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  DAIRY DELIGHTS COLLECTION

  10 Delicious Tales of First Time Feedings

  By

  Ana Thalia

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Smokin' Hot Press on Smashwords

  Copyright 2015 by Ana Thalia

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  All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS:

  Milk Money

  Making the Milk Maid

  Bountiful Nanny

  MILF Express

  Milking the MILF

  Wet Nurse Nanny

  Feeding Frenzy

  Lactose Indulgent 1

  Lactose Indulgent 2

  Lactose Indulgent 3

  There is a list of Smokin' Hot Press authors and titles at the end.

  About the Author

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  Dairy Delights Collection

  10 Delicious Tales of First Time Feedings

  Milk Money

  There were very few people in the office building's ground floor lobby. Megan paused after stepping out of the elevator, dreading the long walk home. She really needed that receptionist job, but it was already filled.

  She headed for the entrance. Her heels clattered on the marble floor as she weaved through the few workers heading for the elevators. Lucky bastards. The men were looking her up and down with appreciation as they passed. Megan was dressed to impress, in a professional way, in white blouse, pencil skirt, and stilettos. Most of the men were staring at her big, milk-swollen boobs.

  Her head was spinning, mind moving at a thousand miles an hour. How was she going to buy groceries? She had about a week's worth of food money, and then what? Megan had a baby to feed.

  Pausing just inside the glass doors while a strikingly handsome man entered, she stared off into space and shook her head.

  "Who does a girl have to sleep with to get a job?"

  "Pardon?" the businessman said, halfway through the door.

  "What? Oh! I'm sorry, I was just…I'm sorry," she said, and tried to slip around him. Instead, her big boobs pressed into him and they both stopped. Their eyes caught and held, and it was intense. "Oh my. I'm — "

  "Sorry, yes I know," he said, and grinned. "I'm Victor Townsend."

  "Hi. I’m Megan Milan," she said, looking up at the man towering over her. Was that bulge pressed into her lower belly his… "Ooookay. I'd shake your hand, but we seem to have gone past that point. Sorry to have bothered you this morning."

  His eyes dropped to her boobs. Though completely covered by her blouse, they were straining at the fabric and there was no mistaken their size. When he continued to stare, and didn't seem inclined to let her pass, she followed his eyes down and discovered her chest was getting wet.

  "Oh god, I'm leaking again," she said without thought. Her face heated up. "I have a nursing child, and…it's a problem. Once again — "

  "Yeah, you're sorry," he said, and laughed. "Nothing to be sorry for. Do you work in this building?"

  "No. I just applied for a receptionist job on the seventh floor, but it was already filled," she said. "Which means I have to go find a job. Fast."

  "I have a job for you," Victor said.

  She felt that bulge in her lower belly. It was getting bigger. "I bet you do. I need a real job."

  "I really do need help," he said. "Domestic help. I'm a bachelor, and I just fired my maid service."

  "Really? You want me to be a maid?"

  "Do you have a better prospect?"

  That was like a gut punch. It would be money, though she doubted it would be much. No one needed a full-time maid. Especially a bachelor, who probably had a very small place.

  "I'll pay you as much a week as the receptionist job would," Victor said. "And the hours would be much better."

  "The receptionist job paid five hundred a week."

  "I can do that."

  She stared up at him a long moment. At first, not much was going on inside her head. Megan didn't know what to think. That bulge poking her in the belly told her to walk away. The growl in her stomach was the counterpoint. But still…

  "Okay," she said, and kind of surprised herself when she did. Now she was committed. "When do I start?"

  "Noon today too early?"

  In her head, Megan heard 'nooner." She was pretty confident that he wanted her to clean more than just his apartment. That thought gave her a tingle inside, and it got a little hot between her legs.

  "Noon it is," she said. "Where should I meet you."

  Chapter Two

  Megan arrived at his address dressed to work. She wore a pink tank, faded jeans, and workout shoes. She worried a little about how dirty his place would be, since he was a bachelor who admitted to firing his last maid service. But she suspected she'd be paid by the hour, so the longer it took the better.

  She wasn't sure what he'd meant when he said she'd be paid the same as the receptionist job. Did that mean she'd be on salary, and be paid no matter how much work she did? Or she'd be paid at the same hourly rate? The whole scenario happened so fast she hadn't asked all of the right questions.

  "Time will tell," she said, then shook her head. The high-rise condo building looked expensive. He was obviously doing quite well. "Maybe I should've dressed nicer."

  "Megan!" Victor called, getting out of a cab. "Right on time."

  "Hello, Mr. Townsend," she said, suddenly feeling nervous. Butterflies danced in her belly. He really looked good in that suit. Megan judged him to be fifteen, twenty years her senior. Not old, but maybe a little too old for her. "I'm eager to get to work. I got a baby to feed, after all."

  He eyes dropped to her boobs, and the little bit of deep cleavage the tank revealed. The bra made her tits look even bigger, and since it was bought pre-baby, it was a little too small. Megan was always well-endowed, but now her boobs bulged out. They were quite heavy. His obviously hungry gaze gave her a little thrill she hadn't enjoy since before the baby was born, and before her boyfriend skipped town.

  "Good," he said. "The place isn't too dirty right now. I just wanted to get you…um…started. Get you to work."

  Megan glanced down at his crotch. Yes, there it was. A big bulge. Her insides got all warm and fuzzy and her chest tightened.

  Oh god, he is so going to bang my brains out, she thought.

  He moved up close, placing his hand on the small of her back, and urging her towards the building. Her breath caught at the feel of that possessive touch. As she obediently turned and let him guide her, control her, Megan felt warm wetness spread between her legs.

  Victor took her through the opulent lobby, up an elevator, and finally to the tenth floor. The two bedroom condo was much larger than Megan expected, It was stylishly furnished, with hardwood floors, and a spectacular view of downtown.

  With his hand on her back, Victor hurried her through the condo and straight into a bedroom. Megan bit her lip, insides a hot mess.

  Oh god, he's not going to wait, she thought, staring at the queen-sized bed. He's going to screw me right now.

  Then she noticed everything on the bed. A Christian Louboutin shoe box. A black dress with white lace and a lacy apron, black hose, and was
that a garter belt? Then she realized it was a French Maid uniform. A very sexy, low cut maid uniform.

  "Y-You want me to wear that?"

  "Of course. That's what maid's wear," he said, his dark eyes hungry.

  She rolled her eyes. Megan rubbed her lips together, looking both ways. But there was no thought of leaving. It was a job. She had a baby to feed and rent to pay.

  "Maybe in France," she whispered. "And porn movies."

  "I'm sorry, I didn't hear?" he said.

  "I said I'll put it right on," Megan said, twisting to the side to put a couple of feet between them. "I'll be right out."

  "Great. I'll show you around once you're ready," he said, and left the room.

  Megan closed the door. There was no lock. So she turned to the bed, and her uniform. With a big sigh, she pulled the pink tank off and kicked off her workout shoes. Getting the snug jeans off took a bit more effort, wiggling and gasping. Yeah, she liked tight jeans.

  Examining the dress, she sighed again. There was no way she could wear a bra with the way it was designed. There was practically no back. It was barely held up by spaghetti straps. If she'd worn thongs, then she'd be okay. But she didn't, so at least for her first day on the job Megan had to go commando.

  Megan put the garter belt on first, and then sat on the end of the bed to pull the black silk stockings up her legs. Old fashioned, real silk stockings, with the seam up the back. After attaching the garter belt to them, she slipped into the uniform dress. It was snug and flattering, making her glad she'd hit the gym so hard after giving birth. The dress had built in breast cups, that held her heavy, milk-laden boobs high and proud. Yet, the neckline plunged so deep all she saw in the mirror was cleavage.

  The shoes were pure, to-die-for Fuck Me Pumps of the highest haute couture level. Red sole that called to her, and three sassy straps. Best of all…the shoes FIT.

  "Oh yes," she said, teetered atop the five and a half inch stilettos. "I never dreamed I'd get to wear Christian Louboutin shoes."

  Finally, she finished off her "uniform" with the big silver hoop earrings and black satin choker left on the bed. Megan studied herself in the dresser mirror, wondering if she should put her waist-length black hair up, or twist it into a sexy French braid. Or would Victor prefer it down? She'd have to figure that out, but she left it down since it felt like she was taking too long.

  After applying another coat of red lip gloss, she popped her lips and sucked in a deep breath.

  "It's party time," she said, and stepped out of the door.

  "Wow," Victor said. "You are stunning. Those big…" She arched a brow. "…blue eyes just pop in the light. With your dark hair and pale skin you are the epitome of the French Maid."

  Yeah, he was staring at her tits.

  "Thank you, Mr. Townsend," Megan said, smiling and curtseying. "How may I serve you, sir?"

  From the look of primal lust that spread across his face, Megan realized she'd asked the wrong question. Victor quickly regained control of himself, but the deep hunger remained in his eyes. Megan's insides went from warm and fuzzy to hot and mushy in nothing flat. She swallowed hard, feeling hot wetness spreading between her legs.

  "Let me show you around," he said.

  Victor was quite proud of his condo, and rightly so. Megan oohed and awed at all the modern wonders in the gourmet kitchen, which was open to the living area. The deck was deep and long, really huge by downtown standards. And then they reached the master bedroom.

  "This is bigger than my whole apartment," Megan said, looking around in wonder. "Oh my god, your closet is as big as my bedroom."

  Megan turned quickly to head over to the master bath. Victor's hand was still on her lower back, but slid up as she turned and trailed across her breasts. She froze, eyes huge as she looked up into his eyes. His hand rested lightly on her left breast.

  They stood like that a long moment, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

  Megan's breath caught, her sex hot, achy, and wet. She gave her lip a quick, sexy little bite. That was all Victor needed. His hand tightened, giving her boob a little squeeze. And then a firmer squeeze when she didn't object.

  "Oh Victor," she said, throwing her arms around his neck when he wrapped her up in his arms and hugged her so wonderfully tight. Their lips melted together, and both moaned into that deep, open-mouth kiss. "Mmmmmmm."

  Victor's hands started roaming. Squeezing her butt. Fondling her. He broke free of their lip-lock, and started kissing, sucking, and nuzzling his way down her neck. Megan groaned when he pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and she felt her uniform falling down around her waist, leaving her heavy tits exposed.

  Megan pulled her upper body back, opening a gap, and they both looked down at her naked boobs. She cut her eyes up, biting her lip, studying his face. A look of wonder and awe spread across his handsome face, leaving her insides quivering like jello.

  One hand came up and squeezed a boob. She felt the let-down, and then milk dribbled out. Victor licked the milk off her tit, before sucking in her swollen, erect nipple. She closed her eyes, savoring the touch of a man after so long. He moaned and sucked harder. Soon he figured out how to suckle to maximum benefit, and she felt her milk really start to flow.

  "Ooooh, baby," she whispered, head rolling back.

  Victor stroked her boobs, kissing, nuzzling, and sucking on them and her nipples. He worked her over so well, pinching, pulling, rolling one nipple while he suckled on the other. Alternating between them often. Keeping the milk flowing.

  "Oh. Yes," she said, when his grip on her body and her tits tightened, got rougher, more urgent. His face, his eyes, were pure lust and animal hunger. Her pussy started to really ache and throb as she watched him. "Let me take care of you now."

  Megan unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. The cock's skin was so hot, but satiny smooth. She stroked him with a firm grip, feeling Victor get harder and harder in her hand. Suddenly he released her and started removing his shirt. She unfastened his belt and pants.

  "Get out of that dress," he said, stepping back to kick off his shoes and remove his pants.

  "Oh yes," she said, heart really starting to pound. It's been so long. Her insides were on fire, and her pussy ached so bad. Megan pushed the uniform down over her flaring hips, wiggling and panting. "Oh baby."

  "No. Don't," Victor said when she started to remove her shoes.

  A second later the raven-haired beauty was swept up in his arms. Victor kissed her, and then crawled up onto the bed. He laid her out in the middle, and snuggled up close. His bold hands roamed Megan's body, from her knees to her face. Stroking her. Caressing her. And rubbing her in all the right places. It didn't take long before she was a writhing, gasping mess.

  "Please," she cried. "Please, Victor, I can't take it anymore."

  He moved over her, forcing her legs wide. Megan's big blue eyes got huge, watching him guide his cock to her hot, wet folds. He pressed into her sex, nestled nice and snug, before catching and holding her gaze. It was so intense a thrill ran up her spine.

  "You are so beautiful," Victor whispered.

  He thrust into her.

  "Uggh!" Megan cried, back bowing and knees coming up. "Ooooooh, god, that feels good."

  He felt even bigger inside her. She was so tight Victor could only penetrate a little ways. Pulling almost out, he thrust in harder, deeper.

  "Uggh," she grunted as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

  "Give me some milk, Megan," he said, arching his back to get his mouth low enough. She tightly squished her big, milk-filled boobs together, and to her surprise twin jets of hot, creamy milk shot up to splash into his face. Victor groaned, and wrapped his lips around a swollen, sensitive nipple. He sucked on it hard. "Mmmmmm."

  Megan's eyes fluttered closed, loving the feel of her mother's milk flowing into his hungry mouth. Feeding her new boss. Her new lover?

  Victor suckled on one tit, and then the other, for a moment, before he
remembered himself and started thrusting into her again. Thrusting harder, faster, deeper than anyone ever had before. He stretched her out so wonderfully, sending the most amazing sensations rippling through her body and soul. Soon Megan's hips began thrusting up to meet his.

  "Yes. Oh yes," she gasped out. He was all the way inside her. It'd never been that good before. So intense. "Oh baby. Oh baby yes."

  She felt her body change. Every thrust pulled a grunt or gasp from her lips, and pushed her a little bit closer to divine pleasure. Megan's mind started to go numb, no thought but his great body doing such beautiful things to hers. She squeezed her vagina, getting as tight around him as possible. Victor gasped, and it got so much more intense for her, too.

  "Oooooooh," she groaned. "Just like that. Just. Like. That."

  "Oh Megan," Victor gasped out, and started kissing his way up to her lips.

  Megan wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips melted together, and they both moaned into that deep, open-mouth kiss. She savored the feel of his lips gliding silkily across hers, their tongues wrestling deep in her mouth. And then she felt it happen.

  "Uggh," she cried into his mouth, feeling the surge to climax start. Megan squeezed him even tighter, arms and legs tightening around him as well. And then it erupted deep inside her and her cum flooded around his thrusting cock. "Aaagghh!"

  Intense pleasure washed through her. Victor cried out, and thrust into her even faster. Their lips slapped loudly together. His humping became more and more frantic, until he cried out and she felt him coming deep inside.

  "Oh yes," she whispered. "So good. Oh, baby, so good."

  "Wow, Megan, you are a helluva woman," Victor said, panting in her face with a big blissful smile.

  "And you, sir, are an amazing stud," she said, and giggled. "But seriously, I needed that so badly it hurt."