Feeding the Flow (part 10 of the Business) by wolfboyurges
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Now that Carla has induced a flow of lactation, she needs to feed to protein requirements with a special diet , Feeding the flow
The first time Carla felt the flow from her nipples, she was on the goat milking machine.
The next suckling session was a few hours later when Bruce joined her in bed.
Nearly every two hours she had someone or something providing suction on her nipples to induce lactation and now it had begun. It felt wonderful and she could not wait for the flow to increase beyond a few drops. It felt fabulous, like nothing before. Her nipples always stimulated her directly to her clitoris and pussy but, this sensation was an added intensity and emotional gratification.
Her husband sucked her nipples slowly and gradually increased his suction and soft oral squeezing in his mouth. He loved to please her by any means at all. Her new urge to be suckled made him excited and powerful. Every time he took her nipples now it was a guarantee of another orgasmic journey. He tasted the milk and it made him stiffer than usual. Bruce continued to pull her whole milk duct structure of aureola and erect nipple ducts into his mouth and apply as much suction as he could.
Her tissue was red and sore each time but, the nipples were becoming perceptibly larger in just a few weeks. Fingering her as he drank in her energy, he made Carla extremely close to the edge of orgasm and then sent her over the precipice, in an erotic free fall. She had come so hard so many times today; it put her out like a light switch.
Bruce was gone when she awoke. It was still early and she considered sleeping an and taking a day off. No it was better to not miss work right now.
Later in her pregnancy she might need to miss some days and she should save any sick leave until she really needed it. In the kitchen she poached an egg while she hooked herself up to the goat milking machine. The cups for her tits really fit very well and it made her feel really hot knowing her milk had started to flow already. She played with her puss at the table and then had some toast with her egg. She had missed a day at the office for her investment group meetings with Mr. Jensen.
The office duty was pretty boring with just a couple of calls normally but, it gave her something to talk about with her friends and neighbors. She avoided having to explain her income as an occasional high level corporate escort. The answering service replaced her from time to time and nobody really knew a thing about her secret life as a sex worker.
The big stainless steel farm duty goat milking machine was far to big and noisy to have around the office.
She had a normal mothers breast pump to use in the restroom every couple of hours to maintain her lactation inducing routine. She would put a sign on the door out front and then take a break for 15 to 20 minutes to keep up her schedule. Sometimes her husband Bruce would meet her for lunch and he could take over on the suckling duties.
She also had one or two regular clients of her own that got off on the whole lactation thing and they were eager to sneak in when she could lock up the office for a while and get her breasts sucked hard. These odd fetishes always paid more than straight sex and made up for the time spent pretending to be just a secretary receptionist.
That weekend was a livestock show at one of the County Fairgrounds nearby.
Bruce got a room and they spent Saturday morning looking at miniature horses and got to talk to some of the fathers looking for livestock for their needy teen daughters. The unspoken advantages of no pregnancy or late night car dates provided good reasons for these wealthy parents to provide a special activity for their little girls. The country club set teenagers knew all the possible activities for the little horse studs.
The word was out, with these high society girls, though they only spoke about it in the most selective company.
There were also some slightly larger breeds that seemed interesting. Welsh ponies were pretty big in comparison but, not like a full sized horse. Carla spent some time looking at a Welsh “A” sized stud for sale. The larger Welsh “B” was more common and there were vendors with carts, harnesses and tack of all types.
Bruce recognized on of the leather workers from “Downtown Leather” in the City. She had been in the Folsom Street Fair selling bondage harnesses and leather cuffs for the kinky set. Carla saw her too and knew her as an occasional sex worker around town. They chatted about the miniature horses and ponies and the woman knew exactly which families bought their daughters little studs for fucking on their estate grounds.
She often sold them special restraining harnesses to protect the young girls until they learned how to position themselves safely for a good horse fucking. Carla spoke about her experiences at John and Jenny’s ranch in Nevada. The woman seemed very interested in meeting them as an outlet for her specialty leather work. When Carla told her about the minister’s wife binding a huge draft horse in the trailer and getting pounded by his pile driving penis, the woman was fascinated.
She could imagine the size of that Clydesdale’s cock but, wanted to see something like that at work! Bruce asked if she would be interested in joining them for a visit to the Silver State and it was agreed that when there was a break in the horse show circuit, this new friend would join them on a road trip.
Carla looked into a case behind the counter and bought some leather hand restraints and leg shackles. Mr.
Jensen had been quite turned on by her taking charge the other day and she thought another time would come for her to strap him up and use her control on him. Bruce notices some unusual collars and was told they were for controlling sheep. He bought one and figured he would be visiting those Basque herders sometime and wanted to be prepared. Their new friend was Marla and she invited them to come to her hotel after the fair.
Their room was at the same hotel and they agreed to be there before dinner.
In another area of the stock show were some herding dog breeds from Australia and New Zealand. Carla took an interest in these canine exhibitors. Heather a middle aged woman from Colorado had some mixed breeds that were known for winning herding contests not kennel club events. “Heather’s Herd Dogs” had an established following in the mountain states.
They were a motley bunch of hounds having eyes of mismatched colors and odd fur and markings. One of the females turned her back side to Bruce and presented her moist sex organs. The woman laughed and asked Bruce if he had been doing any ranching. Bruce looked at his boots and realized the dogs must have picked up the smell of their recent ranch visits.
This dog bitch knew what went on at the farm and showed Bruce she was ready if he was.
They went along to more vendors and looked at some beautiful carriages and coaches used in the taxi and park carriage trade. They were quite beautiful and afforded plenty of privacy. Carla’s thoughts wandered to what kind of fun might be possible in such a luxurious carriage in the park. Bruce read her mind as she gazed and wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the neck.