His voice was so low, she strained to hear it. “The only offense would be if your profile lied.”
“Oh, you mean uh... that part was accurate.”
He knelt in front of her and became visible. He was dressed in soft shadows. Even kneeling, his head was still even with her breasts. She swallowed.
He drew his tongue over the exposed cleavage. He peeled the fabric away from her left breast, and he licked her nipple. She felt the heaviness of her milk letting down, and when he sucked, she squirted. The other breast started to seep.
He looked up at her with coal-black eyes. “Precisely as advertised.”
He wrapped an arm around her to carry her to the bed. He got up with her in his arms, and when she was on the soft coverlet, he lay nearly on top of her and stroked his hand up her inner thigh while he returned to sucking and drinking. He shuddered as he moved to the other breasts, and she whimpered when she felt his fingers slide inside her.
She swallowed and clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the whimpers as his fingers slipped and slid inside and around her until he gently bit her nipple, and she came apart. Her head went back, her neck flexed, and her thighs shook as her body pulsed in search of a cock to milk. Her low cry was one of despair.
“Ah, such a lonely sound.”
She was glad that her mask covered her eyes, but the tears still fell.
He went back to softly sucking at her as if she was his primary source of sustenance. He reached for her hand and placed it on the thick, wavy hair on his head. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held her to him. She felt the slow, deliberate rhythm of his sucking, and she felt the flex of his throat with her thumb. She shifted her legs as her arousal started again. It was the first time that she had gotten aroused while an adult was feeding from her. Normally, she got comments about being a cow, but this patron had his focus, and he wasn’t letting anything jar it. If the erection pressed to her thigh was any indication, he wanted her. He was just settling in for the long haul.
Her patron had three and a half hours remaining, and he didn’t appear to be in a hurry.
He lay with his head on her breast, toying with the other. “Do you ever run out?”
They still hadn’t actually had sex, and she was a little nervous. “Um. No.”
“You wet nurse children.”
“Yes, but I also pump to keep things from getting ridiculous.”
“You smell like coconut oil.”
She blushed. “It helps manage the skin expansion and contraction. Cracked nipples are no joke.”
“Can you lick them?”
She put her hand over the mask. “Um, yes.”
“You get that question a lot?”
“I do.”
“Do you drink from yourself?”
“Only when I am thirsty, and I can’t find a coffee shop.”
He looked up at her and grinned. The translation through the mask was terrifying. There were a lot of sharp points to his teeth.
“How do you see through that?”
“It projects a thermal image with a sonar overlay. You are grey and blue.” She touched his hair. “This is black.”
He smiled. She brushed the back of her fingers against his lips. “Your teeth are silver.”
“That sounds terrifying.”
“How long until you are full again?” He nuzzled at her breasts.
“I have a constant supply but will be topped up in about thirty minutes.”
He made a happy sound. “Good. Will you pump for me and again before you leave?”
“I didn’t... I don’t have any.”
“I brought my own supplies.” He chuckled. “Just in case.”
She shivered. “Oh. Okay. It takes close to half an hour to pump.”
She swallowed and asked the question that was on her mind. “Patron, why do you find this interesting? There are more normal women on the roster of Blind Date.”
“I have had a request for someone like you in with the agency since they opened up. How long have you been listed?”
“Ah. I have been live for six weeks. The eight weeks of training I had to get through was intense. I was way too naïve going into this.”
“Do you regret this?”
“No, it has just been a lot to learn. Management doesn’t want us to be caught by surprise when a patron requests something.” She traced her fingers through his hair. His ears had a slight point. He had a physical and practical activation.
“You already know what I want. What do you want?”
She swallowed. “Patron, may I be frank?”
“Please.”
“I want more.”
He pressed a hand over her belly, and he smiled. “Explain in detail, Eleven.”
“Um, I would like you inside me.” She blushed. “More detail?”
He nodded. “As much as you can manage.”
“Your cock inside me, your body over mine, and thrusting into me until I cum.” She squeaked out. “If that is not on your agenda, that is fine, Patron.”
He opened the side closure of her dress and started to pull it free of her body. “That sounds like an excellent plan. But, you have asked for it, so be careful what you wish for.”
She got a little nervous. This booking had required a full cleanse with no specific reference to anal sex, and it was marked with a just-in-case tag. It meant that the patron wasn’t opposed to wanting it.
She was stripped to her G-string in under a minute, and then that was whisked away. It didn’t go with her dress; it ended up near a pack she could make out on a bedside table.
He stripped off the shadowy clothing and returned to her. His clothing had hidden elegant detail and a lot of muscle. There was also something going on below the waist that her mask was struggling to pull out of the shadow. It was hot, but that was about it.
“Now, you did not request
