Queen of Cream
Queen of Cream
An Erotic Lactation Novel
Elliot Silvestri
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Queen of Cream
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter 1
Martin couldn’t stop staring at Sarah’s breasts. He couldn’t actually see them. He could just see their shape through her loose-fitting shirt. More importantly, he could see the outlines of her nipples through the shirt.
They were big nipples.
They were distracting nipples.
Especially since Sarah’s house right now was warm. Extremely warm. Hot enough to cause her and Martin to sweat.
It would have made sense for her nipples to be erect if the house had been cold, but it wasn’t.
Martin had been summoned to Sarah’s house to fix her heating system. Instead of not working at all, it wouldn’t stop putting out heat. A quick assessment determined that the problem wasn’t the thermostat, but a sensor in the boiler. It wasn’t exactly an easy fix, but one that was doable in just this one trip.
“It should cool off soon enough,” Martin said, still staring at her chest instead of her face. He knew he should look away, but he couldn’t help himself. He knew he was going to get a bad customer service review, but was already telling himself it was worth it.
“Thank you.”
He smiled. It was easy to smile looking at her chest. “It’s a good thing this happened in the middle of winter, right? Better a little too hot than to have no heat at all right now. Right?” He sounded like he was babbling. He knew he should leave.
The problem, other than Sarah’s distracting nipples, was that she was also beautiful. Yes, she was older, but that didn’t bother him. He was just glad to have his clipboard of work orders that hid his erection.
“You’re right,” she agreed. Her face was shining from sweat. She was one of those women who worked at home. They were standing in the hallway next to the thermostat that he had just corrected. One doorway led to her at-home office. At least one other door led to a bedroom. “Do you like what you see?” she asked abruptly.
“What?”
Martin managed to tear his eyes away from her chest. He briefly looked down at the floor, noted she was wearing black leggings and was barefoot, before focusing on her face.
“Do you like what you see?” she repeated abruptly.
Martin’s face flushed bright red. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been staring.” He was fucked. He probably wouldn’t get fired, but he was certain he’d have an uncomfortable conversation with HR tomorrow.
Much to his surprise, Sarah shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. Lots of men stare at my tits.”
Martin didn’t know what to do or say. “Uh…I’d better go. If you’d just sign the work order…”
“My nipples are almost always hard,” she told him, not accepting the clipboard he offered to her. “Do you want to know why?”
“Uh…” Words failed him.
“Do you want to know why?” she repeated.
“I have no idea.” This was uncomfortable to say the least.
“It’s a yes or no question,” Sarah clarified. “Do you want to know why?”
“Yes…” He knew that was the wrong answer. There was no right answer.
In response, Sarah...