Sweet Mother's Milk
That was what came back when I asked the Discord room for advice. I hadn't laid out everything that happened, just danced around it with something like, I put on the suit and now my heart races around handsome men — is that okay? Arousal, huh... It felt like something a little different from affection.
"So then I won't, um, turn gay or anything, right?"
"I'd say no? I've spent years sleeping with men and I'm perfectly fine. I even have a girlfriend, you know?"
"Feeling desire toward a man is a natural reaction for a woman's body, so please don't worry yourself over it!"
"I never fell for a guy myself, but everyone's different, so who knows. By the way, you didn't write anything weird when you ordered the suit, did you?"
Something weird... Let's not think about that one. I regret it enough already.
"Thank you. This helped a lot, really."
"No need to thank me. If you've got a problem, ask anytime."
"Don't mention it! We're a family bound by leather — answering your questions is just what we do!"
That one is always at maximum energy. Smiling quietly to myself, I close Discord. It's one in the afternoon — half of Sunday is already gone.
"Ahhhhh... I'm exhausted."
Yawning over and over, I find myself replaying the call with Chiwon from a few hours ago.
'You could've told me you got a girlfriend, you know. She asked you to keep it quiet from people around you? Well, can't argue with that, then.'
'I was shocked too, okay? The door opened and I thought you'd come back, and then this woman I'd never seen in my life was just staring at me. Do you know what that feels like? Huh??'
'She was genuinely gorgeous, though. Way out of your league. Hey, hey, hey — kidding, kidding! Stop yelling, my ears hurt.'
'Park Yerim, that's her name, right?'
'This is a bit awkward to bring up, but, uh, your girlfriend's underwear and, well, that. Oh. You already heard about it? I'm really sorry about that. I'll call before I come over next time, promise.'
'You're part of the problem too, you know. If you're going to be that impossible to reach, fine, but isn't your girlfriend worried sick about you?'
'Tell your girlfriend I'm sorry again, seriously. And later on, you have to introduce me to one of her friends, got it? Promise?'
All things considered, it wrapped up more smoothly than I'd feared. It was awfully kind of him, as a friend, to have called more than ten times while my phone was off — though when the moment I picked up, the first words out of his mouth were 'Oh, you were alive?'... that felt a little less kind.
Anyway, stay careful. He said he'd call before visiting next time, and we live in different neighborhoods, so we shouldn't be running into each other face-to-face... but you never know how things will go with people.
Today's late breakfast is the chicken Chiwon bought yesterday. Of course, I didn't forget to say a silent word of thanks to the guy before digging in. It had gone cold and tough, but for someone living alone, there's no better feast than this. It's a bit early for beer, though... what else is there to drink?
Dragging my aching body over, I open the fridge. A few bottles of water and two cartons of milk — that's the entire inventory. Milk, huh. Milk... The memory surfaces of sucking on my own chest the first day I wore the suit. No mother's milk came out, obviously — that much was a given. But I do have regrets about not writing mother's milk option into the order email.
'Hmmmm... yeah. Let's try that.'
A good idea came to me. There was no guarantee it would work, but there was no harm in trying. First I took out both cartons of milk, poured them into a bowl, and warmed them up. Then I hurried to the supermarket near my place and bought a pack of balloons. I rinsed the inside of each one with water, poured a whole carton of milk into each balloon, and tied them off tight. Next, I stripped off my clothes and pulled the suit on up to my hips. Finally, I tucked the balloons into the chest of the suit and, before they could slip out, quickly yanked the upper half up over my body and zipped it shut. And then...
"Oh. They got heavier."
A weight pressed down on my chest, heavier than before. It was like my breasts were stuffed full — the size hadn't changed, but they felt bouncier all over, taut and springy. Carefully, I pressed my nipple lightly between thumb and forefinger.
"Ahn♡"
Liquid trickled from the tip. No — it's milk, obviously. I brought the bead clinging to my fingertip to my mouth and licked it off.
'Huh? It tastes different?'
The rich, creamy flavor of milk was still there, but a faint fruity sweetness bloomed across the tip of my tongue. Citrus. Apparently the scent my body gave off had seeped into the milk too. The sharp, milky tang was gone, replaced by nothing but the clean freshness of fruit rolling through my mouth. This is actually delicious?
"Mnngh, haah... it's dripping, it won't stop dripping..."
The moment I kneaded my breasts, milk came gushing out. The trickling liquid soaked my chest and ran down, warming my stomach and my pussy as it went. Even as I kneaded them gently, every time I squeezed down hard, milk erupted as if from a burst faucet, punctuated by a moan of 'Hiyan♡'
"I think the lower half is getting ready too♡"
My right hand worked my pussy while my left teased my breast. Every time my milk-soaked fingers stirred up inside me, lewd, squelching sounds rang out, and my love juices mixed with the milk to soak the floor wetter and wetter. Bending deep at the waist, I gave the white puddle spreading across the floor a single tentative lick. Yep. Sweet♡
"Churp, chuaaah, chwaap."
Like a cat lapping milk from a saucer, I tongue-fed my way down through the puddle. It didn't feel dirty, not really. No matter how much I swallowed, liquid kept flowing endlessly from my pussy and my chest. The contents of two whole cartons of milk should have run dry ages ago — how was it still coming? Well, I had no spare attention for such trivial questions. The sight of myself, licking up my own love juices while every erogenous zone in my body sang, was so obscene I couldn't stand it.
I picked the dildo up off the desk with my right hand and coated it thoroughly in the puddle on the floor, my left hand cupping the underside of my breast to keep it from spilling. Tilting my head down, I began sucking at my own nipple just as I sank the dripping dildo into my pussy.
"Chwup, chururup... nnngh, mnngh♡"
Maybe it was because the dildo was soaked, but it slid through me so much more smoothly than before. Every time it pressed hard against my most sensitive spot, my whole body jolted. I suckled greedily, ravenously, until I half wondered if everything I drank from the upper mouth was escaping straight out the lower one as love juice. Each time I gave a hard, sucking pull, milk spurted out, and my pussy answered in kind, gushing around the dildo and dripping down in streams.
"Nnh... nnnnnh, fuhnnn."
I'm close. I can't hold it anymore. Driving the pumping dildo deep, all the way to the hilt, I bore down hard on the base.
"Hnnnnnnnnnnngh♡"
Crackling electricity surged up from somewhere deep in my chest and my pussy. Milk erupted with a force unlike anything before, and the sudden flood briefly choked me. Dangerous — I can't... breathe...!
"Hk, huuah, huu, huuuuh..."
The problem was that I'd just gone over the edge with my pussy, which left even breathing through my nose a struggle. Pleasure ran wild through my body and I couldn't even draw a proper breath, so my mind began to drift, growing hazier and hazier. In that clouding haze, only the twitching of my pussy and the softness of the breast still clutched in my hand registered, melting stronger and deeper, until at last —
"Puhaah, hah, haaah, haaaa, hah..."
The milk finally went down all the way. I tore my mouth from my breast and gulped at the air in desperate heaves. I almost died. Any longer and I would have passed out.
"Ha, haa, haah, haaa, mnn, mnngh♡..."
My air-starved gasping gradually softened into a low, lingering moan. And no wonder — while I'd been blacking out with my breath cut off... it had felt incredible. Like clouds gently buoying up my whole body, like an itch of fingers tracing its way up my spine from my hips — I'd never forget that sensation. So that's why breath play has a place in BDSM. It really is its own kind of thrill.
...
It's always the same: bliss while you're enjoying yourself, sorrow when it's time to clean up. It took forever to wipe up the love juice and milk that had thoroughly drenched the entire floor. Just in case, I pressed my face close to the floorboards, and that familiar scent stung my nose. How long would this smell linger...? Still, if I aired the place out properly, it should be gone in a few days, right?
"Hnghhh..." Groaning, I hauled my aching body upright and turned on my phone. A notification blinked at me — a message on Discord. A message? I scrambled to connect and checked who it was from.
It came. The message finally came! Let's see — lots to talk about, so let's meet up... Wait. Meet in person?