Daddies Brat

I laughed and replied with a little humor, “Well, there are ways to help prevent sagging breasts; like wearing a good supportive bra, which I do; eating and drinking healthily, which I do to ensure a good supply of milk anyway; and of course, I keep my skin hydrated. I certainly don’t want these huge things to sag, or I’d be stepping on them. But, yes, I’ll let your daughter suckle me three times a day for the same deal I gave Laura. My milk supply increased very quickly when I added her son, and from what I’ve read I could probably nurse five babies with no problem.”

My milk volume easily increased to accommodate Kate’s daughter, and I had just gone into a 34G bra when another of my customers, Melissa, asked me to suckle her son. Ken was happy with how large and full my breasts were becoming, not that they were small in the first place, and he readily agreed that I should suckle Melissa’s son too.

The Husbands Get Hungry Too

Most of my contact was with the mothers, but as the couples’ situations and work schedules varied, the fathers would sometimes bring the babies to me in the mornings and/or pick them up at night. They already knew that I was breastfeeding my baby and three others, and they couldn’t help staring at my breasts. I was in good shape and fit, and my breasts were so big and full that I almost looked like a cartoon caricature like someone might draw of the singer/actress, Dolly Parton. My chest shook and swayed like Jell-O no matter what I was wearing.

We were going through a period when Laura’s husband, Jeff, was dropping off and pickup up their son, and after watching my tits bouncing and swaying one day for a couple of minutes, he said, “No offense, Julie, and please don’t tell Laura I said this, but I’d sure like to feed from you too. My goodness, your breast…, uh, I mean you’re amazing, and I get hungry just looking at you. I’d be willing to pay whatever you want for the opportunity.”

Jeff is a handsome and athletic man, and I liked him from our previous interactions. I immediately started thinking of how turned on I get when Ken suckles me, which is much different than feeding the babies. Even though I know that men’s brains go to mush around big tits it was still gratifying, and at least he dared to voice his desires.

I teased him, saying, “Oh my, Jeff, you’re flattering and embarrassing me. I’ve probably got extra milk to give, but I’d better get Ken’s permission before I let you do something that will get both of us aroused.”

He looked a little confused, and asked, “Are you serious? Would you bring something like this up to your husband? Fuck, Julie, he’ll go ballistic and try to kick my ass.”

I laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Jeff, it won’t be that bad. Ken started dating me because of my big breasts, in addition to my overall looks, and he knows how other men are always gawking at me. He even enjoys watching other men squirm when they watch my swaying and bouncing breasts and peer into my bottomless cleavage. And yes, I am serious, and I’ll ask him tonight. We don’t keep any secrets from each other. I wouldn’t be surprised if he says, ‘yes’, but I’m sure that he’ll want you to pay something for it since he might get his hours cut back at work.”

Jeff was surprised at hearing that, and he said, “Hell yeah, I’ll pay anything, uh, I mean, anything reasonable.”

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Ken seemed to be deep in thought and agitated that night when he came home, so I waited until after dinner and put the baby down for the night to ask him about it. I asked, “What’s going on, honey? You look very worried and pensive about something.”

His eyes teared up, as he replied, “I just learned today that the rest of our staff and I are being cut back to twenty hours per week. We’ll keep our health insurance since they have us on a private plan and are volunteering to do that, but this is going to affect our finances. It’s a good thing you’re making the extra money from daycare and wet nursing, but we still might be in trouble.”

Ken’s distress made it easier to bring up Jeff’s suckling request. I described my conversation with Jeff, and said, “I think my big, milk-filled breasts are too enticing for men to resist. How would you feel, honey, if I allowed Jeff and the other husbands that wanted it to suckle me with them having to pay for it?”

His eyes lit up, and he answered, “Damn, Julie, now that is getting kind of kinky. We could use the money, but are you sure you’d want to allow that? And what would you even charge?”

I was a little surprised that he would agree to it so easily, and I wanted to warn him about the risks. I said, “I have no idea what a fair price would be, but it seems like fifty dollars for fifteen minutes or something like that would be about right since I couldn’t let them drink too much from me. We need to think this through, though, honey. You know how aroused we get when you’re sucking me, and it always ends with us fucking. Are you willing for me to take the risk of things getting out of hand with other men?”