Nurse Mary's Milk Fetish
"Nurse Mary's Milk Fetish"
by J.D. Savanyu
Mary Jones was a twenty-something nurse in the maternity ward at Community General Hospital. A hot blonde with a raving pregnancy and lactation fetish. She loved hearing those knocked-up ladies moaning and groaning as their vaginas were stretched to the limit. Getting her own pussy nice and tingly beneath her sky-blue nurse scrubs. She also loved staring at their big sweaty milk-laden breasts, popping out of flimsy hospital gowns as they thrashed about in the agony of labor.
Mary was a gorgeous Marilyn Monroe-esque bombshell who turned every man's head, wherever she went. The old senile guys in the adjacent cancer ward cat-called her every time she passed by, sometimes pinching her big heart-shaped ass. They really missed those vintage nurses in white dresses and white starched caps with little red crosses. "Real women" who didn't get offended so damn easily. The young husbands in the maternity ward admired Mary respectfully; sneaking lots of peeks at her lean busty athletic body.
Every man wanted to fuck her, and every woman wanted to be her. The hospital visitors always assumed she was a cock-addicted nymphomaniac... but she was actually a carpet-munching lesbian. She loved flirting with the other nurses during her lunch and coffee breaks. That was how she met her wife Lucy. They got married six months later, and then Lucy got artificially inseminated by Dr. Sloane Silverman, a charming Jewish brain surgeon. She was nearly eight months pregnant with their first child, lounging about on maternity leave while Mary slaved away at Community General.
On a hot summer afternoon, Cara DeShields huffed and puffed, blowing the house down in room 409. Mary held her legs apart and maintained a calm reassuring tone.
"You're crowning now, Cara! Almost there!" Mary said. "Push! Push! Puuuush!"
"Aaaaaah fuuuuuuuck!" groaned that grotesquely swollen brunette. "Nobody told me having a baby would hurt this much!"
"Oh really?" Cara's husband replied sarcastically. "All those stupid sitcoms you love to watch didn't give you a clue?"
"Shut up, Stan! Oooooooh gaaaaahd!"
Cara was giving birth naturally, but more and more women needed Caesarean sections. That surgical method got a lot safer in the twentieth century, saving many women's lives. But the rising tide of C-sections also tainted the gene pool, giving babies bigger and bigger heads as the years went by.
Bigger egos too? Mary wondered slyly. She grinned flirtatiously at Linda Baines, a ditzy girlish redhead nurse she was partnered with for this delivery. Linda grinned right back, clearly interested in getting that hot blonde out of her scrubs and into her snatch. But she wasn't really Mary's type. Nurse Jones needed a strong woman, physically and emotionally, to keep her flaky personality in check.
A minute later, a tiny naked girl popped out of Cara's cunt. Her parents immediately dubbed her Rhaenyra Targaryen DeShields. (That name will probably get her beaten up the schoolyard later on, by kids who won't give a shit about Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, or the next stupider George R.R. Martin redux with even bigger dragons.)
Five o'clock finally rolled around. Nurse Mary marched out of the hospital on a muggy August evening, looking forward to more fetish fun with her pregnant lactating wife. Miss Jones loved getting tied up and whipped all over by that crazy brunette. Mary could almost taste Lucy's hot creamy breast milk, dribbling down to her own milkless tits. Getting so horny just thinking about her wild domination. She hopped in her car, grabbed her phone, and shot Lucy a quick text:
Mary Jones - Hey babe, cumming home now. In a real kinky mood 2nite, so gimme some sweet pain b4 my sweet dessert!
Lucy Zuckowski-Jones - Hell yeah, u dirty fucking blonde. Cant wait 2 kick ur sub training up a notch!
Mary sighed loudly with intense arousal, resisting the urge to masturbate right there in the parking lot, in a cheap used Hyundai. Saving all her cum for her dark mistress, like a good obedient sub. She opened an mp3 file on her phone and cruised down the boulevard, bopping her head to "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks.
Yesterday I cried... you must have been relieved to see the softer side... I can understand how you'd be so confused... I don't envy you... I'm a little bit of everything, all rolled into one... I'm a bitch! I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother...
That was her straight mother's favorite song during the cynical MTV 1990's, and now it was her lesbian daughter's favorite song in the cynical "social" media 2020's.
"I'm a bitch! I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees... when you hurt, when you suffer, I'm your angel undercover... "
Five minutes later, Mary parked her car in front of a small blue 1920's ranch-style house. Lucy peeked around a curtain by the living room window, glaring sternly at her wife. Mary turned off the engine and took a deep cleansing breath, bracing herself for another crazy ride. Lucy opened the front door as Mary climbed the front steps. A tall beautiful woman in a sleek black dress, with long lustrous brown hair and pale engorged DD-cups, full of milk for their unborn son.
Lucy also turned every man's head wherever she went, with no outward hints of homosexuality. No masculine attire, no punkish hair dying or shaving, no tattoos, no body piercings, no rainbow pride flags/equal signs/pink triangles, no neo-pronouns, no superficial woke virtue-signaling whatsoever.
"Hey Lucy," Mary uttered, wearily, getting into her usual timid sub character. "I missed you a lot today."
"Get your ass in here, Mary," Lucy grunted, dispensing with the pleasantries.
"Yes, Mistress," Mary replied wearily. She closed the door behind her and stood at timid attention in the living room, gazing at Lucy's pretty hazel eyes with her adorable sapphire-blues. (Mary dressed up as a vintage German milk maid at a hospital halloween party last year. Awesome eye candy for the other nurses, male and female.)
"Have you been a good girl in the maternity ward today?"
"Yes, Mistress," Mary uttered unconvincingly.
"Don't fucking lie to me. A gorgeous blonde like you must be flirting like hell with the other nurses, while your pregnant wife is stuck at home."
Mary stammered nervously. "Just... just a little bit, Lucy."
"You will refer to me as Mistress, until I give permission otherwise!" she barked out, jiggling her pregnant tits and belly.
"Yes, Mistress. I've been flirting with a few nurses during our coffee breaks, but I haven't taken it beyond that level."
"You better not take it beyond that level. I'm your wife and your domme, and I demand total loyalty."
"Yes, Mistress. I shall remain unflinchingly loyal. I wish only to please you, and promise to do my best to submit to you with each breath that I take," she murmured, repeating an oath from the BDSM contract she signed three years ago.
"You need another good whoopin' to reinforce that loyalty. Come on, get your ass down in the dungeon."
Mary followed Lucy across the creaky floorboards of their ninety year-old house, and down the creaky basement steps. They entered a walled-off room that was used as a man-cave by the straight guy who previously owned the house. A safe haven to escape to, away from his nagging wife, his 2.5 nagging kids, and 2.5 yapping terriers. The new lesbian couple transformed that man-cave to a kinky girl-cave, with various bondage racks and platforms. Faux stone panels, black curtains and muted reddish lights set a creepy gothy mood.
"Get naked, bitch," Lucy growled.
"Yes, Mistress." Mary quickly removed her blue nurse scrubs, placing them on a small wooden table next to a shelf full of leather whips, metal chains, and wooden floggers. Lucy also stripped nude, revealing her full-frontal third trimester glory. Her big pointy pink nipples were literally begging to be suckled. Drool oozed out of the corners of Mary's mouth, betraying her strong thirst for milk and cum.
Lucy went to another shelf full of bondage harnesses and role-playing costumes. She grabbed a slutty nurse costume and tossed it at her chest.
"Put that on, you naughty nurse."
"Yes, Mistress."
Mary squeezed into a red-and-white leather bodice that left her tits and pussy fully exposed. Then she donned an old-school starched white cap with a small red cross in the middle. A much skimpier version of the objectifying uniforms that real nurses haven't worn since the Reagan administration. She loved how feminine it made her feel. A delicious dish for a cunning dominatrix.
"Damn, girl, you look like a slutty Florence Nightingale," Lucy remarked malevolently. She grabbed a genuine leather riding crop and tapped it lightly against her left palm. "Get under that metal rack, and stretch your arms and legs in a nice wide X."
"Yes, Mistress." Mary stepped underneath a high-strength square rack with various loops, hooks and straps. Stretching her limbs with effortless grace.
"Good girl. Those hardcore yoga lessons are really paying off, for both of us."
Lucy fastened Mary's wrists and ankles to the rack with leather buckle straps, pausing to admire her wife's perky tits and dripping wet vagina, framed by a shock of blonde pubic hair.
"Naughty bitch, getting all wet between your legs before I even touch you. You're probably getting that wet at the hospital every day, watching all those sweaty cunts crapping out babies."
Whack!
"Oh shit," Mary yelped. A good solid stinging blow, right on her clit.
Whack!
"Mmmaaah!" Mary groaned with masochistic pleasure.
"You can't flirt with your patients, so you flirt with the nurses instead. Pretending you're in one of those stupid porn parodies you love to watch. 'Flaming Chicago Med Sluts'."
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Mary swooned in rapture as her wife kept whipping her twat with the riding crop. Groaning gutturally, swinging limply from the leather straps in a tight X-shape. Lucy's pregnancy slowed her down quite a bit, but she still made it hurt so good. Mary loved her theatrical dominatrix style, hypnotized her jiggling belly and tits. The physical exertion made her nipples leak slightly, with little gleaming droplets of milk splattering her baby bump.
"Yeah, bitch, I see you staring at my big milky boobs. You wanna suckle these nips so bad, huh?"
"Fuck yeah, Mistress. I need more calcium in my diet."
"Ah-ah, not yet. You have to earn that creamy treat, bitch!"
Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash! Thwaash!
Lucy kept pounding those tits like Tyson Fury. The stinging sensation raced all the way down to her clit, making her feel better and better despite the pain. Her femme fatale domme pushed her blonde bangs away from her breasts and whipped every square inch, masturbating slowly with her free hand. More milk oozed out of her pointy nipples, spattering onto Mary's body.
"Damn, you're such a pathetic pain slut. Demanding a fix every single day, even when your wife is pregnant as hell."
"Give me more, Mistress! I fucking need your pain!"
"You're lucky I'm also a perverted freak," Lucy snickered. She whacked Mary's tits twelve more times, turning them bright red. Her safe word was "inglorious," after her favorite Tarantino flick where Adolph Hitler and dozens of other high-ranking Nazis got assassinated in a movie theater in occupied France. But she hardly ever used that safe word with Lucy. She loved how her dominating wife gradually expanded her limits, coaxing her toward a kinky nirvana.
"All right, them honkers ain't getting any redder. Your big heart-shaped ass needs some attention."
"Oh gaaaahd," Mary groaned harshly, breaking a sweat in that humid basement dungeon. Lucy grabbed a big wooden paddle with intricately carved roses and dragons.
"This is my favorite spanking paddle. Passed down from my dominatrix mother, who carved it herself. A solid hunk of real cedar with a genuine leather-wrapped handle. They don't make sex toys this good in fucking China."
THWACK!
"Aaaah!" Mary shrieked delightfully, with a harsh vibrating sting radiating across her ass cheeks.
THWACK! THWACK!
"Aaa-ha-haaaa!"
"Fucking take it, bitch! I'm turning you into a real woman!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"Ooooh yeah, just like that! Don't fucking stop, Mistress!"
"I love your high pain threshold, you slutty carpet-munching nurse."
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The intense pins-and-needles sensation kept beaming into her whip-raw clit. A flood of masochistic pleasure pushed her rapidly toward the edge.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! ErrrrrrrAAAAAAARRRRRR!"
An earth-shattering orgasm shook her entire body in vertical bondage. Gushing like a geyser all over the concrete dungeon floor.
"Fuck yeaaaah! Good giiiiirl!" Lucy cheered, getting her own vagina soaked by her wife's hot jizz. "Your sub training is really paying off, climaxing with pain like a pro."
"Oh shiiiiiit. Oh fucking shiiiiiiiit," Mary moaned triumphantly toward the ceiling, dangling limply from the rack like a side of beef in a butcher shop. "Ohhh please, Lucy. Stop fucking around, and gimme some fucking milk!"
"Very well, Nurse Mary. You've learned your lesson, and you've earned some dairy."
She freed her blonde bombshell from the metal bondage rack, only to bind her wrists together with handcuffs behind her back. Then she grabbed a black leather dog leash with a matching collar, and fastened it firmly around her neck.
"Come on, dog-bitch. Let's go upstairs and milk your bone."
Lucy led her sub out of the dungeon like a golden retriever, pulling hard on the leash. They slowly ascended the basement steps, marched through the kitchen and living room, then up another flight of the steps to a small bathroom with a vintage clawfoot tub.
"Get your ass in the tub, dog-bitch."
"Yes, Mistress."
That simple task was much more difficult without the use of her arms and hands. She nearly stumbled face-first into the cold porcelain.
"Play dead, doggie."
Nurse Mary lay back eagerly on the cool porcelain, gazing up at the many cracks in the old plaster ceiling, with drool oozing out of her mouth. So thirsty for her wife's hot creamy life-giving milk. Lucy admired her fit busty naked body while standing next to the tub. She giggled under her breath, then left the room abruptly, returning thirty seconds later with a plastic jug full of white fluid, labeled with a black magic marker as "PUMPED BABY MILK" (getting used to that before their son was born.)
"Oh my god," Mary groaned, realizing what her wife was about to do.
"That's right, you naughty nurse," Lucy snickered. "Ice-cold momma's milk, fresh from the fridge. I pumped all this out after you left for the hospital this morning. A refreshing reward for a hard day's work, on a hot summer evening."
She climbed into the bathtub, unscrewed the cap, and knelt between Mary's thighs, glaring down at her pretty face with a sinister expression.
"I know you love Dairy Queen, but this is a lot healthier. An all-natural 'Boobie Blizzard'."
She tilted the jug downward, pouring frigid human milk onto Mary's forehead. She shrieked loudly, then gurgled awkwardly as it filled her open mouth with sweet rich goodness. Goosebumps sprang up all over her body as it splashed downward.
"That cold milk feels so good, right?" Lucy cackled tauntingly, working her own clit in tiny circles. "Tastes great too."
"Uh-huh! Gimme some more, Mistress! Right on my fucking tits!"
She aimed it toward her whip-raw D-cups, soaking them spectacularly. Flaring up her reddened skin with fresh pins and needles.
"Fuck yeah, bitch!" Lucy roared giddily. "Unpasteurized unhomogenized perfection."
"Oh shit, that's so fucking kinky!" Mary groaned, shaking her tits and splashing that milk all about. Lucy poured that shit right on her clit, making her scream with the cold refreshing aquaphile torture. Thrashing her bound arms helplessly behind her back on the cold tub. The refrigerated breast milk kept raining down on her sensitive pink folds. Shivering briskly in the middle of August, like Frankenstein in a thunderstorm.
"Momma needs some milk too," Lucy chortled. She raised the half-empty jug and drenched her own face, squealing joyfully as creamy liquid filled her mouth and splashed down to her baby bump. She covered her engorged breasts with refreshing lady-milk, moaning like hell with homoerotic perversion. She poured out the rest on her own pussy, masturbating vigorously with that natural calcium-rich lubricant. Her bound wife thoroughly enjoyed the fetish freak show, getting hornier and hornier.
"Please, Mistress, I'm so thirsty! I wanna chug your hot milk, right out of your big fucking tits!"
Lucy glared at her sub with a stern expression. "Do you deserve my hot woman-milk?"
"Yes, Mistress. I've been working damn hard at the hospital every day, delivering all those babies. Putting bread on our table, and milk in our fridge."
"Earning lots of moola for moo juice," Lucy snickered. "Very well. Open wide, and say ahhh!"
Mary opened wide, and Lucy squeezed her left nipple, delivering a heavy jet of fatty breast milk right onto her tongue. Mary groaned throatily, savoring the hot creamy almondy taste.
"There you go, baby-girl. A nice hot mocha latte for my favorite nurse."
She pulled out a minute later and shot more milk all over Mary's breasts, making her groan louder. Squirming delightfully in bondage on that cold milk-soaked bathtub. Thanking god once again for sending Lucy in her direction. So glad she found a woman who was willing to indulge all of her crazy kinky fetishes, whenever the fancy struck. Lucy pushed Mary's legs up toward her shoulders and spread them far apart, sticking her pussy straight up in the air. She squirted that snatch with her right nipple, making Mary howl like Alan Ginsburg.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I love how you tease me, Mistress!"
"I don't tease, bitch. I fucking torture."
Lucy pierced her labia with her left nipple and squeezed hard, sending a heavy jet of milk toward her childless womb.
"Oh shit, oh shit! Fuck me with those big pink nipples, Mistress!" Mary moaned, arching her back ecstatically as her vagina filled up with hot lady-milk. Lucy worked her pussy and clit with her hard pointy nips, driving her insane.
"Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cum again! OooooooWAAAAAAH!"
Mary climaxed powerfully once again, ejecting a pint of milk from her pussy in a spectacular explosion. Making her lady-jizz look like man-jizz. Leaving her in a total breathless daze, pounding the porcelain with her dainty little hands.
"Damn girl, that's so fucking nasty. You're such a good fetish freak."
"I'm still thirsty, Mistress. Shoot that shit right in my mouth!"
"Hell yeah, blondie. One hot French Vanilla, coming up."
She jammed her left nipple between Mary's lips, with her big pregnant belly draped across her flat sexy abs. Mary chomped down, groaning loudly as that sweet girl milk gushed all over her tongue. She kept nibbling those nips like a starving baby, swallowing in greedy gulps. Satisfying two appetites at once. Lucy held her face against her breasts with both hands, stroking her shiny blonde hair with tender loving care. A minute later, she pulled back abruptly, ejecting her nipples from her wife's mouth.
"All right, bitch. Feeding time is over. I'm setting you free, but we're done here."
Lucy grabbed a handcuff key from an unused soap dish and freed Mary from bondage. Then she rolled back against the other side of the bathtub, tilted her own legs back toward her shoulders, and spread her labia as wide as she could.
"Momma needs an orgasm too, so you better eat my pussy real good."
"I always do, Mistress," Mary giggled dreamily. She got on her knees and buried her face in her wife's hairy milk-soaked twat. Lucy squealed triumphantly as her tongue jabbed all the way up that pink hole.
"Fuck yeah, keep tongue-fucking me just like that!" she barked out aggressively. Mary whipped her head back and forth on her crotch, stabbing her tongue rapidly in and out, like a serial killer with a butcher knife. She reached upward and squeezed Lucy's big tits, squirting more milk all over her pregnant body. It felt great to regain some measure of control, reinvigorating her dark erotic passion. Lucy's soft cool wet flesh felt so good on her soft cool wet hands. She grabbed her wife's clit with her left fingers and squeezed hard, making her squeal louder.
"Oh my god, Nurse Jones! You're gonna make me cum right quick like that!"
Mary was exhausted after a long day at the maternity ward, followed by an unusually long "playdate," so she finished Lucy off with a lightning-fast handjob. She climaxed like Krakatoa, shuddering violently against the vintage clawfoot bathtub, pounding her fists real hard against the tub, screaming and squirting like hell, all over her submissive blonde.
"Good giiiirl, Lucy!" Mary beamed.
"Holy shiiiiit!" she groaned ecstatically. "Oh my god, oh my god, ohhhh fuuuuuuuck. That was totally 'inglorious'."
Mary giggled sweetly while caressing her wife's plump arms. "I haven't used my safe word in almost three weeks."
"Quenting Tarantino would be proud," Lucy giggled. "I'm turning you into one hell of a sub."
"The best is yet to come, Mistress."
"Hell yeah. In the meantime, we better take a shower. We look like the Ghostbusters after they fried the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man."
Lucy grabbed a shower wand and turned the faucets, drenching Mary with lukewarm water. The milk drained off her slender body in amazing off-white rivulets. Mary returned the favor with pleasure, aiming the wand closer at her sweeping pregnant curves. She grabbed a pink washcloth, lathered it up with white soap, and scrubbed every nook and cranny of her beloved mistress.
"I love the way you love me, Lucy."
"Right back at ya, girl," she grunted sarcastically, not being one for that sentimental romantic Scrap. "We're gonna have even more fun tomorrow night. When you get home from the hospital, you're gonna put on that slutty German milkmaid costume, and squeeze my udders like a good obedient fraulein."
"Jawohl, mein herr!" Mary snickered, tossing her shiny blonde bangs. She rinsed the soap off Lucy's body, then she turned off the water and kissed her passionately. She pulled back with a warm smile, gazing deep into her big hazel eyes.
"We better enjoy these crazy games while they last, honey. After our baby is born, we'll be too tired to fuck, and I'll have to save all this milk for our little bundle of joy."
"We'll still have plenty of fun, Mary. In-between the aggravation."
Nurse Jones caressed her pregnant belly, then she put her right ear directly against it, listening to the ambient white noise swirl of amniotic fluid. A tiny human limb thrashed against the wall of her womb, connecting solidly with Mary's jaw.
"Oh my god, he kicked! Our future son kicked me right in the face!"
"Good boy," Lucy giggled. "A chip off the old block."
- Mary, with her pregnancy and lactation fetish, found herself getting tingly whenever she heard the groans of women in labor, her eyes drawn to their sweaty, milk-laden breasts.
- Mary's husband was skeptical about how much pain childbirth would actually hurt, finding it hard to believe that the sitcoms she watched didn't warn her adequately.
- Mary's domme, Lucy, enjoyed dominating her submissive wife, tying her up and whipping her, and Mary would often send her texts asking for pain before her sweet dessert.
- As a domme, Lucy preferred a strong, no-nonsense partner like Mary, someone who could keep her personality in check.
- Mary's wife, Lucy, was a tall, beautiful woman with long brown hair and full DD-cups, who turned every man's head despite not giving any outward signs of being a lesbian.