“Now,” Madri said, sitting back in her chair, “I know you are having some trouble with your breasts. I have an experimental treatment that might solve your problem. Do you consent to this experimental treatment?” Madri asked. Erika looked down at her breasts, the skin was taut, her nipples were red and they ached. Even if Madri hadn’t been kidding, she would have said yes.
“I consent,” Erika said coyly. Madri placed her hand on Erika’s nearest breast. She started to knead it gently. As she did so, she leaned in and kissed Erika again. Erika groaned, the feeling was too delicious. Madri’s tongue was in her mouth and her fingers were kneading her breast. Madri’s fingers were strong, but gentle. Erika liked the way they placed just the right amount of pressure of her taut skin. And the way they felt when they flittered gently across her nipple was divine. Erika was almost gasping for air.
Then, Madri’s hand stopped moving and broke the kiss. Erika opened her eyes and looked to see Madri smiling at her. Madri looked down at Erika’s breast and Erika followed her eyes. And then she saw why Madri had stopped. Apparently, Madri’s ministrations had squeezed Erika’s breast more tightly than she’d realized. A long, thin squirt of milk lay on Erika’s body. It stretched from just below her nipple, down the underside of her breast, and across her stomach all the way to her bellybutton. A small pool of milk had filled her bellybutton. Her breast tingled from the expression and Erika felt lovely. She’d used her big, milk-filled breasts erotically before, but never the milk itself. This was fun!
Madri seemed to think it was fun too. She slid the stool down the examination table so that she was sitting next to Erika’s bellybutton. Erika watched as her doctor bent over her body and planted her mouth over her bellybutton. Erika heard a gentle slurping sound and could feel Madri’s tongue digging into her bellybutton. It tickled at Erika giggled and squirmed. She reached down and ran her hands through Madri’s silky hair.
Once she’d apparently sucked Erika’s bellybutton dry of milk, Madri began to lick up Erika’s body. She turned her head and opened her eyes. Erika could watch Madri move from between her breasts. She saw Madri flatten her tongue out of her tummy. She watched as Madri slowly slid her tongue up, keeping the thin line of milk right in the center of her tongue. Up from the bellybutton and across the stomach. Erika felt Madri’s tongue glide over her ribs and then over against the bottom of her breast. Madri’s tongue was warm and wet as it gently slid across the sexy orb that was the bottom of Erika’s tit, sucking up milk. Erika’s entire body was tingling and she felt her pussy dripping onto the paper lining of the examination table.
At last, Madri had licked all the way up Erika’s torso. Her tongue was pressed gently against Erika’s nipple. She flicked it once and Erika felt a wave of pleasure rush through her body. She moaned and her hands clenched down on the sides of the table. Madri looked so incredibly sexy with her tongue placed against Erika’s tit. And then Madri opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the nipple.
For a few moments, Erika just felt Madri’s thick wet tongue circling her nipple and poking it gently. Then, she started to feel a gentle suction. She watched while Madri’s caramel cheeks sucked in noticeably. Erika moaned deeply when she felt the familiar tingle. Madri was sucking her milk. She could feel it pouring out of her body. She watched Madri’s face and saw the joy cross it as the sweet liquid splashed warm against her tongue. Madri sucked gently, slowing, pulling just a few precious globs of milk out of Madri’s body at a time. For Erika, the pleasure was intense. Unlike a kid looking for a meal, Madri was gentle. There was something so erotic about providing nourishment to a beautiful woman. Erika could not think of a more beautiful way to give of her body to a lover. Erika watched Madri’s lips, and was almost overcome by arousal when a small bead of milk dripped out of Madri’s mouth and dripped down the side of her breast.
Erika was so focused on Madri’s mouth that at first she did not notice the doctor’s hand slinking down her body. But she felt it as it slid over her thigh and between her legs. Erika grew tense, this was about to go to that last step. But she just ran her hand through Madri’s hair and enjoyed the feeling of having her breast sucked. Madri’s hand gently pushed Erika’s leg’s apart. Madri could smell her arousal and her milk and it was a heady aroma. When he legs were split apart, Madri seemed to hesitate for a second. Her eyes were still closed and Erika could see and feel that she was still slowly drinking her milk, but she didn’t move her hand. Erika wanted Madri’s hand on her pussy. She needed it. She moaned a little and she saw Madri’s lips smile around her breast as though she had been waiting for that noise.
Erika moaned loudly as Madri’s fingers found her wet slit. Erika looked down over her breasts and between her legs. She could Madri’s slender brown arm lying across her thigh and she could see the doctor’s delicate fingers tickling between her legs. The feeling was electric. Madri’s fingers played gently in Erika’s pubic hair, on her wet vulva, and occasionally (and deliciously) against her clitoris. Erika could see her own juices shimmering on Madri’s fingers. And all the while, Madri’s lips stayed locked on her breast, sipping milk and swallowing it down.
Just when the teasing was getting so intense that Erika didn’t think she would be able to take it anymore, she felt Madri’s index finger suddenly push into her slippery cunt. Erika’s entire body shuddered, the feeling was incredible. She’d wanted this so bad, when she finally had the sensation was almost too intense. She almost sat up, driving her breast harder into Madri’s mouth. But the doctor took her one free hand and carefully eased Erika back down onto the examination table. Erika wrapped her arm around Madri’s neck, pulling the doctor into her breast, driving the nipple into Madri’s teeth.
At the same time, Madri was carefully curling her finger inside of Erika’s vagina. She was hooking her finger up, rubbing against the ridges on the inside of Erika’s pussy. She moved in a careful rhythm, and Erika felt all of the muscles and joints in her body aching to move in that same rhythm. She grasped hard on the exam table, and tried to keep her moaning as quiet as possible. There were other people in the office, after all.