Three months later, Joe had finished his photography editing and created two books for Sarah.

One of them was the standard hardcover coffee table book that he made for all his clients. It was filled with sensual but modest pictures, only showing the occasional nipple or breast, and only when presented in a soft, artistic way. Depending on the client’s comfort level, they might leave the book out in plain sight when open minded friends came over to visit. It was an elegant celebration of her pregnancy and natural beauty.

The other book was a one of a kind. Joe had never made one like this, but then again he had never had a client like Sarah. Joe had created a chapter for each of the locations they had been that day. Other than editing out the occasional picture due to focus or repetition, he had included almost every picture he had taken during their day together. Many of the pictures were printed full page, and Sarah’s most private parts were on full display in graphic detail. Joe had spent weeks editing the collection, and much of that time with his pants unzipped and stroking himself. Sarah had been much better than expected at flirting with the camera, projecting an air of naughty desires.

Overall the book was almost 2” thick, and to top it off he had managed to get it leather bound with a dark antique finish. The title on the spine was embossed and dusted with gold leaf, but whole book had been artistically treated to show wear and age in a way that made the writing illegible. The book had a strap hasp on the side for a padlock to secure it closed. From the outside it looked like an ancient book of illuminated manuscripts from the Middle Ages.

On the inside it looked like Penthouse and La Leche League had partnered on a fetish documentary.

Sarah walked into the office and greeted Joe with a big smile. She walked around the side of his desk, set down her bag, and gave him a big hug. She held him a little longer and a little closer than he expected, pressing all the curves of her body against him. Eventually Sarah relaxed her grip and leaned back against his desk and they talked for awhile.

Sarah had had her baby a few days after their photo shoot. Baby and mom we’re both doing well. Joe first showed her the small book and She loved it. She flipped thru it, reminiscing about the fun they had had that day. She admitted to being very nervous at first, but as the day had gone on she has grown more comfortable with Joe and expressing her sexuality to him. She said she couldn’t wait to surprise her husband with it.

“Thank you.” She said. “It’s perfect. That’s exactly what I wanted.” Sarah leaned forward and gave Joe a small kiss as a thank you. He wasn’t expecting it on the lips, but Sarah made it happen.

“You are very welcome. I’m glad you like it.” Joe took a deep breath, and then pointed to the old antique book on his desk. Sarah looked a little puzzled. She gently ran her fingers over the old leather cover, feeling the embossing and the worn edges. Joe handed her a small silver key. She took it from him, unlocked the small padlock on the side and opened the cover. Almost like a cartoon character, Sarah’s jaw dropped as she stared in amazement. She started flipping thru the pages. Her eyes were wide open, but the look of shock on her face slowly gave way to an approving smile.

“I guess I didn’t realize how erotic some of my actions were.” She admitted.

“I try to shoot some pictures that are sensual and artful. I also take some of a more raw nature just Incase that’s what is desired.”

The book was so thick that Sarah had to flip many pages at a time for fear of being there all day. There was lots of oohing and ahhing. Sarah found herself crossing and re-crossing her legs, trying to calm a growing warmth between her thighs. In the last chapter, the pictures showed her reclining in the living room chair, rubbing her clit with one hand and holding a breast with the other. She looked back at Joe with a devious smile.

“Your pictures didn’t quite catch everything that happened that day.” She teased him.

“The pictures are about you.” Joe defended himself. “ I’m not officially a part of the record. I just felt that after seeing all the work from that day I couldn’t give you just the book you had asked for. I wanted you to have record of that day that told the full story.”

Sarah was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. After a long pause, she said “There is only one way I can think of to thank you.” She slowly started to unbutton her shirt. Joe spread his legs slightly and adjusted his growing election.

“I’m producing more milk than my baby needs. Evenings and weekends my husband has his fill of al my extra, but when he is at work I’m able to pump a few extra bottles between nursing my little one.” Her shirt opened to reveal a bra with some small buckles at the tops of the cups. Even though it had been a few months, Joe was certain her breasts were larger than before. He just stared in awe. Sarah reached into her hand bag and pulled out a funnel shaped object which was connected by a thin tube to something still in her bag. Sarah screwed a small bottle on to the underside of a funnel. Sarah unhooked the left buckle of her bra and peeled the cup down, exposing her swollen breast. Her nipple was much larger than before, and her areola was darker too. She pressed the funnel to the center of her breast and flipped a switch in the bag. The rhythmic pumping sound started pulsing and her nippple started lurching forward into the clear tube at the end of the funnel. Her milk immediately started spraying out from multiple holes in the tip of her nipple, and dripping down into the bottle. Joe marveled at how both the pump and her body worked together to produce milk.

Sarah looked back at Joe and grinned.

“The pump works fairly well, but it’s not nearly as efficient or as comfortable as a well trained mouth.” She paused for a moment, “Do you remember what I taught you?”

Joe looked her and nodded obediently. While holding the pump to her left breast, Sarah used her other hand to unbuckle the right cup and peel it down, exposing her right breast, just inches away from Joe’s face. Sarah bra had reduced itself to a strappy looking harness, outlining and showcasing her motherly figure.

Sarah cupped her hand under her breast and gently lifted it, silently offering it forward. Joe knew exactly what was expected of him. He leaned forward in his seat, opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips as wide as he could around her whole areola. Her skin was warm and soft, although he could feel a firmness atesting to just how much milk was waiting to be released. He swirled his tongue around her thick, engorged nipple, feeling all the bumps around her areola. He sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could and started pressing his tongue up, squeezing her nipple against the roof of his mouth. From the very first squeeze a flood of sweet warm milk gushed to the back of his throat. Joe quickly settled into a suckle and swallowing rhythm that matched the pulsing of the breast pump. Out of the corner of his eye, Joe could see her other nipple thrusting in and out of the clear tube at the end of the funnel, the streams of milk shooting forward, and the trails of creamy liquid running down into the bottle below. The repeated expressing of milk was mesmerizing, almost robotic, and compelled him to keep pace. It was both an honor to be able to share this moment with such an amazing woman, and at the same time he knew he was being used in the same way a mechanical device was, to extract her excess milk and provide her some temporary relief. A mixture subservient desires and a raging hard-on kept him latched and feeding. Sarah let out a long sigh of relief as the pump changed speeds, and both breasts slowed down into long, deep cycles of let down.

After about five minutes the bottle was full and Sarah turned off the pump. She removed the funnel from her breast and disconnected the bottle. Joe gave a last suckle, licked up a few straggling drops, and looked up at Sarah. She turned slightly so that joe could also lick the last drops from her other breast, and then from the rim if the funnel. The device had left a couple of faint rings pressed into her skin, but they quickly faded. Her swollen nipples took a little longer to settle down.

“Thank you.” Sarah said. “Your mouth feels so much better that this plastic thing.” She coiled up the vacuum hose and put the pieces back in her bag. She turned back to Joe and smiled, her recently drained breasts relaxing freely in her still unbuckled nursing bra.

“I know it’s not much, but I’d like to leave this for you.” She handed Joe the freshly pumped bottle of milk. “You can put a splash in your morning coffee, or maybe make a White Russian.” She said with a slight laugh.

The bottle was warm to the touch, and it was all Joe could do to not raise it to his lips right then.

“Thank you. I assure you I will enjoy every drop.”

Sarah slowly pulled the cups of her bra out and up, clipping the little buckles closed. She buttoned her shirt closed and offered Joe one last hug before picking up her two books and walking towards the door.

“Will you want the bottle back?” Joe asked.

“I have plenty of them at home”. Sarah said. Then she added “But maybe I’ll stop by some time and pick it up.” She winked at Joe and walked out the door.

The end