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Milk Money

Lactating phone sexMy husband I have a bunch of people staying at our house due to their electric not being on.  Since it is so cold we both felt badly that we were warm and safe, and our friends were freezing their collective asses off.  One of our neighbors also did not have any way to heat their home.  Not because of the power outage, but because they didn’t pay their bill.  Since I am so nice, I told them they could come over too.  One of the people said something about this all being like Bird Box but without all the blood shed.

On the second night I was on my way to the bathroom when I heard someone up in the kitchen.  Then I heard glass break.  I grabbed my robe and went downstairs.  There in the kitchen was my neighbor and he was cleaning up one of the glass bottles that I have my pumped breast milk in.  He couldn’t see me because I was just outside the light of the fridge.  I saw him bend down, pick up the glass then he got all the way down and licked my breast milk from the floor.  Not a lot of it, but some.

First off, gross!  That was on the floor!  I keep my house super clean, but with all these people walking around I cannot keep it sanitized like I like. Second of all … what the fuck!  That is for my two little ones who are still taking breast milk.  I walked into the light and looked down at him.  He scrambled to his feet.  I asked him what the hell he was doing.  He said he accidentally knocked a bottle out of the fridge.  Bullshit! You cannot accidentally knock them out, they are kept in a container with the date of when I pumped on the bottles themselves.  They are in order.

I told him he was lying and that I saw him drinking my tit juice off the floor!  He looked like a little boy who had been scolded.  His head was down and he gave me a very soft, “Sorry.”  I asked him if he liked drinking breast milk, he said no, he just waned to taste it.  I told him that if he just wanted to taste it he could of just asked me.  He said that he thought that would be weird.  I told him that it wouldn’t be any weirder than me catching him licking it off the fucking floor.

I opened my robe, and pulled out my tit.  He just looked at it, then at me, then back at my tit.  I said, “Come on, if you want to taste it, then taste it.” He stepped closer.  I had to show him how to properly latch on.  He began to drink, then I felt him moving his hand against me in a rhythmic fashion.  He was jacking off!  Before I could pull away from him he came all over my knee and shin.  I was pissed!  I slapped him across the face.  I wanted to so badly toss his ass out in the cold, but I would of had to have done that with his wife also, and I really like his wife.  I bitched him out in an angry hushed voice, then he said he was sorry.  He told me he would be right back.  He came back with his wallet and gave me fifty dollars.

I told him I wasn’t a whore, he said that I misunderstood.  The money was to cover the cost of the broken glass bottle, and as a thank you for allowing him to feed from me.  I took the money and turned to leave.  He said, “Gabby? I will pay you more if you let me come over here and drink from your breast again.”  I stopped, I turned around and told him he needed to pay his regular bills first, then and only then would I think about it.  He said he would do better and get all his bills in order.

This morning he left extra early for work.  It looks like I will have some extra money coming my way on a regular basis.


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