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swollen and aching nipples. Cupping
myself and squeezing the soft weight and flesh, I stared at the picture I
presented, a turned on, masked woman, a blush staining her cheeks, her
incredibly large breasts weeping milk.
    I moaned.
    I’d already allowed my blind date to suckle. And men on the
other side of that glass expected to see me have sex. I wanted to show them. I
wanted to flaunt my body, these diamonds, my lust. What did I have to lose?
When would there ever be a time like this again, when I could be this free? The
mask tickled my nose. I laughed and finally turned to him. My arms fell to my
side and I smiled. Tension lifted from my shoulders.
    I couldn’t see his full expression beneath his mask, but he
didn’t return my smile. His intent regard froze me to the spot. His tux jacket
hit the floor. He tugged off his tie and unbuttoned his vest and shirt before I
could speak.
    My chest heaved.
    “Take off your skirt,” he commanded.
    I hesitated and glanced at the mirrored glass. People would
see my pussy. See it as it swelled even now. Passion rocked through me and my
tits filled even more. Swallowing hard, I strangled a groan when the
engorgement came so fast it hurt.
    “You let a complete stranger drink your milk.”
    I wanted to tell him he wasn’t a complete stranger. Friend
of a friend and all that. But instead, I whimpered. Working on his belt, he
walked near. His hard cock pressed against his slacks. It was big. Long. I
whimpered again and my cunt pulsed. He slid the belt out and let it drop, too.
    “You came. From my mouth on your tits. Did you like that?”
    Unable to speak through my tight throat, I nodded. My stare
caught on his talented hands and narrowed there. I licked my lips.
    My mouth fell open and my pussy slicked, eager and ripe.
Milk ran freely, soaking my chest. It dribbled down my stomach.
    “How do you want it?”
    I shook my head.
    “Why don’t we take some of the pressure off those glorious
tits?” His muscles bunched and slid, the shadows to the side of the room
caressing him as he walked to the wall and pushed a padded bench to the middle
of the floor. A light shone done there. He waved a hand toward the red velvet
cushion. “Have a seat.”
    My knees barely cooperated as all the bravado left me. But I
made it. My vision swam and I rubbed a hand over my forehead. I nearly unseated
the mask and quickly straightened it. My heart thudded in my chest and I
gasped.
    “Careful. You need to leave that on.” Devin straddled the
bench and his strong but gentle hands turned me until my back was to him. His hand
touched my thigh and drew away. “Go ahead. Straddle the bench. Let them see
you. They’re hungry for you. Like I am.”
    I closed my eyes and dragged my leg over the bench. I felt
sluggish and hot. My mouth ran dry and my ears rang. I whispered, “Maybe this
isn’t such a good idea.”
    A light nip on my shoulder made me jump. He spoke against my
skin.
    “If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again. Let it go.
Experience it.” It sounded like a promise. One this stranger couldn’t really
make. That there’d be another time.
    “This is the best I could do, with the oil. I could secure
the room, but not get the best cream for a woman of your amazing ability. But
it’s edible. So we’ll make do.”
    The rest of the tension left me as I giggled. “I’m not sure
what’s funnier, that you called my milk jugs an amazing ability or that you’re
using edible oil on me so you can still suckle.”
    “And I will.” He kissed my shoulder then his hand covered
the spot, as if he trapped the kiss. “Lean back.”
    The first contact of my naked back to his warm chest gave an
erotic charge of its own. I fell into him and his strong arms. I hadn’t been
held in so long—I didn’t even know when. Tears stung my nose and I cleared my throat.
    “Where’d you go there?”
    “I’m right here.” I wiggled my ass further back and
connected with the hard ridge in his slacks.