Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series Read Online Free Page B
Author: Simone Holloway
turned on him.
“Mr. King, I apologize if I overstepped my bounds. I didn’t mean to pry. I want this relation-” she had to stop herself before she said ‘relationship,’ “this arrangement, to work.”
He sighed and looked beyond her, deep in thought.
Amy ran her hand down the front of his chest. “I think we have something special? It would be a shame to throw it away. Let’s start over?”
Mr. King’s face turned stern. “Alright. I’ll need you this weekend. I have something a bit more adventurous in mind. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Yes,” she said automatically, though she had her doubts.
“Good,” he said as he closed the door in her face. “And, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
3
Amy paced the room like a caged animal. She was completely naked except for stilettos, crotchless panties, and the modified nursing bra she ’d sewn herself. Mr. King had requested she wear it for the night. It was what he deemed a “special occasion.”
He had left her completely in the dark as to the nature of the event he was planning. It made her extremely nervous. She had the sneaking suspicious that he liked seeing her vulnerable to his whims.
Amy normally, would have no problem with this except that now, as she walked the length of the room, back and forth, she could hear the chatter of people.
A party raged on the other side of the door. From what she could hear, it sounded mostly like men.
They were laughing and drinking; their conversations indistinct over the general hum of the room.
Amy was afraid that she’d be expected to perform some sort of show for the men. As much as she enjoyed the attention of Mr. King, she wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, at least she didn’t think she was.
A situation like this had never presented itself to her before. If she was being totally honest a part of her was intrigued by the idea of having the full attention of the party.
The question though, was would they view her as an object of sexual desire, or a freak? If it was the latter, Amy knew she would flee in tears. She couldn’t take the mocking and the laughter. But, if it was the former, well…
She felt a wet spot on the front of her bra. She looked down to see a small stain. When she became aroused she lactated, but it also happened when she was extremely nervous. Right now, she existed in some limbo between the two.
It would be a miracle if she even had enough breast milk left to entertain the men. Amy laughed to herself. It was the first time in her life she’d ever hoped for the ability to lactate.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She exhaled slowly and began to rub her breasts. They ached and tingled, her nipples were rubbed raw. She longed to feel Mr. King’s wet, full lips close around them. The pleasing pinch as he sucked; the tickle of his tongue passing over her areola… It made her wet to think about it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a giggling woman who came busting into the room. She was completely naked except for a red tie she wore around her neck.
She slammed the door behind her and looked over Amy’s body.
“Rowdy crowd tonight,” she said. “You’re new aren’t you?”
Amy nodded shyly.
The woman snickered. “Oh, they’ll love you. You’ve got a real Ms. Innocent-Girl-Next-Door thing going on. You’ll probably remind them all of their mothers-or what they imagine their mothers to be.”
She winked at Amy and turned to a mirror. The woman straightened her back and propped out her breasts, examining her reflection.
“Wh- What do I do?” Amy asked. “Out there, I mean.”
She looked at her incredulously. “What you were paid to do. Jeez, you new girls, I swear…”
“I mean, I don’t have to perform or…?”
“Perform?” she laughed. “Sweetie just make the rounds. Walk around the room, pay a little attention
“Mr. King, I apologize if I overstepped my bounds. I didn’t mean to pry. I want this relation-” she had to stop herself before she said ‘relationship,’ “this arrangement, to work.”
He sighed and looked beyond her, deep in thought.
Amy ran her hand down the front of his chest. “I think we have something special? It would be a shame to throw it away. Let’s start over?”
Mr. King’s face turned stern. “Alright. I’ll need you this weekend. I have something a bit more adventurous in mind. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Yes,” she said automatically, though she had her doubts.
“Good,” he said as he closed the door in her face. “And, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
3
Amy paced the room like a caged animal. She was completely naked except for stilettos, crotchless panties, and the modified nursing bra she ’d sewn herself. Mr. King had requested she wear it for the night. It was what he deemed a “special occasion.”
He had left her completely in the dark as to the nature of the event he was planning. It made her extremely nervous. She had the sneaking suspicious that he liked seeing her vulnerable to his whims.
Amy normally, would have no problem with this except that now, as she walked the length of the room, back and forth, she could hear the chatter of people.
A party raged on the other side of the door. From what she could hear, it sounded mostly like men.
They were laughing and drinking; their conversations indistinct over the general hum of the room.
Amy was afraid that she’d be expected to perform some sort of show for the men. As much as she enjoyed the attention of Mr. King, she wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, at least she didn’t think she was.
A situation like this had never presented itself to her before. If she was being totally honest a part of her was intrigued by the idea of having the full attention of the party.
The question though, was would they view her as an object of sexual desire, or a freak? If it was the latter, Amy knew she would flee in tears. She couldn’t take the mocking and the laughter. But, if it was the former, well…
She felt a wet spot on the front of her bra. She looked down to see a small stain. When she became aroused she lactated, but it also happened when she was extremely nervous. Right now, she existed in some limbo between the two.
It would be a miracle if she even had enough breast milk left to entertain the men. Amy laughed to herself. It was the first time in her life she’d ever hoped for the ability to lactate.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She exhaled slowly and began to rub her breasts. They ached and tingled, her nipples were rubbed raw. She longed to feel Mr. King’s wet, full lips close around them. The pleasing pinch as he sucked; the tickle of his tongue passing over her areola… It made her wet to think about it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a giggling woman who came busting into the room. She was completely naked except for a red tie she wore around her neck.
She slammed the door behind her and looked over Amy’s body.
“Rowdy crowd tonight,” she said. “You’re new aren’t you?”
Amy nodded shyly.
The woman snickered. “Oh, they’ll love you. You’ve got a real Ms. Innocent-Girl-Next-Door thing going on. You’ll probably remind them all of their mothers-or what they imagine their mothers to be.”
She winked at Amy and turned to a mirror. The woman straightened her back and propped out her breasts, examining her reflection.
“Wh- What do I do?” Amy asked. “Out there, I mean.”
She looked at her incredulously. “What you were paid to do. Jeez, you new girls, I swear…”
“I mean, I don’t have to perform or…?”
“Perform?” she laughed. “Sweetie just make the rounds. Walk around the room, pay a little attention
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