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It’d been some time since I’d gotten laid.

While I put my vibrator to good use, I hadn’t dated since Liam.

Maybe on the West Coast, so close to the wilderness, I could stumble upon a horny bear shifter with a girthy dick.

If my boss let me out of his sight for five minutes…

My hot, adorably quirky, alpha boss, whom I did not have a crush on because I wasn’t stupid.

Sigh . Not a crush, nope, but I had eyes and a nose, and Morton Hartley looked and smelled like a snack. I had this talk with myself on a weekly basis. No flirting with Mr. Hartley. I liked my job, and I wasn’t risking it.

He’d looked so cute earlier when he was frazzled. I could have crawled under the desk and given him a decompressing blowjob. Yum .

What did the doctor say? Increased libido? Check that box.

I threw underwear pads for excess slickness into the suitcase, then I added the little circular ones that would go into my undershirt for long business meetings. I didn’t want to start leaking milk in front of a roomful of executives.

With the suitcase almost full, I perused my bedroom. It seemed I had everything. My laptop bag was ready with all the necessary documents and electronics. I’d pack the bathroom kit in the morning.

Satisfied that I was done so quickly, I hopped on the bed. Time to treat myself.

The discreet white box was a hassle to open.

When I finally broke through the seals, I found a cream velvet tote inside.

I shook out the contents onto the bed: a cable to plug the device into electricity, a plastic tote with a few sets of silicone cups, two small bottles with a screw-on lid, an extra charger, and… bingo! My little toy.

I’d seen a video of an omega using it, so I didn’t have to read the manual.

I plugged the device in and set it on the bed beside me.

It was smaller than a can of soda. I screwed a bottle to one end.

The two tubes already had suction cups attached.

I unwrapped the protective film and fingered the texture. So soft.

Then I clicked the button.

The machine buzzed to life. With wonder, I put one finger to the mouth of one suction cup.

Oh hell. The pull was distinct.

I couldn’t wait.

I dragged my T-shirt over my head and eyed my pectorals. My nipples were tight, the mounds under them swollen and hard. My pecs had grown bigger over the past few months. It looked hot, but it had gotten really uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed the suction cup to my nipple.

“Aah!”

The feeling was electric. After a few pulses, my nipple softened and got dragged into the cup. When I let go, the cup remained attached. It pulled rhythmically, making my pec tingle. I hurried to attach the other cup.

I held both suction cups to my nipples and closed my eyes. The relief was indescribable. I’d only experienced a proper milk letdown when my pecs got so swollen they hurt and I had to knead them under warm water. This was something else.

Having something sucking my nipples, both at the same time, was delightful . The milk started to flow in small spurts. My chest heaving, I breathed through the onslaught of sensations.

Tendrils of pleasure swirled around in my pectorals as the machine sucked with long, regular pulls, drawing my nipples deeper into the cups.

I felt the liquid leaving the tips, the flow getting stronger.

I glanced down and gasped at the sight. My nipples looked huge.

The transparent silicone surrounding them must make them look bigger.

White milk streamed through the tubes. I turned the knob on the machine to increase the intensity.

The burst of pleasure was amazing.

“Fuck!”

My eyes rolled back into my head, and I moaned. This was so damned arousing! I was wet between my ass cheeks.

Without consciously deciding to do it, my hand wrapped around my cock and started to stroke.

Hell yeah.

The machine buzzed, sucking rhythmically. I fumbled for the device and turned the knob again.

“Oh God!”

My cries and moans echoed in the empty bedroom.

I hadn’t intended to turn this into a masturbatory session, but I was helpless against the exhilarating arousal. I spread my legs and found my slick rim. Then I crammed two fingers into my hole.

It was too little. Next time I used the milking machine, I’d have a dildo ready. Because this was heaven! Increased libido? More like a sexual frenzy.

Swearing and groaning, I came all over myself.

My pecs felt softer, and I slowly turned the intensity down.

Just lying there and panting, I focused on the sucking, basking in an afterglow I’d never experienced by myself.

It felt so very, very nice. Then I remembered the doctor said I shouldn’t overdo it, or I’d lactate even more.

Reluctantly, I turned the thing off. The milk bottle was almost full. Wow .

The suction cups fell away, and I checked my nipples.

“Shit.”

They were elongated and puffy. I poked at them with my fingertips. Tender. Smearing drops of milk around them like lotion, I massaged them, watching as they slowly shrank to almost normal. When I pinched them, a flare of pleasure reminded me of the lovely orgasm.

Yep. I’d be doing this again soon.

In the shower, I palmed my pecs. They were blissfully empty, the tension gone. Perfect.

I cleaned the machine, put it back into the tote, and packed it in my luggage along with my favorite vibrator.