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Lactogenesis XXIX: The First Client part 2
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LACTOGENESIS XXIX: THE FIRST CLIENT, PART TWO
When Jeremy rang the doorbell, the very chimes of Big Ben sounded
deep within the gigantic abode that housed Bill and Eleanor Overstreet,
his and Chris's first client. One of the double doors creaked open to
reveal a severe looking but not altogether unattractive woman in her early
thirties -- Eleanor, Chris figured. She was dressed smartly but casually
in a cerise silk blouse and tight white slacks -- tight enough to reveal
the remnants of a tummy which had held a baby not two months before. Her
dark blonde hair was pulled back so tightly that her skin was pulled taut
across her cheekbones, and she wore too much makeup. She wore a
conspicuously gaudy pearl-and-diamond necklace, and sported a wedding ring
that had to be five carats.
She fixed Jeremy with a displeased scowl. "You're a half hour
late," she scolded. "Poor little Thad is practically starving." Indeed,
in the recesses of the hallways behind her, the yowlings of a hungry baby
were barely audible.
"A thousand pardons. We were...unavoidably delayed," he replied,
with a knowing look in Chris's direction. For her part, Chris's cunt was
still moist from the aftermath of the quickie she and Jeremy had shared
only a few minutes before. She hoped the clouds of Obsession she had
sprayed over herself were sufficient to mask the smell of sex.
Eleanor turned her laser-like glance to Chris. For a few moments,
Chris felt vaguely like a slave girl on the auction block, being subjected
to the probing stares of prospective buyers. She felt Eleanor's eyes
scanning her up and down, stopping, of course, at Chris's bustline. Chris
tried in vain to suppress the erection of her nipples as she realized
where Eleanor's eyes had rested. Dammit, she thought. If she tells me to
turn around, I'm out of here. Oh, well, caveat emptor, I guess.
Without taking her eyes off Chris's tits, Eleanor said, "Well, she
certainly looks healthy and...qualified." Not even a hello, Chris
thought. Well fuck you too. She extended her hand. "My name is
Christine, Mrs. Overstreet. I'm happy to meet you." Eleanor's response
was to shift her gaze to meet Chris's eyes. She did not take her hand.
Jeremy interposed quickly, handing Eleanor a folder. "Speaking of
healthy, here are the medical records you requested. Flying colors all
around. A nutritional analysis of the sample is also in there. You
couldn't ask for better."
What the hell? Chris wondered. Medical records? Mine, of course.
How did he...? Jeremy must have more connections than he lets on. And
what sample? Did he milk me while I was asleep or something? Chris felt
slightly creepy at these new developments, but a slight buzzing in her
pussy told her she could still have fun here. Onward into the breach,
dear friends...
Without a word, Eleanor led them deep into the huge house to a
large family room, done completely in white. The increased volume of the
baby's cries indicated he was in an adjoining room. Rising from an
overstuffed chair to meet them was a very tall, very thin, mustachioed,
slightly balding man with a big smile, huge teeth, and graying temples.
"Jeremy, how the hell are you?" he boomed, pumping Jeremy's hand
enthusiastically. "Thanks for arranging this. I'm sure both Eleanor and
Thad will appreciate it a lot." He turned to Chris. Unlike his wife,
Bill Overstreet's attitude was warm and friendly. He took Chris's hand to
kiss it. "Chris. Hi. Jeremy's told us all about you. We're so glad
you've decided to help us out." He bent to kiss her hand but stopped
short when he felt his wife's icy gaze on him.
"Shall we get on with it?" Eleanor asked tersely. "Did Jeremy
tell you about our conditions?" Chris just nodded. "Good. Are you able
to feed the baby now?" Another nod. "Excellent. I'll be right back with
him." She turned on her heel and marched into the nursery.
After a few seconds of silence, Bill said softly, "I apologize for
Eleanor. Even though she really wants to stop nursing, I think she's
going to miss it more than she realizes. I think she's a little engorged
right now, and it's made her a little grouchy. She's really a very sweet
lady, and a hell of a mother." He seemed about to say more, but just then
Eleanor returned, carrying little Thad.
Chris rose to look inside the little bundle in Eleanor's arms, and
instantly fell in love. Thad was seven weeks old. He had a perfectly
round face, chubby cheeks, clear blue eyes presently swimming in tears of
hunger, and a full head of dark hair. He also had a loud clear voice,
which he was using to express his displeasure at being made to wait to
have dinner. Chris found herself unconsciously reaching to take him.
Eleanor reluctantly let her. As the baby settled into Chris's arms, she
felt a sudden rush of tenderness toward the child. She was momentarily
surprised at her emotionality until she remembered reading that the
hormones that regulate lactation also act to encourage feelings of
nurturing. She also felt another kind of rush as her breasts suddenly
swelled with a burst of milk production. It was almost as if they were
independently responding to the purpose for which they evolved, feeding a
baby. It was all Chris could do to suppress a letdown reflex that would
have brought the house down.
She looked down at the baby in her arms. Well, little fellow,
this is the moment of truth. Are you gonna buy me a new car or not? Thad
took a few seconds to focus on the strange face above him, but when he
did, he smiled a big toothless smile, cooed softly, and tried to snuggle
against Chris's warm bosom.
Eleanor's demeanor changed in that instant. She smiled almost
sadly, rested a hand on Chris's shoulder, and said, "This is going to
work. I'm so glad." She then guided Chris to sit with Thad in a
high-backed chair with a small footstool in front of it. This was clearly
the place where she had been feeding Thad, and she was clearly unhappy to
be giving it up to Chris. She looked forlornly at Bill, whose loving look
seemed to be saying, It's okay honey, this will be over soon, and you'll
be back at your bridge club in no time.
Chris looked helplessly at Jeremy, then Eleanor. "I...I don't
know how to do this..." she stammered, embarrassed.
"Jeremy told us," Bill said soothingly. "Don't be upset. We
wouldn't want anything to interfere with your...comfort. Eleanor will
show you what you need to do." He fell silent, his hands folded in his
lap. It was soon clear that both he and Jeremy intended to stay and
watch.
Chris suddenly realized that she hadn't dressed properly for this;
her top did not button down the front. She would have to pull the whole
thing off over her head, which would leave her naked from the waist up.
Eleanor understood this as well, and took Thad back while Chris removed
her top. As her incredible breasts bounced into view, she heard a quick
intake of breath from Bill's direction. She glanced at him and was almost
disappointed to see a lack of reaction on his face. No wait, his nostrils
are definitely flaring, and he does seem to be fidgeting a bit...
Eleanor was also trying to remain cool, but it was clear that she
was impressed with Chris's outstanding assets. Under her breath she
muttered, "And I was worried about ruining my figure."
Chris heard her. She said, "It's not too late to change your
mind. Breastfeeding is a great way to get back in shape after having a
baby, and all that stuff about your breasts shriveling away is a myth."
She looked at Jeremy and was surprised to see him staring murderously at
her.
He relaxed visibly when Bill said, "No, we've decided. Eleanor
would have to spend too much time close to home. That's just not
compatible with our lifestyle."
So why have the kid in the first place, Chris thought, but stayed
silent. Eleanor had removed the baby's outer wrap and placed him back in
her arms. The feel of his smooth warm skin against hers renewed those
nurturing feelings, and she felt her nipples become distended with warm
milk. A white droplet appeared at the tip of each.
Eleanor showed Chris how to position the baby so that he could get
a good shot at her nipple. As she moved it close, Thad seemed to smell
the milk, for he rooted in the direction of Chris's breast, found it, and
latched on with a vengeance.
Chris yelped in pain and surprise at such ferocity from such a
little guy. Eleanor immediately stepped forward. "He doesn't have enough
of your nipple in his mouth," she said. "He needs to be able to get part
of the areola in as well so that the flow can go unimpeded. Here, let me
help you." She deftly inserted her finger in the corner of the baby's
mouth, breaking the suction. As she removed her finger, Chris could swear
she felt it briefly caress her swollen nipple, sending an electric shock
through her tingling breast.
"Let's try again," Eleanor said.
Chris felt the pressure of the milk building behind her areolae
and quickly said, "Could I have a towel, first?" Bill instantly produced
one from the bar which Eleanor draped across Chris's lap.
Chris was convinced that her nipple was far too big and long for
little Thad to take the whole thing in his mouth, but on the second try,
he did just that, shoving it far back into his tiny throat. Chris's eyes
went wide as the baby began to suckle. She was totally unprepared for the
sucking power that little body contained. It was even harder than
Jeremy's in his most passionate moments. A flood of pleasure/pain coursed
over her, and she literally gasped. Eleanor only smiled knowingly.
Chris's body responded with alacrity to this onslaught. She felt
cunt juice begin to trickle into the maxi-pad she was wearing while her
letdown reflex exploded in full force. A jet of milk sprayed from her
open breast, past the towel, and across the carpeting. Bill and Jeremy
both almost jumped out of their chairs. "Whoa!" Bill yelled. Eleanor
immediately picked up the towel and draped it over Chris's spouting boob.
Thad, incredibly, was equal to the task, gurgling and swallowing rapidly,
happily keeping up with the torrent of good milk Chris was providing.
Chris was overwhelmed by the intensity of this experience. Her
moment of guilt at experiencing sexual arousal from the suckling of a baby
vanished quickly. This seemed the most natural thing in the world; why
shouldn't it be pleasurable? Babies would have starved to death if God
hadn't made nursing feel good. She remembered reading Masters and
Johnson, where they'd documented that some women achieved orgasm while
breastfeeding.
She knew in that second that she was going to join that elite
group. Her breathing began coming faster; she felt the maxi-pad swelling,
trying in vain to contain the coming flood. Her juices were pushing past
it, seeping around the edges of her panties, dampening her slacks. She
looked up with confusion and lust, and in that moment her eyes locked with
Bill's. She fixed on them, seeing his excitement, almost hearing him
telepathically urging her on to orgasm. He and Jeremy both had visible
erections. She knew she was going to come soon.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, Bill's eyes told her.
With a whimper, Chris shut her eyes tight and came like a freight
train. Forcing herself to refrain from screaming and thrashing about with
the baby in her lap only served to intensify the orgasm. She snorted
through wide-open nostrils, panting furiously, riding it out, while Thad
kept suckling, totally oblivious to his nursemaid's plight. A dark stain
spread outward across Chris's lap, around, and down into the chair. The
realization that she must be making a hell of a mess was sufficient to
snap her out of it, and she recovered quickly.
"Oh, my God, I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I had no idea that
would happen."
"That's quite all right. I'm sure it happens all the time," Bill
reassured her. "If it makes you feel any better, it happened to me, too."
Indeed, there was a wet spot on his pants as well.
"If that had happened to me, I never would have decided to quit,"
Eleanor said.
"Are you sure it didn't, honey?" Bill asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, look at yourself."
Eleanor glanced down at herself. Sure enough, the entire front of
her blouse was soaked through. Watching Chris's arousal had triggered her
own letdown reflex, and it had been sufficiently strong to soak right
through her clothing.
"Oh, shit!" she cried, in most unladylike fashion. "This blouse
is ruined! Oh!" She dabbed at it with the towel before realizing it was
also soaking wet. She threw it on the floor in disgust. She plucked at
her dripping wet front and said frantically, "You're hired. Please finish
feeding Thad while I go change. Bill will finish up with the particulars
while I'm gone, won't you, darling?" Without waiting for an answer, she
hurried off down the hallway.
Bill smiled his toothy smile. "Sweetheart," he said to Chris.
"If you promise to do this more than just this one time, I'll double
whatever Eleanor has decided to pay you."
Chris looked at Jeremy, then down at the baby. He had detached
himself from her breast, so she placed him at the other one, and
immediately felt him latch on and begin draining her again. As she felt
another orgasm beginning, she said huskily, "Mr. Overstreet, I shall
consider it."
<<to be continued>>
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