Condo Wife and Lactation Prostitute – Part 1Condo Wife and Lactation Prostitute – Part 1


My husband, Jason, and I were excited about our move to Charlotte, North Carolina from Minneapolis, and especially looking forward to the milder weather there. We were both born and raised in the Midwest, and after graduating from college in Wisconsin, we found job opportunities in Minneapolis. Jason worked in banking there, and after two years he earned a promotion and transfer to the home office in Charlotte.Jason is very conservative and a quiet guy socially, as you might expect for someone in banking while I am more outgoing. I had a job in marketing and sales at a local television station, where I used my good looks and bubbly personality to advantage in booking advertisers for the station. My name is Madison, although most people call me Maddie, and we were both twenty-four years old at the time of our move.I couldn’t find a job in television right away in Charlotte, but because of Jason’s promotion, we were able to just barely afford a nice condominium in the city. We were confident that I would find a job soon, and then the condo would have been more easily affordable for us. Jason was encouraged by his company to get involved in the community where we lived. The timing of our move into the condo was just right for him to be nominated and elected as treasurer on the board of directors of the home owner’s association (HOA), largely due to his finance degree and position in the banking industry.Jason was very busy getting acclimated to his new job and coming up to speed on issues in the HOA, while I spent time unsuccessfully looking for work, and laying out by the pool in my spare time. The biggest problem that Jason faced with the HOA was coming up with a financial solution for some major repair work that needed to be done on the condo property. The condominium is a diverse property, with three high-rise towers with elevators housing the largest and costliest units; and four, two-story buildings with smaller units on the back side of the property, where lower-income owners live.The problem was that the tower units needed costly repairs and upgrades to the air-conditioning units and elevators, and the owners of the smaller units didn’t want to approve the expenditures, which would require a substantial loan to the community. The covenants for the HOA are very clear that we needed at least eighty percent of the owners to approve the loan and expenditures. And since only seventy-five percent of the owners live in the towers, we needed to get the approval of about twenty percent of the owners in the other units.The board had been working on various strategies to get the necessary approvals long before we moved there, and Jason joined the board. He reviewed the various schemes that the board had tried and found out that they were only five votes short of getting the needed approvals.So, one night at dinner he said, “You know, Maddie, we’re only a handful of votes short at this point, and I was thinking of a way that we might get the rest. Since you’re not working yet, maybe I could get you to ‘suit up’ and make some hospitality visits to the reluctant owners. What do you say, honey? Seeing you like that might harden them in some ways but make them more malleable in others.”I need to explain that when we lived in Minneapolis, Jason used to tease me about ‘suiting up’ when I dressed provocatively on visits to some of the potential advertisers for the station. In those cases, my outfits were usually either yoga pants or other, tight Lycra pants, and then going braless with either a tight yoga top or a blouse with an open and plunging front. I know that dressing that way got me more than a few accounts.I’m five feet and seven inches tall, and weigh one hundred and twenty pounds, with shoulder-length, dark brown hair and brilliant blue eyes. I’m also very pretty, and look a lot like the actress Kate Beckinsale, except that I have perfectly-formed, wide-rooted, 34DD breasts, with a titillating, slight natural sag. Jason always told me that he could almost hear all the cocks getting hard when I walked into a room with my big breasts jiggling and swaying so seductively in front of me. And to finish off the package, I have prominent, thick labia which create an obvious, well-defined camel toe, and a perfectly shaped, protruding ass that drives men wild.Jason was never the jealous type, and he enjoyed watching other men as they were watching me and slobbering all over themselves. He rightly assumed that I wouldn’t cheat on him, although I did come close with some insistent clients when we were drinking. I’ll admit that I teased them quite a bit, and even gave a couple of them a feel. That was enough to make them believe that I might cheat with them if they kept coming back to us as advertisers. I did tell Jason about the times when they rubbed my tits and ass, and surprisingly, it seemed to turn him on. I was using an IUD for birth control, so at least I was protected in case I got too drunk one night and was fucked by one of those other men.Now that you know what ‘suit up’ means, you’ll understand my response to Jason. I said, “I don’t mind ‘suiting up’ for you, honey, but are you sure that’s what you want? We both know that’s a lower-income section of the community, with many of units being rented out, and I’m likely to come across some uncouth characters. I don’t think I’ll be in any danger, but they might not have the almanbahis şikayet social graces of the people we’re normally around. Just how far do you want me to go to get those votes?”He laughed and replied, “Well, I’m not suggesting that you fuck them. You just need to distract them enough with your pretty face and fantastic body that they agree to sign the petition. Maybe you could wear your yoga pants and that tight, cropped tank top with no bra, and an unbuttoned, light cover-up. They won’t be able to keep their eyes off you in that outfit.”Jason gave me a list of the owner’s names and biographies for just the units that were owner-occupied, and who had not yet approved the loan, and I started my visits the next day at the building closest to the towers. It was hard finding people at home during the workday, and those that were home were mostly minority women with babies who wanted to defer to their husbands for the decision. A few of them listened to my pitch to approve the loan, but by early afternoon, I was already starting on the fourth building and had not gotten any signatures. I was starting to think that I should wait and try the visits again in the evening when I had my first success.I knew from the brief biographies of the owners that the four units on the ground floor of the fourth building were owned by two naturalized Armenian brothers in their mid-forties, named Sergey and Bacchus. Both men are ruggedly handsome, of average height and weight, with medium-olive skin tone, black hair, and dark eyes, and they looked like twins to me. And their broken-English accent made them seem kind of mysterious and intriguing to me.They controlled four votes, and I really turned on the charm to convince them. I introduced myself as Maddie, and we talked in the living room of one of their units. It was obvious from the piercing stares of their dark eyes that they were attracted to my pendulous breasts, which I have to admit looked fantastic and huge with me braless in that cropped tank top.They kept the conversation going for over forty-five minutes, asking a lot of questions that I was barely able to answer, and staring at my swollen chest. During that time, I noticed the sounds of opening and closing doors and activity in the adjacent units, as well as cars coming and going in the parking lot outside. With them being home in the middle of the day, and with all the activity I was hearing, it seemed like they were running some sort of business from their units. After I finished my pitch about the loan, they agreed to sign the petition, which gave me four votes.I was starting to get up to leave and said, “Thank you both for your support. And if you don’t mind me asking, are you running some type of business out of your units?”Sergey must have thought that I was complaining about their business and explained saying, “Yes, we are operating a small business out of our units, and it is allowed by the covenants. And after meeting you and seeing you here today, I think that you might be a good candidate to work with us. So please sit with us for a few more minutes while we explain.”I sat back down as I responded, “Sure, I’m happy to listen. What type of business is it?”Bacchus spoke up and said, “This might sound a little unusual at first, so please hear us out. We supply human breast milk to a variety of customers. Many of our customers are mothers with newborn and older babies and some local hospitals. There are also some adults who drink mother’s milk to help them with various medical conditions, and that sometimes involves other services. We have many milk providers, most of whom have babies anywhere from newborn to one-year-old. Some of the nursing mothers and other providers live in the condo complex. We also have customers who live in the condos, and many customers and providers live outside the complex, as you can tell from the traffic.”I had never heard of anything like that, and I was curious about whether the lactating women were paid for their breast milk, and if so, how much they made. So, I said, “Wow, I’ve never heard of anything like this. How much do you pay the women for their milk, and how do you go about collecting it? Are they making enough to make it worth their while?”They looked pleased that I had enough interest to ask more about it, and Sergey replied, “The amount we pay varies from one and a half to two dollars per ounce, depending on the quality of their milk. We have space set aside in our units where the women can come to use our hospital-grade, dual breast pumps, and some of them pump at home.””You’re young and might not be aware of this, but babies need between nineteen to thirty ounces of breast milk per day, and a woman can pump about sixty or seventy ounces per day if she pumps consistently and frequently to keep up the flow. So, a young mother can make over twenty thousand dollars a year if she works at it. And other women without babies can make even more by selling all that they pump. Some of the women even offer what we call ‘special services’ that allow them to make much more.”I was intrigued by the concept of women selling their breast milk, and even if it seemed a little dubious, I couldn’t help thinking how extra money like that would help Jason and me. I have to admit to being ignorant about issues involving lactation, and I was curious about his comment that some women almanbahis canlı casino without babies could also produce milk.I asked, “How can women without babies, say someone like me, produce milk?”Sergey responded, “We have several milk providers who we have helped to induce lactation. It is possible for women who haven’t given birth to produce milk with breast pumping and stimulation of their nipples alone, but it requires a great amount of dedication and commitment. You would need to pump six to twelve times a day, including nighttime sessions. The process can be made easier by using a bustier to hold the suction cups in place on your nipples.””It takes some women as much as several months to begin lactating, but others achieve it must faster, and that can be speeded up by also taking one or more medicines. The husbands of some of the women have gotten involved, and both spouses enjoy the bonding they experience with the husbands sucking on their wives’ breasts so frequently.”The idea of selling my breast milk to make money was sounding very appealing to me, and it was also erotic hearing him talk about the husbands sucking their wives’ breasts. I was curious about how much milk I would be able to produce and asked, “So tell me, guys, based on your experience, how much milk do you think a young woman like me could produce?”Bacchus was staring openly and lustfully at my breasts as he cleared his throat before saying, “Well, Maddie, it’s plainly obvious that you have beautiful, large, and well-shaped breasts. But breasts are composed of fat, glandular, and supportive tissues, and the glandular tissue is denser. The more glandular tissue, the more milk you can produce, all things else being equal, and almost fifty percent of women have dense breasts. I don’t mean to be brazen, but if you are really interested in knowing your potential lactation volume, we could tell you whether or not your breasts are dense with a simple digital exam.”By that time, I had been sitting with those intriguing, handsome men for over an hour, and all the talk about breasts and husbands sucking them, the men’s stares, and Bacchus’ compliments about my breasts had aroused me a little. And both men seemed so professional and knowledgeable about lactation, that I was almost seeing them as quasi-medical practitioners. I would find out later in life, when I had my first mammogram, that it’s not possible to tell from feeling breasts, whether they’re dense. But sitting there with those men at that time, I didn’t know. I wanted to find out if selling my breast milk would be worth the trouble for me, and it made sense to have them give me an exam.So, I said, “Okay, Bacchus, I am interested in finding out, so where do we do the exam?”I should have known when the men looked at each other and smiled that I was being set up. But I was genuinely interested in making money by selling my milk, so I ignored their lechery.Bacchus responded saying, “That’s great, Maddie, and then you’ll know. You can just keep your seat on the couch, and Sergey and I will kneel in front of you. Then you can lift your top, and each of us will examine one of your breasts.”The men quickly got on their knees in front of me, between my wide-spread legs, and I removed my cover up before pulling up my tank top. My big breasts swung and jiggled into place right in front of their faces, as they both gave audible sighs. The men weighed my breasts in their hands and then squeezed, probed and explored all over the surface, as if they were trying to determine the density. That was the first time I had been fondled so completely that way by anyone other than Jason. I liked it, and my pussy was getting wet from having them handle my breasts that way.Sergey was the first to speak, and I felt his hot breath on my breast as he continued to fondle me and say, “Oh my goodness, Maddie, your breasts are so round and full and heavy, and I’m almost certain that your tissue is dense. You also have these, puffy, brown areolas that are bigger than silver dollars and thumb-sized nipples that almost beg to be sucked. May we have your permission to suck them, so we can tell how pliable they will be for pumping and to show you how hard the breast pumps will be sucking you?”At that point, I knew that they were gaming me, but I was so turned on that I wanted to feel their lips on my breasts. I gave them a nod of approval, and they covered my areolas and nipples with their lips and began sucking and tonguing my tender tit flesh. They had their arms around my back holding me, and I instinctively placed my hands on the back of their heads and held them against my breasts. They were sucking me very hard and almost seemed to be in a frenzy of lust as they slurped loudly and sucked my areolas, nipples, and surrounding tit flesh into their hungry mouths.Bacchus’ torso was pressed up against my crotch, moving rhythmically against me in a way that made me sense that he was pressing himself against my swollen labia on purpose. I was becoming so aroused that I smelled my aromatic pussy. I previously had no idea how erotic it could be to have strangers suck my breasts so aggressively. Jason liked to suck my breasts, but he had never done it so assertively. I felt myself losing control, and I knew that if I continued, those men would soon have their way with me.I gently pushed them back, as their mouths pulled almanbahis casino off my breasts with a slurping sound, and I said, “Whoa, guys, that was sure some exam, but I think that’s enough for now. Tell me, what do you think about my potential as a milk provider?”Both men’s faces were flushed with lust, and I glanced down and noticed that they had sizeable cock lumps in their pants. Sergey took a few moments to gather his thoughts and said, “You are definitely a good candidate for inducing lactation and based on your reactions to us sucking your breasts, you also have good potential to provide some of our special services for select clients.””If you really are interested in pursuing this, talk to your husband tonight and find out if he is okay with it. If you want to proceed, then you can come back tomorrow, and we’ll get you started on the lactation-inducing protocols. And don’t worry about the votes. If you agree to work with us, we’ll get a couple of our upstairs neighbors to sign your petition and put you over the top.”I was curious about one thing and asked, “What are these special services that you’re talking about?”Bacchus smiled and said, “Those special services involve providing your breast milk with, let’s say a more personal touch. We can talk more about that later if you decide to join us.”I went back to our condo, and took a shower, and masturbated myself to a huge orgasm with the pulsating shower head, just thinking about those horny Armenian men sucking my breasts. I had never been around people of their ethnicity before, and their darker skin and accents made them very attractive to me.Jason finally got home at around 6:30 pm, and over dinner I showed him the petition and said, “Honey, you’ll be happy to know that I got signatures for four units today, and there’s a chance that I can get a couple of more tomorrow. That should give you more than need to proceed with the loan process.”Jason was surprised at my success, and kiddingly asked, “Good job, honey, but what did you have to do to get them to sign? One of the other board members told me that those Armenian brothers are running a small business out of their units and that they’re rather unsavory characters. Did you happen to find out what they’re doing there?”I certainly didn’t want to lie to Jason, so I explained everything I knew about their business, and that I was interested in working with them. I let him know that by my calculations, being a breast milk provider without having a baby to feed, I could easily make over forty thousand dollars a year, and maybe much more if those special services they mentioned turned out to be as lucrative as they said. I waited until after I sensed that he was interested in telling him what I knew about the process to induce lactation, and how much fun we could have with him helping me.Then I confessed the rest saying, “Sergey and Bacchus even give me an exam, and determined that I would likely be a good producer, and then they showed me what the hard sucking would feel like.”It took a few seconds for my comments to sink in, and then Jason asked, “What do you mean that they showed you how the sucking would feel? My goodness, Maddie, how far did you go with those guys?”I explained in more detail how it felt when they were feeling my breasts and then said, “They seemed so professional about the exam, and when Sergey asked me if they could demonstrate how the breast pump would feel, I let them do it. And, honey, it felt so good to be sucked that hard it even aroused me. I can just imagine how much fun you and I will have if I do this and you help induce me.”Jason seemed stunned at first, but after a few moments, he said, “Holy shit, Maddie. You let them suck your breasts? I know that I should be angry, but damn, honey, that sounds so hot to me, and even better that it turned you on. As far as I’m concerned you can let them know tomorrow that you will participate, and then you’ll probably find out what those special services are. Be sure and get those other signatures, though.”Our conversation turned both of us on, and we went to bed, where he fucked and ejaculated into me two times, while sucking hard on my breasts. It felt so go to be associating my breasts being sucked with hard fucking, and I have to admit that I was secretly fantasizing that Sergey and Bacchus were sucking me, as Jason fucked me.I went back to the Armenians’ condo the next morning, and they were happy to hear that I was going to work for them. I even let them know that I told Jason everything and that it was arousing for him. They loaned me one of their dual breast pumps to use, and while Sergey went upstairs to get the two additional signatures, Bacchus taught me how to use the pump. He suggested that I start out pumping both breasts for fifteen minutes at a time, for ten times per day. He even showed me how I could use one of my old sports bras as a bustier, by cutting out the areas over the nipples so I could insert the pump cups.When Sergey came back, they gave me a supply of the medication domperidone which they got from Canada, since it wasn’t approved for use in the United States. They said that it has many uses, but for our purpose, it acts to increase the release of prolactin, thus promoting lactation. I was to start with doses of ten milligrams, four times per day for the first week, then increasing to twenty milligrams, four times per day. I was a little nervous about taking it since they aren’t doctors, but I did it because of their experience with other women. They weren’t sure how long it would take since different women reacted differently to the medication and pumping.

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