Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:14:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lora Rossini <creamylora@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Dr Milkmaid 3

3.

Following the first 24 hours, Jessica soon became aware of a regular
pattern emerging as she was struck by an incredible sexual awakening her
desire and hunger for nursing and lesbian sex with her two employer
mentors.

First she noticed that, unlike the first evening, she was not freely
invited into the main bedroom. After being taken into Fiona and Ingrid's
house, it was made clear that she was to sleep in her own room. However,
she found that she was not left out in any way. In the morning, Fiona would
often come into her room, lie down and get her to feed from her. Sometimes
just from one breast, sometimes both. This was special for Jessica as she
felt included and cherished by this awesome woman who would want to share
these beautiful moments. Quite often Fiona would gently raise the bed
sheets, slide in next to her and lift her full breast, often leaking with
milk drops forming on her nipple, to Jess's mouth for her to feed
from. During this morning feed, Fiona would often begin stroking and
fingering Jess's clitoris and vagina quickly bringing her to
orgasm. Jessica found this act of close intimacy to be so erotic. Other
times, Jessica could feel Fiona moving her hand upon herself and
masturbating slowly, bringing herself off as she lay nestled next to
Jessica. Then again, often Fiona would take Jessica's hand and place it
firmly over her own vagina and clitoris to indicate that she clearly was
looking for sexual relief as she breast fed Jessica. Despite the regular
sex, Jessica had no ability to predict what the morning may bring, but she
would often lay in bed hoping to hear the pad of Fiona's feet coming to
her.

These morning feeds only drove Jessica wild with desire as she longed for
more of this close, sexual contact. Jessica found herself thinking about
the morning all day and fantasising about the next contact. It was driving
her mad with sexual yearning. Jessica was not sure if Fiona intended this
effect or not, but it had the effect of completely rendering Jessica unable
to function without the direction and control of this amazing
woman. Jessica was addicted, and she freely submitted to this amazing
privilege of feeding from her.

Jessica was also expected to attend the midday `Express Meeting', as it was
called, as Fiona required to be suckled three times a day. Some days, Fiona
would sit on the desk and wrap her legs around which ever woman who was
feeding from her. Some days, Jessica watched as Ingrid drew Fiona's
precious gift from her nipples. Fiona generally dictated with who and how
the feeding was going to occur. Sometimes as Jessica fed from Fiona, she
felt Ingrid's hands sliding up her legs and teasing her clitoris as she
stood behind her. Other times, Fiona directed her to kneel down in front of
Ingrid and taste her sweet pussy as Ingrid fed from her. Yet again on other
days, Fiona would have either Ingrid or Jessica feed from her whilst
directing the other to lick and taste her pussy. Even then, she would
sometimes have both of these women feeding from her at the same time. The
meeting was always short as it was time limited and occurred in the middle
of a consulting roster, with patients waiting outside to be seen. Whilst
not knowing what she would be in for, she did know that plenty of orgasms
were shared in that time, and that Jessica would be assured of being
included.

Then in the evening, Jessica was at the whim of these two stunning
women. She would be called into the lounge room or the bedroom for the
evening feed. Again, Fiona would direct who and how she would nurse either
of these women. In the evening these two women seemed to throw off what may
have been any remaining inhibitions. The evenings could only be described
as a wild romp. Sometimes Fiona would not have enough time to undress
before she had one of these women feeding from her. But soon, there were
plenty of clothes being removed as the sexual energy increased. Jessica
also began to notice that while Fiona controlled both of these women; it
also seemed that Ingrid was the more sexual aggressive and adventurous
lover. Quite often Jessica would find herself being tongue fucked as she
lay next to Fiona, or have Ingrid direct her to taste and lick her pussy
and clitoris. One evening, Ingrid lay on the couch reading and when Jessica
came into the room, Ingrid told her to kneel down before her as she hitched
up her dress, and to begin eating her pussy without any foreplay, soon
bringing Ingrid to a cool orgasm.  It was then that Jessica realised that
Ingrid never wore any panties. It seemed to be another way in which Fiona
kept this woman at her sexual beck and call; by having ready access to her
pussy without having to remove her underwear. And so the order in this
`menage a trois' was established. Fiona was at the top, with Ingrid her
primary lover and sexual partner as second, and then Jessica at the sexual
whim of these two women. He found she was to be completely sexually
vanquished by these two women.

After the first few weeks, Jessica noticed that her ability to self
determine being slowly taken away. Not that it worried her though because
she felt that she was only losing herself into this amazing and fulfilling
sexual relationship. Jessica initially had moved up to Kyabram with little
money, and even fewer clothes, just having finished Uni. She was blown away
by Fiona and Ingrid's generosity as they showered her with gifts of
clothes. Many of these clothes were to wear at work, but many as well were
brought purely for their use in sexual moments; lingerie, revealing
dresses, sheer fabrics, etc. `If clothes maketh the woman', as the saying
goes, Jessica felt that the was going through an amazing transformation,
from her own concept of being a classy, but sporty woman, to that of an
elegant sexual being.

And then Fiona subtly shifted the focus of the relationship. One Thursday
evening, Fiona came in and sat down on Jess's bed shortly after they had
all gone to bed.  "I need you to come to Melbourne with me this
weekend. Ingrid is on call at the hospital, and I have a General Practice
Conference. We'll be leaving after work tomorrow and coming back late on
Sunday. I've booked us a room at the Sofitel," she said. Fiona had used a
tone of voice that brooked no arguments. "Don't worry, I've taken care of
all the arrangements. It is just you and me, my precious milkmaid," Fiona
added, with a smile and a kiss.

On the Friday after work, Jessica came home with Fiona having to leave
Ingrid behind at the hospital. All day, Jessica had wondered what the
weekend held in store given Fiona's directive tone the night before. Soon
after entering the home, Fiona made her plans a little more clear.  She
drew Jess into her bedroom and began a deep passionate kiss as she
undressed her. Once they were both naked, Fiona directed Jessica to lie on
the bed and straddled her waist, running her hands freely over Jess's body.
"Hmmm. Do you like what we have here?"  Fiona asked. There was only one
answer.  "Yes, please," responded Jessica almost in a whisper as she
anticipated what was to come. Jessica reached up and began to fondle and
massage Fiona's breasts. Fiona threw her head back and ground her hips in
pleasure losing herself to Jess's touch. Soon Fiona drew her own hands to
her left breast and kneading it sensually drew a drop of milk to its
nipple.  "Here, drink. My lover, my milkmaid," directed Fiona as she leant
in for Jessica to taste her. As soon as Jessica's lips tasted her sweet
milk, she felt Fiona's hands caress the inside of her thighs as Fiona
reached around behind her. Soon Fiona's finger teased her pussy lips and
her clitoris. Her fingers would slip inside her vagina and then draw her
juices up to slide over Jess's clitoris. It drove her mad with desire, and
soon Jessica shook with orgasm as she desperately drew as much as she could
from Fiona without hurting her precious nipples.  "Good," whispered Fiona
to her, "Now lets see what I have in store for you this weekend," as she
rolled off Jessica and taking her by the hand drew her to her feet and led
her back into Fiona and Ingrid's bedroom.

Sitting Jessica down on the bed, Fiona went into the en suite robe and came
out holding a travel bag and a dress draped over one arm.  "Here are your
clothes for the weekend. I have already packed for you," said Fiona as she
laid the items down on the bed next to her. The dress was a satin black
dress, with a halter neck and an open back. It was unlined and as she
lazily draped it over Jess's legs, she saw its form clinging shape and cool
sensual feel against her skin. She broke out in goose pimples, as its feel
was just so exciting.  "And here, I have some other items," Fiona stated as
she pulled open the bag pulling out some more clothing. The first piece was
a very low cut padded black bra. She began to raise Jess's arms to begin
putting the bra on. Jessica complied and reached through and behind her to
do up the clasps. When it took its shape, Jess understood its desired
effect. Her breasts were raised and pushed forwards. The bra was so low cut
that her nipples stood out above the bra cup and a pronounced cleavage was
clear to see.  "Hmmm, I like it," said Fiona, as she to also took out an
identical piece and put it on herself. The effect of the same bra on Fiona
was to captivate Jess's whole attention. Her milk swollen and firm breasts
seemed to be uncontainable by the small cups of the bra. Her distended
areola and swollen nipples, firm from being full with milk were so
inviting.  Jess just sat there speechless.  "I see you like it as well, my
milkmaid," teased Fiona as she reached for Jessica's dress that lay across
her lap.  Pulling the dress over her head, Jessica could feel the sexiness
of this black number. There was a just a hint of skin through the
material. The lace of the bra was visible through the draping halter as was
her pronounced cleavage due to the push up bra. She could feel the satin
teasing her nipples sending a shiver through her.  "No panties for you
though, my milkmaid.  Now wait here while I get dressed," Fiona stood up
and went into the robe to get dressed. While she was in there, Jess looked
to see what else was in her bag for the weekend. There was not much. A
sheer satin robe, two pairs of thigh high stockings, another lacy bra and
another dress wrapped in tissue paper.  There were also some black
heels. Her curiosity piqued, she also spotted some white satin sash
cords. It seemed that Fiona had selected her clothes with purpose. That
purpose was to obviously have her at her sexual disposal all weekend. Jess
was fine with that as she began to feel a shiver of thrill run through her
body with the anticipation.

When Fiona came out of the dresser, Jess's breathe was taken away. Fiona
was wearing a white business blouse, with at least three buttons
undone. She still wore the same bra and her nipples were clearly visible
through the white material. She wore a short black suited skirt that clung
around her slender hips and legs. She also had on a pair of thigh high
stockings with the lace top visible, her dress was that short. She wore a
pair of shiny black stilettos that raised her almost up to Jess's
height. Fiona carried over a larger bag to the bedroom door and bending
down, Jess saw the skirt ride up and give her a teasing view of her legs,
the tops of the stockings and also that she wore no panties, either.

"Well, come on. What are you waiting for?  We've still got a two hour drive
to get the city, and who knows, we may have to stop along the way and find
something the feed from," smiled Fiona holding her hand out. She drew
Jessica into a close and passionate kiss. Jessica could feel their breasts
tightly pressed as Fiona's tongue explored her mouth, neck and the tip of
her ears. Their hands roamed rapidly over their shoulders, waist and hips
as each strove to become as close as their clothes would allow. Before they
could descend into another love making session, Fiona pulled away from
Jessica, and taking her by the hand led her to the car.

As Fiona drove down the driveway, her hand was already sliding up and down
Jessica's bare leg. It was pretty clear that the weekend was going to be
wild. What Jessica didn't know was that the weekend was also going to be a
precursor to the rest of her time in Kyabram. A spider being led into a
trap is the wrong metaphor in Jessica's situation; more like a kitten being
led before a dish of the most sweet and creamy milk, as she fulfils their
plans for her to become the personal milkmaid to these two beautiful women.


To be continued....

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Love,
Lora