Favourite boy

            Fiona waited in the hall for her interview. She was the last woman remaining after a long process of names being called by a very serious looking butler. Fiona was still in awe of the whole thing. There had been an ad in the paper calling for a live-in maid at an estate not to far from where Fiona was couch-surfing. Not expecting to be called, Fiona mailed in a resume. She had virtually no experience, but at this point, she was getting desperate to find any sort of work.

            To her surprise though, a couple days later she received a call from the butles of all people. They asked her to come in for an interview, although hadn’t mentioned that the interview would be at a huge mansion. She had been in awe driving up, feeling painfully self-conscious of her banged-up Toyota. Still, dressed to the best of her ability, and with her head held high, Fiona had walked through the grand doors. 

            … Only to find 10 other women also waiting. There was no way she would get the job now! It had been a room of distinguished ladies with suits and slicked back hair, no strand out of place. Way better than Fiona’s too old, too short pencil skirt and her somewhat see through blouse. At least that’s what she had thought at the time, however as more ladies got called in, nobody seemed to have gotten the position. Instead, they had all walked out furiously with blushes on their faces. 

            Finally, it was Fiona’s turn. Mustering up her courage, she was led into an ornate office by the butler. Sitting behind a desk, looking exhausted, was an older man with graying black hair. His brows were furrowed and he looked so utterly dejected. It made her heart swoon with sympathy, maybe those women weren’t as good as they seemed to have left him in this state. 

            His eyes met Fiona’s and a small grin appeared on his face. “I apologize for the wait,” he said, “I underestimated how many people would be interested in the position.”

            “No worries, I’m just glad to have an opportunity to meet you.”

            His eyes brightened for a moment, before he seemed to sigh. “You say that now, but I’m afraid there’s been some miscommunication about what exactly I’m looking for. I know the ad said maid, but I was more looking for a… um, wet nurse.”

            “Oh… do you have children?”

            “No, I do not.”

            “So this would be…”

            “For me, yes. It’s been a, um, passion of mine for awhile now, but only recently have I come into the resources to fund it. If you’d like to leave now, I don’t blame you.”

            Fiona thought to herself for a moment, considering her options. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” she said.

            He straightened up in his chair and she could see the butler from the corner of her eye smile. “Really? You know this would entail adult nursing, right? You understand what that means?”

            Fiona laughed, “Yes, I do, believe or not, I have been a part of that community for awhile now.”

            “That’s great! Oh my, I can’t believe- okay, would you like to go over the contract?”

…

            Chris, as Fiona would find out his name was, had private doctors to ensure the process went smoothly. She would take her supplements and spend the rest of the day being waited on by the staff of the manor. Everyone seemed really grateful for the way she was helping their boss.

            Although Chris was the most excited out of all of them. He took frequent breaks from work to check on her, make sure she was doing alright in her new space. A true gentlemen through and through. Even when he bought her a machine, one to create suction on her nipples to produce more milk, he made sure she was completely comfortable with it before even making the suggestion. In response, Fiona had taken off her shirt then and there to start. 

            Finally, after what seemed like forever to her, Fiona woke up to leaking all over her chest. By this point, her nipples had become longer and more pink, constantly being played with by machines, doctors, Chris, or even herself. 

            Putting on one of her nursing bras, Fiona didn’t even bother putting on clothes as she traipsed through the house towards Chris’s office. She found him sitting behind a desk once more, looking painfully stressed, hunched over paperwork. He looked up as she came through the door, receiving an approving look from the butler standing outside. 

            Chris blushed as he saw her state of undress. “Uh, Fiona, to what do I owe the pleasure, umm-”

            Making sure his eyes were on her, Fiona sauntered up to the desk, approaching his chair and giving him plenty of time to say no as she straddled his lap. From there, she unclasped her bra and let her breasts hang free. “Is.. Is it time?” he asked her. 

            “Go ahead and drink, baby. Time for me to help you out, okay?”

            He nodded, a bit speechless, before leaning towards her full breasts in his face. She could feel his cock harden underneath her, but she paid it no mind as the man latched on and began to suck. It was clumsy at first, trying to find a rhythm, but he soon caught on, drinking in long deep strokes. She sighed at the relief of pressure in her chest, Fiona’s head going back. 

When she righted herself again, she noticed that outside of the window were some of the staff- staring into the office with unashamed lust and jealousy. She simply smirked and kissed Chirs on top of his head, brushing his hair slightly with her fingertips. 

Later, Fiona would come to let most of the staff drink from her, finding that she produced enough for everyone. She would feed them whenever she could, walking around mostly half naked around the mansion. However, her number one priority was always Chris, her favorite boy.