Mr Daniel’s Milk

I was born in a small town in England in 1975, to a very Christian family. My father was the vicar in a local parish, and my mother stayed at home to look after me, my older sister and younger brother. They were strict, especially as my sister and I grew older and boys started taking an interest in us. We weren’t allowed out late, we couldn’t drink, and we would be in trouble if they found out we had been meeting with other boys. They said we had to set an example of perfect behaviour to the community, and were ecstatic when my sister got a place to study at university, and met a boyfriend at the Christian Union that they deemed suitable. They were constantly pushing me to use her as a role model, to follow in her steps – to get good grades and get a place at university.
I had turned 18 and was in my last year of college when I met Sam. He was tall, dark haired and muscly, and I found him attractive before we had even spoken. We went on a couple of dates, to see a film, for walks, but he never took me to his house, and I never brought him to mine unless my parents weren’t in. He was a few years older than me, was a manual labourer, and wasn’t a Christian. They wouldn’t have approved.
A few months later I lost my virginity to him. The first time hurt, and he was quite rough, but we continued. I was naïve, but Sam was experienced and I was always horny. As often as I could I would sneak out of school to go and meet him. He had a car so we could drive out of town to places where nobody would catch us. On the way there his rough hand would slide slowly up my skirt, stroking my inner thigh and teasing and exciting me, so when his fingers finally inched up under my knickers and into my pussy, I would be soaking wet and would moan in ecstasy as he fingered my clit. As he slid his finger inside my hot, moist hole, my hand would be on his cock, which would be pressing against his trousers to be let out and sunk inside me.

When we got there we would be in a frenzy to get into the back to start fucking. He would bend me over the back seat and take me from behind, slamming into me while I screamed for more; one hand grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples, while the other would be rubbing my clit. I would come time and time again as his cock drilled into me, and until I could feel him start to throb, pumping cum inside me.
Sometimes when my family was out for a few hours, he would come to the house. He would lie on the bed and made me straddle his long, thick cock and ride him hard, or would fuck my mouth until he came. He would get on top of me, wrap my legs around him and start thrusting, biting hard on my nipples until I screamed.
We were generally quite careful when it came to protection. I wasn’t on the pill so we used condoms, but sometimes we were both so horny and desperate to start screwing that condoms were the last thing on our minds. So when I missed my period and a pregnancy test came up positive, although shocked, I wasn’t surprised. As soon as Sam found out, I never heard from him again, and it wasn’t long before my mother caught on to my morning sickness. When she told my father, I thought he would never speak to me again. They took me out of school before I started showing, and I had to tell my friends that I was moving schools. I was hardly allowed out of the house so nobody would see me and start gossiping.
They were so ashamed of me that they wanted me out. The first time my father spoke to me after he found out was to tell me that he had found me a cottage in village a few miles away, and I was 6 months pregnant when they moved me in. They gave me enough money to live off for the following 6 months; the house they had bought, but I had to pay bills and living expenses. Their parting words were, “You have got yourself into this mess. You now have a house, the rest is up to you. Find a job, don’t come to us for money.”
The cottage was small but comfortable enough. I was lonely and bored, and as the baby grew bigger, I grew more uncomfortable. I had no friends, my family rarely came to see me, and I never heard from Sam. I spent the days getting ready for the baby. I exercised and ate healthily – I didn’t want to end up like my mother after giving birth. At nights, it was always the same. I would kick off the covers and strip when I got too hot, and the cool air would make my nipples instantly stiffen. I would take the nubs between finger and thumb and slowly start to twist and play with them, causing a tingling in my pussy. I would slide my fingers in and out, getting wetter and wetter, playing with my clit before sliding my fingers back in deeply, reaching for my G-spot. Pregnancy had made me more sensitive, and I could come so easily, and until I grew too big, night after night I would lie in my bed masturbating, trying to satisfy my constant need for sex.
My father reluctantly agreed to let my mother come with me to the hospital when I went into labour. I gave birth to a baby boy, and called him Noah, and soon was back at home, lonely and bored. I began to look for jobs, but nobody would have me. I hadn’t finished my education, I had no work experience, and I was a young single parent. Money was running out, and although my mother tried to help me out, it was difficult to go behind my father’s back so her help was rare.
I adored my son. He was gorgeous, with blue eyes, and his father’s brown hair. He rarely cried, he slept a lot so I could too, and was easy to feed. When he needed feeding in the night I would bring him into my bed and he would suck milk from my breasts, relieving them so they were no longer full and leaking. Breastfeeding made me so horny, I loved the sucking, pulling feeling that my nipples were getting when Noah was fed, and when he fell asleep after feeds, several times a day I would find myself in my bedroom with my fingers buried in my slit, humping my hand so I would come and release the pressure built up inside me.
After a couple of weeks, my father finally visited. He nodded at Noah, and left me some books on spiritual guidance. But I still needed to find work, and I was getting desperate. Nobody would employ me, and my father was standing by his word that he would support us no more. He visited a second time, and dropped in a third time unannounced, with Mr Daniels, a friend of his. I think he realised I was lonely, so I guess he brought him along as somebody else I could talk to, who I already knew. I had met Mr Daniels several times while I was growing up, but hadn’t seen him since I was about 12. He and my father had known each other as young boys, and while my father was training to become a vicar, Mr Daniels had started his own business in town, but they remained friends throughout their lives.
My father and I were on better terms – or we could hold a conversation at least. He and Mr Daniels settled down in the living room while I brought through drinks, and we talked while Noah lay wriggling on my lap. I think Mr Daniels was the one person who my father could bring himself to tell about me, as they had known each other for so long, and because he did not live in my father’s parish. My father didn’t really look at me much, but I could feel Mr Daniels eyes on me, and I felt self-conscious in my low cut top and tight jeans, my tits bursting with milk. Although getting my post-baby figure back had not been a problem, I still wished I was wearing slightly more modest clothes so my cleavage was not so exposed.
They left after a while, and as quickly as I could I settled a hungry Noah onto my lap to feed him. As I began to pull out a nipple, I realised that they had been leaking, and there were damp patches over my tits. No wonder my father couldn’t look at me, and Mr Daniels couldn’t stop staring. I shut my eyes in embarrassment as Noah latched on. He started sucking hard, pulling mouthfuls of milk out of my sore breasts.
As I switched him over, I heard the front door front door open, and I quickly tried to pull Noah off and do my top back up, but as I looked up, Mr Daniels was standing in the doorway, unfazed by what was happening. I pulled my t shirt back down and tried to wrap my cardigan in front of my boobs to hide the damp patches, but he didn’t look away.
“I believe I left my wallet here,” he said, taking a step towards me. “But don’t stop by all means; I don’t get embarrassed by the sight of mothers nursing.”
Mr Daniels must have been in his late forties, a similar age to my father. He was tall, broad, and tanned, and was dressed in a suit – he must have been on his way home from the office. He wasn’t unattractive for a man of his age. When I was younger I had found him imposing, almost frightening; he and his wife had no children of their own, and hardly showed interest in me and my siblings. Although he was now giving me attention, he still had a similar impact on me. I felt him settle on the sofa next to me, so I gathered the courage to turn towards him and look him in the eye as he started to talk again.
“I gather from your father that you are looking for work in order to look after the baby.”
“Have you had any success?”
“No. Nobody can employ me, and even if they did, putting Noah in a nursery would be a huge expense in itself.” I stood up and started to rock Noah to sleep, and I could feel Mr Daniels’ eyes follow me, staring at my full, hurting breasts.
“Well perhaps I may be able to help you with that.”
I looked at him. If he could get me a job, it would be a miracle. I had stressed over the past months about where I was going to get money from, and had almost given up hope.
“Really? Do you know of a job? I would do anything to find work, to keep me and Noah going. Anything.”
“Well I would be able to find you a job in my firm if you wished. There is daycare, Noah would be looked after at no cost to you.” There was something in this man’s voice that I found strangely arousing. Or perhaps it was because I hadn’t been around men in a while, and I was desperate for a fuck.
“What is the job? What would I be doing?” Noah was asleep, so I gently put him in his Moses basket in his room and tucked him in, before coming back to face Mr Daniels.
“Come and sit down, Emily,” he patted the space on the sofa next to him, so I sat down facing him cross legged, intrigued by his proposition.
He shifted slightly closer to me, and if I hadn’t been so horny, or wanted a job so badly, I would have backed off.
“If you want this job badly enough, you will have to agree to exactly what I request of you.”
“I understand,” I said, while he shifted closer. “What is the job exactly?”
“The job is as my personal assistant. My VERY personal assistant.” He placed a hand under my top, and very slowly and gently began to lift it up, tiptoeing his fingers up my stomach. “There are things you would do for me that no other assistant would at my firm, or probably at any other. Because you have something that none of the job applicants can boast.”
“And what’s that?” I didn’t know whether to pull away, but I was getting more and more excited.
“Milk.” He said, and he suddenly pulled my top right up and my bra down, pushed me back on the sofa and began sucking hard on my nipple, milking and squeezing my breast so the milk flooded into his thirsty mouth. I grabbed his hair and tried to pull him off, but the release felt so good, and he was so strong that I gave up almost immediately and let him feed from my swollen tit, my eyes shut and moaning with relief. I let my knees fall open and felt my pussy moisten almost immediately, and he stopped sucking, my nipple popped out of his mouth and he started quickly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, giving me no time to struggle. He slipped one finger, then two, straight into my slit.
“God you are wet, you whore,” he said, thrusting his fingers in and out, before resuming his hard sucks at my tit, before switching over to the other. I was in ecstasy, my tit being drained while his long fingers teased my clit and slid in and out, so rough it almost hurt. Almost. “So are you going to be my assistant? You don’t really have much choice. If you say no, daddy is going to find out about us. Well, he is going to find out that I came back to pick up my wallet, and you were so horny you jumped on me.”
My mind was going crazy. I half wanted to slap him, for being so forward, for being a blackmailing son of a bitch, but I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I needed his cock, slammed deep inside me, pumping his hot sperm into me while I screamed and climaxed around it.
“Well?” He started pushing and curling his fingers into me that it was starting to hurt. “What’s your answer?”
“YES!” I screamed, “YES, I’ll do it!”
“Good,” He took one last, long hard pull from my breast, swallowed, and started to rip his suit off, taking off his jacket, pulling of his shirt and tie, and struggling with his trouser zip as his erection fought to get out. I sat up, pulled my bra and top off completely, as he said “You will obey my rules. Or you will lose your job.”
“Yes,” I said, “I’ll do anything.”
He pulled me against him hard, my nipples crushed against his chest, causing my desire to be fucked to increase even further. He took off his shorts, knelt on the floor, grabbed my ass and pulled me hard to the edge of the sofa, where he could easily pull my jeans and thong off. He spread my legs, and I was so wet and ready for him that he thrust straight in, splitting me in two with his huge cock, making me scream out in ecstasy. He started fucking me hard, gripping my hips and pulling me into his cock so he would go even deeper.
He pulled my legs around him, and stood up, picking me up while his cock was still buried in me. He sat down on the sofa so I was straddling him, and immediately began feeding from me again, drawing the milk out, roughly biting and pulling my nipple so the white liquid came streaming out into his greedy mouth. I started riding him, sliding my pussy up and down his shaft while he drank, humping at his cock as fast as I could, rapidly building up towards an orgasm.
When it hit me, I couldn’t stop myself screaming, and I ground my hips into his as wave upon wave of sweet sensation flooded through me, my pussy throbbing, milk bursting out of me into his hungry mouth. It didn’t take long for him either. He picked me up again and lay me on the floor so he could fuck me as hard as he could, slamming his groin into mine as he came, both of us panting, sweat and milk running down our chests as we finished screwing.
He pulled out and I sat up, reaching for my clothes. I pulled on my knickers and picked up my bra, but he put his hand out to stop me.
“Rule number one, no wearing bras anymore. If your tits need draining, I will do it while your son is in daycare. Come to the office for 9 on Monday morning, you can start work then.”
After dressing and picking up his keys, he looked me up and down as I stood there topless, and he smiled. “See you Monday.”

That night I hardly slept. Having checked that my screams of pleasure hadn’t woken Noah, I ran a hot bath and soaked in it for an hour, trying to relax my mind and body for the day to follow — my first day “working” for Mr Daniels. It was difficult to stop imagining what was going to happen, and absentmindedly I slid my finger down my stomach to my clit, and I pushed it inside me, curling it up towards my G-spot. As I approached my orgasm my toes curled in pleasure, and found myself pinching and pulling my nipples as I came, fantasizing about what was to come.
After drying off, I sat naked on my bathroom floor, painting my nails scarlet, waxing my legs, and I made a mental note to book an appointment for a Brazilian; I was sure my new employer would want me to be well groomed everywhere. I stood up and stared at myself in the mirror. My wavy brown hair only just covered my nipples, my stomach was nearly as flat as it had been before I had Noah, and my skin was a lovely golden colour, due to the naked sunbathing I had done in the garden while my baby slept under the shade of a tree.
I had been to Mr Daniel’s office just before I got pregnant, so I was vaguely aware where I needed to drop Noah off the next morning. I expressed enough milk for him to have throughout the next day, hoping my supply would be enough for two hungry boys. Noah woke at half six for his first feed — at 2 months old he still demanded to be fed every 3 hours. When he was finished I settled him back down again, showered, and started to get ready. I scrubbed my skin and moisturised so it was smooth to touch. I dried my hair so it fell loosely over my shoulders. I sprayed perfume onto my cleavage, behind my ears and between my soft thighs. Remembering what Mr Daniels had said, I didn’t put on a bra but slipped into a pair of white lace French knickers, a black pencil skirt and a peach blouse. Mascara, blusher, lipstick, and I was ready.
I arrived at the office just before 9, parked my old car, and took Noah into the nursery on the second floor. I handed him and several bottles over and made sure he was settled before getting into the lift to meet Mr Daniels. My heart was racing, I was nervous and excited, and I started to feel myself getting slightly wet at the prospect of the day. The doors opened, and I stepped out into the reception.
“Where would I find Mr Daniels’ office please, I’m his new assistant.”
“Office 15, the last door on your left at the end of the corridor,” the secretary replied. “Strange, he never mentioned anything about somebody new starting today.”
I smiled and quickly began walking, the noise of my heels echoing down the corridor. I reached number 15, took a deep breath and knocked.
“Come in.” I pushed the door open and stepped inside into a spacious office. His desk faced the door, and he was sat behind it on a large leather chair, wearing an expensive looking suit and a pair of dark rimmed glasses, staring at his computer screen. He suddenly closed the laptop and looked up.
“Ah, Emily. I was worried you were going to change your mind. And I’m certainly glad you haven’t.”
I hesitated, I didn’t know what to say. I bit my lip and cleared my throat, trying to think of something, but I didn’t have to.
“I assume you have left your son downstairs.” I nodded. “Good, now lock the door, take off your jacket and come over here.”
I obeyed and locked it, before slipping off my coat and laying it on a chair along with my handbag, before slowly walking over to him. He took off his glasses, and placed both hands firmly on my hips.
“You look very nice,” he said, slowly moving his hands up to the small of my back. He suddenly pulled me down onto his lap, and ran his hands further up my back. “Good girl, I see you listened to my first rule.”
He traced his hands back down again, brushing over my hips and moving down to the hem of my skirt, which he slowly started to tug up, while nuzzling my neck. He pulled my skirt right up so he could turn me towards him and straddle him; my increasingly dampening pussy was pulled right over his increasingly hardening cock. Without saying anything, he started to unbutton my blouse and pulled it open, before grabbing a full tit and pulling it into his mouth. He cupped it with both hands and started to suck hard, making grunting noises of pleasure as my hot milk filled his mouth. He switched sides, pulling in the other, catching my nipple in his teeth and causing me to gasp and pull back, before pressing myself back in. It felt so good, milk was being sucked out of me while my knickers were dripping wet, I started to grind slightly on his cock, desperate for it to be deep inside me. He moved his hands to my thighs and gripped them, pulling our groins even closer together.
This carried on for a few more minutes, him feeding from my swollen breasts while I ground myself onto his erect cock. He started to slow his sucking down, and let go of my sore nipple. He pushed me off and I stood up. He began to unbutton his trousers, and his erection sprung out — I looked at it greedily, I needed it inside me so badly. I started to pull down my knickers, more than ready to be fucked.
“What are you doing?” He said, and I looked up. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
“But — I thought this is why I’m here.”
“You are here to do exactly what I want. And since I’ve done you the favour of sucking your titties, you are going to suck my cock.”
And he took my hand and pulled me to the floor. I knelt up and opened my mouth to slide his hot meat straight in. He took my head into his hands, gripped my hair and began to work me faster and faster over his cock. I flicked my tongue over the shaft as I sucked him off, the tip pushing deeper and deeper down my throat until he started to climax, pumping hot cum inside my mouth. I swallowed what I could, his cock pulsing, his hands shaking, before letting go of my hair, and letting his cock slide out of his mouth.
He sat for a few seconds, his heavy breathing slowing down and I stood up, tugging my skirt back down to the knee, but at the same time desperate for my pussy to have some attention.
“Good,” he said. “Through that door is the bathroom, tidy yourself up then I’ll have someone show you to your office and how things work around here.”
When I walked back in he was stood by the window, looking out over the city.
“Ok, sit down and we’re going to talk some things through. Your office is going to be next door to mine. Whenever I need you, I will buzz for you. You can make yourself useful when I’m not using your body by doing some easy administration work and other errands for me. I don’t want you to talk of our arrangement to anyone else, or to find you flirting with any of my employees. And you will be faithful to me…unless I say otherwise. We don’t want your father finding out about this now, do we?” He watched me shake my head, before pressing a buzzer, on his desk. “One of the girls is going to show you around. Fill in some paperwork, sort your wages out, get you settled into your office. I will see you a bit later.”
I was shown round the floor, taught how to use the photocopier, given a password to the computer on my desk. My office was tiny, but I hardly imagined I would be in there for long periods of time. I settled down and began to start typing up some documents for Mr Daniels, and it wasn’t long before the buzzer rang.
“My office please Emily.”
I knocked and stepped in. “Yes Mr Daniels?”
“Close and lock the door.”
He wanted to drink from me again and nothing else, and it happened several times throughout the day. My nipples were sore, but I was horny as hell, desperate to be fucked. As he was drinking from me he would occasionally brush his hand over my crotch, but never go further. He knew he was teasing me, and he knew that he could do whatever he wanted with me. I was under his control, and he knew it well. As soon as he was done, he lifted me off his lap, told me to button up my shirt, and sent me back off to work.
It was nearly 5 when he buzzed for me the last time. I was frustrated, I needed to fuck and I had been stimulated so much from the constant sucking of my tits and rubbing of my crotch against his. I walked into his office, locked the door, and stood there, waiting for him to tell me what to do.
This time he got up from his desk, and walked over to me, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He reached his arms around me and unzipped my skirt, sharply pulling it down and I stepped out of it. He then started to undo my blouse, for what seemed like the tenth time that day. I tried not to look at him, I was uneasy, unaware what he was about to do. Suddenly he grabbed me under my arse and picked me up, pulling my legs around him, and slamming my back against the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands gripped me tight, his groin pressed me hard into the door, and he began to bite my neck, starting softly before biting harder and harder. His bare chest was crushed against mine, and I could feel milk slowly starting to trickle out. He pulled me away from the door, walked into a space in the room, and lay me down on the carpet. He pushed my legs open and lay between them, yanked back my blouse and began to nurse at me, sucking hard at my tired nipples, but at the same time my pussy began to tingle, and I ached for him to start screwing me.
“You’ve been very good today,” he said, swallowing a mouthful of my hot milk. “It’s time for your reward.”
With one hand and his mouth on one tit, he reached down with the other, pushed my knickers aside and slid a finger straight into my pussy.
“So tight and wet,” he said letting go of my nipple for just that second, and kept thrusting harder and harder, until my hips started to buck from pleasure, needing more.
He slid a second finger in, stretching me a tiny bit more. His breathing was getting faster and faster, and I started to moan, pushing my head back and my legs further open as I felt an orgasm start to build.
“I didn’t say you could come yet.”
He stopped immediately, pulled out his fingers, and began unbuckling his trousers. He didn’t even have time to take them off completely in his urgency to be inside me, they reached his ankles before he plunged his cock inside me, and I started to come immediately, wave upon wave of delicious ecstasy sweeping over me as my pussy contracted over his cock, milking it and pulling it deeper inside of me. He pulled my legs over his shoulders, and running his nails up and down the insides of my thighs as he pumped his cock into my hungry pussy, digging his nails into me leaving long red scratch marks. It felt so good.
My orgasm slowly subsided, but he was not finished, and neither was I. It was my turn, I wanted to ride him. I slid my legs off his shoulders, and before he knew what was happening, I had straddled him and started to move my hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of my tight hole. He held onto my hips tight, and I leant forward and grazed my nipples over his chest as I fucked him. He took one of my tits into my hand and squeezed it, milk spraying onto his chest. I started fucking him harder and harder, feeling myself about to come again, my toes curling inside my heels, rolling a nipple with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other.
The sweet sensation of climax overwhelmed me again; I started to slow down, panting and beginning to sweat. His hands gripped my thighs and he flipped me over, onto my hands and knees and he fucked me Rockygy style. I had never been fucked so hard in my life; he held onto both my hips and rammed himself into me time and time again, grunting in concentration as he started to come. He pulled his hips into me one last time, and I could feel him come inside me, ropes of semen squirting deep inside me, his cock throbbing, my pussy throbbing. He rocked his cock and my hips together as his orgasm subsided, before pulling out of me.
I lay on the floor trying to catch my breath, while he stood up and started to dress.
“It’s just gone quarter past 5,” he said. “You better go and pick up your son, but I expect you at the same time tomorrow.”
“Yes Mr Daniels,” I said, standing up, my legs shaking slightly. I dressed and tidied myself up as best as I could. “See you tomorrow.” I was looking forward to it.

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