Milking Tits Drains Balls Too

I looked at my watch earnestly, expecting to hear the door bell at any moment. I was feeling quite stressed from the anticipation. Masturbation only relieves so much and can never replace the real thing so I was still horny from just imagining the lady who was coming to visit, despite having jerked off just a few hours ago. I had solicited a wet nurse as a new strategy to meet my sexual needs. Evidently, my fetish for voluptuous milking breasts is rare and unusual because the few responses I received from “escort” services were disappointing. The ladies all claimed to be lactating but as soon as I saw them they looked so young and their breasts were so small I just wasn’t interested. I wanted a mature woman who had real tits - saggy, milk-filled ones with big areolas and thick, sensitive nipples. So, I arranged to have her come to my house for an interview - but probably a very different kind than she was expecting. I told her I was married and that my wife and I had a baby who needed to be nursed, but that my wife was unable to do because of an illness. A little research revealed that was exactly the kind of situation that wet nurses - women who maintain lactation so they can nurse infants for others - responded to. I contacted her by phone to schedule the meeting but was unable to glean anything about her appearance, not wanting to ask any inappropriate questions that might make her suspicious or reluctant to visit. But that was okay with me, in fact, it was titillating - not knowing what she looked like until she arrived. Of course, I spent the next few days constantly fantasizing about her. Every day I would imagine how her breasts and nipples might look, and the prospect of sucking milk out of them. Suddenly, the door bell rang. I quickly approached it and then purposely calmed myself down before opening the door so not to startle her. “Mr. Dairy?,” she asked brightly, “Hi!, I’m Ms Nina, the wet nurse.” My first impression of her was she looked frumpy. She was wearing a drab blue overcoat that made her look chubby and had dark, slightly unkempt hair, a homely face and glasses, but at least looked old enough to have mature tits. “Oh, Ms Nina ... Hello. Thank you for coming, AND for being so punctual!,” I added, to promote the uppity impression I wanted to make. I wanted her to feel comfortable, and nothing comforts a woman upon first meeting a man than one who seems safe. “Please come in,” I said as I gestured. She stepped into my house, looked around briefly and then proceeded to unbutton her coat. I watched her carefully, knowing that I would better see what her body was like once her coat was off. “Is Mrs. Dairy here?,” she asked as the last of her coat buttons were released. “Not at the moment,” I replied, “Not yet. She had an emergency but she’s okay and will be here soon.” “Oh, okay,” she said as she removed her coat. But when she did that I almost blew it. I caught myself from making any sounds or gestures that would express my true thoughts and feelings. The woman was not at all fat or plump in the way I feared but instead had enormous breasts! All she had on was an oversized, light sun dress that merely draped her upper body. She was obviously braless and had heavy, sagging boobs that hung down to her navel. ‘No wonder she wears an overcoat,’ I thought to myself as I strained to maintain a nonplussed countenance. “I’ll take that for you,” I said as I grasped her coat, trying to busy myself and buy time for me to settle down. “Oh, thank you Mr. Dairy,” she replied, seemingly perfectly at ease. Evidently I had succeeded in convincing her that I was a serious gentleman and husband interested only in “my” wife’s and child’s wellbeing. “Shall we sit here in the living room?,” I asked as I gestured towards it. We walked in and sat down on opposite sofas that faced each other. “Can I see the baby?” Ms Nina asked. “Well it’s not here either,” I answered quickly, “He’s with his mother. But they should be here shortly.” She smiled cordially and I looked back at her still maintaining a calm demeanor. She looked fat again but this time I could see it was because of her boobs. Even though her dress was bulky and loose I could tell they rested on her lap, and the material was so thin I could see they had huge, dark areolas. My dick began to harden. “Ms Nina,” I started, trying to speak orderly, “Before my wife and child arrive I’d like to discuss something with you.” “Of course,” she answered pleasantly. “I’m sure you can appreciate my asking,” I continued. “As you’re probably accustomed with your other clients, security is very important to me. I need to know exactly who comes into this house.” “Of course,” she replied calmly. “So,” I continued, “I need to feel confident that you really are a wet nurse - that you’re lactating now and can nurse our child - and aren't merely looking for, say, a housekeeping position. She looked at me while I spoke but made no expression. After a few moments she replied. “Well, I can certainly understand that too, Mr. Dairy, but I can assure you I’m amply capable of nursing your son.” “So you ARE lactating now? Your breasts have milk in them NOW,” I pressed. “Yes sir. They do.,” she replied. I felt my cock straining to expand. “And your nipples?,” I continued to probe. “My nipples?,” she asked quizzically. “Yes, ... Are your teats large enough?” She said nothing. “I just want to be sure my son won’t strain to get milk,” I quickly added. “Ah, I understand now, sir,” she replied, “Yes they’re quite large, AND their ducts are clear so my milk flows liberally, in case you want to know that too.” I felt my cock harden even more when she said that. I could feel I could come profusely at any moment so I just froze and breathed. After a pause I spoke again, “Yes, it seems you’re beginning to read my mind, ... but tell me,” I added, “would you mind if you show me your breasts? I really need to see them to be sure.” We made eye contact when I said that and she stared back at me. I tried desperately to stay calm and look professional. She paused for a moment and then spoke. “Well, ... you will see them when I try to nurse your child. When it arrives we’ll see if he takes to my nipples. You’ll see everything then,” she explained. My cock strained to expand even more. “I understand Ms Nina,” I replied carefully, “Well then, tell me something else ... Do you have any limits on the age of the child you’ll nurse?” “No, sir, ... I don’t,” she answered. “Even an adult?” She looked back at me but said nothing. “Uh, ... you know,” I added quickly, “like a person with developmental issues.” “I’ve done that, ... yes,” she replied, “You could say that." I stared back at her. She seemed to be saying she might nurse ME! “Are you saying that you would nurse anyone?,” I asked, trying to sound innocent. “Yes,” she answered, “I’ve even nursed grown women - lesbians.” “I see,” I managed to reply as I felt my body almost trembling with excitement. That almost seemed too good to be true. Her boobs were obviously huge and full of milk, and she said she had big nipples. The feelings I had as I thought of seeing them up close, and licking them and sucking them and squeezing them, and drinking her milk, were almost overwhelming. “And have you nursed men too?,” I asked still trying to hide my tension. ... Would you nurse me?,” I asked earnestly. She stared back at me, obviously then aware there was no wife or baby. She paused before answering. “Well, ... under the circumstances, yes ... I’m willing to.” “Circumstances?,” I asked quizzically, “ What do you mean?” “I mean I have to let down - you know, drain my breasts - every day, and if you don’t have a child that needs nursing then I need to be milked in some other way. Otherwise they'll stop lactating,” she explained. “And so you’ll let ME milk you then?,“ I asked almost incredulously, “Right now?” “If we have privacy,” she replied calmly. “Yes, ... yes, we do,” I stammered nervously from my excitement. “Okay then.” We made eye contact again and held it. She then sat up and lifted her gown over her head to make herself topless. I gasped audibly. The sight of her enormous, swollen boobs and pancake-sized, big-teated areolas was incredible. “Oh my god!,” I exclaimed as I stared at them lustfully, feeling the urge to come. She stared back at me with a sexual intensity of her own and smiled. “You’re really horny, aren’t you?” she asked rhetorically, “You really like huge tits with milk in them, don’t you?” I nodded. “I could tell as soon as we met, " she said with a wry smile, "So ... I expect you to really milk me good then!,” she added intently, as she scooped both boobs with her hands and lifted them to show me her nipples. "Let’s both get drained!” Seeing and hearing that, the strain of my cock wanting to grow compelled me to stand up, and I felt it fully expand as I did. She instinctively looked at my crotch and saw I was rock hard. “You better take those pants off before they split,” she said kiddingly, “and get some towels or something. We’ll need them to sop everything up.”