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The Daily

By: hypoelectron



The Sunwell Isle was especially spacious these days after the fall of Kel'thalas and Sallie liked it that way. She was just rounding the corner at high speed being chased by yet another Trident toting Merman shouting obscenities she wasn't interested in learning. Once her dash wore off the annoyance kicked in and in a small puff of smoke she spun around her beak gleaming with specs of red blood, to let out a giant "CRACK!" from in between what was now two char ridden wings. The flash of light was blinding as the merman fell back no longer interested in the Tauren Druid. Quests really did get annoying after awhile. She had a new chip in her staff to prove it. Luckily the Blacksmith Yuna was just outside to the first building over the hill and Sallie hurried in her shuffle walk over for repairs. 

Next stop was the sea side about ten meters south to wash all this blood off her. Sallie puffed smoke once again and appeared as a tall, tan and now furry woman with quite a cute little tail. It always made her chuckle when she noticed a few feathers drop next to her she thought, as she scrubbed the char off her fuzzy fingers. Out of boredom she followed some noise back up the hill this time towards the gate of Magister's Terrace. Ahead of her she saw the garish gate along with a cute little blond woman hanging up a sign next to the door. Her dress was riding high up her legs and her gorgeous calves were exposed as she leaned high as possible to nail the sign atop a side post. When Sallie reached the gate she dismounted and greeted who she now realized was her Mage friend Zoey, in her full splendorous Spellfire gown and flaming circlet head piece. 'Hot' was a good word to describe this crumpet.

"Sallie!" Zoey exclaimed dropping the sign which read 'Additional Instances cannot be launched'.

She hugged Sallie with great enthusiasm and let her hands droop down to Sallie's rear to play with her tail. Once or twice Sallie could of sworn she'd felt a squeeze but assumed she was imagining it.

"I see you got the caretaker job after all, must be nice to have tons of blood elf men prancing through here everyday ready to proclaim themselves hero's just for you. What's with the sign?" Sallie said with mild interest reaching down a hand to pick it up.

"Oh just some maintenance I guess, a lot of instances are closing these days. And what are you talking about? You know self-advertising dimwits are not my type. I've got ten times the power of them on my own." said Zoey. She then demonstrated a small evocation not unlike a tornado of mana and giggled. It was true Sallie had never seen Zoey accept a advance from anyone Orc or Blood Elf.

"You know this island is deserted except for us. You shouldn't even be interested in these dailies at your level. I'm starting to think you only come here to visit me." Zoey inhaled which gave Sallie a start as she caught herself looking at the top hem of the Blood Elfs robe.

"Just good rep." sallie responded quickly, and was happy blush didn't show through her brown fur.

Just then Zoey took her hand and began pulling her behind a nearby turret where no one would see them, which shouldn't matter on a deserted island. Baffled Sallie went with her, the shadow here was actually nice after grinding in the straight sunlight for so long. Zoey stood on tiptoes and pressed herself breast to breasts up against Sallie to whisper something in her ear. Sallie's eyes were locked down at the now practically invisible line of satin robe above pure white breasts, her throat caught and she was speechless, never having a view this good before. The only sobering fact was that her staff was poking her uncomfortably in the back and for Titan's sake their was no way Zoey was thinking what she was.

"I want to show you something please don't be mad or ashamed. I just always wanted this." Zoey breathed. She reached a hand up to stroke one of Sallie's horns then kissed her on the ear.

Sallie let out a quick 'Nay', and finally breathed in a staggered breath. Zoey's hands where now reaching around her backside and under her skirt to rub her butt and caress her tail which was flicking nervously. Meanwhile her mind was screaming 'OMG OMG'. 

Zoey's kisses began running from Sallie's cheek and all the way to her damp nose. Meanwhile since their was no opposition a small hand was now slipping around her front and down to her wetness. Zoey had pulled her hand away and was now rubbing her own breasts while she slid three fingers over Sallie's hot spot. Sallie finally licked Zoey's neck pressing her nose into the crease behind her long blond hair to take in her smell. Before they knew it Sallie was on the ground with a tangle of long blood elf legs wrapped around her. Zoey was so excited by her hand inside Sallie and over her clit that she had begun to grind across her furry abdomen while she buried her face down on Sallie's chest. 

Suddenly a hurricane spread out around them as Sallie's breathing quickened. She spun over and lay Zoey against the grass who was now rocking her hips so hard that if she were a boat she'd tip over. Sallie nibbled on a exposed breast and tickle it with her nose then resting her horns on Zoey's smooth legs plunged that wet nose and tongue into Zoey's cunt. A cold frost sprang up over the grass which gave Sallie a giggle as she slurped to the rhythm of Zoey's grinding. At last she felt a tremor in Zoey's legs as she was lightly sprayed with hot woman on the nose. The floor shot up with fire all around them and Sallie knew she had climaxed. The lapping ceased. 

Rolling over Sallie felt a pang of guilt wondering if she'd done something wrong until Zoey rolled over onto her chest and dug her hands into her exposed furry breasts. She moaned a few times and clung on happy as a clam. Sallie let her breathing rise and fall enjoying the sensation of those Arcane breasts pressed once again against hers. The grass was now warm as the sun moved into their little corner. She blinked remembering the phrase 'furry' being passed around thunder bluff never quite imagining she would know one.

"Blood elf men indeed, pffff..fft, you should have seen my signals. Four... you..bye now'..ah.." Zoey yawned, half uncovered glistening body and hair a strewn laying across Sallie, quite content.

Sallie just smiled a big foolish grin looking into the sunset,

"Is this a daily?" she asked elatedly meanwhile Zoey fell asleep in her arms.

The Daily Grind: Bull Market



Richard took off his reading glasses and set them in front of him on the desk. He rubbed his eyes and exhaled as he leaned back. It was just after two in the afternoon but he had spent all day so far pouring over reports and fund details. The noise of traffic bustled outside his office providing a soothing background drone that helped dampen the silence. Spinning around in his chair Richard looked through the glass wall out into the city. The view always made him smirk. The idea of Wall St. and the real Wall St. never seemed to quite line up. After walking it everyday and having an office overlook the icon it just starts to look like any other road in DC. A sudden rap of knuckles against wood behind him snapped him out of his reverie.

"Come in," he called out without turning to greet the door or the individual thereafter. The nostalgic view was beguiling. The desired to linger in the moment was almost too much, but he took a deep breath and steeled himself.

"Hello Richard." It was a females voice punctuated by the click of heel studs against the floor. 

"Ms. Penny," the familiar voice could belong to none other. 

She stepped up beside him at the window taking a moment herself to gaze upon the view. "I didn't know that being a fund manager was such a leisurely lifestyle."

"Almost too leisurely. People have grown bored of looking out of their own windows." Richard turned his swiveling desk chair to face her. "So Ms. Penny what brings you here?"

She towered over him in her heels. Her demeanor strong and determined she shot him a look through the rectangular rims of her glasses. "What makes you think I came all this way to talk to you? Look at this view? I am rather partial to it. Now if you would kindly stop ruining the moment."

Richard chuckled, "It is a rather nice view." He rolled back to his desk and continued, "Have a seat."

"I would rather stand. You'd mar the view from straight on." She had turned away from him staring out the window.

"Rather petulant, alright then I'll meet you halfway. Ms. Penny what is it that I can do for you today?" He turned his chair to face her yet again.

"I thought you would never ask Richard, and since you have been so kind as to allow free reign of your office, I'll ask nicely." A smile alighted her face as she walked to the edge of his desk. Leaning forward she set down a thick manilla folder on his desk, "What does this mean to you?"

Richard reached out for the folder and his reading glasses. The folder had some heft to it for paper. Adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose the words came into sharp focus. He recognized it immediately. It was the Vasco Fund quarterly earnings report. He had read it this morning before the report had be published internally. Rather than let on he flipped through some of the more relevant pages of the report. He might be busy, but he was enjoying himself. 

She was growing impatient next to Richard, as if even she was getting tired of the charades, while staring out the window. Leaning back against the desk, she finally interjected a tad petulant, "So?" 

"It looks like this quarters Vasco Fund report. What of it?" he waited.

"Just the Vasco Fund? I know Roberts talked with you and confirmed the fund distribution numbers." she quipped back at him. She apparently came well informed. Richard pretended to not to notice her comment as he glanced back at the report. "Don't play coy with me my dear Dick."

"Penny!" he said a little more excitedly than he desired rising instantly to his feet. He stood over her the report forgotten on the desk. "I don't know what your aim is here, but I will not stand here and..."

"Finally," she cut him off. "I was beginning to run out of patience."

"What?" Richard's ire stalled by the arbitrary statement.

"You addressed me by my name versus 'Ms.' Penny." she smirked at him. "If you can't address me how I've asked then why should I?"

With his fault laid bare before him, his anger began to fizzle out. He suddenly realized how close to Penny he was standing. Her perfume was intoxicating, and her eyes piercing as they looked up at him. He began to shift his weight to create space when he felt his tie pulling taut stopping him.

"I do believe you owe me an apology," Penny had his tie in hand pulling him towards her. Her lips press against his, and within moments the initial shock and hesitation faded from his mind. Supple yet firm her lips did not waiver in passion which, he realized, he returned with zeal. After a short eternity she pulled away and whispered. "I begrudgingly accepted your apology."

Thoughts whirled around his head as he stood stunned in silence. Before he could muster a response she began to laugh quietly, and flashed him a dazzling smile. "Richard you really are a true gentleman. I think that is what I might like the most about you. It's what makes you so much fun."

"You are incorrigible aren't you?" Richard whispered.

"Says the pot calling the kettle black," her hands wandered across his back. "Being so professional and distant. 'Ms. Penny' you are the only one who refuses to call me by my given name. Besides what's the rush? Your numbers aren't going anywhere."

"It seems my sins are grievous," Richard's eyes gazed into hers, his hands resting on her hips. "I'll have to see my lawyer though, as my loose tongue has been rather self incriminating as of late."

"I'll give you a plea deal since you are so desperate. The plaintiff is gracious, and would drop all charges if you henceforth address her by her given name 'Penny'. Secondly I motion to mix business and pleasure." her eyebrows raised she looked at Richard expectantly.

"Hmmm," he postured as if in deep contemplation then he pulled her close. " Motion granted. Consider me at your disposal Penny."

"I love it when I win," Penny leaned into him kissing him excitedly. Her hands splayed out across his back grasping at his suit jacket. Leaning back she did not even miss a beat, "So about this Vasco Fund matter. I don't agree with Robert's numbers. I think it is foolish that he invests so heavily in oil. It exposes the fund to unnecessary risk."

"Why don't you bring this up to Robert or the board?"

"I plan to, I want to check my numbers against the company calculator first. Lucky me he is just my type." She leaned in once again for a soft kiss and then another.

"How am I supposed to crunch numbers," he whispered between pecks. "If I can't get a word in edgewise?"

She hesitated for a second, pouting, "I don't like this. I want to have my cake and eat it too. Wait..." A devilish grin alighted her face. "I have an idea."

Penny pushed herself up onto Richard's mahogany desk, and began hiking up her professionally short grey skirt revealing a pair of light blue lacey panties. She reached out to Richard with one hand, and pulled him over to her. She leaned in as close as she might to alite a kiss upon his lips. "Business demands we skip some of the pleasantries, as saddened as that makes me."

"I'll make an IOU," he quipped.

"Would you? I would really appreciate that." She took his hand in hers and kissed it. She pressed it against her bosom, and guided his hands down her lithe torso. Finally coming to rest with her gently holding his hand against her soft panties. Richard could feel the warmth of her womanhood pressing into the palm of his hand. "Now where was I? Ah yes Robert, and his love of the oil industry."

"The oil industry has traditionally been a solid performer," Richard interjected.

"This is not church Richard this is Wall St. Tradition has no place in our work." she groaned audibly as Richard's fingers massaged her mound. "I think Robert is blinded to important market data because of his bias."

"You are an incredibly attractive woman and then you talk business, and it's all I can do to not take you right now," Richard's hand never once stopping gently yet firmly massaged her vulva. 

"Stop it Richard you're making me blush." she couldn't stop herself from smiling. "But you can't talk yourself out of this exchange."

"What sources do you have to back up this claim?" he retorted back on topic.

"What sources?" her voice quivered for a second, and she held onto him for support. Taking a breath she tried again, "What sources? Have you seen the headlines. The controversial fracking that people are up in arms about? Oh, you are good at this. Yes just like that," a moan escaped her lips, and then she continued. "Or does the Keystone pipeline ring any bells? What about the unrest in some of the Russian satellite countries?" 

"Yes I have read them, though they are exactly what you say they are, headlines." Richard grunted when he felt her hand press against his swollen member through his pants. He in turn slipped his hand beneath her panties deftly and stimulated her clitoris, "The devil makes work for idle hands." 

She moaned in response and hooked her arms around his neck.

Richard continued, "I need data and numbers. The news is sensational and though it does affect many sectors energy funds are where people run to for security in the face of said sensationalism."

"What you don't trust me?" She looked up at him with her big brown eyes.

"Penny you came to me. I am not going make wild speculation based off hearsay. If you want my opinion I need sources."

"With an attitude like that how can I not play with you?" she smiled knowingly at him. Arching her back to reach him and kissed him passionately. "You are right I did come to you," a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. Freeing one hand she purused through the manilha folder still splayed out beside her from when Richard had excitedly dropped it. Her hips slowly gyrating against his hand. Tactfully her fingers pulled out a set of pages stapled together from the bottom of the pile. "So I had the foresight enough to bring my sources. I couldn't risk having to run out halfway through now could I?"

"If I didn't know better I would say you planned this whole series of events." he looked at her incredulously. Taking out his handkerchief with one hand he leaned in, "I'm afraid I need both hands for this." he kissed her briefly as he withdrew his hand from between her thighs and wiped it off. He plucked the papers from Penny's outstretched hand. 

"That's okay I found a new toy," smiling up at him she cupped the bulge showing through his slacks. Sliding off the desk and onto her knees Penny began to undo the fly of Richard's pants. Richard felt as Penny made quick work of his clasp and zipper while he skimmed through her sources. He had to restart the paragraph he had just finished when Penny took him into her mouth. 

He must have shown a tell cause Penny noticed something. Sliding her lips up the shaft she pulled away and quipped, "What's the matter Richard, I thought you weren't shocked by sensational headlines or maybe you're enjoying yourself? Though I'm not sure if that is from my oral abilities or my numbers." Her sentence trailed off as she went back to satisfying her oral fixation.

"Penny," his thoughts stumbled, "If numbers did what you are doing to me I would become inept very quick. One more moment though, you aren't making this easy by any means." Richard went back to concentrating on reading.

Penny took this chance to torment and pleasure the ever composed Richard. Richard could feel as she worked his shaft with gusto taking this moment of silence to concentrate her efforts. He skimmed through the documents as best he could, and double checking them against his numbers. An impressive feat considering the rather enthusiastic distraction in his pants. "Where do you find your sources? Some of this information isn't supposed to be published until tomorrow. Look at these dates?" 

Pulling back Penny swallowed, and took a breath. Stroking his cock with both hands she retorted, "I'm good at talking to people. They always open up to me in the end. They help me I help them." She smiled up at him on her knees, and then resumed giving him a blow job.

"Noted," Richard remarked. "Well your numbers check out. What are you propos..."

Richard's words where abruptly cut short as he felt her take him inside her mouth to the hilt. Richard gasped and grabbed the desk for support. Sliding up the girth of his manhood she paused teasing the head of his cock with her tongue. Releasing him from her mouth she licked her lips and stood to face him. "It's no fun when you just agree with my insinuated indecency. Do you think me loose?"

"We are both adults, your affairs are yours just as I mine are my own," Richard retorted mildly taking this chance to regain his composure.

"You're either a terrible flirt or refreshingly progressive maybe I'll let it slide this once." Penny's eyes full of hunger and mischief she went in for another kiss. All of a sudden Richard felt vibrations between them, and Penny drew back. "I'm terribly sorry Richard I need to check that." She slipped her hand between her cleavage, and pulled out her blackberry. "Awww, I have a meeting in fifteen minutes." 

"I guess we'll just have to move the meeting forward and skip the rest of the pleasantries." Richard kissed her forehead, "Unless of course that would be cutting it too close for your comfort?"

"Don't even think for a second you are getting out of this." she slyly looked up at him. Stepping back she sat on his desk, and pulled Richard towards her by his tie. "Let's settle this like adults." Reaching back she closed Richards laptop; grabbing the manilla folder with it she offered them both to Richard.

"I never knew you were so considerate Penny," Richard took the offering and set it to the side.

"You never took the chance to find out," Penny retorted laying herself across the dark veneer of the mahogany desk. She looked expectantly up at him as she spread her legs. 

"Consider me a changed man. I have learned from my mistakes," Richard stepped up to her and slipped her panties down past her knees letting them fall off. "Even though I find this banter more than stimulating, I do believe we are short on time." Her figure lying prone before him he reached out for her legs pinning them against his chest. Lining himself up he pressed his girth inside of her moist womanhood. Penny closed her eyes and groaned clutching at the edge of the desk. 

Richard watched as she opened her eyes and looked at him. She was astounding. Her eyes were alight with a fiery hunger. 

"On with business then," her voice broke him from his muse. "So what I'm proposing is a shift out of oil markets by about fifty percent, and redistributing that amount into renewable energy sources. Such as wind farms, solar, and geothermal investments budding areas within the power markets. I already have a series of companies with returns that match the performance criteria of the Vasco Fund." She finished her statement a little hurried, and bit her lip muffling a moan.

"It appears you already have everything in order. Don't get me wrong I have found your company enjoyable much to my chagrin." Richard smiled down at her as he pressed his way deeper and deeper inside of her.

"Rich..." her voice caught as he felt her warmth contracting around his member. Her back arched, and her hands clutched at his desk. His pace measured and punctuated it took her a moment to regain her bearings and retort. "Richard, don't play with me. If all I wanted was someone to nod their head and say yes there are plenty of people around this office I could have asked." She adjusted herself on the desk and gave him an emphatic glare.

"Haha, Penny you're an item." Richard could feel himself growing even more excited. "The board will not agree to a fund redistribution of that size. Especially for a low risk low reward fund. They will agree to a removing twenty percent from the oil allocation."

Penny though enjoying herself did not look amused, "Twenty percent! That's it?"

"If you high ball them first with thirty percent you might be able to get them to settle for twenty two percent. They are not going to budge more than that." Penny moaned interrupting him briefly, "Have you ever thought about doing international stock funds? I think they would suite you much better."

Penny laid her head back on his desk softly moaning with her eyes closed. Richard could only guess at what she was scheming. Then her eyes snapped open, and propping herself up with her arms she pushed herself up towards Richard. "Is that all you've got?" Her eyes searched his face for some reaction.

"Are you questioning my estimates or my performance?" Richard chuckled at her forwardness. "My abilities either way are what they are. It is up to you to decide if they are good enough for you."

Wrapping his arms around her hips he lifted her off the wooden surface. She threw her arms around his frame to catch her balance at her sudden change in center of gravity. 

Giving in to the moment she kissed him passionately locking her legs around his. Using him as a foundation she raised and lowered herself onto him as his hands firmly gripped her buttocks supporting her weight. Penny pulled herself close to him. Biting at his neck she groaned softly.

Richard's muscles constricted and stretched in quick succession as she slid up and down the girth of his shaft. With gravity to aid he effortlessly penetrated deep inside of her. Each time Penny sunk to the nadir she groaned ever so quietly in his ear. Richard could feel as he pressed up against her uterus. His breath growing haggard at the straining of his muscles and the growing arousal inside him. In response to his subtle ticks she started to undulate her hips with more exaggerated motions. 

"Richard," her voice hushed, but her intentions pronounced. Richard grunted and gave into his own passion. 

Richard could feel the air from her nostrils rush past his neck as she bit her lips containing her moans. She whimpered, and Richard felt as her body began to spasm and cling to him. It was more than he could withstand. Endorphins rushing through his system he braced himself. Endeavouring to hold onto Penny through the rush. Her weight hanging on his frame as she was lost within her own pleasure.

As the sensations faded he could feel his muscles strain. Taking a step forward he shifted his weight to lower her back onto the desk. Understanding his intentions she shifting her own weight to help him ease her down. Her fingers traced across his back and down his sides as he pulled back. Her face flush, and her eyes glowing. Relief washed across his muscles. 

They were both silent for a moment as they recomposed themselves. Richard adjusting himself sheathed his implement, and zipped up his pants. Penny straightened her skirt and then fixing her blouse. Retrieving her panties from the floor she flashed him a smile, and tucked them into her bra right next the blackberry.

Leaning in Penny gave him a peck on the cheek, "I hate to rush out but I have to freshen up a tad before my meeting." She could not resist, and kissed him again. This time on the lips effervescent yet brief. Tearing herself away she walked to the door.

Richard remembering, "Wait. Penny, you never told me your decision."

"Oh I didn't, well I guess we'll have to discuss it some other time then." she flashed him a mischievous look closing the door behind herself.

Richard usually composed plopped down in his chair exasperated. He turned to look back out the window. Wall St was never what he expected as a kid.



The Dairy



Walking down the stairs to the basement, the stifled moans and groans of the livestock never failed to bring a smile to the Master's face. Unlocking the heavy wooden doors, The muffled noises soon became a loud constant ambiance as the Master walked past two rows of stainless steel cages. inside each one, a man with his arms and legs lashed to the cages and a chair under their stomachs to keep them in the milking position. Each one had a hose hooked onto his penis and was milking the creamy cum straight from his overworked, smooth glistening balls.

"#233. Looks like your output is satisfactory, although you haven't been eating all your food. Anything to say for yourself?"

Looking up, #233 glared at the Master as the machines started to warm up again. His eyes tried to keep level with the Master, but soon succumbed to the unyielding milking machine. Straining against his bonds, #233 groaned and started thrusting his hips to rhythm of the suction. A bright red ball gag kept #233 from saying anything more than a moan that sounds remarkably like a moo.

"Good boy, now if you would always eat with that same energy we wouldn't have any problems. Do you remember the food tube? If you don't eat properly, I'll be forced to use it again. Is that what you want? "

The look of fear shot across #233's face when even the mentioning the food tube. The food tube was the only way to force feed uncooperative animals. The process involves snaking a tube down your throat and filling you up with liquid food mash. Not the most pleasant meal at all, but it kept them fed and healthy. Livestock live and die by their master's will.

"Now, keep up the good work, boy. Maybe I'll let you out with the other's to graze this afternoon. But if you continue this rebellious attitude, I can't trust you with the herd and will need to give you...special attention. Would you like that, boy?"

Shaking his head back and forth, #233 remembered the others that received "special attention". The last one was a big burly man, lumber jack chested with biceps that were thicker than my waist. He seemed to break every cage he was in. At last, the Master had enough and took the big guy aside. No one knows quite what happened, but when the master came back, he had a new puppy named Spot heeling and fetching like a good dog. Hell, he even panted and begged for table scraps sitting on his hind legs like a dog. His thick cock swinging between his legs. Sometimes the master would attach a leash to the balls and would take him on walks in public. The Master uses him now to herd the livestock and watch over us so that we don't escape. Whatever happened, #233 couldn't have wanted to be a mindless minion at the Master's beck and call...could he?

Straining his neck to reach the food bowl, #233 finished the rest of his uneaten porridge. The Master watched in silence as #233 slobbered his way through the mash and even licked his bowl clean.

"Good boy, I guess Spot will have to wait a little longer for his own bitch."

Reaching through the cage, Master disconnected the milking tube. #233's limp dick-teat flopped against his thigh. Five milking sessions can really drain a good cock.

Stroking the soft flesh, the Master squeezed out a drop of cum onto his finger.

"hmmmm, delicious. Maybe we should market you separately from the others. Pure man's milk! Sounds marketable, wouldn't you agree?"

Spot came crawling down the stairs on all fours. A brown dog tail wagged happily from his butt plug. He stopped in front of #233's cage and whined as he looked back and forth between the cage and Master.

"Awww, Spot really had his heart set on you. Better not forget to stay a good boy, honestly I'd rather have another dog...next time."

The Master continued down the line of cages, poking and prodding some, praising others for an abundant milk supply. Spot followed by his heels and soon was wagging his tail again as the Master squeezed some fresh milk for him to drink.

Looking back at #233's cage, the Master chuckled. #233 had come a long way since being the local priest and stealing precious milk from the alter boys, some soon to be livestock. The master had caught him in the act and now had him literally by the sack. Of course at this point, the priest couldn't escape even if he wanted to. He comes voluntarily during milking time and sometimes even hooks up his own hose. Domesticated livestock can't function in the wild.



The Dairy Maid



The first time you entered my life was when I saw you sitting at the outdoor setting of my small café with and older lady presumedly your mother, both of you discreetly dressed. It was late in the day, sun shinning against your blonde shoulder length hair, your back to me as you bent over lifting a baby from a stroller. I sought your attention our eyes meeting and faces smiling as you and your mother asked for coffee, and then meekly asked as if ashamed if you could feed your baby. Ordering lite coffee I busied myself in making them whilst watching your stunning features, you discreetly lifted your top, fiddled with you mammary holding bra, releasing one mammaries as your babe attached himself to the nipple you gave him.

On returning with coffee I smiled and asked out of politeness how was the baby going, you proceeded to tell me that you had too much milk and it was difficult at present. Looking down past your eyes I saw a baby sucking on this most beautiful milk engorged mammary, the baby taking in the full nipple, the mammary skin stretched tight with small dark vessels supplying the mammary its goodness.

Weekly you have come in for your coffee , sometimes with a friend or your mother, sometimes alone as if you wanted company , lately you have been coming in late ,just before closing , whilst I have been there alone, more for a chat , but never afraid to display your milk swollen mammaries as you feed your babe

. 

The first of day that I first started to appreciate you.

I watched you busy your self, breasts straining to be released, they pushed tight against your blouse ,the blouse you wore before your breasts became to their lactating state, now the blouse is too small for your breasts to comfortably be held within, they are pushing out to be released, to be relieved, to be used to satisfy many wants 

Full of lactating milk, as you bend over in my direction, your enlarged cleavage displays your swollen breasts, breasts with darkened veins supplying the goodness of sustaining life.

Standing in front of me I unbutton the top of you blouse, one button at a time, the blouse spreading apart under the weight of your milk swollen breasts, slowly displaying your cleavage between the blood veined soft white skin, the veins are like rivers flowing from its source, the source that I seek, the smaller triberties gaining strength and size till they reach your tight supporting chest and disappear inward.

Another button and more flesh as you stand there in a trance, eyes fixed on my hands as the next button displays the edge of the material that is restraining the rest of the flesh of these mammaries. A well used clasp in the centre of the restraining material is tightly bound holding the mammaries from escaping 

I can feel your tension as your hands rise through mine and slowly unclasp the bra at your centre line even though your blouse I not fully undone. the pressure within pushes the bra to onside as I watch with pleasure your mammaries escape to bulge out above your open blouse , nipples still just covered by the hanging flaps of your bra 

Your small white hands fall below mine then grasp my arms as if as support, my finger tips move up and down your breast bone as we both watch them follow the dark rivers to their source lifting the hanging covering over your seeping mountain peaks, they are like a volcano smouldering away emitting small amounts of goodness to the world but ready to explode and shoot forth and relieve the pressure with in.

Still pressured from the undone blouse your mammaries push upwards as if sitting in a push up bra as my fingers source their tips  

Extended nipples peak through the thin material as my lips search and fingers desire them. We both watch the nipples being exposed as I move the last remaining covering, the tips are exuding small drips in anticipation of being drained ,you are longing to have the pressure released as my fingers follow the swollen blood vessels to the sensitive areolas ,their centre nipple erect and ready to gush 

As the tip of my tongue touches your right nipple my right thumb and index finger seek out your left nipple to pressure that nipple so no goodness can escape but it will build up pressure within and you may have to beg me to release the pressure. 

My tongue curls under your nipple as my top lip put slight pressure above your nipple, even the slightest touch has milk flowing down my tongue 

As you sigh with relief an watch your milk flow from you to me,

I lap at your excreting nipple as you watch me feeding upon you, you can feel the relief as you milk flows to my mouth across my tongue 

. Bringing the milk supplying nipple into my mouth further, my lips put a little sucking pressure on the tip of your mammary to squirt milk to the back of my throat with each suck. I swallow as I suck whilst I can feel the pressure building up in your tightly clasped unsucked mammary

You start to beg me to suck the other mammary to release the pressure as you feel its about to burst but I haven't finished with the first as the teat is still squirting with each suck, the sweet light milk is flowing from the sides of my mouth down my chin as I enjoy the tormenting of your nipple with the tip of my tongue rather than using my tongue for swallowing. 

Your hands now clasp my head, run through my hair trying to pull my lips to your other mammary as you beg me to release its pressure, to suck on your left nipple and take you life sustaining goodness away. My fingers still control your left nipple, the pressure I am applying must be hurting as I can feel you squirm as you now beg me to let go before you bust   

I release the pressure from my fingers and feel your warm milk squirting through my fingers to the floor below, My fingers slip around the swollen mammary lifting it from your half undone blouse as a steady stream of milk squirts out ward on its long projectery to the polished wooden floor below, puddling into areas where the flow is enough to join the droplets from the splatter of the fall of the journey from your nipple to the floor. 

Dragging my lips from the right flagging mammary I moved slowly to the squirting left nipple ,placing my lips over it to suck in its goodness with my fingers still beneath it ,spread apart ready to pump it if its flow starts to wain.

You have been delivering me your goodness and I providing the relief you tempory needed 

Standing back I look down at your Mammaries ,held up by your still unbuttoned blouse , a lady I hardly know except for small morning chit chat , 

The mammaries now suckled dry but still pumped out wards nipples still erect by soft, our soft blonde hair falling onto your shoulders.

Standing there in front of me I wonder if you are now primed to take the next step in the direction we have taken... Your breast freeing blouse holding up your mammaries has slipped out of your long skirt that circles your slim waist curves tightly over your small but distinct rounded arse and tightest around your thighs but not that tight that would impede you from walking or siting.

You place a hand upon my shoulder and slip it behind my neck, applying a little pressure though I won't resist brings your lips up to met mine. Your lips part upon first contact and you continue to devour me as if it is our last kiss ,your body presses into mine, suckled breasts pushing into my chest , your groin squirming hard into mine as if you know that you are grinding your pelvis onto my manhood. Your tongue seeks out mine as they twist around each other.

My hands slip behind you grasping your buttocks firmly pulling you in even harder, your breasts squash against my black shirt covering my chest, they now leaking the residues of your mammaries onto my shirt.

The silence is broken by your phone ringing, it rings till it times out as you step back from our embrace, your tussled blonde hair falling onto your shoulders as you smile and menton that you will have to answer it next time.

You look down at the bulge in my pants and drop your right hand down to gently grasp it through the cloth restraining material, "perhaps next time I can repay the complement you gave me". 

Your phone rings again, your left hand ruffles through your bag till your extract the vibrating machine to your ear and answer hello, it's your husband I presume from the answers you are giving to the callers questions. Your right hand slowly running up and down my swollen manhood as you chat, our eyes meeting as you smile frequently at something the caller has said. 

Finishing your conversation with 

"I love you so much and can't wait to be with you, see you shortly at the airport, have booked a special place for tonight, its been so long can't wait to feel you deep inside me ' love ya, see ya in an hour, be prepared"

I n the meantime your right hand grasped my man hood ever so firmly.

The phone called finished, putting the phone down you smiled and started to explain the hubby had been overseas for a 6 months, and was returning on a plane shortly, so this would be our last contact.

Placing the phone down beside us your left hand joins your right as the both fumble with my zip, pulling it down over the bulge in my pants with great difficulty, your small white hand the one with wedding rings on it slip inside the hole you have made. You are standing back a little as I watch your swollen breasts displayed on the platter of your still half undone blouse. 

Your lips part as your hand grasps my manhood through the maze of material normally protecting it, your tongue seeps to the edge of your lips as if you are displaying it in torment then slowly you run it around your parted lips as if you could be licking my manhood, you are teasing me and well and truly know it. Your ringed hand is now fighting with the constraining material that protect me as you pull and twist my manhood to the surface through the small orifice you have made in my clothing.

You right hands take over from your left hand as your left hand is lifted to my lips, your fingertips opening them slightly, and my tongue tipping your fingertips as you watch my eyes watching your tongue circle your lips. I can now feel your hand sliding the length of my manhood your fingers running over the blood engorged knob, moving its slimy oozing excrement around the knob, coating the knob, sometimes fingernails digging in behind the knob and the shaft. You have full control at present and you know it. You must be a very dominating person, you like control. 

With out warning you say 

"One good turns deserves another you released my pressure now I am going to release yours"  

 Yours fingers slide from my mouth as you slip to your knees on the milk splattered floor Skirt pulled up so it won't be stained, your other hand still grasping onto my manhood.

I look down past you blonde hair as you look up at me smiling your lips only inches from my blood engorged manhood., further down past your smile I view you blood engorged breasts still supported by your half unopened blouse, breasts that I a few minutes ago I had emptied of the goodness, nipples swollen building there milk volumes behind them to be release again.

Your tongue flicks out like a snakes tongue feeling the surrounding for feed stocks, yours sense the salty aroma from the oozing liquid from the small split on the tip of my man hood. The tip of your tongue just moves across my tip of manhood taking some of the liquid it is emitting and then flicks it back into your mouth as if trial tasting to see if the food source is safe.

Now your tongue flicked out again, this time though your tongue cupped the head of my manhood onto your tongue as I dribbled sweet salty liquid onto your tongue as your tongue muscles massaged the under belly of my head. Then slowly your tongue drew the tip of my manhood to your lips, your lips just parted to kiss just the tip, just the part oozing the nectar you relished. As the suction came upon my small opening as I did similar to your nipples only minutes earlier your suction too increased as your lips expanded to take the whole knob between those beautifully shaped lips

Your tongue worked feverishly around my soft and excited tip as you took just a smaller length in so that your teeth could clamp behind my head so that I would not be able to escape. The pressure you exerted was severe I wondered if you wanted the real meat rather than the fluid you were sucking for. But you proceeded with your punishment of my manhood and I adjusted from pain to pleasure as pressure built up deep with in me. 

You could feel my pressure building as your tempo increased.

Your head was now bobbing around on the end of my manhood as I watched with pleasure you apply your craft of pressure reduction. My hands left the bench I was hanging onto behind me to move onto your bobbing head, my fingers twined through your blond hair , tingled your ears and massaged your neck , played with the pressure applying body before me , soon the pressure releasing body,

Fingers crept around your checks to where the finger tips traced wet lines of escaped liquid from your lips, lips so soft but so tightly clasped onto my manhood.

I watched with excitement as you did your work. I watched you're heaving breasts on either side of my manhood The Rivers of blood vessels fading near their summits as the nipples squeezed drips upon the floor. 

The thought of sending my manhood to massage those breasts brought me to the brink of exploding, the fluid was moving within me. My hands moved back to hold your head as I was about to injected my milk to you , a return of goodness or a relief of pressure.

I watched your lips as I started to shunt the liquid along my manhood, your lips were unquivering, still sucking and I still could feel your tongue lapping up my spurting milk. I watched enthralled as I could see you throat gulp, swallow my injected cream.

As my manhood slowed to a dribble your mouth opened but your tongue continued to mop up the remaining seeping dribbles. 

I was at my end and you were ready to go on your way as you rose from your kneeing position , looking my straight in the eyes and saying "one good turn deserves another " With this your hands went behind my head and your manhood sucking lips met my breast sucking lips in a flurry of lust. Tongues intermingled, lips mashed juices flowed from of orifice to the other, your salty taste mingling with my milky taste. You held your body close to mine and I pulled your groin into mind, for that brief minute we were one.

Great things have to come to an end as your phone rang again as were broke apart, your husband wanting to know were you were, "traffic problems'

I moved to straighten myself and return my manhood to under its covers. Whilst you endeavoured to reattach the centre hook of your bra one handed. I reach up and with both my hands brought together the two sides of the mammary holding material whilst you clasped the hook into the correct position, still talking to your husband as to how much you have missed him.

You breath in as I button your tight blouse up ,pulling in your mammaries , still letting my fingers feel the swollen vessels in the process, all as you chat and smile at me.

Finishing your conversation you put down the mobile and reach your arms around my neck bringing your lips to just touch mine and whisper "I must go traffic jams don't last for ever" a small kiss and you were off.

Perhaps I would see you again perhaps anything could happen, you were my mystery blonde lady. My Dairy Maid