Creamy Goodness 2

Milking Polly-1

Milking Polly

By Elliot Silvestri

Chapter One

“What do you want for an anniversary present?” Polly asked.

“We aren’t married,” was Ben’s quick response.

“We’ve been dating for seven years,” she pointed out.

“It’s been that long?” he asked, surprised.

She swatted him gently over the head with her paperback book as they lay in bed together reading before turning out the light to go to sleep. “Yes!”

“Oh. I don’t know…what’s traditional for a seven year anniversary where you aren’t married?”

“I’m not asking what you think is traditional. I want to know what you want,” Polly insisted.

Ben wasn’t buying her assertions and carefully put down his Nook. “You don’t really want to know what I want for an anniversary present. You just want to get me something nice to commemorate the moment to make me happy.” He tried to keep his tone neutral, but the words were harsh.

She kept her temper. “Fine then, do you want nothing?”

He certainly didn’t want to piss off his long term girlfriend. Ben tried again. “Can I have anything I want?”

“Within reason. If it’s something we can afford and something I can do for you. You can ask for a real working lightsaber all you want, but you’re not going to get one.”

The wheels started turning in his mind. “Can it be something that you do for me?” he asked deviously.

Polly was no fool. “Depends on what you want me to do. Don’t forget, I want a present from you too,.”

“Wait. I didn’t ask what you wanted,” he protested.

“Do you think you’re just going to get an anniversary present and I get nothing?” she demanded.

“Oh. Right. Good point.” He nodded thoughtfully. “What do you want then?”

“I asked first.”

“How about we both write down what we want and trade them at the same time?” he asked.

“You don’t trust me?” Polly laid a hand on her chest and adopted the pose of a wounded woman.

“I trust you…but what I’m going to ask for…you might not like.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What do you think I’m going to ask for?”

His voice became blasé. “Jewelry, chocolate, roses. One of them. I’m the one who’s going to ask for something kinky.”

Now Polly frowned at Ben. “Really? You think that’s what I’m going to ask for?”

Ben tried again. “Maybe a vacation trip somewhere exotic?” He knew he was on thin ice.

She jumped out of bed and ran for the door. Despite the situation, Ben couldn’t help but admire her little ass under her purple panties and the tight white t-shirt she normally wore to bed. Polly returned to the room a minute later with two pieces of paper and two pencils.

“I know what I’m asking for, buddy,” she told him handing over one of each. “I’m betting yours isn’t nearly as interesting.”

Using the back of her book as an ersatz writing desk she scribbled a few words onto her paper and waited impatiently as Ben did the same using his Nook.

“Ready?” she asked holding up her paper and reaching for his.

“You aren’t going to like it,” he warned her.

“Who says you’re going to like mine?”

After a few practice snatches, they managed to exchange their papers with a minimum of fuss and argument.

When Ben read what she had written he looked up and asked, “Can I watch?”

Polly’s response was different. “Why don’t you just ask me to get a boob job?”

The size of her breasts had long been a sore point in Polly’s life. Her t**s had stopped growing as a teenager and she could barely fill out the smallest bras in the best lingerie stores. Ben professed that he didn’t care about the size of her breasts. In truth, he didn’t. He was more interested in her p***y and her small breasts didn’t bother him the least. Her small n*****s were a delight for him to play with and he could often bring her right to the edge of orgasm just by sucking, biting, squeezing, and teasing them.

“No. Does it say I want you to get a boob job?” he asked with a tinge of anger in his voice.

Her response was equally huffy. “You want me to lactate!” she cried out. “That will make my boobs bigger.”

Over the years Polly had come to terms with her small bustline. She didn’t value herself by the size of her t**s, but she took offense whenever it was implied she needed to have a larger chest.

“Maybe, but probably not. I just want to taste your milk,” he insisted.

“You have a breast fixation,” she accused.

“I have a n****e fixation,” he countered. “That’s different. Your n*****s are pink and perfectly sized. I just want them in my mouth more. I want to taste you milk.”

“That’s really weird,” she told him. “Do you really want that?”

“Yes.”

“What brought this about?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. You watch some porn clips on the internet, you watch a few more, type in the search term for breasts, and then next thing you know there are videos of lactating women spraying their breast milk all over the place.”

She regarded him with a frown. “And you want this?”

“I want to try it. If you know anything about it, you know that it’s a lot harder to do than you think.”

“I’m not getting pregnant,” Polly said flatly.

“You don’t have to get pregnant, you just need to take a few natural homeopathic stimulants and have regular, steady breast and n****e stimulation.”

Her gaze didn’t change. “You’ve been studying this a little too much, I think.”

“It won’t hurt,” he promised her.

“I doubt that.”

“How you would know unless you try?” he asked. “And you’re the one who asked for this. Are you backing out now?”

She considered his request…and the opportunity she had requested from him. “No, I’m not backing out. But I want to know if you’ll give me what I asked for.”

Ben didn’t have to look at her request. He had already memorized it. “I already said yes.”

“What? No you didn’t.”

“You probably didn’t hear me because you were thinking about your t**s,” he said. “I already said ‘Can I watch?’”

“I thought you were kidding.”

“I’m not. I’d like to watch you having s*x with another guy.”

Her eyes goggled. “You would?”

Ben moved closer to her, pressing his body against hers. “Sure. Why not. You’re beautiful. I love watching you c*m. It would be f*****g incredible if I could watch another guy make you cum.”

“You’d let me do this? What if you couldn’t watch? What if I wanted to have s*x with other men and not tell you about it at all?”

He shook his head. “I would know if you had s*x with someone else. I’d demand details.”

“That’s f*****g weird.”

“Most people call it kinky.”

“You’re getting off on the fact I want to cheat on you,” she pointed out. His c**k, hidden under the covers of the bed and partially shielded behind his boxers, was still hard and pressing on her thigh.

“Yeah? So? Is it wrong to be kinky?”

“I didn’t think you were this kinky.”

“Orange juice with extra pulp,” he reminded her.

“Oh. Yeah. Right. That.” They had been dating four years and been living together for two before they had revealed that both preferred extra pulpy orange juice. Their entire time up to then they had been buying plain no pulp orange juice because one had assumed the other liked it plain. “You really want to try this?” she asked him.

In response Ben pushed up the edge of Polly’s shirt, over the slight bump of her breast, exposing a n****e and licked it. “Yes,” he said as he watched the little pink nub wrinkle up at the cooling effect of his saliva combined with the s****l thrill he had just given her. “Want to start now?”

“I don’t have any guy I can just call up to come over and f**k me,” she said softly hoping he’d lick her n****e again.

“I wasn’t talking about that,” he said and lowered his mouth to her n****e. She sighed and inhaled deeply, feeling her n****e drawing as deeply as possible into his mouth.

“Oh. This. Yeah. Okay, go ahead.” She was already resting her head back into the pillow to enjoy what he was about to do to her.

She expected him to suck on her a bit more, then switch to the other breast, and probably push his hand down into her panties. That would be a good way to start s*x for the night. But that didn’t happen exactly. Sure Ben sucked and bit at her n****e, and even moved his hand to lightly pinch her other n****e, but he didn’t progress any further. He just kept sucking on her right n****e and holding the left.

After this had gone on too long, she spoke up. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t like it?” he asked taking a quick break from sucking.

“It’s nice,” she admitted without saying that her panties were slowly getting wet from his oral stimulation of her n****e. “But you need to move things along.”

Ben shook his head. “Nope. Most of the guides I’ve read say you need to be stimulated for at least ten minutes per day on each breast.” He glanced at the clock. “We’ve got five more minutes on this one and then ten on the other.”

“You’re serious?!”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I didn’t think we’d be starting tonight.”

He looked miffed. “And they say that women want more foreplay. Are you the exception.” Ben placed has hand over her panty-covered p***y. It was easy to feel the heat and moisture coming up through the cotton. He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe you like it more than you’re admitting.”

She sighed, half with frustration, half with desire. “Could you rub my clit a little?” she asked. She wasn’t able to meet his eyes. She could never talk about what she wanted in bed unless she was drunk, on the edge of cumming, or if the room was completely dark.

“Sure.” He went back to her n****e but also slipped his hand into her panties. She parted her legs allowing him access to her p***y. Polly’s mound was completely smooth. She had taken a bath before coming to bed and had removed the day’s pubic stubble. Even though she knew it made her look more like a pre-pubescent girl Polly had been shaving her p***y for too many years to let her pubes grow back in. She liked the way it made s*x feel. She liked being smooth and unblemished. It had taken a couple of years for her to convince Ben to trim back his pubic hair and shave his balls, but their s*x life was the better for it.

She was disappointed he didn’t push his finger into her p***y, but settled into the gentle stimulation of his palm covering her clit. It felt good. Before she knew it he let go of her n****e and switched to her left breast.

“Already?”

“I don’t want to over stimulate you,” he said. “Roll a bit to your side.” It took them a minute to get into position, but once that was done Polly found herself enjoying what he was doing to her body…especially her breast. The left was a little sore from his enthusiastic sucking, but her p***y was good and wet and ready to go once he was done with the left tit.

When he was done nursing from her left breast Ben yanked off her panties. Polly helped him by lifting up her legs and allowing the purple panties to be easily removed. When his hand returned to her cunt, Polly was amazed at how easily his fingers penetrated deeply into her. She knew she was aroused and wet but she hadn’t realized how greatly he had prepared her. Almost immediately she was pulling his hand away and encouraging Ben to get on top of her. She wanted his c**k now.

It was a bit of a struggle to get him out of his boxers, but soon he was free and he entered her easily. She groaned in appreciation at being filled wonderfully by his c**k. Although Ben was perfectly average sized, Polly knew she had a craving for c**k that was somewhat unnatural but when her p***y was filled all coherent thought left her mind. Their f*****g wasn’t languorous or gentle. They rutted like animals in heat. Ben didn’t last more than two minutes inside her silken p***y before he came, shooting heavy ropes of spunk deep into her womb.