just chuckled and leaned into his hand. “I already feel like a cow, being hooked up to the pump so much. How much money could we make?”
“Whatever we feel like.”

Of course I was nervous. I had agreed to try it once, but only if my husband would be in the room. No sex. Just letting my tits be sucked dry, get paid and then be alone again. I was sitting on the couch and was just finishing feeding my son, when there was a knock on the door. My husband opened the door and I heard them share a few words. Not much later, he and a skinny man stepped into the room. He looked fairly normal. Clean. He was kind and well spoken, but I could tell his eyes shifted to my boobs immediately.
“So, 100 for both of them, right?” I just nodded, trying to look confident as I placed my son in his bassinet, he was already dozing off. I was topless, like my husband and I agreed. I quickly wiped my nipples clean and sat back down on the couch.
“Yes. We agreed on 100. You can come closer.”
I watched as the man shuffled closer and sat down next to me. His hand gently went to the breast that was closest to him and he very gently squeezed, immediately producing thick droplets of milk.
“Oh my god,” he whispered. It was obviously a dream come true for him. I grabbed a pillow and placed it on my lap, before pulling him a little closer. I wasn’t very comfortable yet with this stranger, but he didn’t seem to notice. Trying to take control, I pulled his head to the pillow and guided my breast to his mouth. Immediately he latched on, sucking my whole nipple into his mouth. I gasped as he started to drink deeply, his hand on my breast gently squeezing to coax the milk out. Despite feeling his teeth, it actually felt so nice. My son drank eagerly, but this man was something else. HIs mouth was bigger, swallowing more of my breast, but he moaned at the same time as he took big gulps. He was completely focused on emptying me. I just cradled his head, pulling him a little closer so it felt a little more comfortable for me. The muscles in my belly contracted as I looked up at my husband. The bulge in his pants was clearly visible and he had a dark look in his eyes. I just bit my lip and smiled. I was feeling aroused myself, and I couldn’t wait until this man would leave and my husband would fuck me absolutely senseless.

From that moment on, I started to get my own contacts. I found a website where I could advertise and it didn’t take long before I would get messages of hungry men. I didn’t want to make it too easy on them, so I asked a lot of questions. Asked for pictures or even a video call beforehand so I knew who I was dealing with. Asked for personal information just in case. And they all gave it willingly. And it didn’t take long before I had a steady stream of men coming and going. Once or twice a week, I would invite someone over, as I had noticed that made me feel most comfortable. Some requested my husband to be there, but most were just eager to start suckling away. It was easy money, honestly. I would gently encourage some of the men to take the nipple like a good little boy. Some wanted me to sing a lullaby. I even had one instance where I had two men at the same time suckling on my tits. But most were just content with laying there. Until I got a message from Pete. He wanted something more. He was the first to ask for sexual acts and he offered a lot of money for it too. Driven by the cash, I agreed quickly.

Pete showed up right on time and I let him in. He placed the wad of cash on the table and smiled eagerly.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked and I lightly shivered at the deep timbre of his voice. To be honest, the money had made it easy. Made me easy too. Seeing him and hearing him made it so much more interesting and I was starting to get aroused. Especially because my husband didn’t know. He was on a business trip and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. I was looking forward to surprising him.
“Honey, if you’re paying that amount of money, you’re allowed to make up the rules.” Pete nodded. Without saying a word, he stepped closer and pulled the dress off my body, as well as pushing my panties down. He then got undressed himself. I couldn’t help but glance at his thick cock, which was already hardening at the sight of my swollen and round tits. He pushed me down on my back on the couch and latched on as he hovered over me. He had moved fast, but I didn’t mind. It eased my mind a bit. Feeling the familiar pull of my nipple in his mouth, I relaxed and closed my eyes. I even moaned a bit as I felt how the tip of his cock was resting against my pussy lips, twitching from time to time. He drank slowly but sucked hard. With a pop, he unlatched and moved to my other tit. I wasn’t completely empty yet, but that was fine.

He became a little bit rougher now, when he realized I wasn’t fighting him and my legs spread for him as he started to rub against my pussy. And it was at that point that he bit down on my nipple, causing it to squirt the milk out in full force. I gasped and wanted to push him away, but he had latched on strongly. Like a vacuum he sucked, squeezing my breast harshly. And to top it all off, his cock slipped inside my soaked pussy at the same time. And there he stopped. He had just forced himself inside me but didn’t start fucking me. Instead, his arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me up like I weighed nothing, so that I was now straddling his hips. Pete was buried so deep inside of me and his rough movements on my nipple ceased a bit. Instead, he moved back to focusing on sucking the milk out of my tit.

“I love these udders,” he said softly, taking a little break from the sucking. I just looked down at him, my cheeks blushing at the use of his words. With both his hands, he smashed my tits together, causing small droplets of milk to appear. My nipples were swollen and throbbing lightly. I didn’t respond as he licked the drops away. “You’re a gorgeous little cow.” He latched back on, making little moaning sounds as he sucked. With his hands on my hips, he started to move me. Small, grinding movements against his cock. Feeling him both buried inside me, as well as sucking on my tits was amazing. Glancing at the money on the table, I smiled a little. I could be a cow for him if he paid me that much. Getting milked and getting bred like this. He switched teets again now that the first one didn’t produce much anymore. He had sucked me until I was dry.

I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the room and Pete fucked me like a maniac. Like a bull. Harsh, deep and unrelenting, his hands had curled around my sensitive breasts and he used his hands to squeeze them. Almost like he was milking them, pulling on the nipples. I moaned so loud as he kept going, his hips pounding against my ass, driving himself in deep. The thought of condoms was far from my brain, as I didn’t care. Pete made the rules. He paid for this. He earned it. Oh fuck, he earned it alright, as yet another huge orgasm washed over me. I loved my husband, but this was so much more primal. I was just a breeding cow, which Pete confirmed when he stopped moving, pumping my pussy full of his seed. We both breathed heavily and I shivered as he kept milking my tits with his hands. They were getting painful right now, but I didn’t dare to say anything about it. Slowly he withdrew and sat back on his heels.
“Turn around,” he said and I did what he asked. With his hand, he guided my face to his cock, pushing me all the way down to clean him. I sucked him clean eagerly, moaning at the taste of both his seed and my own juices. When he was satisfied, he pulled me up.
“I will pay you for additional assignments on the phone. And I very much want to see you again real soon. You can do that for me, right, little cow?” I flushed again but smiled, nodding. He got up from the floor and I watched how he got dressed. Without looking back, he walked out the door and closed it behind him. It wasn’t until then that I looked down at the damage. I was used to my nipples being rosy and swollen after a session. But I gasped when I looked down. My nipples were huge, engorged and fiery red. They really looked like the udders of a cow. I gently rubbed them, wincing at the soreness but moaning at the same time. Fuck. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

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