Milk... Milk

The night I was milk-raped, a last-minute crisis had kept me at work until almost midnight.

I got on the elevator and looked forward to getting home. My breasts were overfull and aching

for the relief and of my electric breast pump. As the elevator began the long 30-floor descent,

I thought with pleasure of attaching the two cups to my hard nipples and flipping the switch to

feel the erotic suckling. My breasts have always been my most sensitive erogenous zone,

especially my nipples. I had always dreamed of a man who enjoyed sucking my nipples so much and

so often that he would cause my breasts to fill with milk. It finally happened with my latest

lover. He suckled my nipples so often during lovemaking that my ultimate fantasy came true. With

in a few weeks my breasts were full of sweet milk that he gladly suckled from me, greedy for

every drop--using his hands, squeezing my breasts, milking me for more. It felt like I had an

electrical connection between my nipples and my clit. Sometimes I would orgasm from the suckling

alone, my nipples ejaculating strong jets of milk with each spasm of my sex.

When he was transferred with his job to Europe, I no longer had a man's mouth to provide my

release. I enjoyed the sensations of being milked so much that I turned to an electric breast

pump for my erotic pleasure. I was surprised out of my reverie when the elevator stopped on the

20th floor. "Who else is here this time of night?" I wondered, a little nervously. The doors

opened and I was relieved to see a nice-looking businessman standing there. I'd seen him around

the building and on the elevator several times before. As he boarded the car he glanced to see

that we were going to the parking garage. He smiled, "Burning the midnight oil, huh?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "Can't wait to get home!"

I saw his eyes fall briefly, quizzically, to my breasts, then again with unmistakable interest.

I looked down and saw with embarrassment that my engorged breasts had begun to leak a little,

making damp circles on my blouse. I blushed and folded my arms across my breasts, hiding the

tell-tale stains. My elevator companion politely averted his eyes and moved to stand in the

back of the elevator as the doors closed. It was only a moment later when the elevator jerked

to a halt. The lights went out.

What the hell?" I thought, momentarily chagrined.

Then irritation turned to near panic as I realized that the elevator had stopped between floors.

We were stuck! It was past midnight and the elevator was stuck! There was nobody around to fix

it; probably nobody around to even KNOW about it. The pitch blackness increased my panic. Why

weren't there any emergency lights? Remembering the emergency telephone in the car, I fumbled

around until I found the receiver and lifted it off the hook. A warm hand closed over mine,

replacing it. I took a breath to protest, when another hand clamped over my mouth. He was close

behind me, his lips at my ear.

"Shhhhh," he whispered, "Don't scream."

His free hand moved to the front of my blouse, cupping and squeezing one of my breasts.

"I just want to touch you. Touch your breasts...feel your nipples...."

His voice was soft, almost hypnotic in my ear as his fingertips explored my hard nipples

through my blouse.

"Don't make a sound," he whispered as he cautiously removed his hand from my mouth.

I didn't. I felt his mouth move to the side of my neck, kissing it, warming it. Both hands were

on my breasts now, as he held me close from behind, lifting, squeezing, pinching...milking.

As he began to unbutton my blouse, I was breathing fast. Fear and excitement fought within me.

When his fingers had reached the last button, he pressed both hands to my pelvis, pushing

himself up against me, his erection hard against my butt.

"You excite me!"

he whispered, as he moved his hips slightly from side to side, rubbing the bulge of his cock

against me. I only shivered, stifling a moan. His hands returned to my breasts, unsnapping the

front fastener of my bra. He pulled it apart and my breasts bounced free. His fingers delicately

traced the outlines of my nipples, hardening them, causing drops of milk to form on the tips.

My eyes closed and I stifled a moan as my head fell back against him. He turned me around to

face him, backing me up against the elevator wall, his mouth finding my nipple.

"Want to drink from you," he murmured before his lips clamped down on me.

My pussy spasmed as he began to suck, strong, hungry, rhythmic. His arm went around me,

pulling me close as he buried his face in my breast, suckling. My hands went to the back of his

head in spite of myself. A moan escaped my lips. His fingers pinched and squeezed my free

nipple, causing my milk to squirt. Suckling me like a man dying of thirst, he pressed his face

harder into my breast, clamping down, taking deep, strong pulls on my nipple. With each pull

from his mouth my pussy spasmed and my swollen clit shot little electric jolts into my belly.

I could feel jets of milk spurting from my tits in rhythm with my pussy's spasms, and the slick

wetness of arousal flowing between my legs. His hand moved up under my skirt, exploring my

stockings, garters, the bare tops of my thighs. When he reached the silky crotch of my panties,

he forced my legs apart, giving him freer access to the warm, wet, secret part of me. His

fingers moved over the silk crotch, finding my swollen clit and bumping over it, sending

electric chills into my belly. A strong finger pressed into me through the thin fabric. He

held me like this for long moments as he sucked first one nipple, then the other, taking,

swallowing my freely flowing milk--moaning deep in his throat, almost growling. As his

excitement grew, he roughly pushed aside the crotch of my panties and thrust his fingers

inside my hot, slick pussy. I gasped and moaned as he pumped me with two fingers, then three.

I felt trapped and taken, pressed against the elevator wall, his mouth so warm and insistent

on my nipple, holding me captive to his animal passion, and my own. I couldn't stop myself from

pulling his face harder into my tit, or keep my hips from thrusting in rhythm with his fingers.

I gasped at the pleasure of it.

When he pulled his pussy-wet fingers from my hole and massaged my clit I felt the urgency of an

impending orgasm. My body stiffened with the building tension as he rubbed my clit faster and

faster, knowing just how to touch the exquisitely sensitive button. Gasping and moaning I

strained against his hand in the final seconds. Then I came--hard, trying not to scream. My

body shuddered as waves of incredible pleasure shook my entire being. My nipples ejaculated

jets of warm milk into his mouth and over his clothes as my orgasm radiated again and again

from my spasming clit. My knees buckled and I would have collapsed to the floor had he not held

me up. He moved his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. Cupping his hands over my hard, wet

nipples.

"Oh God, you're incredible," he murmured against my mouth. "I've wanted to do this to you for

so long."

The elevator began to rumble and vibrate. The power was coming back on. My gentleman, animal,

rapist, lover quickly buttoned my blouse and smoothed my clothes into place. He kissed me hard

as the elevator doors slid open.

"I want you again," he murmured against my mouth.

His hands caressing my breasts one last time, he turned and stepped out of the elevator. The

doors slid shut behind him. he murmured against my mouth. His hands caressing my breasts one

last time, he turned and stepped out of the elevator. The doors slid shut behind him.