Neighbors With Benefits

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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This story is a fictionalized version of real life incidents with my current neighbor.

“Can I help?” I shouted from my front porch.

It was a hot May morning and the movers had left after unloading a truck load of stuff. My new neighbor seemed to be a 20-something girl cradling a baby on her arms.

Drop dead gorgeous, she was about 5′ 5″ tall and curvy, probably trying to still shed the weight she had put on during pregnancy.

I couldn’t help wondering why the baby’s dad had left her to deal with the move by herself instead of being there to help.

She was trying to unload an over-stuffed suitcase from the trunk of her SUV while rocking a crying baby at the same time — and not doing a good job of it — when I offered to help.

“Thanks!” She shouted back, “I would appreciate it a lot.”

I made my way across. “I am Vijay,” I said extending a hand and introducing myself, “your neighbor as you can see, but most call me V.”

“Angela,” she said smiling and shaking my hand, “friends call me Angie.”

“Ok,” I said, “Angela for now, and hopefully Angie soon. And who’s this little bundle of cuteness?”

“That’s my Cody,” she said, “he’s just a month old.”

We did some more small talk as I proceeded to unload a couple suitcases from the trunk and a few boxes out of the back seat of her SUV.

She led the way back into her house where boxes were piled all over the living room and kitchen.

Following her instructions, I left the suitcases in the master bedroom and set the boxes on top of other boxes in the living room.

“Thanks a lot for the help,” she said rocking her baby who had quieted down by now and seemed to be sleeping, “I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” I said looking around, “and don’t hesitate to holler if you need help putting things away and setting up the place.”

“I will take you up on that,” she replied, smiling again.

“Hey listen,” I said, “you obviously can’t cook today with the kitchen the way it is. If you don’t mind home made Indian food, you are welcome to drop by for lunch. Or for milk if your baby needs some, or anything at all.”

“Never tried Indian food,” she said, “I’d love to try. Thanks for being so welcoming.”

“Anytime,” I said.

I left after we exchanged phone numbers and she promised to call as soon as she had the absolute essentials put away, the baby taken care of and had taken a shower.

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We were sitting around the dining table, chatting, having just finished eating.

An hour after I left, she had called and then shown up, dressed in a spaghetti strap tank top and shorts, her hair still wet from the shower. Her ample, obviously lactating breasts were straining against the flimsy fabric of her tank top, making her nipples poke out. Even though she looked nearly half my age, I couldn’t help the stirring I felt in my pants and struggled to keep a poker face.

Over lunch — between 20 million compliments about the food — I had learned that Angela was 21 years old, exactly half my age. She had moved to the US from France for studies a few years ago and met the dad of her one-month-old baby boy at college. He was a local sports star and she soon fell for him. They started dating. She eventually moved in with him a year ago and got pregnant a couple months later.

She was eight months pregnant when, one day, the police had shown up at her doorstep looking for the guy. She had no idea he dealt in drugs.

To make a long story short, he was arrested and was now in jail. She had no intention of having any of his influence on her child and had rented the unit next to mine as soon as the baby was born.

So here she was, a single mom against the world, working as a waitress in a fast food joint nearby.

I told her about myself — 42 years old, single by choice, living alone, a foodie and travel enthusiast and a writer of erotica by profession.

She seemed excited about meeting a real author of erotica in person and demanded to see some of my writing. I told her about Secret Hopes and she promised to check it out once she got back home.

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Over the next few weeks, she came over quite regularly, truly seeming to enjoy Indian food and had invited me over as many times and treated me to some delicious French and American food. The baby and I hit it off and I even babysat for her in the evenings whenever she was working an extra shift.

“Your stories are steamy hot,” she said one day as we finished dinner at her place.

“Thank you,” I said dramatically bowing my head in appreciation.

“They are a single mom’s best friend on lonely, hormonal nights,” she said, and blushing as she realized what she had just said, she added, “sorry, that was too much information that you didn’t want to know.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” I said, imagining her naked in bed, pleasuring herself while reading my stories.

“I don’t judge. They are a single man’s best friend too. They are an expression of my erotic side. I am single, unattached and living alone. A guy needs release and — in the absence of beautiful neighbors like present company — writing stories helps.” She blushed at the backhanded compliment.

“Doesn’t writing all these hot scenes not turn you on?” she asked with innocent curiosity.

“Yes, it does,” I conceded nodding sheepishly, “a lot. A guy needs to take matters in his own hands,” I added laughing.

“Oh boy…I hear you,” she said blushing an even deeper shade of pink, “hormones are a bitch.” We both laughed at that.

There was a tension in the moment, awkward glances exchanged in the silence that followed. Not sure what would have followed if the baby hadn’t let out a wail, demanding to be fed — making her dash to take care of her child.

By the end of the month, we had become good friends, spending considerable amount of time together — the baby and food were convenient excuses to have company instead of being alone.

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As familiarity grew and Angela became Angie, her inhibitions progressively disappeared.

I had seen her in her lingerie when I was invited for dinner, had seen her breastfeeding her baby, her naked breast on full display except for the nipple that had a baby attached to it, sucking contentedly.

I confess, I wished I could suckle on the other nipple whenever I saw her breastfeeding her child.

She felt comfortable (and I felt aroused) hugging me and kissing my cheek, her breasts pressed against my chest.

I had held her through horror movies and through emotional moments when she vented about her ordeal since meeting her child’s biological father.

The day the inevitable happened is etched in memory as fresh as if it was yesterday.

I had no intention of seducing her and truth be told, she seduced me instead of the other way around.

That day, I’d had the baby all evening because Angie was working an extra shift. When she returned, she checked in on her son. I was rocking him to sleep and said he should be asleep soon and I would come over when he slept.

When I showed up at her place with the baby she was cooking in a long spaghetti strap tank top but hadn’t bothered to put on shorts. She was busy in the kitchen and I joined her there after tucking the sleeping baby in the cradle in the second bedroom that she had decorated for her son.

Her back was turned to me as I entered the kitchen and started pulling dishes out of the cabinets to set the table.

“Oh my God!” I gasped as she turned around, my jaw dropping visibly. There were two growing wet patches on her tank top from obvious lactation she hadn’t been aware of. Embarrassed and red-faced, she ran to her bedroom and reappeared a few minutes later in a similar outfit, only red this time.

Over wine and dinner, as she apologized for the accident, I confessed that I had been extremely turned on by it — that I had always found lactating women erotic.

Over dinner, the conversation turned towards our erotic sides. She wanted to know how much reality went into my stories. I said a lot of what went into the requested stories was dependent on what the requester wanted. In my stories, some things were added just because the storyline demanded it but things that appeared frequently in my stories were because of my own sexual bias towards them.

“So….” she said, looking down and hesitating, “lactation has appeared in your stories as has adult breastfeeding….”

“Yes, both are my fetishes,” I conceded, “and I enjoy eating a woman to orgasm. And I am not a one-and-done guy.”

“Meaning?” she asked.

“Well, I like to do it multiple times, not just once like most guys.”

“Oh!” she said, blushing. An uncomfortable silence followed, with both of us sipping our wine silently, our thoughts in places that were probably inappropriate to share… yet.

“He didn’t like it,” she said finally, breaking the silence after a while.

“What?”

“Going down on me,” she added, “he did it sometimes, but like a formality and only when I was really needy. He was all about his release and was done once he came, snoring away within minutes while I had to satisfy myself.”

“I am sorry,” I said, “not just about that, but that he even happened in your life. Some guys are just bad news.”

“I am sorry to lay all that on you,” she apologized again, “You probably didn’t want to know those details about my sex life. You probably think I am brash.”

“Not at all.” I said, “you probably would think of me as a perverted old man if I told you that I find you sexually attractive. That I am turned on whenever I see you feeding the baby. That your very presence turns me on.”

“Really?” she asked, unsure if I was serious or just humoring her.

“Cross my heart,” I said. Another awkward silence followed with both of us sipping our wine silently.

The baby woke up wailing and needy and Angie excused herself to feed the baby. I sat at the dining table sipping wine.

A few moments later, I was surprised to see Angie return to the dining table, cradling her baby, who was sucking on a tit hungrily. She sat across from me, feeding the baby. She looked up at me and smiled, evidently seeing naked lust in my eyes.

Once the baby was done, she didn’t bother covering her breast when she burped the baby and then went to put him back in the cradle. She returned, her spaghetti straps hanging down her arms, both her breasts on full display.

“Would you like to suck them?” She asked shyly.

“Oh God yes,” I said, staring at her breasts, “and this is your cue to throw me out.” I added.

Instead, she walked over to me and sat on my lap, her nipples mere inches from my mouth. She squeezed her nipple, spraying my face with her warm milk. “All yours,” she added, releasing her nipples.

As I licked her erect nipple, she moaned. I took her swollen, erect nipple in my mouth and sucked hungrily, devouring her warm milk as she moaned and groaned in pleasure.

“I have fantasized about you doing this from the time I read about it in one of your stories,” she said as I continued to suck on her. “And, full disclosure, I have masturbated thinking about you after reading your stories. It’s been so long since…”

“You won’t have to masturbate anymore,” I said taking a break from drinking her delicious milk, before sucking on her other nipple. Angie let me suck one nipple followed by the other while my hands played with her free nipple and squeezed the breast. I was rock hard and eager to take it further.

Again, as if reading my mind, Angie got off my lap and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom, taking my shirt off during the short walk, while I got rid of my tracks and followed her to the bed in my underwear.

I got on top of her as she lay in bed and squeezed a breast till a drop of milk trickled out of her nipple before taking it in my mouth and milking her.

“Fuck Angie! You’re delicious,” I moaned while switching tits, “I could so get used to this.” With that, I milked her hungrily.

“Oh FUCK! I had no idea this could be such a turn-on” she said as I sucked her.

“God, you are beautiful!!!” I exclaimed, taking a break. I realized we hadn’t even kissed yet, so I reached up, and caressed her cheek. Reaching behind her I caressed her long, flowing hair, before pulling her to me and kissing her lips.

She opened her mouth and our tongues met for the first time.

We were both needy and aroused, were soon kissing hungrily, sucking on each others’ tongues.

After kissing her for a few minutes, cupped her breasts with my hands and milk spurted out when I squeezed her nipples.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and went back to sucking on her tits.

I milked one of her breasts till it was empty, taking breaks only to kiss her hungry mouth.

She ran her fingers through my hair, throwing her head back and making moaning sounds.

The way she pressed my mouth into her boobs told me how much she was enjoying feeding me her fresh milk. Once the breast was completely drained, I kissed her mouth for a while, devouring her tongue, before switching over to the other breast.

After letting me suck it for a while she giggled and said, “leave some for Cody.”

“Of course,” I said letting go of her tit and hungrily watching a drop of milk trickle down her breast, “how rude and greedy of me,”

She laughed watching me salivate over one lost drop of milk, “they’ll refill soon you know… gotta be patient.”

After a moment, she added, “your stories suggest you like giving oral and not so much receiving it. Is that right?”

“Want me to show you how much?” I said.

Moving up and getting behind her, I cupped her breasts and started kissing her. After a while, I slid one hand down and into her panties.

While continuing to kiss her, I caressed her opening and teased her clit with my fingers for a few minutes before entering her hole with two fingers.

She let me finger-fuck her for a few minutes, moaning into my mouth as my fingers moved in and out of her, before breaking the kiss.

“Gosh you make me hot…Eat me,” she said, breaking the kiss.

Spreading her legs, I moved her panties aside and kissed her pussy.

She had shaved and her young pussy was already glistening with her wetness.

Licking her wetness off her pussy, I thought, ‘is there anything about this girl that isn’t delicious?’

Lifting my head off her pussy, I looked at Angie, who was looking down at me anxiously.

“Yummy, yummy,” I said winking at her, making her blush. I stripped her soaking wet panties off and returned to kissing and licking her all along her opening, in her groin, and all over her pussy mound.

I opened her pussy, and sucked on her clitoris. Angie groaned as I sucked and licked her clit gently. After a few minutes of devouring her clit, I slid my tongue into her hole, as deep as it would go, licking her wetness from deep inside her.

“Oh yesssss…..” Angie hissed as I started rubbing her clit with my thumb while sliding my tongue in and out of her, tongue-fucking her. She started moaning loudly, her eyes closed tight, thrusting her pussy into my mouth in rhythm with my tongue.

“Oh yes, oh God yes… OH FUCKING YESSSSSS,” she was mumbling. Alternating between her clit and hole, I devoured her, hungrily eating her, lapping up her juices while she moaned, groaned and wriggled in pleasure. Before long, I was eating her furiously with my tongue, lips and teeth driving her wild.

“I’m gonna cum,” she groaned after a few minutes of getting eaten, trying to push me away. Instead, I grabbed her hip to hold her in place as her orgasm shook her body.

“OH FUCKKKKKKKK ….. YEAAAAHHHH” she screamed. Grabbing the bedsheet, she shook and exploded in my mouth, squirting violently.

I drank her greedily right through the orgasm and continued eating her even when the orgasm passed. Ten minutes later she came just as violently and yet again five more minutes later. I had just eaten her right through three squirting orgasms where she erupted in my mouth like a volcano and she was begging me to stop.

Somehow, she managed to push me off her body and collapsed on the bed panting.

“Sorry if I overstepped,” I said wiping her wetness off my lips. The lower half of my face was covered in her nectar.

“What?” she said panting and gasping, her boobs heaving, “that…gasp…was…gasp…fucking…gasp… AMAZING!” We both started laughing at that.

“I am hungry still,” I said, spreading her legs again so I could go back to eating her.

“You really like it?” she asked tentatively, “My ex thought it was nasty.”

“He’s a fool,” I said, “you are fucking delicious. If you feed me like that, I could eat you all night.” With that, I bent to take her pussy in my mouth again, but she stopped me.

“No wait,” she said, “show me yours,” she had a twinkle in her eyes as she reached for my underwear.

As she pulled my underwear down and released my half-erect member, she gasped.

“Oh my God!!! WOW!” was her reaction at the first sight of my weapon.

“Surprised?”

“It’s HUGE! dude!” she gushed. Her hands were gently caressing my shaft appreciatively. “Always thought black dudes were big, but you are much bigger than my ex fully aroused….and you aren’t even fully hard.”

“Scared?” I said laughing, “he’s a lover, doesn’t bite. Loves to be loved.”

“He sure is beautiful,” she said and started kissing me from the base of the shaft to the tip, before grabbing it with her hand and taking the head in her mouth licking my opening.

I moaned with pleasure and started going harder and was rock hard in just a minute.

“When I read your stories, I thought you were just gloating about it like most men do,” she said giggling greedily, “WOW!…just fuckin’ WOW” she said appreciating my shaft pointing straight at her face.

She stroked it while caressing my balls till it was standing at full mast. Taking as much of my hardness as she could in her mouth, she started licking and sucking, while stroking my shaft with one hand while the other caressed my balls.

I didn’t last long. In just a couple minutes, I erupted in her mouth, she swallowed as much of my cum as she could, but some of it trickled out of her mouth and on to her boobs.

After I was spent, she picked up my spilled cum from her cheeks, chin and boobs with a finger and licked it up. “My lucky day,” she said with a wink, perhaps thinking I was done.

Cradling her in my lap, I said, “I am not done yet,” and went back to work on her boobs, sucking and milking her hungrily.

“Like it that much huh?” she giggled, pulling me into her breast as I drank and drained her.

Once the breast was drained empty, just as I shifted over to the other tit, I slid my hand between her legs.

She guided my fingers inside her, a hungry smile on her face. I entered her with two fingers. Angie moaned with pleasure. As I milked and finger fucked her hard and harder, her moans started getting increasingly urgent and loud.

“God, you’re gonna make me cum again,” she groaned, moving to the rhythm of my fingers.

Releasing her tit, I said, “Oh, no, not yet,”

“No, no, no, no, no…..” Angie said in surprise as she realized I intended to eat her again.

Grinning, I spread her legs wide and went to work on her pussy.

In less than a minute, she lifted her legs high and screamed with pleasure, cumming in my mouth. Like before, I continued eating her right through her orgasm, lapping up her juices.

“No, no, no, no…..FUCK YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” she screamed cumming again in just a few more minutes, and again, almost immediately.

“Stop,” she said gasping for breath and trying to push me away, “I will die.”

My face was soaked in her squirts. Releasing her pussy, I smacked my lips with my tongue and said, “Just one more time please…you’re fucking delicious.”

“God nooooooooooooo” she moaned as I went back to sucking on her clit and also inserted two fingers in her hole, drilling her hard and deep.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she gasped within a few minutes, her body convulsing and twisting.

“Oh God YEAAAAH” she screamed as she erupted again, and again and again in three back to back orgasms.

“Oh FUCK!!!!” she gasped and collapsed when I finally let her rest and recover.

By now, after eating her to so many orgasms and milking her dry, I was hard again and ready for action.

But I knew she was exhausted, so I lay next to her, spooning and kissing her as she panted away, trying to catch her breath.

Once her breathing was close to normal, I heard her giggle.

“What?”

“You know,” she said, “when I first squirted, I was so embarrassed. But you really made me enjoy squirting over and over.”

“I love the taste of you,” I replied, kissing her neck.

“Oh I believe that,” she said giggling again, “From up here and down there, you drank it all.”

“And I can all over again, all day and all night.” I said.

She smiled, turned and kissed me. I returned her kiss, caressing her beautiful, flushed face.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For the most incredible experience ever,” she said giggling, “I hadn’t cum more than three times in a day till today.”

Just then, the baby let out a wail. “Oh God,” Angie said, trying to get off the bed. I pulled her back down in bed.

“Let me take care of this,” I said and got out of bed. Pulling on my underwear, I grabbed my tee shirt and tracks, and said, “Hope he isn’t hungry.”

Angie giggled at that, “Hope not, mommy needs more time before she can feed him.”

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By the time I put the baby to sleep and returned to Angie’s bedroom, she standinhad covered her boobs with her top and put on a fresh pair of black panties.

“Sorry about that,” she said.

“No problems at all,” I replied. “Guess he had a dream or something. Just needed to be rocked to sleep.”

“That earned you major brownie points too,” she said giggling, “but the sorry was for the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“You know, how you say you are not a ‘one and done man’. I felt the boner when we were cuddling.”

“Don’t even think about it.” I said, dismissing her apology, “you were so exhausted, I wouldn’t have demanded more, even if he hadn’t woken up.”

“But I am not exhausted anymore,” she said, giggling. “I even freshened up for you.”

“Did you now? I have to check that out,” I said. Taking my shirt off and dropping my tracks, I pounced on the bed, making her giggle even more.

We kissed and cuddled for a while before I started caressing her boobs and playing with her tits. They were looking nice and full and I was looking forward to sucking them dry again. The thought alone was enough to get me hard.

She must have felt my boner against her ass, because she reached behind her and slid her hand inside my underwear. She stroked me while I kissed and fondled her boobs. she reached inside my underwear and started stroking me.

“I am hungry,” I said breaking the kiss, as I felt a drop of milk trickle out of the nipple I was pinching.

“You are a monster,” she said giggling, but turned to offer me her tit to suck.

I pretended to get on top of her to suck her tits, but at the last moment, I lifted her ass and pulled her panties down.

“No…, no that again,” Angie begged.

“You freshened up you said, I want to taste that freshness.”

“Oh god,” she said, throwing her head back as I buried my face between her legs, entering her with my tongue and rubbing her clit with my thumb.

Then I switched, eating her clit while fucking her hole with two fingers.

For fifteen minutes I ate her, making her squirm, twist and arch her body, as it responded to my fingers, tongue, lips and teeth.

Like the two times before, when she came, she erupted like a fountain, feeding me her delicious pussy nectar.

Like before, I kept eating her through the orgasm and she erupted a second and a third time over a ten minute period.

By the time she was done cumming, I was under her and she was sitting on my face. My face was drenched in her squirts, and I had a stupid, contented grin on my face.

“Pretty sure I will be addicted to that before morning,” I said.

“Not this?” she said, pulling her top down to reveal her full breasts.

She was still panting and catching her breath.

I pulled her on top of me and took one glorious nipple in my mouth and started squeezing the other breast.

Angie groaned as her milk spurted into my mouth.

I started suckling her like a baby and pinched the other nipple, making it squirt out milk too.

She reached behind her and pulled my erection out of my underwear.

I was already rock hard when Angie started stroking me and caressing my balls.

After I had drained one breast dry, I raised myself to kiss her. As we started kissing, Angie started grinding against my erection.

This young girl was incredible, even though I hadn’t even fucked her yet.

“Fuck me,” she said between kisses in a raspy, hoarse voice full of desire.

“I don’t have any protection,” I said.

“I don’t care” she rasped, “just put it in. I want you in me.” she added commanding me.

Reaching behind her, I pulled my underwear down. She rose and positioned my shaft at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself. I was barely inside her when she shuddered.

“Fuck, you are huge,” she gasped lowering herself slowly, taking me inside her inch by inch.

Pulling her down, I started sucking on her full breast. When she moaned with pleasure at the spurt of milk in my mouth, I thrust upwards, pushing my pole further inside her. Angie yelped. I was barely one-third inside her. Regardless of my size, Angie was incredibly tight for someone who had recently birthed a baby.

It took nearly a minute more for me to bury myself all the way inside her. She just sat with me inside her for a bit, smiling at me, “I feel you so far in me,” she grinned.

She then started moving up and down, slowly for the first minute or two, before gradually picking up pace.

As I started moving inside her, I started sucking on her nipple again, savoring her warm delicious milk. As I moved faster, I sucked harder. Angie was moaning and groaning, thrusting her hips up as I drove down into her.

I grabbed and squeezed her breasts, squirting milk all over my face, as I started matching her rhythm and plowed her from below. After fucking her that way for about five minutes, I decided to up the ante.

Turning her on her back, I spread her legs and entered her missionary style. She was sopping wet, but it still took some effort before I was fully inside her.

Immediately, I started drilling her hard and deep.

Her glorious breasts were jiggling with every thrust and Angie was crying with please. In less than five minutes, she stiffened and started to shake.

“Oh FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!” She screamed as her orgasm hit. I pulled out of her and attacked her pussy with my mouth, just as she started squirting.

Once her orgasm passed, I turned her around and entered her doggy style.

She turned her head and I kissed her, sucking on her tongue, while caressing her breasts and drilling her pussy.

I had been fucking her for over twenty minutes and was getting close to exploding myself.

I started drilling her even faster, building up to my own climax. She must have felt my cock start to throb inside her and swell because she groaned, “wait for me….please wait for me….”

I struggled to not explode, pounding away as fast and as deep as I could.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped with each thrust before screaming as her back arched and she came.

As her pussy muscles contracted with her orgasm, I went over the edge and came, thrusting hard into her as my cum erupted deep inside her.

I kept drilling her for over a minute till I had emptied the last drop in her.

“Oh my fucking God,” Angie gasped after both of us had caught our breath, “that was fucking amazing.”

“You are amazing,” I said, kissing her.

“You are incredible. Best fuck everrrrrrr!” she purred. We lay as a tangled mass of sweaty bodies.

After a few minutes, I asked, “regretting it yet?”

“Nope,” she said smiling and shaking her head, “I was actually wondering….” she said rolling over on top of me, “how long it will be before you are ready to go again.” Reaching down, she started stroking my member back to life.

I fucked her three more times through the night.

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“Did you write something today,” she asked after we had done it a couple times one night.

“Yes, why?” I asked.

“I think I can see a pattern,” she said giggling, “you are different on some days… more intense… more needy… something, I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Full disclosure?” I asked looking at her pretty face, flushed from a couple hours of intense fucking and she nodded, smiling. “I often think of the women I write about when we are doing it.” I added, “does that offend you?”

“No, in fact, it turns me on.” she said giggling more, “I suspected it, but wanted to be sure.”

“You know what would be an idea,” she continued, excited and getting on her elbows “we could role play the stories you write, if you want to.”

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And ever since, we have been doing it at every opportunity — from quickies to whole weekends spent in bed, fucking over and over, taking breaks for the bathroom, to eat and tend to the baby’s needs. Her son stopped drinking her milk when he was about 8 months old.

Since then, her milk is all mine. I have stopped buying milk. When she isn’t feeding me from her breasts, she is either squeezing her milk into my coffee or bottling it for me to use when she isn’t around.

As long as her body thinks it needs to produce milk, I am hoping she won’t stop lactating. At least, she hasn’t so far.

We’ve recreated many of my stories in bed and are often actively playing out the stories as I am creating them.

It helps that both of us are virtually insatiable and can’t have enough sex, so if we aren’t doing it as us, we are doing it as the characters in my stories.

Just around the time Covid-19 hot and lockdowns starting going in place, she accompanied me on a trip to India.

Quarantined for 14 days, she and I had our first swapping experience with a young couple we met — who were also quarantined along with us and other passengers.

Neither of us wants a relationship. Both of us are content with our neighbors-with-benefits arrangement.

She even helped me nail my colleague’s newly wed wife, Priya.

I know that, as young and beautiful as she is, one day she will be swept off her feet by a guy her age.

They will fall in love, possibly marry and live happily.

Selfishly, I hope that doesn’t happen anytime soon, because, I believe, am not-so-secretly addicted to her squirts and her milk now 😉

THE END

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Some of my stories are loosely based on real-life incidents, but details are fictionalized. My stories involve unsafe sexual acts. I do not condone unprotected sex and recommend readers to always practice safe sex. The risk is not worth it. These are fantasies and meant for entertainment only. My stories are my hobby — an expression of my erotic side. I mean no disrespect to women featured in my stories. If you know the woman in the story, please write to me and the pictures will be taken down — no questions asked.
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