The Wet Nurse

Aali Kali stands in front of her bedroom mirror, pulling a corset tight around her body, the black dress that follows clings like a second skin. She shouts down the hallway for her husband to fill the car and wonders where the wet nurse they hired could be. Once he leaves, Zoey Foxx shows up. Introductions done, Aali gets right to it. "Are you lactating?" She leads Zoey upstairs, talking casually until the bedroom door clicks shut. Aali drops onto the edge of the bed and rests her hand on Zoey's thigh. "I need a taste before you feed the baby. I want to be sure it’s sweet." Zoey’s eyes widen. "No one’s ever asked me that before." Aali’s fingers trace circles on Zoey’s bare arm. "Just squirt it into my mouth. No mouths on skin. Nothing weird." After one final glance at the door, Zoey shrugs the tank strap off her shoulder. Aali peels the other strap away, letting Zoey’s full tits spill out. She grabs them hard, squeezing twin streams of milk straight between her lips. Zoey watches, fascinated, then tries to do it herself. The angle’s wrong. Aali pulls her own dress down and demonstrates on her own dripping breasts, sending a hot jet across Zoey’s cleavage. Zoey laughs, reaches back, still fumbles. "Show me on mine." Aali doesn’t hesitate. She pinches Zoey’s swollen nipple, sending milk in a fast arc across the sheets. Zoey bites her lip. "I kind of liked that." Aali glances down. Milk leaks from her own nipples in thick drops. "That happens when I’m turned on," she says. She leans in, tongue licking a white bead off Zoey’s nipple, then seals her mouth and sucks. Zoey’s breath shakes. Her eyes lock on Aali’s leaking tits. Aali grins around the nipple. "Want a taste?" Zoey answers without words, taking Aali’s breast, drinking slow, savoring the sugar. Milk won’t be the only thing she swallows tonight.