Medical Milkmaid (Lactation fantasy, milky breasts, lactation stories, medical bdsm, medical play, medical erotica) Read online

She stretched out on the bed with an apprehensive look. “What are you going to do?”

  “We’ve found sucking to be the best way to loosen those ligaments binding the nipple down. And then it’s reinforced by the pumping.” He kneeled down and leaned over her breast, breath hot on her nipple. “Unfortunately, there’s no other way to mimic a baby. We’ve found the human body is smart and doesn’t respond unless someone is actually suckling.”

  He closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked. Unlike the times she’d made love, this was a hard suction that verged on being uncomfortable. Releasing her, he said, “You were informed that you’ll be masturbated as well?”

  At her nod, his hand crept between her legs. “I like to multi-task.” Then he was on her breast again, lips sealed around her areola, sucking her nipple while his finger plucked at her core, teasing moisture from its depths.

  It didn’t take long for her to orgasm. She came with a guttural moan, gasping for air as the pleasure swept through her.

  “Very good, Miss Edwards.” Dr. Micheals released her breasts. “You’ll want to pump now for about twenty minutes.”

  He showed her how the pump worked and stayed to supervise her first session, watching her with those handsome blue eyes of his. Jenna flushed at the idea of being attracted to Dr. Micheals, especially in such odd circumstances, however, she couldn’t deny that she felt drawn to him. She didn’t dwell on it though as the pump was an unpleasant distraction. Her breasts were already sensitive and the pump was just adding insult to injury. The machine jerked her nipples in a rough milking rhythm, stretching them to the point of pain. She couldn’t decide which was worse, when the skin was pulled tight or when it snapped back. Either way, she had a hard time imagining doing this every four hours.

  Dr. Micheals must’ve sensed her discomfort as he said, “You’ll get used to it.”

  “Thank you Doctor. I appreciate everything you’ve done.” She blushed as she spoke.

  “Not too much of a chore when the girls are as pretty as you, my dear.” He winked at her and then headed for the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Try to get some sleep.”

  ***

  The next session with Dr. Micheals was much the same, he sucked her breasts and teased her clit with expert fingers until she came, hips bucking, heels kicking the bed. However, he was not pleased with her progress.

  Lifting a breast, he inspected her closely. “Your nipples are still pretty retracted. We might need to do more than just suckle.”

  Recalling Dr. Walkers ‘sucking, clamping, smacking’ comment, Jenna cringed.

  Fishing in his pocket, Dr. Micheals pulled out a small pair of rings. “Let’s try some nipple rings first and see how you do with those.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  He shook his head. “No, although we’ve over-stimulated your skin to the point where the rings might be annoying.” He gently smacked her breasts, ignoring Jenna’s soft protests, until her nipples jutted out in aching points. Slipping the rings over each nipple, he tightened them so they would stay on and then stood back, to inspect his handiwork. “There, that should do it. How do they feel?”

  Jenna wiggled her shoulders experimentally, relieved when there was no pain. “Fine, I guess. How do they work?”

  “They’ll keep your nipples erect until your ligaments loosen from the treatment.”

  “Doctor, can I ask a question?”

  “Sure.”

  “How will I know if my milk is in?”

  “It happens in stages. First your breasts will grow larger, heavier. The nipples will become even more sensitive and then finally you’ll start producing milk for the pump.”

  “And how long will it take for my nipples to be right?” She looked down at her breasts as she spoke. The silver rings gleamed in the dim light of the room and did a good job of keeping her nipples prominent and erect.

  He reached out and caressed her sensitive tips with a light touch, smiling when her breathing hitched. “It’s a gradual process. Everyone’s different. But we expect to see some improvement every day. If not, we’ll have to implement different protocols.”

  She swallowed. “You mean clamping?”

  He nodded. “I won’t lie, it’s not pleasant although we’ve found that orgasms make it more tolerable.”

  Jenna frowned, trying to reconcile the idea of feeling pleasure through pain. “I don’t know if I could come.”

  That made him chuckle. “You come easier than any girl I’ve ever worked with. I think you would be surprised at how much pain you can take if the proper incentives are in place.”

  “I guess you would know, you’re the doctor.” She smiled nervously, still terrified at the idea of clamps.

  He cupped her cheek in his hand. “I would probably spank your breasts first and then clamp if that didn’t work.”

  She bit her lip and stared at him with wide eyes. Spanking didn’t sound like an improvement to her.

  “Don’t worry, I know how to make it feel really good.” His hands were back on her breasts again, tracing the outline of her ripening roundness and flicking intermittently over the nipples. Jenna’s knees went weak at his touch and her legs spread involuntarily, opening for him. “Some girls even orgasm and you are so responsive already, I bet you’d come more than once.” His fingers went between her legs again and he extracted one more release from her before he left the room.

  Alone, Jenna laid back on the bed, basking in a blissful lethargy. Her body buzzed with satisfaction and sleep threatened to claim her. She looked at her breasts which seemed to swell larger before her eyes and tried to picture spanking and clamping, but she couldn’t, her imagination failed her. It did however, remind her of what would happen if she didn’t comply with the study’s requirements. She needed the money and she would have to do whatever it took to earn it. I can do this, she thought. I have to do this.

  ***

  The next session with Dr. Micheals, Jenna couldn’t come. He touched her, varying the intensity from very light to very hard and nothing. The failure brought Jenna to the point of tears. She wanted to come, craved the release even, but pleasure stayed just out of reach no matter what they did.

  “You’re becoming unresponsive.” At her stricken look, he hastened to reassure her, “It happens. We have workarounds in place. If you would go stand up against the wall there.” He indicated a spot that had two metal hooks jutting out of the wall.

  Jenna stood between the hooks and gave an ‘eep’ of panic when he wound some rope around her hands and fastened them to the hooks. “I just don’t want you making any sudden moves.” He put the pump over her nipples, securing it in place with a large ace bandage that he wrapped around her torso. “This will keep the things in place for us. And this,” he rummaged through a cupboard in the room and brandished an impossibly large vibrator, “will make you come in no time. Spread your legs.”

  “Is that going to fit?” Her voice was a little breathless at the prospect of something that long and wide filling her up. The black vibrator was thick as her wrist. She both wanted the pleasure it promised and feared its extra large size.

  “I’ll make it fit.” He gave a wicked grin and set the head at the entrance to her pussy, which was already slick with her juices. With a strong, smooth movement, he thrust it inside her. Jenna made a small ‘oof’ sound as she was filled almost beyond capacity. The vibrator felt just as enormous as it looked, stretching her pussy to its limit.

  When there was no vibration, she became disappointed. “Is that it?”

  “You’re eager, aren’t you?” Doctor Micheals ran a hand over her stomach, tickling until she squirmed. “I just need to start the pump first and then I’ll masturbate you out of your mind.”

  She smiled and licked her lips in anticipation. If anyone had said she would not only sign up to do a medical study, but enjoy it, she would have thought them mad. Truth be told, she liked having the handsome Dr. Micheals at her vagina’s service. Yes, the breast pumping was uncomf
ortable, but mostly it kept her primed for the next orgasm. There was something to be said for a certain amount of erotic pain, she decided, although she still wasn’t sure about the clamping and spanking they’d discussed. When she thought of the study ending, a sense of panic overtook her. What would she do? Buy a breast pump and use it in her dorm room? That didn’t seem to be a solution.

  Jenna cast an eye at Dr. Micheals who was busy untangling the tubing on the breast pump. Was he single? If so....would he maybe be interested in her? She had no reason to think he saw her as anything other than a test subject, but surely she could change his perception, if she worked at it. She knew her way around boys, being attractive enough to capture their attention without much effort. Perhaps she could do the same with Dr. Micheals and be milked forever by her own personal doctor boyfriend. The idea sent a pre-orgasmic quiver through her.

  Dr. Micheals flipped the power switch on the pump and watched for a long moment as her sensitive tips snapped in and out with the pressure. “No milk yet. Let’s see if Big Black helps.”

  “Big black?” She looked at him confused. The pump was already working its magic, holding her breasts on the edge of pain and pleasure. She found herself involuntarily arching into the pump, trying to chase the more pleasant component of the sensations it elicited.

  “Your vibrator. It’s big, it’s black...”

  “Big Black. That makes sense,” she trailed off with a gasp as the vibrator sprang to life inside her. The whirring vibration stirred her core and her body responded with spasms of pleasure. He increased the speed and all she could do was moan. Her pussy was full and the pump was merciless. Her body tingled with sensation and her breathing hitched as an orgasm swept through her.

  “That’s it?” Dr. Micheals looked at her, his expression doubtful. “That was a tiny one.”

  She shrugged, trying not to let disappointment at her poor showing flood her. “Maybe my body is tired?”

  He shook his head. “Let’s see what we can do to improve things.” He adjusted the vibrator making it tremble within her even faster. Even though she’d just come, her body responded, shuddering around the length of the vibrator. “Brace yourself,” the doctor said and then he smacked her pussy with an open hand.

  “Oh my God,” Jenna said as the sting traveled to her core. “Do it again.” She spread her legs even wider and he obliged her with several spanks that smashed into her pussy lips, pushing them up into her pubic bone. The sensation was electric and telegraphed pleasure all over her body. Her hips bucked and her legs shook as a monster orgasm overtook her. If it hadn’t been for the hooks holding her upright, she would’ve fallen to the floor in a boneless lump.

  When he released her, she almost collapsed both from exhaustion and pleasure overload. He caught her and helped her sit on the bed. The close proximity gave her ample opportunity to feel the bulge of his erection. He’s as turned on by all this as I am, she thought with a smile.

  “How many girls do you have?” She asked.

  “Six right now.”

  “That’s a lot. How do you do it?”

  “Do what?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Do what you do without like, you know, losing your mind.” She looked pointedly at his crotch.

  “It’s my job.” He gave her a guarded look, clearly uncomfortable with the direction of their conversation.

  “And you don’t get any relief?”

  He stepped back.“I’m not sure this is an appropriate conversation.”

  She snorted. “After everything you’ve done to me?” She slipped to her knees in front of him and reached for his belt buckle. “How about I help a poor, overworked doctor out?”

  Emboldened by his lack of protest, she removed his belt and unfastened his pants. His cock sprang out with an eager bob. Parting her lips, she slid the velvet hardness of his cock into her mouth. God, how she wished he was between her legs, but it was probably too soon for that. He wasn’t as large as Big Black but he was not small either and would fill her up nicely. Next time, Jenna promised herself.

  She looked up and locked eyes with his as she swirled her tongue around his shaft and then the knob. Sealing her lips around him, she took him as deep as she could until his cock head bumped the back of her throat.

  Dr. Micheals groaned and fisted his hands in her hair. He pumped her mouth, slamming in and out with such force she was left struggling to breathe. Before she could protest or help him settle into a rhythm, he shot thick streams of cum down her throat. She swallowed hard and when he was done, licked him clean.

  “That was fast. Should I tie you to the wall and start smacking your balls around?” she teased.

  He chuckled as he pulled up his underwear and pants. “Keep talking like that and you’ll be back up on the wall with two big blacks stuffed in you.”

  “Two?” She looked at him puzzled.

  He found her confusion amusing and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “One in your pussy and one stuffed up your ass.”

  She gasped in horror. “That sounds awful.” No man had ever touched her asshole and she didn’t plan on starting now.

  “You would be surprised how good awful can feel. You never thought you’d be here did you?” He sat next to her on the bed and put an arm around her.

  “No, never.”

  “Or like it?”

  She frowned and snuggled closer to him.“No. I was scared at first, but this has been a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”

  “Maybe you’ll find out there’s a lot more to your ass than just pooping.”

  “Or not.” She gave him an arch look.

  He shrugged. “Have it your way.” He flashed an evil grin. “For now.”

  She swallowed and took a deep breath as he ran a finger down the curve of her lower back to wiggle between her ass cheeks. He kissed her then, tongue sweeping into her mouth and conquering hers. She moaned and leaned into him, melting. He had such an effect on her, that she didn’t care that his finger was already at the entrance to her ass. With just his touch alone, her will gave way to his. In the back of her mind, she realized she would probably do anything he asked.

  He pulled away from her after a moment, a glum expression on his face.“The thing is, I like you too much.”

  “Is that bad?” she asked, concerned.

  “It’s not good.” He kissed her again, nibbling on her lower lip as he did so. “But I’m not sure I care about being good with you.”

  She blushed. “Same here. I swear, you could talk me into anything.”

  “That is a tempting thought.” He put his arm around her again, pulling her close. Putting a finger to his lips, he said, “This is our little secret, yes? You can tell no one or we’ll both be in trouble.”

  She nodded and held up her hand as if taking a vow. “Mum’s the word.”

  ***

  At their next session, Dr. Micheals--she still thought of him by his title even though he’d told her his first name was Mark-- hooked her up to the pump and frowned.“I think your milk just came in.”

  “I thought so, my breasts have been aching and feel heavy.” They’d noticeably increased in size again and there was a background buzzing sensation in her body as it worked hard to make milk. Jenna had felt feverish for most of the night and hadn’t been able to sleep. Her nipples had also become so sensitive that just air moving over her body was too much.

  He removed the pump and hefted each globe in turn, thumb grazing the nipple until her breathing stuttered “Ah, there it is.”

  She looked down to see a drop of milk glistening from the tip of each nipple. Something inside her released under his touch and suddenly she was squirting milk. Dr. Micheals jumped back in surprise. “Whoa!”

  “I’m so sorry.” Embarrassment flamed through her.

  “No worries.” He approached her from the side, out of direct range. “You’ve just got a lot of milk. When was the last time you pumped?”

  “I was just about to do another session.” Sh
e grabbed the bath towel she’d found in the nightstand drawer and dabbed her breasts, but no matter what she did, more milk dribbled out.

  “Here, let me help you.” Kneeling down he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked while using one hand to squeeze the breast in a rhythmic motion. His other hand snaked its way between her legs, nudging them apart to massage her clit, which had seemed to increase in size and sensitivity along with her breasts.

  The let down of milk was a palpable sensation of release. Her other breast, engorged and aching shot out milk in a continuous stream. Dr. Micheals quickly moved to suckle it and relieve the pressure, but that just meant that her other breast shot out milk instead. He smashed her breasts up and together, until her nipples almost touched, and squeezed them until milk streamed directly into his mouth.

  Jenna’s moaned, her hips moved in small circles, grinding against the bed. Even though his hand was no longer stroking her clit, the way he touched her milky breasts was such a turn-on her response was on auto-pilot. How she wished Big Black was buried deep inside her. Her body pulsated with a growing climax that rippled out from her belly down to her clit and up to her nipples. Every squeeze of her tender breasts or insistent suck on her nipple made it stronger until it rolled through her like thunder. She threw her head back as she came, a hoarse cry on her lips.

  “Oh my God,” she said when she could think again. “I’ve never come like that before.”

  The doctor nodded. “We’ve found that orgasms from nipple stimulation alone are pretty intense.” He handed her the breast pump. “Now you need to pump for twenty minutes.”

  “Still?” Reluctantly she put the plastic cones over her breasts. Her body was so sated, so fulfilled that the last thing she wanted was more stimulation.

  “Yes. We need to analyze your breast milk and see what its stem cell count is.” He flipped the switch. “And then you go to the milking room.”

  “The milking room?” She gasped as the pump tugged the milk from her with short, violent strokes. “What’s that?”

  “Once your milk comes in, you move on to the next phase. We milk you for several days and run lots of tests.” His hand drifted back to her pussy and she spread her legs wide, eager for his touch. “I’ll miss you.”