Milking Station - Sex Stories

Milking Station

“Alright, we’re here.”

“Dude, I’m not going in there.” I had let Mitchell drag me into a lot of stupid situations that turned out to be kind of fun or that at least gave me interesting stories to share at parties. But whatever prank he wanted to pull in the mall’s Breastfeeding Area, I wanted no part of.

“Don't you trust me?”

“No, really not. Is this why you told me not to jerk off for a week? What the fuck?”

“I come here every day. I know all the moms; it will be fine.”

I let him go in there alone, watching as he candidly opened the glass door and disappeared around a wall inside. After a couple of minutes, I resorted to pretending my shoelaces were loose to not look like I was actually stalking hot moms. No screams were heard for five whole minutes, which meant Mitchell really had been welcomed in there to chat with big-breasted MILFs with one tit out. Or they had skipped the screaming part and simply murdered the pervert to protect their babies. Someone had to recover the body...

This was the nicest place in the whole mall. A well-lit haven from the buzzing crowd outside with a whimsical forest mural full of cute squirrels. There were five nursing women in individual armchairs, all young mothers radiating beauty despite their sleepy eyes. Milk-engorged breasts were out in the open (not just the one with a baby attached), and no one covered up when a teen boy entered the room looking for his friend. When you don’t know where Mitchell is, it’s usually ...

... safe to follow the moans. This simple trick worked again; atop a changing table against the wall, the guy was riding a fully nude mom doggy style, her clothes hanging on a nearby stroller. There was a baby between the padded surface and her squished breasts getting massive squirts of milk every thrust. The room’s soundproofing must have been in place for screaming children but it also worked on loud moans because I should have been hearing all that moaning and whining from the walkway. She enjoyed sex like a faking pornstar, but there was zero chance Mitchell had any money to pay her with.

“Look who finally decided to join us.” One of the women said, making my already drumming heart beat faster. She had large breasts and fat, mouth-watering pink nipples. Had her blonde ponytail not been down her shoulder to reach the top of her tits, I wouldn’t have even noticed she was blonde. “Is that your friend, Mitch? He’s scrumptious.”

“I call dibs on his cock. Mommy wants some eggnog for breakfast,” her chair neighbor said, nursing two babies at with her enormous milk bags. Asian features made her look my age, despite the obvious life experience gap.

“Yes, please. Plug that hole for the love of God. I might cum just from not having to hear Lila yap about her husband for 5 minutes.”

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Karie.”

“Quinn, please hurry and fuck her throat, preferably until she passes out.”

It was surreal to hear my name from a beautiful stranger's mouth. It ...