Their walk home was quiet. Sarah had turned a little shy after leaking milk in public. They were coming to the end of the day and Joe had no idea what to expect from Sarah. She had been growing progressively frisky all day, and her unpredictable nature had kept Joe on his toes at every turn. On one hand he knew he should keep the situation completely professional. But his business model depended on referrals from happy clients, and Sarah’s idea of happy could easily cross the line.

When they reached her house, Sarah lead Joe to the living room.

“I'm going to change into something a little dryer. I'll be right back.“ Sarah disappeared to her bedroom leaving Joe alone. He sat on the sofa and nervously pondered his options. If he had learned one thing about Sarah today it was that she was unpredictable.

When Sarah returned she was wearing one of her husband’s white dress shirts. The sleeves were partly rolled up and one button struggled to keep it closed above her round tummy. She sat down in a dark leather overstuffed chair. She gave Joe a sneaky, devious smile, then leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

Joe picked up his camera and began shooting. He moved around the room catching Sarah from a variety of angles. At first it looked like she was resting or sleeping, but Joe soon noticed her hands were sliding down below her tummy, her fingers meeting and running thru her small patch of public hair. Joe moved to be in front of her and zoomed in closer. Each time Sarah slid her fingers down she opened her legs a little wider. Her fingers now passed below her hair and started parting the folds of her smooth labia. She traced them up and down, along either side of her clit. She reached down one knuckle deep into her vagina and withdrew a glistening finger tip. She slid it up and around her clit, leaving a stringy trail of juice up one side and down the other. After a few more trips to the well she settled in on a repeated motion of circles around her clit. She pushed her smooth skin side to side exposing every hidden fold and valley. She pulled up gently on her clit hood, causing her clitoris to stand out forward until eventually the slick skin slipped back under her finger and enveloped her swollen clit. The light in the room glistened off each wet fold, giving Joe beautiful highlights to capture. His cock was swelling and twitching again, trying to straighten out in hopes of attention. Joe adjusted himself as he knelt in front of Sarah for some closeups.

Sarah’s breathing and occasional moans made it clear to Joe that this was more than just a casual teasing. Sarah was clearly focused on her own pleasure, and not shy about sharing it.

After a few minutes she ran one hand back up thru her tuft of pubes. She gripped them and pulled them out a little bit, sucking air in between her teeth as a pleasurable sting of pulled hair crept across her sensitive skin.

Sarah’s legs were now spread about as far as they could go, and Joe was on his knees in front of her, his camera lens just inches from her glistening vulva. The entrance to her vagina was parting open slightly, exposing her wet, pink flesh inside. A few drops of translucent white pussy juice were oozing out of her hidden depths, and starting to run down towards her ass. It took all of Joe’s willpower to resist reaching out, wiping up the drips with his finger, and tasting her warm cum.

Sarah undid the one button on her shirt, letting it fall open and exposing both of her full, swollen breasts. With her fingers fanned open she brushed her left nipple, causing the erect nub to flutter from finger to finger.

Joe was enjoying the view from below. He shifted the camera from Sarah’s labia massage, and and tried to capture the round orbs resting on her full tummy.

Without warning, the excited nipple sprang a leak and shot a stream of white milk directly at Joe’s camera. It startled him slightly, although the fact it had happened was not surprising at all. He set down his camera and was about to reach for a lens cloth when Sarah opened her eyes and saw what had happened.

“I’m sorry.” She said in barely more than a whisper. She stopped strumming her nipple and pinched it between her finger and thumb to stop the spray.

“To keep my milk supply going when my husband is away I usually pump 3 or 4 times a day. We’ve been so busy today I haven’t even pumped once.” She looked down at her breasts. “They are getting very full.”

“It’s not a problem.” Joe reassured her. “I really don’t mind. It's all a part of your natural beauty.”

Sarah looked at him a moment, holding her her milk ducts closed with one hand, still swirling her clit with the other.

“Could I ask a favor of you?” She said looking slightly embarrassed.

“Sure. Anything.” Joe replied is his most comforting voice.

Sarah slowly removed the pinch from her nipple and gestured with her finger for Joe to come closer. The nipple resumed its leak with a steady dripping, forming a trail leading down her round tummy.

“Please take my milk.” She whispered.

Joe couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it has happened, but he now knew for certain he had crossed the line of professionalism, and clearly was in the personal, sexual grip of a very naughty client.

Joe brought his face closer to Sarah’s breast, so close that her beckoning finger now grazed the underside of his chin. He paused briefly, adjusting his knees.

“Rest your arms on my legs.” Sarah offered.

Joe did as requested. He crawled forward on his knees, between her widely spread legs. He rested his forearms across her thighs, his hands landing on either side of her stomach. He pressed his palms against her warm skin, holding her sides. And looked up at her.

Sarah led Joe’s chin with her finger the last couple inches. Then, with her fingers below and her thumb above, she squeezed her breast and pushed it forward into Joe’s waiting mouth. His lips closed around her firm nipple, drawing her soft flesh into him. The warm sweetness of her milk crept across his tongue, coating his mouth, and heading towards the back of his throat. In a final conceit to his own desires, Joe swallowed her milk and started to suckle for more.

After 3 or 4 swallows Sarah let out a long sigh of relief. Joe opened his eyes and looked up into Sarah’s gaze.

“You don’t do this very often, do you.” Sarah asked in a way that showed she already knew the answer.

Joe nodded his head side to side ever so slightly, not losing contact with her nipple.

“Alright, give this a try,” she explained. “Instead of sucking on my nipple like a straw, open your mouth wider and suck in my nipple, areola, and as much of my breast as you can, as deep into your mouth as you can.”

Joe slowly, but obediently, followed her instructions. It felt amazing to have so much of her body inside of him. It also increased the submissive feelings he was having, working for her, serving her needs.

“Good,” she moaned. “Now, with my nippple as far back as possible, almost in your throat, press up with you tongue, squeezing my breast against the roof of your mouth, and pull it back, forcing my milk out of the tip.”

Joe did exactly as he was told, and almost choked on the heavy flow of milk that ran straight down his throat. He regained his composure and tried it again. The suckling and swallowing pattern evolved into a sort of bucking rhythm, with his head slightly bobbing up and down. Joe’s face was pressed up against her breast, and Joe had to time his breathing to fit around both the swallows of milk and when his nostrils were not sealed against her smooth breast.

Sarah once again closed her eyes and sighed. It felt so good to have her milk let down, and she enjoyed knowing it was flowing into a hungry mouth. She slowly rubbed her fingers around her vulva, making circles that pushed her labia left and right, pressing down on her clit, and then letting it slowly pop back up again. She had been looking forward to this moment all day.

Kneeling in front of Sarah, Joe continued to drink from her right breast. He was hugging her stomach, squeezing her arms between her tummy and his chest. He could feel her arms wiggling, and knew she was rubbing herself. Her strokes were slow and steady, and Joe could tell she was working on a slow build-up.

Joe was getting better at not choking on the warm spurts of milk. He was getting good at drawing her milk out while having a tremendous amount of her breast filling his mouth. The two of them settled into a rhythm of suckling and rubbing in unison.

After a few minutes Joe realized the flow of milk was reducing. Where he used to feel the volume of the fluid in his throat, now he was just sensing the warmth and the taste. He slid his hands up Sarah’s sides and brought both his hands to her right breast. He wrapped his fingers around, gave it a gentle squeeze, and pulled it towards his face. This brought a little more milk, but after a few more pulls it was not adding to the flow. Joe slowly pulled his mouth away from her breast, closing his lips around her nipple and sucking all the last remaining drops from her skin.

Sarah moaned in approval of the suckling dismount applied to her nipple.

Joe was amazed at the shape of her nipple and areola. It was all swollen into almost a blunt pointed cone. He watched as it relaxed and subsided to a simple plumpness. Joe then rested her soft, emptied breast onto her tummy and released his hands. Sarah’s eyes were still closed so Joe decided it was his responsibility to move on to the left one. He moved his hands and wrapped his fingers around Sarah’s left breast, lifting it slightly off her tummy. He was amazed at how firm and heavy it was compared to the other he had just finished. Joe gently squeezed her breast as he had seen her do to better fit in his open mouth. The firmness of her full breast made it difficult to pull deep inside. He started working his tongue and suckling as best he could. At first there were just a few drops, but over time Sarah’s breast softened and the flow of milk increased. Eventually Joe was able to pull more of her into him, and get her nipple way back in his mouth. He resumed his suckling and pulling rythum, swallowing her warm sweet milk, and returned his hands to her waist.

Sarah let out a long sigh of appreciation. Joe was looking up at her, but she didn’t open her eyes. She just maintained her steady rubbing motion between her legs.

After a minute or so Sarah’s milk flow reached its peak, and Joe began swallowing on each suckle. Sarah let out a long, low “Oooooohh. Yeeeesssss.” She withdrew her left arm and placed her hand on the back of Joe’s head, holding him in place.

Joe had learned over the years that when a woman gets close to orgasm they don’t want change. They want you to continue the same steady action until they cum. Joe maintained his suckling and swallowing, trying to keep Sarah on her path to pleasure. He enjoyed the added pressure of Sarah’s hand cradling the back of his head, pressing his face into her flesh.

Sarah’s muscles started to tense. Her clit rubbing grew faster and she clutched Joe’s head hard against her breast. At times he couldn’t breathe because his nose was pushed into her soft tit.

Sarah froze for a couple seconded and let out a loud guttural moan as her hips started bucking and rolling. Joe concentrated on his job and kept working her left breast with a steady rhythm. Sarah’s orgasm lasted quite a while, with the waves running up and down her whole body. Eventually the orgasm subsided and she relaxed. She kept her hand on Joe’s head letting him know he should keep drinking. Sarah’s breath calmed and she opened her eyes. She looked down at joe and smiled. She moved her fingers and gently played with his hair as he continued to suckle. Without talking about it out loud, they both enjoyed the fact that her milk was nourishing him. Forever more there would always be a small part of her inside him.