The conservative side of Nkechi wanted to run for the door. But another side, her more sexually curious side, wanted to stay and listen to the rest of the proposal. Nkechi remained seated.
“Have you done this before?” Nkechi gulped.
“No, never. I’ve had many babysitters over the years and this would be a first. At work, I have several cases which need to get to trial, and my schedule is very busy. This is my preferred method of keeping my mammary glands stimulated when the kids are away. Are you with me so far?”
The idea of nursing on a breast was something Nkechi had never considered before. It was an intriguing idea, though she wouldn’t outright admit it. Everyone has a sexual side, and Nkechi’s was making her feel warm and slightly wet. Of course, the fact that Tomi was a stunning, elegant woman definitely made the idea seem more appealing.
Nkechi nodded. “A little unorthodox, I’ll admit, but I think I’m open to it.”
“You think?” Tomi asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s just…I’ve never done this before.”
“Fair enough, which is why I’ll give you time to think it over. Think deeply and let your intuition guide you.”
“Thank you,” Nkechi replied. “Will there be anything else for the job, you know, besides that?”
“There are a few other tidbits that would be expected of you. Part of your responsibilities would include making sure that my body is in perfect condition for nursing.”
Nkechi gave a quizzical look. “How so?”
“It means, you’ll be expected to keep my breasts nice and healthy, which includes cleaning. Also, my nipples tend to get a bit irritated, and you would need to gently rub cream on them to keep the skin from getting chaffed.”
Nkechi’s pursed her lips at the thought of Tomi’s nipples. “Oh. Okay.”
“Does that make you uncomfortable at all?”
“I’m just a little surprised, to be honest.”
“Have you ever assisted with the nursing process?” Tomi asked.
“I’ve seen it, but have never actually assisted. I do know how it works though. I’ve researched it as part of my babysitting duties.”
“Good, so you have a starting point with knowledge.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Have you ever been with another woman before?” Tomi asked casually.
Nkechi’s toes curled inside her socks. “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
“Yes, you know exactly what I mean.”
“Then no, I’ve never been with a woman before.”
Tomi unabashedly eyed the young sitter. “That’s a surprise. A pretty little thing like you, in university of all places. But you’re still young, you’ll learn.”
There was no ambiguity as to what that meant, making Nkechi flash an embarrassed smile.
“Have you?” Nkechi asked, then instantly regretting it.
“I get what I want. Whenever I want.”
“Oh…”
“I won’t lie, your duties will be mostly sexual. It’s not for everyone. Try this, later tonight, when you’re relaxed and alone, I want you to imagine yourself laying across my lap and looking up into my eyes. I’ll be completely naked, as will you. Your head will be cradled in my arms and I’ll be stroking your hair as you start to suckle on my breast.
My warm milk will be squirting down your throat and I’ll soon move my hand to your pussy and give you the attention that every good girl deserves. While you’re thinking about this tonight, touch yourself. Let me know if you bring yourself to orgasm with these thoughts. If so, then we can discuss our business arrangement further.”
Orgasm? Business? What an unusual combination. And such vivid thoughts, too! Nkechi was definitely aroused by the taboo imagery.
Then, she had another thought. Nkechi had been so wrapped up in the conversation about breastfeeding duties that the whole concept of money had seemingly slipped her mind. Business was business.
“How much will I be making?” Nkechi asked, trying to steer this conversation back to appropriate terms.
“Will knowing your salary help you cum faster?”
“Not at all, it’s just that…”
“I’m only teasing. Can you come back Saturday morning?”
Nkechi nodded. “Yes, what time?”
“9 am. I’ll pay you 80,000 Naira and put you through a series of tasks to see if you’d be right for the job. If we have chemistry with each other, like I think we do, then you’ll get the job. But only if we’re both 100% on board with the plan. I want this to be a positive partnership where we both benefit.”
As crazy as this was, Nkechi felt certain about her decision. She felt an unusual connection with Tomi. She also felt suddenly desperate to add some excitement to her life of academics and part-time jobs. Nkechi had always done the right things, the safe things. Maybe this was her chance to let loose.
After all, she’ll be making good money, spending time with a refined woman, and exploring a different side of her sexuality. Overall, it seemed like a win on so many levels.
It’s not like anyone would ever know…
“Actually,” Nkechi said hesitantly. “Since I’m here, why don’t we start now?”
Tomi’s lips slowly formed a wry smile. “So you think you’re ready?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Why not? I don’t see any point in waiting.”
Tomi took a moment to look the girl over. “Okay, we’ll do it your way. Wait here while I change my clothes. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The lady of the house gracefully stood and walked towards the stairs. Nkechi was mesmerized by the sway of Tomi’s hips, which were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body. Change her clothes? The notion of a quasi-sexual job starting immediately gave her an erotic rush.
She felt herself becoming nervous and restless as she heard the footsteps upstairs. She wondered what Tomi was doing and what was being planned. Nkechi felt her heart rate increase and found that she looked forward to Tomi’s return and the close physical contact she hoped would follow.
Would they be ‘working’ on Tomi’s breasts today? Nkechi could only imagine. And she wondered if she had truly gone crazy in the heat of the moment. Nerves got the better of her, and she thought about canceling the offer.
When Tomi came down the stairs, everything changed.
Now, Tomi was barefoot, with an ivory silk robe covering her body. Her hair was down, and she looked like a goddess. She stood tall and moved elegantly, with a strong sense of control. In her hand, she held a woven basket.
The sight gave Nkechi pause as she realized that her soon-to-be boss was probably topless underneath that silk robe. Nkechi wondered if Tomi was wearing underwear. The thought of Tomi’s naked pussy made Nkechi’s mouth water.
“Ready for work?” Tomi asked playfully, holding the basket up.
Nkechi gulped. “Yeah, I…uh…I’m ready.”
The basket was placed on the table, and Tomi sat on the couch again, right next to Nkechi. She very gently took Nkechi’s hand and caressed it slowly. Tomi’s touch was not demanding, yet it seemed to stoke Nkechi’s desire.
“You seem nervous,” Tomi noted.
“Yeah, kind of. I mean, how could I not be?”
“You’re a hardworking young woman, who’s auditioning for a job. What we do only takes place in this home. Please keep in mind that everything you’ll be doing is for my maternal benefit.”
Nkechi gave an exaggerated nod and playfully fixed her posture. “Thank you. I can handle this. I’m actually quite mature for my age.”
“Well then, let’s get started.”
Tomi’s eyes never left Nkechi’s as she untied the knot of her robe and opened it slowly. Nkechi seemed mesmerized by the deviant look on Tomi’s face until the robe began to reveal the prize that lay underneath. The centre of her bare chest was the first to be exposed.
Then, Tomi pulled the top of the robe behind her shoulders to reveal a pair of pendulous breasts, which hung like full globes and had large black areolas. The plump nipples were just begging to be sucked.
Tomi removed her arms from the robe and kept the robe closed around her bottom. But patches of her trimmed pubic hairs were still visible in the gap between the two sides of the robe.
All the while, Nkechi couldn’t help but gawk at the marvellous view of a mature woman.
“They’re just breasts,” Tomi said proudly. “Although mine have become a bit more, useful, shall we say.”
“I can see that,” Nkechi gulped, trying not to be rude by staring.
“The truth is, I’ve been lactating for the past 6 years, so I’m used to my newfound shape. I know they looked enhanced and swollen, which must be a surprise for you. My nipples especially look so ripe.”
“That’s a long time to be nursing. Do you ever get tired of it? I mean, I’m sure they must be sore all the time.”
Tomi shrugged it off. “They serve a wonderful purpose. And let’s just say that my husband and a female friend of mine really enjoy them too. Breast milk is quite a fetish, and I’m a people pleaser.”
A female friend? Nkechi didn’t even want to ask.
“Well, they’re gorgeous. They make you look so womanly.”
“Speaking of which,” Tomi said. “It’s time for your audition. Part of your duties, should you get the job, is to keep my breasts clean and sanitary. You’ll be using wipes to do that. Let me show you.”
Tomi reached inside the basket for special wipes, which are designed to clean, soothe, and nourish the skin of a nursing woman’s breasts. She handed the opened packet to Nkechi.
“I’ll be gentle,” Nkechi said.
“Don’t worry, they’re only wipes. You have nothing to fear.”
With a sense of anticipation growing inside her, Nkechi pulled one of the wipes out of the packet and prepared to use it. The wipe was soft and moist. She kept her eyes on the luscious, milk-filled breasts right in front of her. They looked so full, and the nipples looked insanely delicious.
She started with the right breast. Reaching forward, she gently rubbed the large heavenly-looking orb along the sides. She traced the breast in circles, slowly zeroing in on the generously sized nipple.
“You can go a little harder than that,” Tomi said. “But I caution you, a little too hard, and you’ll find yourself covered in milk. My breasts are highly productive and squirt with very little effort.”
Nkechi tensed at the imagery of squirting nipples. “Oh…Okay.”
She pressed a little harder, feeling the firmness of the breast. It reminded her of an overfilled water balloon. She moved it side to side and watched ripples form in the taut skin from the motion. In her heart of hearts, she was hoping that the oversized breast would spray just a bit of the nectar within.
Finally, she reached the prize; the nipple. In reverence, she swabbed the wipe over the swollen breast. Only a thin sheet of moist tissue separated Nkechi’s fingers from Tomi’s nipple, seemingly becoming stiffer due to the rubbing.
She hoped she wasn’t crossing the line by touching her soon-to-be boss in her private area, but this is what the woman had requested. Besides, if she got the job, Nkechi would be sucking on that nipple anyway.
“Not so bad,” Tomi said amusingly. “Is it?”
Nkechi traced around the nipple twice more. “Not bad at all. How am I doing?”
“You’re a natural.”
“Thank you, Ma.”
Without being asked, Nkechi folded the wipe and placed it on the table. Then she took another wipe from the packet and repeated the same process on the other breast, using the same rubbing technique and motions. She had much more confidence in doing it now and actually enjoyed it. Her eyes never left Tomi’s bountiful breasts, which were capped by those epic nipples.
After it was done, Nkechi folded that wipe and put it on the table.
“Are you ready to stimulate my mammary glands now?” Tomi asked. “I need to make sure that my production remains high.”
“Do you want me to use my hands? Or…the other thing?”
“I can tell you’re a bit nervous. Don’t be.”
Nkechi took a deep calming breath. “I’m trying not to be.”
“Can I tell you a brief story?”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I was once in your position,” Tomi explained. “So I know exactly how you feel. It was during my first year of law school. I had no idea what kind of lawyer I wanted to be, until the middle of my first semester in criminal law. A lecturer, who had been a former government lawyer, inspired me.
I was mesmerized by her command of the law, and the ideals which she held. As it turned out, she had just returned from maternity leave, which I found impressive.”
She continued, “Anyway, I struggled with a few of the legal concepts. I’m an overachiever by nature, so I met with her after class. We really hit it off. The two of us had great chemistry and I really admired her.”
“The lecturer invited me to her office one day because she sensed that I was needlessly stressing out over exams. We talked in her office and she helped me with my writing. Surprisingly, I noticed two wet spots forming on her blouse. When I pointed it out, she looked uncomfortable and told me that she hadn’t relieved her breasts for hours. Keep in mind, this was decades ago, before there were breast pumps and special bras to handle this kind of situation.”
“Is that when your fascination with this began?” Nkechi asked.
“Yes, I was in awe of the process. She explained everything to me and I found myself becoming secretly aroused. I even offered to help. I insisted. Though, what I meant was that I’ll help bring her paper towels or whatever. Instead, she asked if I’ll nurse from her to relieve the tension. I simply couldn’t believe it.”
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