Brian walked in through the doors of the bar. While normally he wasn’t the type to drink, tonight he was making a special exception. The only thing is, he wouldn’t be drinking alcohol. This bar happened to be a special one, most people called it a BDSM club, but it was more like a place that people with shared kinks could meet and participate in safe and sanctioned events.
He had only been a couple of times, but preferred to be more of an observer than a participant. However, tonight just happened to cater to his specific kink. Brian had been alerted to it through one of his online messaging boards that those who cater to ABF relationships would be here tonight. More specifically, that lactating women looking for someone to feed would be here.
Sure enough, Brian entered the club and was greeted by a sign directing him to the back room. He entered through the doorway and couldn’t help but get a little giddy by what he saw. Women with chests of all sizes lounged around in bean-bags or walked around the room talking to people. A couple of them were feeding patrons right out in the open while others seemed to go behind a curtain or in a separate room.
Brian felt a little intimidated, it is one thing to express his desires in an anonymous chat-room, it was another to go into the world and talk about it. He almost left, when a hand was placed gently on his shoulder. Brian startled but turned to see a woman, probably in her late twenties or early thirties, “Easy there, big guy. No reason to be afraid,”
“I’m not afraid, just a little…” Brian says.
“…Overwhelmed?” She finished.
“Yeah, I’ve never actually done this is in real life.”
“I can sort of tell,” She teased.
Brian blushed and reached a hand behind his neck, scratching nervously. “Would you want to find out more…?”
“Brian, my name is Brian.”
“Well Brian, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Cara. Some of us girls are here pretty regularly to feed whomever, but I’m looking for more of a long-time thing. Is that something you would be interested in?”
“Like with me? Are you sure you wouldn’t want someone more, I don’t know, manly?”
Brian didn’t mean to put himself down, but he couldn’t help it. He was never the popular type of guy and his small frame didn’t gain him any favors either. Cara on the other hand was beautiful. She wasn’t stick thin like he was, with added curves and cushioning around her hips and stomach. He could see the way her chest bulged out of its bra by the shirt she wore, more of a crop-top sort of thing complete with low-waisted jeans. “I approached you, didn’t I? I’m looking for someone to take care of and nurture, is that what you want?”
She leans in to Brian’s ear and whispers, “Do you want to be my sweet boy, Brian?”
Brian shudders at the forwardness, “Yes. Yes please, Cara.”
Cara laughs, “What good manners you have!”
She takes his hand and leads him into one of the private spaces. Inside are a couple of couches and a chaise lounge. Cara sits down and leans backwards into the lounge chair, she pats her lap and gestures for Brian to sit. Brian has to admit, her thick thighs are enticing for cuddling into.
He hesitantly sits down, stiff as a board. ‘It’s okay, Brian. We can go at your pace, relax for me.”
Brian settles a bit hearing that. Cara strokes his back and he relaxes against her body. She cradles him to her chest, patting his hair a little bit, “Are you ready, sweet boy?”
“Mhmm,” Brian nods.
Cara grins and pulls up her top, resting above her pillowy breasts. She wears a nursing bra underneath, containing her overflowing tits. She unhooks the front clasp and Cara’s breasts bounce in Brian’s face. He’s seen pictures online, but nothing compares to the real thing. Her boobs are so soft, as he reaches up to touch them. Cara’s nipples extended and puffy from the friction of her bra. His head is held while she directs him to one of her breasts. At first he has a hard time latching on, but soon gets the hang of it.
Brian sucks at her nipple, the milk in his mouth sweet and tangy. He can’t help but think this is the best feeling in the world as Cara strokes his forehead while feeding him. Brian sucks in long even strokes and he can feel Cara clench her thighs together underneath him.
He doesn’t blame her. While drinking, Brian can feel himself getting hard from feeding alone. Cara notices and instead of getting disgusted like he feared, she reaches her hand down to his pants and starts stroking his cock like she did his head.
Pulling his pants down slightly, Cara frees his dick and wraps her hand around it. She pumps him in firm strokes, occasionally bringing her thumb to tease the head. Brian is trembling as he continues to feed from her. His hips thrusting to follow the warmth of her hand. He cums shortly after but Cara doesn’t stop, stroking him into oversensitivity.
Only when the milk is settled in his stomach and there’s none left in her breast, does she stop. “So, how was that, sweet boy? I don’t normally give hand-jobs in the first session but I couldn’t resist that blissed out face.”
Brian pants in Cara’s lap, still coming down from his high. “You said- you said, we could make this a long-term thing?”
Cara laughs, “Absolutely. Besides, you still have one more breast to get through.”