6 comments/ 142139 views/ 40 favorites A Woman in Need By: morningchica It was Friday evening as I sat at my cluttered desk, staring at a spreadsheet and trying to work through a column of numbers, a loud, mechanical humming sound interrupted my thoughts. What was that racket? It was late in the evening, so I doubted many of my co-workers were still around, and my curiosity now aroused I went to investigate. Down the hall the new financial reporter, Veronica Parker, office light was on and glowed under the closed door. Without thinking I knocked and opened the door without waiting for an answer. There sat she sat, her auburn hair pulled up in a severe French twist, her suit jacket over the back of her chair, and her high necked silk blouse unbuttoned. Her exposed breasts were supported by a nursing bra, and connected to her nipples tubing to the noisy machine on the corner of her desk. She looked up from her paperwork aghast. I quickly turned around, and began to apologize for the intrusion and attempt to explain. Veronica flipped the machine off, and took a minute to cover her exposed breasts. As I continued to stammer excuses, my mind wheeled at the sight I had just witnessed. It was so erotic to see her pumping milk from her full breasts, I began to feel aroused. Quickly I suppressed my emotions, and reprimanded myself for the inappropriate feelings. "Robert, I can explain," she started to say, before I turned around and began myself to explain again the noise had caused my unexpected entrance and how I embarrassed I was. "You embarrassed!? I would appreciate it if you did not mention this to anyone," Veronica continued. I questioned why she should be ashamed of her body. Other than a quick introduction when she joined our firm a couple months prior, I had only encountered Veronica in passing. We worked in different departments, and did not have any reason to interact. She always dressed in the utmost professional, if rather prim, manner. She was tall and slender, but she did not play up any of her features, and her cold and severe manner did not invite second glances. I had no idea of her personal life, but had concluded from the breast pump she was a nursing mother. It must be hard I thought with her demanding job to balance a family and career, and she did not seem to exude a very maternal vibe. "There is no valid reason for me to have milk," she stated sadly. "Please do not say anything. I have a hormonal disorder that causes me to lactate, and without expressing the milk I become engorged. I thought I was the only one working late, and I needed to relieve the pressure." She began to tear up, and I was surprised to see her formal façade crumble. "It is so humiliating, and I would prefer no one knew," Veronica ended. I felt bad for her, she was new here and it had to be a struggle to deal with milky tits and not even having anyone to produce it for. Sitting down I handed her tissue, and promised not to share her secret. Since she was still a bit weepy, I took a deep breath and said, "We all have our quirks, so don't think you have a monopoly on being a bit different." Finally Veronica smiled, and with the tension lessened we began to chat. Over the next couple hours we talked about work, ourselves and I began to see a side of her that was not as cold as she projected in the office. We walked out of the building later that night, and I accompanied Veronica to her car. She thanked me, and I suggested we continue our conversation over dinner. "As much as I would love to Robert, I need to get home and take care of my little problem," she said gesturing in the general direction of her chest. It was now or never. Knowing her lactation issue, and seeing a softer side of her I gambled on sharing a secret of my own. "Veronica, you know how earlier I said we all have our quirks?" and she nodded yes. I kept on, "I have a bit of an embarrassing issue too. I like to wear diapers, it turns me on sexually." I half way expected her to laugh or express disgust, but she only smiled. "How about dinner then?" she said agreeing, "my place." "Great I would like that," I answered and I followed her in my car to her home. Veronica lived in a high rise apartment close by, and within 10 minutes we were riding the elevator up to have a dinner I would thoroughly enjoy. Entering the apartment I was surprised at how feminine and soft the surroundings were. I had been worried it was going to be a cold and modern design that matched Veronica's persona at work. She asked me to have a seat while she changed clothes before she started dinner. I settled into the cushy sofa piled with throw pillows and looked around. My apartment was standard bachelor fare, but Veronica had spent time to make hers into a home. I felt relaxed and comfortable, and my mind wandered back to the scene of the breast pump and the short view I had of her breasts. I looked up and Veronica had re entered the living room. Her hair was down and fell into full waves around her face. She had traded in the business suit for a cotton chemise over yoga pants. Her bare feet padded into the room and I could not help but notice the swell of her full pale breasts between the v-opening of her top. She carried a small tote with her that resembled a diaper bag. Her entire demeanor had changed, and we began to talk again. I mentioned I was a bit hungry, and was there anything I could do to help with the meal. "Oh no need dear, I have it taken care of," she answered. Veronica had not stepped foot in the kitchen, so I was curious. "First we have to get you dressed for dinner." Now I was really confused until she unzipped the bag she had sat on the floor and began to pull out baby powder, lotion and a diaper! Veronica explained how hard it was to deal with the lactation she had experienced since the onset of puberty, and how it made her feel like something was missing in her life. She tried to keep her desires in check, so she went overboard at the office to present herself as a serious individual. Only at home could she give in to her body's needs. I was floored; it was a dream come true. My wish of being pampered and nurtured was going to be fulfilled. Veronica stepped into her role as "V" quickly, and began to undress me. I was happy to shed my slacks and dress shirt. She stripped me down, and first took wipes to clean me. The cool wipe explored every inch of me from the waist down. Then the lotion was rubbed in, and as V's hand massaged me she began to coo, "What a big cock you have!" My penis had hardened and grown, and V only sprinkled on baby powder and patted me more. Finally the diaper came out. I arched up my hips and under my bottom V slid the diaper. She pulled up the front, but the tabs could not close. My cock was too big for the diaper. Disappointed, I worried if I would not get to wear a diaper, but when I asked V she only laughed. "Of course Robbie has to wear a diaper! V will fix it." I wondered how, but she only pulled out another diaper in a larger size that would accommodate my aroused member. As I watched V fasten the diaper around me I noticed the front of her shirt had two small wet spots right where her nipples pointed through, and as she became aware of it too, she announced, "Dinner is ready." Clad only in a diaper, I snuggled in V's lap. She pushed open her blouse and unsnapped the right flap of her nursing bra. It was a different one than she had been wearing in the office. This one was bright pink and silky, and seemed prettier and less utilitarian. Out sprung her nipple, and droplets of milk formed on the pink tip. She cupped her breast, and holding my head, guided my mouth to her. I eagerly began to suck at the nipple, but was rewarded with little milk. "Robbie, you have to latch on to drink mama's milk." V explained in simple terms how I needed to drink from the breast, and take the entire small globe in my mouth. It's not like a straw she continued, you press and suckle with your mouth and tongue. Taking directions from her, soon the milk began to flow. It was sweet and thick, and I fell into a pattern of sucking and gulping. I wrapped my arms around her small waist, and kept my head against her breast. Time passed and I was entranced, and V had to pull me away to switch me to the other breast. I drank at them both, until the milk was thin and V's breasts and nipples were puffy and sensitive. Her breathing was heavy and her arms around me were tight. My belly was fully, and my cock was still hard inside my diaper. The effect my nursing had on V was clear, she was excited. Her eyes were half closed, and under me I could feel her hips gently moving. I was thinking how wet her pussy must be right. "What a good provider you are V," I exclaimed as the nursing session finished. She moved to close the flaps of her nursing bra, but I stopped her. "I still want more." "No dear, they are too sore and the need a chance to fill with more milk for you," V replied. I could tell this first real breastfeeding experience had been draining for her, but I was still captivated with her breasts and wanted to keep looking at them. I tried to suckle some more, and V stopped me. I pinched and pulled at her tits, fussing to get my mouth on them again, and V suddenly stood up. "I am doing horrible, Robbie" she exclaimed. She slumped over and began to sniffle. "I love you nursing, but I am getting so aroused I can barely stand it!" "Why is that a problem?" I queried. Gently kissing her emptied breasts, I undressed her. "You need attention to," I said as she looked surprised. My diaper crinkled as moved from V's lap to slide off her pants. She was left in her exposed nursing bra and panties. Her panties were soaked through, and I could see her look embarrassed as I leaned in towards her thighs. I could smell her sex, and I was eager to suckle again. "V, Robbie needs more than just your milk, I need all of you." V sighed deeply, and relaxed more, submitting to my demands. I ran my hands along her long legs, and laid my head on her thigh and spreads open her legs. Slowly, I began to rub her lips through the wet fabric. The hair on her pussy was neatly trimmed, and I could see even through the panties her lips were swollen. I pushed away the crotch of her undies, and wet my finger with her juices. I looked up at her and slowly licked my finger. She reacted, "Does Robbie want to suck on my clit?" and slid off her panties. Leaning back she spread her legs open and granted me full access. I started sucking, then nibbling on her clit. As her hips began to buck, I inserted first one, then two fingers into her opening. It was so wet and tight, I wanted to put my cock into her. "V, do you have room for Robbie? Does she need to be fed with my cum?" She moaned and answered by bending her knees in order to bring me closer to her. Her fingers undid my straining diaper, and grasped my throbbing member. "Robbie, you are a big boy, I don't know if you fit inside, you can try though." I put the head of my cock at the opening of her pussy, and began to enter. It was tight, and I had to slowly work my way in. V was groaning in pleasure. As my cock finally made its way through her canal, I could feel the tip of me hit her cervix. I thrust in and out, stretching her. I pounded away, feeling my balls tighten with their load. As I rode her, her tits began leaking milk again. She grabbed them and squeezed, and sprayed milk across my chest. I grunted as I felt my cum rushing out, filling her up. Her hips bucked, and her pussy contracted around my cock as she came. Exhausted, I laid down on her and she put a nipple in my mouth. We were both wet with each other's fluids, and I left my cock in her as long as I could. I suckled again, and was pleased I we were able to help each other. A Woman in Need Bobby, my ex-boyfriend as of twenty four hours ago, had pissed me off one too many times. Now I found myself prowling my apartment in full want mode. I needed a good fucking, not that Bobby had ever, and I emphasis the word 'ever,' had managed to achieve one with me. It's possible that he did with that slut Josie, but I'd rather think he was consistent and messed it with her as well. I found Sam's number on my cell and called him. No fucking answer. I left a message: "Me horny ... you fix. Be here by ten, Marcie." I rummaged in an old file cabinet and found a greasy scrap of paper with a phone number on it. I remembered that rainy night and the cab ride and the hot orgasmic fingering Dominic had given me, and the wet blow job I'd given in return. That must have been at least six months ago. A lifetime in this town, and I'd never called him. I lasted another thirty minutes before my willpower melted and I picked up my cell. ________________________________________ Dominic ... what can I say? He picked up just about where we'd left off, thirty minutes later, walking into my foyer, tossing his overcoat to the floor and lifting my skirt. Okay, I'd told him what I wanted over the phone, so I wasn't wearing panties or bra. His talented fingers went right to my overheated honey pot and I was squirting over the new carpet in less than a minute. My legs felt like a Raggedy Ann doll's as he dragged me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the center of the bed and took off the remainder of his clothes. I lay like the limp thing I was after coming on his fingers. Dominic was big. No, he was huge. I've sampled about fifty or sixty cocks, mostly blowjobs, and his was the biggest by far. I wanted to ask ... I wanted to measure it, but couldn't bring myself to do either. I wasn't worried about taking him on --- I'd blown him easily enough that night in the taxi, and I was drenched down there, so... let's just say that I was more than ready to accommodate his size. Stepping close to me, he took his cock in his hand and guided it toward my open mouth. I was so ready for what I knew was to come -- so fucking ready. He allowed me to start slowly, taking just the head in my mouth as I massaged his balls. With ever deeper draws, I eventually took him in entirely; glowing with satisfaction at being able to deep throat him --- something I could brag about to the girls the next time I got drunk with them. I wanted to laugh out loud but couldn't when both my nose and face wound up pressed tight against his lean belly. He rocked there, pushing against the back of my throat. Tears spilled from my eyes and I could hear the sloppy 'Gluck-gluck' sounds of my saliva with each stroke. We didn't have long. As much as I'd have liked taking my time with him, Sam returned my message with: "Okay, ten it is!" That left Dominic and me about another half hour. "You're a busy girl, Marcie," Dominic said casually. "Sorry, I didn't know ..." "Hey you're horny, you gotta scratch that itch." "You're so right, Dom, I ...." "Shut up and turn around!" He said angrily. His quick flash of anger dissipated after ripping my skirt off. I had a welt as a reminder for a week or more. I assumed the doggy-position; all fours with my head pointed at the headboard and arched my back offering my ass or pussy to him. His fingers found me again, first one, then two, three, four and finally his whole fist. "All the way," I said wantonly, needing a really big cum and knowing this would get me there. He twisted his wrist several times and I felt myself squirting again. His other hand came around and pinched my nipple hard, sending me even further into the delicious loss of thought I was craving. He withdrew his hand and slapped my cunt with his whopper-sized cock. I shuddered and moaned as he entered me, filling me in a different way that his fist had. "How much time we got?" "Maybe fifteen minutes," I said. He savaged me with several rapid thrusts, each of which went to my deepest parts. Then he pulled out and lubed his cock and sent it into my ass. I'd had a few cocks in there, but none like his. Yeah, there was this intense pain. I felt like he was ripping me apart. But two or three minutes later I succumbed to the waves of pleasure and wanted nothing more than to have him keep at me for the rest of the night and the following day. "Make me cum!" I pleaded. He did, multiple times, rubbing my clit while pummeling my sorry ass. "Fuck me, harder!" His balls sloshed and slapped against me as he pounded my ass, fucking away the intensity of the day. Bobby was a distant memory. "Don't waste it in my ass," I said as I felt him getting close. "I want to taste you." "You ready to drink all that cum?" "So ready, baby!" Dominic briefly went to the bathroom to clean up, before returning to me. "On your knees," he growled. I glanced at the clock and then at his cock. I had ten minutes left. He had grown softer and, on the floor before him, I took him in my mouth, felt him grow there on my tongue and palate. Within a minute his cock now hard and pulsing, he grabbed my head from behind and plunged in and out of my waiting mouth again and again. I felt him quiver as he grew close, grunting. "You ready for this, baby?" "I'm so ready," I replied although it must have sounded like gibberish to him. He was still holding my hair with one hand as he stroked his slick cock rapidly before me, then came hard on my face and open mouth. I laughed and then did as he'd asked earlier: kissed him so he could taste his own cum. "You're friend's gonna find you with sticky cum all over your face," he laughed. "You've got some cleaning up to do." I surveyed the room -- discarded clothing on the floor, nearly empty tube of lubricant and very wet sheets, and that wet stain on the living room carpet. Not to mention the drying stickiness on my face and tits. "Gotta go," Dominic said, "Gimmie a call and don't wait six months next time." "I won't, baby. I won't." I promised and meant it. I hadn't offered him so much as a glass of water, just myself. Sam rang my bell just two or so minutes later, as I was trying to rub the stain out of the carpet. I'd given up on the sheets. We could fuck on the couch, stay out of the bedroom. I opened the door and greeted my second hump partner in an hour. Do hooker's work this fast? I wondered, as I pulled his zipper down and knelt in front of him.