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** This is my first attempt at writing a fetish themed short story (additional chapters to come).  Erotic lactation/adult breastfeeding has always been a kink of mine, but I found that it was not very popular in the Black community and stories from Black POVs seem limited, so I decided to try my hand at a story about it for those who may share this interest. The story is about two, 30 something year old Black professionals, Deirdre and Terrance, who are colleagues with an undeniable attraction to each other, but a recent predicament Deirdre has found herself has accelerated her need for him**

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Deirdre stood in front of her mirror tugging at her thin knit cardigan that was struggling to provide sufficient coverage of her large, tight breasts. When she purchased the sweater last month, it fit just right but today, the buttons and buttonholes pulled annoyingly in opposite directions, exposing bits of her demi cup bra underneath and threating to burst open at any moment. She can’t pinpoint exactly when it started happening, but her best guess was that it had to be when she broke up with her boyfriend and moved from their small city apartment into her new house in a nearby county just outside the city one year ago.
 


Deirdre always had modest, slightly deflated, 36B breasts since she was 13 years old. Now, at 35 she had ballooned to an impressive DD cup. Deirdre’s friends jokingly asked if she had secretly gone to Miami to get a boob job. She was initially worried that something was wrong with her, but a series of bloodwork that turned up nothing significant led her to believe that there had to be something in the county water that was causing her tits to grow.

Her doctors thought the notion was absurd. She sought answers from several practitioners who offered no plausible solutions but were intrigued and eager all the same to “take a look” and “examine” them.  After leaving one too many appointments with a soaked pussy from doctors grabbing and gawking at her breasts an obtaining no official diagnosis, Deirdre stopped trying to find medical answers.

Deirdre had not experienced any other symptoms aside from hyper-inflated, achy, breasts and sensitive nipples so as long as she felt otherwise healthy, she continued on with her day-to-day life and continued to drink the water. She was secretly enjoying her new proportions and the extreme arousal she derived from her growing globes.
 


The sight of Deirdre’s tight cardigan and too-small bra in the mirror turned her on. She was once a straight-up-and-down kind of body, and in just one year she found herself suddenly with huge, full, juicy boobs which gave her an overall curvier appearance. Such a shame she didn’t have a man (or woman for that matter) to appreciate her new bounty.
 


Deirdre’s nipples felt incredibly sensitive fighting against the restrictive undergarment, sending a shiver down her stomach to her clit. She reminded herself that she would need to go bra shopping soon and she probably should purchase a handheld breast massager or nipple sucker of some sort if no willing human came into the picture to assist.
 


Once at the office Deirdre went straight to the kitchen to prepare her favorite daily, decadent coffee – a nice dark roast with caramel creamer and a little vanilla sugar free syrup. 
 


”Morning, D.”, Deirdre heard Terrance say from behind her.

She spun around on her heels to face her “work hubby” as she affectionately called him.

“Good morning, Terrance”, Deirdre said with a big grin. Terrance wasn’t what you would call conventionally handsome, but he had swagger, for sure. Great hygiene and  impeccable taste in cologne certainly helped, plus, his even-keeled “cool customer” demeanor made him extremely attractive to Deirdre. He was an excellent colleague because nothing ever rattled him, and he had a reputation for being a natural problem solver.
 


”What’s up? How you feelin’, wifey?” Terrance’s eyes zeroed in on Deidre’s pale pink cardigan and without a doubt, noticed how Deirdre’s full breasts were daring to burst out of it. Suddenly a little

embarrassed by her ill-fitting top, Deirdre turned around, facing the Keurig to finish preparing her coffee but still managed to give a little tease by making her round ass jiggle a little as she stirred in her beverage toppings.
 


She knew Terrance was watching. They always shared heavy flirtatious banter ever since she started at the company two years ago. During her first year, at the office holiday party and after a few too many old fashioneds, they shared a sloppy, intense, deep kiss on the rooftop and a lot of groping which was interrupted by party goers crashing the outdoor space in search of fresh air. It never went further than that, although Deirdre very much wanted it to. Her longing had increased over the past year as her breasts and nipple sensitivity grew but Terrance played it very cool.

There was an undeniable, delicious buildup of sexual tension between them, but Deirdre would not make the first move. Both of them were having a good time with the prolonged flirtation with things approaching a low boil for the past few months. Knowing glances that turned into stares, some light touches when passing documents and fingers that lingered a little too long, standing a little too close and a little too long in spaces that didn’t require such closeness. 
 


*My titties won’t stop growing and they desperately need to be sucked and squeezed but other than that, fantastic,* Deirdre said to herself, half wishing that Terrance could read her mind.

Instead, she said “I’m good, I’m good. I’m just ready to get that Davidson project finished and out of my life!”
 


Deirdre turned around to face Terrance again, this time he was a few steps closer, so close that her chest could have grazed his if she exhaled hard enough. He was wearing an expensive, niche fragrance that Deidre helped him pick out from the apothecary down the street on one of their extra-long lunch breaks. The scent of cloves and musk snaked its way up her nostrils causing her nipples to stiffen against the fabric of her tiny bra. She side-stepped out of his path and began to walk toward her office, Terrance following a few steps behind her brown leather pumps as they click-clacked down the hallway. 
 


Deirdre plopped down behind her L-shaped desk, desperate to put some space between them- it was only 9am and too early to be creeping up on horniness. Her breasts wiggled as she adjusted her chair and scooted up closer to her monitor. Terrance sat on the edge of her desk, that alluring fragrance followed her, still working its magic on Deirdre’s nose. 
 


”I was thinking, wifey” Terrance said while flicking the top of a retractable pen rapidly. He continued, “I was thinking, we haven’t had one of our extended lunch breaks in a while, you down for an adventure?” 
 


Deirdre’s interest was immediately piqued, her big nipples stood at attention, betraying her attempt to play coy. Terrance noticed immediately, flicking his tongue across his perfect teeth. 
 
”I’m always down for an adventure” Deirdre smiled slyly, tucking her long, thick hair behind her ear. Her dark brown, almost obsidian eyes twinkled with excitement.  “Sushi and sake?” She quizzed.
 


”Well, that’s not quite what I had in mind…how about I surprise you?” Terrance stroked his goatee and pretended to twirl his mustache like a cartoon villain. Deirdre chuckled, breasts bouncing as she laughed. 
 
”I love surprises”, Deirdre winked.

Terrance stood up, straightened his well-tailored, pinstriped trousers and headed for the door. Deirdre could have sworn she saw a bulge in his pants. She was damn near certain of it. 
 
”Meet you at the front door at 12:30 then.” 

Terrance disappeared out of her office and down the hall, leaving Deirdre to try in vain to focus on her project for the next 3 and 1/2 hours.  All she could do was wonder what Terrance had in store for lunch and allow herself to briefly imagine his sexy lips and teeth grazing her nipples while she stroked his head.

 
After an agonizing few hours, at 12:25pm Deirdre was standing in the women’s bathroom coiffing her hair and once again adjusting her cardigan. “Why didn’t you just change your top?” she asked herself out loud. But she knew the reason. All her blouses were approaching the same fate as her sweater. Almost none of the tops in her wardrobe could accommodate her still growing chest. Once she was able to manipulate the fabric in the least revealing way possible, she dabbed a bit of jasmine and vanilla perfume oil behind her ears and into her cleavage for good measure.


 
Deirdre nervously took the elevator down to the first floor, once more checking her cardigan in the mirrored doors and making sure her just-above-the-knee length skirt wasn’t twisted or wrinkled. Terrance was standing just outside the building in the September sunshine looking so cool in a pair of Ray-Ban wayfarer shades. “You good to walk a couple blocks in those things?” Terrance asked gesturing at her 4-inch stiletto pumps.

“Boy, don’t play with me,” Deirdre said, playfully hitting his hard bicep. “You know I can walk a mile in a pair of stilettos.”

 
”Oh I know you can”, Terrance replied seductively looking Deirdre up and down.

 


The two took off walking north, making small talk for 2 blocks. The stifling humidity of the summer was giving way to pleasant warm days with breezes that whispered, “fall is on the way”. Terrance gently grabbed Deirdre’s left elbow to steer her into a building just ahead on the right. This simple gesture sent butterflies from her belly to her groin and goosebumps spread everywhere. He held the door of a newly opened boutique hotel open for Deirdre to enter.  Even though she took this route frequently, she hadn’t realized the new construction was a hotel.

Deirdre looked around, nervous about who might see her and Terrance coming into a friggin’ hotel at midday on a Thursday, but the lobby was practically empty save for a handsome 40 something year old man at the check-in desk.
 
Terrance talked in a hushed tone with the attractive, impeccably dressed man, gave him a warm handshake an half-hug and a few minutes later, gestured for Deirdre to follow him.

Deirdre could feel her heart beating in her ears, her tits and her clit all at the same time as they rode in silence up to the 9th floor. For a moment Deirdre was ready to put up a fake protest that they shouldn’t be there. The tension they’d built for almost 2 years had become something she was accustomed to. Regardless of what actually takes place today, she thought to herself, a hotel room can only mean that lines were about to be crossed in a major way.  But whatever was waiting for Deirdre, she wanted to see it through.

For the past year that Deirdre had been drinking county water, she had grown so increasingly horny, more than she ever was in her 20s and it was slightly nerve racking. She exited the elevator with Terrance on wobbly legs and followed him to room 922. 

Terrance used his cell phone to remotely unlock the door and they stepped inside. 
The room still smelled like new construction. The theme seemed to be a modern industrial feel with new, tasteful furnishings, new wood flooring, and the pleasant scent of some sort of hotel collection fragrance piping through the HVAC system. 
 
”This definitely ain’t sushi and sake” Deirdre smirked as she sat down on the edge of the heavy wooden desk, placing her leather handbag next to her.

Terrance sighed, “no, it’s not but hopefully you’ll find it better than sushi and sake!” 
 

“What’s better than sushi and sake?” Deirdre lowered her head and raised her eyes to meet Terrance’s gaze seductively.
 

Terrance pulled the padded leather chair away from the desk, sat down in it and scooted up close to where Deirdre was sitting. If her nipples weren’t being held back by her tiny bra, she would have poked Terrance’s eyes out in that moment.
 
”You tell me”, Terrance said softly, parting her legs gently so that he could slide his body and the chair between her knees. Deirdre’s skirt inched its way up to allow her legs to spread and allow Terrance and the chair to come into her personal space. God, he is so smooth and poised Deirdre thought to herself.

”I think you have a problem I can help with”, he whispered, gesturing with his eyes at Deirdre’s cardigan that was a heartbeat away from popping open. “I hope you don’t find this disrespectful but, I can’t help but notice you weren’t this…endowed when we met two years ago.” 


Deirdre shrank a little, her brown cheeks flushed rosy, pink. 
 
”I don’t know what happened!” she gushed. “It’s like ever since I moved out of the city last year, I’ve been…growing. It’s so weird. But the doctors say I’m healthy.”



“Must be something in the water,” Terrance said, his hungry eyes roaming over the imprint of Deirdre’s stiff nipples beneath the misshapen fabric of her sweater.



“That’s exactly what I said!” Deirdre exclaimed. “I’ve had bloodwork done and everything came back within normal ranges, but my tits keep growing and I don’t even know what to do at this point.”



”I think first of all, you need a nice…release” Terrance whispered, slowly reaching up to unbutton the top two buttons of Deirdre’s cardigan. He barely had to touch the buttons as they were pushed to their limits already. One by one the sweater easily fell open. Deirdre didn’t protest at all as Terrance continued, flicking open remaining buttons. Her full breasts sprang forward, areolas and the tips of her rock-hard nipples peeked out of the too small D cups of her bra. Deirdre had purchased new bras 4 times in the past year and while she was in a good spot financially, bras can be a hefty expense, so she tried to make do with what she had for as long as possible until it was time to go up a size. 
 
Terrance gasped a little at the sight of Deirdre’s juicy brown tits straining against the thin fabric of her bra. This was the first time she had ever seen him taken aback. He was damn near salivating. “May I?” he asked, looking up at Deirdre’s pretty face for consent.

She giggled a little, “you may, hubby.”

In one motion, Terrance slipped her cardigan off her arms and reached behind Deirdre’s back to quickly unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts dropped down in a heap of relief. Terrance gently lifted them, one in each hand marveling at the weight and texture of her pretty titties. Light blue veins were visible under the thin brown skin, a roadmap from the outer part of her breasts to her large, dark areolas and huge, thick nipples. Deirdre shuddered under Terrance’s touch. Only horny doctors have handled her breasts in the past year and she felt like she might cum just from seeing them being held in Terrance’s big hands at that moment.
 


”Do they hurt?” Terrance asked, with obvious care and concern.
 


”More like ache. Like I said, ever since I moved, they are hypersensitive and all they do is ache, swell and well…grow.”
 

“mmmmmmm” was all Terrance could muster before he quickly pushed Deirdre’s tits together and rubbed his face in them. He rolled his head all around her left breast, then her right, kissing the areola and the surrounding flesh. Her huge nipples brushed into his earlobe as he made sure to rub his entire face all over her bare chest. His goatee tickled and caused a rush of goosebumps all over her body. He breathed heavily, with his mouth open, directly above the nipple causing moist condensation to form on her stiff peak but purposely didn’t envelope it which sent Deirdre spiraling with anticipation.

Still squeezing her aching titties together, he licked figure 8’s slowly around both areolas. Deirdre scooted closer to the edge of the desk, her skirt rising even more, and Terrance pushed himself closer into her, between her legs. He could feel the heat and smell her musky pheromones radiating from under her skirt.

 
”Please” Deirdre croaked out, her voice barely a whisper. If Terrance didn’t consume her breasts right away, she thought she would combust. Her panties were dripping wet, the thin piece of cotton covering her labia was unable to contain the pulsing wetness underneath. Terrance teased her for a few moments more, his lips playing dangerously close to her dense, needy peaks, brushing them longingly against his cheek.

Deirdre was beginning to feel dizzy when suddenly, without warning, Terrance opened his mouth wide and closed directly in on her giant nipple. Deirdre let out a groan of relief. Finally!  Terrance trapped the thick, chewy nub at the roof of his mouth with his tongue and completely latched on. He created an airtight suction that sent electricity immediately to Deirdre’s clit.  He sucked hard, coaxing her left nipple slowly, further to the back of his throat, while simultaneously squeezing and kneading the right breast with his right hand.

Deirdre raked her manicured short acrylic nails through his neatly trimmed hair and threw her head back. The pleasure overcame her in a way that made her back arch. She wanted nothing more than to feed him all of her. 

Terrance moaned as he squeezed her right nipple, applying just a little more pressure at the base of it and massaging with intent until Deirdre felt something dripping onto her right thigh. She opened her eyes just in time to see 2 thin streams of milk quietly spray out of her nipple, onto the floor and down Terrance’s hand.

Terrance expertly drew her left nipple in even further as if to swallow it. He was enjoying the milky rewards of his skillful hands and mouth immensely. 

How long have I been able to do that? How did Terrance know how to do that? Deirdre wondered. Is that why my tits are always aching?  She didn’t have children so the thought that her breasts might be full of milk never crossed her mind.
 

Terrance had to force himself to detach from Deirdre’s left breast, his mouth created a loud popping sound as he let go of the suction grip, swallowing the last of her warm sweet milk. 

Her left breast suddenly exposed to the air-conditioned room, nipple distended in sweet agony as the warm mouth that was once covering it, set its sights on the right. 

While Deirdre was immensely enjoying this much needed breast play, she wanted Terrance to turn her over, push his hard dick between her pussy lips directly into her hot cunt and fuck her hard right there on the desk while her heavy, milk laden titties bounced back and forth.

Instead, he got up, grabbed Deirdre’s hand and instructed her to lay on the bed on her left side. He removed his shirt and trousers and folded them neatly but left on his boxer briefs. Deirdre’s eyes roamed his body with unbridled desire. His body was a smooth caramel brown and just slightly muscular. His erection pushed forth against his navy cotton underwear with determination.

Deirdre did as she was told and Terrance lay down next to her face to face, getting himself in an optimal position to give the appropriate attention to her right breast. Deirdre flung her right leg over his, in an effort to bring his hard dick against her body somehow.

Without haste, Terrance grabbed Deirdre’s right breast with both hands, opened his mouth and gave it a skilled squeeze, while massaging her milk ducts and squeezing the base of her nipple, causing milk to spray directly down his throat. He swallowed hungrily. This man knew what he was doing.

Deirdre winced a little at the mixture of pain from the forceful squeeze  and intense pleasure boiling up in her loins from his hot mouth. She was floating as she paid attention to the new sensation – tiny prickly pins and needles behind her areolas signaling that milk was continuing to let down. He gobbled her right titty, pulling at her nipple with the full force of his tongue and roof of his mouth. She look down at Terrance in awe of how much breast meat he could fit in his mouth.

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