Though I was still plenty aroused when Darren left, I was also exhausted. I decided to go to bed early, and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep drew me into its welcome oblivion. Because of Darren, I wouldn't lie awake all night worrying about my future.

I slept so soundly that I didn't hear him enter my apartment the next morning. Only when he sat down on the edge of my bed did my eyes open. It was still dark outside, but the nightlight glowing in the hallway provided enough illumination for me to make out Darren's form.

"Good morning," he whispered.

I whispered a greeting in return, then slid over so he could climb into bed. He wore a T-shirt and boxers, while I had on a roomy sleep shirt and panties. Neither of us spoke as we lay facing each other. When he slipped a hand beneath the covers, seeking out the hem of my shirt, I readily lifted it to expose my breasts. Cupping a hand against the back of his head, I guided him to my left nipple.

I felt his breath like a sigh over my skin just before he latched on and began suckling. Still sleepy, my eyes drifted closed as a faint moan escaped me. It was then that I realized just how much pleasure I derived from this act. I delighted in Darren's nearness and warmth, and of course, in the sensation of his mouth at my nipple. Even when his sucking grew more insistent, I didn't mind the ache in my breast. 

While I stroked Darren's hair, holding him close, he slipped an arm around me as well. We remained in that tender embrace until he lifted his head, indicating he was ready for my other breast. I waited for him to ease his body over mine so that he could lie down on the other side of me. Then, I turned to face him. 

My moans grew louder as his suckling continued. Along with the physical pleasure I experienced, it was also our closeness, and the intimacy we shared, that caused me to saturate my panties. I had to resist the urge to reach between us and find out if Darren was just as excited. 

Listening to the eager working of his mouth, I wondered if he'd awakened a dormant kink in me. I never dreamed I would already feel such satisfaction from indulging his fetish. By the time he withdrew from my arms, I felt like I'd practically melted into a puddle of arousal. 

Smoothing my hair back from my face, he whispered, "Get some more sleep, Gale. I'll see you around one."

"You'll be able to leave work in the middle of the day?" 

"Yes. My office isn't far from here. But it would be helpful if you weren't wearing a bra when I arrived." I heard the grin in his voice. "For easier access."

When Darren started to leave the bed, I placed a hand on his arm. He stopped, patiently waiting for me to speak. For some reason, I had to know if he was as turned on as I was. "Are you..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "Are you hard right now?"

He circled his fingers around my wrist, then brought my hand to his lips for a kiss. "Very," he murmured. Releasing his gentle hold on me, he added, "I'll jerk off in the shower."

And then he was gone.

I stared into the shadows of my bedroom, frowning in confusion. I would have happily invited him to pleasure himself in my bed while he lay at my side. But maybe he wanted to keep sex out of this. Maybe his attraction toward me didn't extend beyond my tits.

Ignoring my mild disappointment, I drifted back to sleep. When I woke a few hours later, I retrieved my phone from the nightstand and discovered I now had money to buy groceries. True to his word, Darren had paid me. I decided I'd go shopping later that afternoon, after he'd stopped by on his lunch break.

Once I'd taken a shower and eaten breakfast, which consisted of two slices of peanut butter toast and a cup of coffee, I sat down with my laptop to investigate the local job market. It was as bleak as I'd feared, but I still submitted an application to several companies. Satisfying Darren's kink was a short-term arrangement, I told myself, and I needed to find full-time work soon. 

Not long after one, I heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" I called, for I'd left it unlocked.

As Darren stepped into my apartment, I couldn't resist giving him a long look up and down. In his tailored suit, he appeared sharp and professional, not to mention gorgeous. No one who saw him then would have ever guessed he was here to nurse at my tits. 

I secretly hoped he found me sexy, too. I was wearing lacy red panties and a white blouse, which I'd left unbuttoned. Darren's gaze immediately settled on the valley between my breasts. 

Suddenly shy, I ducked my head. "I hope this outfit is okay."

"It's perfect," he assured me in a low voice. "Just like you."

Looking up at him again, I flashed a smile. After we sat down on the couch, Darren opened the paper bag he'd brought with him. "I bought some balm for you to apply to your nipples." He held out a small glass jar. Taking it from him, I examined the label. "It's totally organic and harmless to ingest," he went on. "And it will keep your nipples from getting chapped and sore."

When our eyes met, I knew my face revealed all the affection I felt for him at that moment. "Thank you for being so considerate." Placing the jar on a nearby table, I added, "And thank you for the money."

"No need to thank me," he said. "What I'm asking of you... it's a lot, Gale. Many women wouldn't agree to this."

I didn't try to explain how much I enjoyed what we were doing, and that it was far from a hardship for me. Instead, I gave him a solemn nod; I wanted to make clear that I took our arrangement seriously. 

While shrugging out of his suit coat, Darren fixed his stare on my breasts again. "That blouse is very enticing."

"I should hope so." Slowly, teasingly, I opened it farther to reveal my tits. 

Darren reached for me, and I readily allowed him to draw me onto his lap. Seeing as how we were pressed for time, I expected him to begin suckling right away, but he merely rolled my nipples between his fingertips. When he squeezed them with a steady, pulsing rhythm, I was reminded of his nursing mouth. Tilting his head to look up at me, he said, "Have you been doing this on your own today?"

"Not yet," I replied truthfully. His expression filled with disappointment, and I rushed to apologize. "I promise I will this afternoon. It's just that I was online this morning, applying for jobs..."

Darren furrowed his brow. "Why were you doing that?"

"Uh, because I'm currently jobless?"

His fingers never ceased their fondling as he spoke. "No, you're not. I'm paying you."

I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure from his touch. "Yeah, but this is only temporary."

"It doesn't have to be," he murmured. When I gave him a perplexed look, he leaned forward and swept his tongue along the inner curve of my right breast. "Let me see you suck your nipple, Gale."

I lowered my head until my chin almost touched my chest, then gathered up my left tit. I was able to take just the nipple into my mouth, and not more of my breast the way Darren could, but it was enough to satisfy him. As I noisily sucked, moaning from the pleasure it gave me, I heard his breathing quicken. 

My arousal reached an exquisite level when he resumed nursing at my other breast. Soon, I was rocking my hips with a frenzied rhythm, as though I was riding his cock. He had to press his palms against my back in an effort to remain latched on to my tit.

Again, I was seduced by the lustful pull of his mouth. Despite my movements, my clit wasn't getting enough stimulation to make me come, yet I felt an orgasm steadily building within me. Hovering at its edge, I let my nipple escape my lips. The high-pitched cries emerging from my throat drove Darren to suckle even harder. While I trembled in his embrace, a deliciously satisfying climax rippled through me. His moans, though muffled by my breast, made it clear how much he enjoyed sending me into the throes of those blissful spasms.

When he finally lifted his head to gaze up at me, my eyes were wide with astonishment. "I had no idea my body was capable of that!" 

He laughed low and soft before teasing my nipple, which was swollen from his efforts. "You'd be amazed at what your body is capable of, Gale."

Once my shaking subsided, I eased off Darren's lap. My skimpy underwear was soaked at the crotch, and I hoped I hadn't left the scent of my pussy on his pants. Glancing down at his groin, I discovered he was still hard, but he again neglected his own arousal as he turned to me. "I want you to take time to do things you enjoy," he said. "You should be as relaxed as possible. But don't neglect those beautiful tits, okay?"

"I promise I won't." 

Darren smiled, happy with my response. After planting a chaste kiss on my forehead, he left me alone again. 

A little later, I went grocery shopping, being particularly frugal with my purchases. Once I got back home, I prepared an early dinner, then settled down on the couch so I could focus on stimulating my breasts. Despite my extensive nipple play, with all its squeezing and tugging, and with its sucking as well, I couldn't bring myself to orgasm. Apparently, only Darren held the key to that door to bliss within me. 

He returned to my apartment that evening, wearing jeans and a polo shirt. As soon as our eyes met, I felt an anticipatory tingling in my breasts. I had on nothing but a slinky robe, the sash of which I'd tied at my waist.

Darren drew me into a hug. "How was the rest of your day?"

"Very nice," I replied. "And my tits received plenty of stimulation."

"Good girl."

His words of praise gave me a thrill; already, I longed to please him. Easing from my embrace, Darren started toward the couch, but I reached for his hand in order to halt his progress. "Don't you think we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom?" I said.

Though he raised his eyebrows in surprise, I could tell he'd easily discerned my seductive tone. "Of course, Gale, if that's what you want."

Still holding his hand, I led him down the short hallway to my bedroom. I'd left a lamp glowing to fend off the deepening shadows, and its light fell upon Darren when he sank onto the edge of my bed. Standing before him, I reached for the sash of my robe. Did he notice me trembling? My heart began a fierce drumming as the robe fell open, revealing my naked body beneath it.

I heard Darren's sharp intake of breath. Of course, he was already intimately familiar with my tits, and the panties I'd worn earlier that day hadn't left much to the imagination, but his gaze now immediately settled on my pussy. The hair on my mound was neatly trimmed, while my outer labia were shaved smooth. 

"My God, you are gorgeous," he whispered. His hand inched toward his groin, yet he refrained from stroking. 

Unable to hide my delighted smile, I ordered him to get undressed as well. He wasted no time rising to his feet and taking off his shirt. I drank in the sight of his bare chest, which was covered in dark hair. His movements were quick, almost impatient, as he stripped from the waist down. My first glimpse of his dick sent a fierce pulse of arousal through me. His cock was quite thick, with a lovely mushroom tip. It was also fully hard.

As we stood naked before each other, I waited for him to kiss me. Instead, he cupped my breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. When we climbed into my bed moments later, he scooted down so that his mouth was level with my nipples. Before he could take one between his lips, I asked, "Can we talk for a minute first?"

Immediately, Darren moved back up. "Of course. I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

I certainly did, but I doubted they were the ones he expected. "When did you discover you had this particular fetish?" I wanted to know.

Darren was quiet a moment while pondering my question. Then, a smile formed on his lips. "I was in college. I'd had a few girlfriends by that time, and one of them loved it when I sucked on her tits. I realized I enjoyed that act more than almost anything else we did. And then..." He looked a little sheepish as he went on. "I found this book of erotic stories my roommate had bought. Most of it didn't appeal to me, but one story was about erotic lactation and adult nursing." His gaze grew distant, almost dreamy. "When I read that one, it was like a spotlight turned on inside me, illuminating a part of myself that I hadn't known existed. It became all I could think about."

I took my time processing these details before I asked, "Are you attracted to me, Darren?"

He seemed taken aback by my question. "Of course! What man wouldn't be?" 

"It's just that..." I hesitated, wondering if I should continue. Finally, I blurted out, "You don't try to kiss me or play with my pussy. And I understand if my tits are all you're interested in. It's not like we're in a relationship—"

"But we are," Darren said gently. "I realize it's one you probably wouldn't have chosen under different circumstances. Yet I think you'll find that we have a far more intimate connection than many other couples."

I was already discovering that. Darren and I hadn't fucked, hadn't even kissed, but our bond felt incredibly intense even at this early stage. 

Taking my hand, he interlaced his fingers with mine. "In the past," he said, "I tried to ignore my need for this. I've dated plenty of women, and I became seriously involved with several. But I never felt comfortable revealing my deepest desires to most of them. As a result, the relationships didn't last." Darren's expression was suddenly somber. "I told myself the longing would fade over time, but it never did. Once I reached my thirties, I became braver, or maybe I was simply desperate. I resolved to be more forthcoming with my partners, and a few of them were willing to try." He shook his head, his lips pursed in a regretful line. "They eventually grew tired of trying to induce lactation, telling me it was too much of a burden."

I stroked his cheek in an attempt to soothe him. "Are you worried I'll grow tired of it?" I asked quietly.

Darren's gaze was tender meeting mine. "I would understand if you did. And that's why I'm terrified of pushing you too far. You've agreed to try this with me, and as much as I want even more, I realize I have no right to ask for it. Before, I tried starting out relationships in the typical way, and then I gradually introduced this kink. With you, I'm doing the opposite. This will be quite demanding, on both a physical and emotional level. I don't want to strain things by adding sex to the mix."

"I know you're afraid of messing things up," I said, "but I promise you won't. I really want this to work for us."

His smile was full of warmth. "You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear you say that." Nestling against me, he pressed his lips to my neck. "Will you be patient with me, sweetheart? Let's focus on inducing lactation first, and then we can explore other things."

"Okay," I whispered, glad he couldn't see the disappointment in my eyes. Then I told myself I was being ridiculous. The man was paying me to do a job, and that job was to produce milk so he could nurse. If he merely wanted sex, there were plenty of other women who could provide that for free. 

I was special because I was willing to indulge his kink. And as his lips now traveled lower, seeking out my breast, I closed my eyes and urged myself to relax into the experience. Already, I sensed that our emotional connection would play a large part in my ability to lactate.

Despite my lingering frustration, I surrendered to the pleasure of his fervent suckling. Lowering my lips to his hair, I held him to my breast, making encouraging sounds all the while. The feel of his erection prodding my skin ratcheted up my desire to an almost unbearable level, yet I wouldn't allow myself to dwell on my own need.

Still, I had to wonder if Darren sensed it, for as he nursed at my tit, his fingers slipped between my thighs, easing them farther apart. I readily yielded to him, my breath catching in my throat. His mouth grew even more demanding while he explored my sopping wet folds. Gently rocking my hips, I let out soft cries. How desperate I was for his touch! 

Darren was tentative, almost teasing, while narrowing the focus of his caresses until he homed in on my needy clit. The feel of his fingertips massaging that bud of flesh, combined with the hungry pull of his mouth, made me come in less than a minute. As I shuddered and wailed, he loosened his grasp on my tit but didn't allow it to escape his lips. Instead, he gave my nipple a bite. That sensation, with its hint of pain, sent another series of shockwaves through me from head to toe.

"Oh, my God!" I panted. My body was limp and completely unresisting when Darren positioned us so that he could suck my other breast. Again, his fingers sought out my clit, and again, I came almost effortlessly. His own moans spurred on my contractions, and in the grip of that orgasm, I felt an exquisite warmth flood my nipples. 

Once Darren was finished, he smiled up at me, and I laughed from sheer giddiness. "That was amazing! I can't believe how responsive my body is to everything you do."

As his smile widened to a grin, he took my hand and guided it to his cock. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm very responsive to you, too."

"Oh, I've noticed."

Darren allowed me to give him a few strokes, his jaw slackening from blatant arousal. Then, he reluctantly withdrew from my touch and started to climb from the bed.

"Stay," I urged him. "You can nurse again in a few hours, before we go to sleep."

Lying down at my side once more, he took me in his arms and whispered, "I'd love that."

I moaned when Darren lowered his lips to mine. Our first kiss, full of both passion and tenderness, convinced me it wasn't solely my tits that captivated him. As my excitement grew, I offered him my mouth the way I offered him my breasts: with a surrender that bordered on submission.

It went on that way for weeks, until Darren was spending more time in my apartment than his own. When the supplements he'd ordered for me arrived, he explained how each one worked. "Are you taking any other medications?" he asked, and I shook my head. "That's good; we don't have to worry about interactions." 

He didn't need to tell me the supplements were expensive, with guaranteed potency. I'd done my own research and knew others had experienced success in inducing lactation while taking them. As summer stretched into fall outside our apartment building, I maintained a strict regimen, taking the supplements as Darren directed, and also stimulating my breasts. And of course, I welcomed his nursing at my tits numerous times a day.

It was only after more than a month had passed that I began growing discouraged. If Darren felt the same, he did a good job of hiding it, but I hated to imagine how deep his disappointment would be if I couldn't lactate.

On a mild October day, I lay on my bed, enjoying the breeze drifting in through the open window. Staring at the ceiling, I absentmindedly squeezed my nipples as Darren had done countless times before. I brought first one, then the other, to my lips and dutifully sucked, though worry dampened my pleasure from the act. 

I was about to give up when I gave my right nipple a hard pinch in frustration. My eyes widened at the feel of warm liquid coating my fingertips. Looking down at my breast, I watched, fascinated, as another milky drop emerged. 

Feeling lightheaded from excitement, I scrambled to grab my phone. I normally didn't text Darren while he was at work, and I'd never before called. But I knew he would want to immediately know about this.

He quickly answered, his voice warm as he greeted me. 

I could barely get the words out. I sounded breathless while managing to tell him, "What we've been working toward? Darren, it's happened!"