Enter the world that is called Antar.
I got out and slowly walked down the path - was this Death Row? I approached the door, nerves spiking and noticing every slight noise or movement around me.
I had a pretty good idea what I was going to find but I suppose the expectation of actually tasting Kitty's milk while her husband watched was an even bigger conscious and subconscious factor than I cared to admit. I couldn't afford to show that I had fallen for her as a client. I know she is devoted to her hubby and this is all for him. I just have to be happy to have facilitated that, get him doing what she wants and move on once my role for Milkers R Us is fulfilled. It was easy to say that in my head as I approached the front door but I kept envisioning those beautiful, now pendulous breasts with their red engorged nipples and that taut body, that gorgeous perfect bald pussy and, by no means least, her incredibly sensitive backdoor that we had explored. How can a man be expected to 'cum and go' so to speak without some emotional attachment? Even if it isn't reciprocated? Still I have a job to do and I don't want to spoil it.
The door opened and she purred, "Evening Mark, come in."
I was rooted to the spot looking at her naked body standing in the doorway, those breasts clearly displaying their fullness with the signs of her veins showing through the translucent skin, that deserved to be in a Reubenesque portrait, telling me they were full again since this morning's session at the office. Her nipples already puffed up and her areolae hard and dimpled in the cool air. In my mind I was yelling, 'My God you are gorgeous!'
"I'm glad you like what you see Mark but the neighbours might notice ... and it is a bit chilly," she chuckled.
I awoke to her words, "Sorry Kitty but you surprised me a bit there," I commented as I stepped inside and she pushed the door closed behind me. Suddenly her arms were wrapped around my waist and her firm full boobs were pushing into my back and immediately I felt the warm flow of milk through my shirt against both sides of my ribs. Standing erect in the hallway, frozen to the spot, I said, "It seems things have been going well since this morning?"
"Oh you have no idea Mark!" she responded excitedly, releasing me from the embrace and steering me forwards. We were heading into the bedroom. "I've been pouring everywhere! And," with another little giggle, "at both ends!"
We headed to the right, her hands pushing me while massaging the two wet patches on my shirt. She turned me through a doorway - it was the master bedroom. Stylishly furnished, with a large mirrored dressing table and a big old wooden bed dominating the quite familiar room except as we entered, there sat Jim on the edge of the bed where I had left him the day before.
Only this time... he was naked.
He looked up at me and there was doubt in his eyes and some malevolence but no real anger that I could perceive. This was strange. He just sat there as I stood in front of him. Clearly taller than me and physically fitter yet it seemed that there was no will to fight. What was going on?
"Now Jim! You're not still sulking are you? Mark didn't know you hadn't cum yet!"
WHAT??? Looking down I now saw that his crossed legs partly hid what looked to be the remnants of his erection. These two had been at it as I came up the path. No wonder he was pissed! "Look I can come back ..."
"Don't be silly Mark." She sounded like a chastising mother, "You are here now and you have given up your time to help Jim. He should be being more grateful. Jim!! You apologise to Mark this instant!"
Knock me over with a feather if he didn't do just that!
"Sorry Mark," he said as he stood up and offered a hand, "thanks for coming."
What alternative universe had I just slipped into? I politely shook his rather wet huge paw and immediately wondered how it got wet like that - I think I knew.
"Now that's better Jim - good.