..........seated, spread eagle, long arms stretched
over the back of the couch, knees wide, cock veiny and thick,
exposed, pulsing, shaved balls, skin smooth and tight,
straining...........

I stand in front of you, nude except for 3 inch heels making
me tower at about 6'4", nearly as tall as you.
Breasts heavy, my large nipples hard and aching, as I run
my hands over them, down my belly and around my full hips.
Images of Namio drawings filling my head as I look down at
you prone and vulnerable. In my hand I hold the length of
pink mason's string I had sent you to purchase several
days ago at the hardware. Straightening the length, I tell
you that I am pleased you bought the right thing. As I inquire,
you describe for me the thrill of purchasing it, of having
to ask the salesman specifically for the pink as you try
to explain some lame reason why the orange just wouldn't
do. You continue on about how you cut the required length
and then carried it in your pocket for over a week, transferring
it daily from one stuffy boring vanilla pair of Dockers
to the next. Of how you fingered it in that pocket dozens
of times each day thinking of me, of how it would be used to
please me........

Finally, you watch as I double the string, bending to loop
the lark's head around my balls, sliding the ends through
and tugging firmly. You wince slightly but make no sound.
I reach up, shoving your head back to rest on the back of the
couch, "Shut your eyes and don't move boy."
I tug tighter again and proceed to wrap and bind my balls
and then halfway up my cock, spider webbing as I criss cross
over the shaft firmly. Leaning back on my heels I watch the
color already begin to shift on your skin under the bindings.
A thick bead of precum forms. Arranging myself with my breasts
around one of your knees, I begin to tap and then slap the
tender pink balls. Your head rolls to the left, but you don't
otherwise pull away or make a sound as you wince in silence.
I smack harder, "I told you to hold still!" You
freeze as I rock my breasts against your leg with each smack
to my cock and balls. Precum oozing freely as I finally stop,
swipe it off with the flick of a finger, lean up to paint your
lips with it, and then straddle you on my knees. My feet hooked
back at your knees holding you wide, belly pressed against
your chest, my breasts right at your face, bare wet pussy
hovering inchs above my nicely packaged cock and balls.
Your hands start to instinctively curve up to hold my ass,
"Don't you dare touch me." Immediately
you put them back down. "We're gonna work some
more on that inducing lactation you are so fascinated with.
Start with the left and don't you dare let go, no matter
what, until I tell you to." Rutting like a pig, your
mouth pushes and seeks out my large nipple, pulling it into
your warm mouth as you inhale deeply...............

He greets me in his empty office, late afternoon on a Friday,
with a smile and an eagerness in his eyes that immediately
raises my heart rate. I go to him for a hug, craving the warmth
and energy of his size, and inhale deeply as we embrace.
He asks what I have been up to, "Just having some ice
cream on the way over, " I reply. Adding, "And
it wasn't vanilla, you know it's good to try new
things." Joking with him knowing that outside of
our time together he's a creature of habit and routine.
He chuckles, "Yes, so I have been told. So what flavor
was it?" "It would be more fun for you to taste
me to find out instead of just telling you." Without
hesitation he leans down and tastes me deeply, pauses and
seeks more. Finally pulling away he looks at me intently
and then chuckles again, "I have no idea." Laughing
back at him, "You lose, it was mint chocolate chip.
Now get your clothes off, " I instruct as I shut the
door.

Placing a small pink bag of "goodies" on his
desk, I take a seat on his couch and watch him strip. Pleased
by his masculiness and even more so by his immediate action
to my order. He eyes the bag, well aware of the many dildoes,
ropes, vibes, lubes, plugs, pins and laces that I have pulled
from it in past visits. He stands naked and proud before
me as I let him know that today I feel the need for some disclosure.
I tell him to close his eyes and stroke my cock for me. He instinctively
stands just close enough before me for me to reach him by
stretching out my long right leg. I slip the toe of my black
pump under my full balls and bounce them as he begins to stroke
slowly for me, already hard and thick. I ask him to tell me
about the first pussy he ever ate. Who, when, where? As he
remembers back over 25 years ago and begins to share I slip
my shoe off and run my stockinged foot up and down his long
legs and up to my balls and that wonderful cock he is priming
for me. He talks about the eager teenaged girl who first
let him taste her in the back of a car, and his stroking quickens
slightly at the memory. I ask a few questions as my foot continues
to toy with him, and then I ask him to tell me about the last
pussy he ate. He pauses and smiles, "You're looking
at her, Ma'am. Yours is the pussy I crave."

"Stop stroking, " I stand, still fully dressed
and lead him to a wall positioning him as if the be frisked.
Running my hand slowly over his back and ass, surprising
him with a few well placed smacks on each cheek. Hearing
him moan softly, exhaling, and feeling him begin to relax.
"I have a little game for you today boy. I read an interesting
thing. Did you know that the average human has 46 miles of
nerve endings?" "No, Mistress, I didn't."
"Guess for me. Where is the highest concentration
of nerves, the most sensitive area?" "The neck,
Ma'am?" "No, " I respond as I continue
to stroke and caress him. "The ass?" "Close, "
I reply, "just above the ass, lower back, right here, "
scratching circles on the spot as his hips tilt in response.
"I want to experiment. I think maybe there are other
areas of high concentration. You have a scale of one to ten.
One is not sensitive at all and ten the most intensely sensitive.
I'll be testing with both hands and mouth, as a variable.
Understand, boy?" "Oh yes Ma'am, "
he replies. "Good, let's begin..................

The last thirteen days had been intense.  Blended moments of bliss and ache leading up to today – full production.  The three of us focused on a single purpose, never wavering in commitment or devotion.  Thirteen days of love and longing fulfilled.  I was ecstatic.  But let me start at the beginning………..

We sat down together and worked out a schedule for the next two weeks, four sessions per day including overnights.  Early morning session #1 each day before any of us went to work.  Session #2 at lunch time.  Session #3 each late afternoon, and Session #4 each night at bedtime continuing into overnight.  Tony and Keith were working with me and not against each other with out jealousy or selfishness to that ALL of us might benefit.  We measured my breasts at their fullest point and smiled with the knowledge that that number would literally swell.  I sent both of them home without another word or touch and went to bed to journal and read and think and plan until I finally drifted off to sleep with an emptiness inside that I hoped would soon be filled. 

Promptly at 6:45 a.m. the next morning I felt Keith’s weight as he slipped nude, into my bed.  “Good morning, Mistress.  I’ve been up since 4:30 a.m. so eager to come over and begin and fearful of oversleeping.”  His hands found my breasts cupping and massaging as he nuzzled my neck and ears.  Softly waking my mind and body, and then licking and nibbling my left nipple into a firm long nub – perfect for him to grab with his teeth.  I smiled to myself as he took my left breast.  He was such a good sub, knowing my left nipple is much more sensitive then my right.  He inhaled and latched on taking my breast deep into his mouth.  He was holding me and suckling me with firm pressure, finding a rhythm until my breathing matched his own.  His nose pressed against my breast, his face buried in my softness.  Endorphins flooded my system as I relaxed into him – his limbs entwined with mine – as if he was sucking my entire full body into his own.  Glancing as the clock I whispered to him, “My Love, it’s time to switch, it’s been fifteen minutes.”  His cock was hard against my thighs, hot and insistent.  The smell of my wet pussy encircled us.  I felt him shift as we rolled together and he softly kissed me before sliding down and taking the right nipple in teasingly and then again latching on.  After about ten minutes he slipped his hands down over my mons – waiting and hoping.  I adjusted my hips and opened them slightly.  “Yes,” I murmured, “touch me, make your Mistress cum.”  His fingers slide between my damp lips and found my slippery clit peaking out.  The feel of my arousal pushed him to suckle deeper and as he stroked me and mouthed me I came in a flood of juices and tears.  He let go, laying back and panting, as his hard cock bobbed in the air.  I licked the leaking tip and told him to have a good day as I went to get in the shower and he began to dress to leave.  I stood under the warm water as it washed over my breasts in a torrent.  All I could think about was Tony meeting me in a few hours for his session at noon………

I walked into Tony’s office at 12:10 p.m.  He had lunch laid out on his work table as he had been instructed and he immediately fell to his knees beside the loveseat next to the table.  I locked the door and began to unbutton my blouse as I walked to him.  Reclining back on the seat with a sandwich in my hand he opened my blouse and gazed at my breasts.  Unhooking my bra he gathered my breasts as they fell free and began licking each one in turn; taking the left nipple in quickly and deeply and hard in a sucking inhalation that took my breath away.  I arched against him and gasped in sweet agony forgetting everything but the feel and smell of him.  I feared he might suck so hard that he turn me inside out, and I came again with only his hand pressed against my cunt through my skirt.  After nearly forty minutes I forced him to stop and held him in my arms as we both regained our breathing.  I kissed him lightly and took my lunch back to my office.  My breasts were sore and tender and I could not remember the last time I had felt such joy……..

As I pulled into my driveway at 5:30 p.m. I found Tony’s truck there ahead of me.  He was waiting inside nude in my bed, as instructed.  As I walked in he arose and slowly undressed me.  He carefully attended to my body, worshipping each inch before I leaned up against the head board and propped a pillow under his head and cradled him in my lap.  He sucked me with fervor and devotion, tears sliding down his handsome face as my dry breasts filled his mouth.  I whispered to him endearments and promised him that soon enough he would feed from me……….

By 10:40 p.m. Tony was long gone back to his own house and Keith had arrived to stay the night.   After removing his clothes I had him drape himself over my knees for a delicious session of spanking.  His ass burning and red as he dry nursed for Session #4 of the day.  We both feel asleep with him at my breast.  Alternating through the night as we sleep and then continued to rejoin time and again with his mouth upon me.  The alarm sounded at 6:30 a.m. and I stroked Tony in my hand as he primed my breasts for over thirty more minutes.  He released his own milk finally upon permission, but I remained dry.  We got up and began our day.  I was sore but felt so fulfilled and hopeful.  My heart was overflowing even if my breasts still were not. 

So it continued, as each Session, four times a day was covered in a constant succession by Tony and Keith.  I never worried or wondered as I knew they would make sure one or the other was free to attend to me.  My breasts changed noticeably by day six.  I was releasing small sprays by day eight, and these sprays and drops continued in increasing frequency and volume through day twelve.  By day thirteen, with no medications or herbs or pumping or device, I was in full flow production for both men.  My breasts were two cups larger.  Milk constantly letting down and regenerating as I suckled each man in turn.  It was nirvana for us all…………….

To be continued………………………