This is a story about my neighbour, Sulochana, in her own words, with some improvisation and my fantasies added.
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I am Sulochana, living in an apartment. I am a 30-year-old housewife with a 2-year-old kid. My height is 5’6″, and I have a voluptuous figure. My measurements are 38-32-36 with a brownish skin tone on the darker side. I am a regular reader of ISS, which I read when I’m bored and alone at home to satisfy myself.
Now, let’s get to the story:
Every day, the milkman delivers milk early in the morning at 5 am. He brings the milk in a can and pours it into a bowl. He uses a measurement jar to scoop out the milk from the can and pours it into the bowl while sitting on the floor. I have to bend down to hold the bowl for him to pour the milk into it.
As my kid grows older, I’m planning to reduce his milk intake, and he’s also not consuming as much milk as he used to. With the excess milk production and my boy not drinking it, I’m feeling pain in my breasts, and the milk is overflowing. I have to extract milk every day when I find the time. I also ask my husband to have some milk, so I get relieved of the pain and experience some pleasure. However, he’s also gotten bored with having my milk and doesn’t drink as much as he used to. So, I’m now extracting most of my milk by hand and disposing of it.
Doing this every day is straining my hands, and my breasts are becoming more painful. To alleviate this, I started wearing loose nighties that don’t put pressure on my breasts. Sometimes, my husband sucks my breasts in the middle of the night. So, he also has free access to my breasts if he wants.
Since I started wearing nighties, I’ve noticed our milkman peeking at my cleavage when he’s pouring milk. So, I adjust myself to expose more of myself most days. But sometimes, as soon as I wake up from bed, I forget to adjust, and he gets a better view. However, I don’t adjust myself in front of him, as it might send the wrong signals. But one day, I saw him peeking at my cleavage, and I felt a little aroused. I started enjoying his peeking at my cleavage. And when I’m in a good mood, I intentionally expose more of my cleavage and enjoy his desperate looks.
One day, while pouring milk into the bowl and peeking at my cleavage, he made a vulgar comment, saying, “I wish you were my cow so I could have milked those round and big breasts” – of course, in our local language. I gave him an angry look, and he shut his mouth, saying, “Sorry, madam,” and left. After a few days, his peeking started again but I didn’t say anything. It continued for a while. And one day, he said, “They are beautiful.” I didn’t get angry. I just kept quiet.
As days passed by, he started flirting. Sometimes, I gave him angry looks while other times, I kept quiet. But one day, I smiled and nodded, saying, “Yes,” when he said, “I think you’re in so much pain with your milk not being sucked by anyone.” The next day, he said he could relieve me of my pain if I allowed him to. I asked him how, and he replied, “With a lot of experience in milking cows, I know how to squeeze and rub without causing pain and extract milk.”
I got shocked and said angrily, “Impossible, with my husband at home.” He said with a smile, “So you want it when your husband is not there?” I didn’t reply, and he said, “I can extract enough milk in 2 minutes, so you won’t have any pain until the next day.” I didn’t say anything, and he left.
The next day is when everything started. I forgot to put on my top button and went to get the milk. When I bent down for the milk, instead of pouring it, he kept peeking and suddenly pulled my right breast out and squeezed milk into the bowl. I tried to pull back and stand, but he pulled me down with his other hand, holding my thali, which was a strong thread, and another thick gold chain around my neck.
I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to make noise, as it could wake up my husband in the bedroom (I usually lock the bedroom door, so the noise of utensils doesn’t wake up my kid). I just stood there while bending, a bit shocked and stared at him. But he didn’t leave me or my breast. He pulled my breast down like he would pull a cow’s udder.
As my breasts were dry, he squeezed some milk into his hand and applied it to my breast to lubricate it. Then, he squeezed my breast from top to bottom, which aroused me, and milk sprayed like a fountain into the jar. I tried to convince him to stop, but he didn’t. He squeezed it again and again, faster, for 2 minutes, and there wasn’t any milk spraying out.
My breast also felt lighter, and I got relieved of the pain. I asked him to leave me, as someone might see us. Ours is a corner apartment, so no one can see us at the door. He didn’t respond; instead, he squeezed my breast into his mouth and sucked milk from it like pulp from a juicy mango. This sent shivers down my body, and I almost had an orgasm!
Holding me with the chains, it felt like he was holding me like a buffalo with a rope, ready to be milked. Then, he pulled my other boob out of my nighty, saying, “Now, I am your master; bitch, give me milk.” I was just staring at him with my mouth closed, bending, and my face close to his face. He kissed me on my lips and licked my neck. Then, he started milking the other breast until it was empty.
Now, he took the bowl of milk and left me. He poured the milk into a 500ml measurement jar. Almost 3/4th of the jar was filled. I was surprised at the quantity of milk I could produce. Looking at me erotically, he gulped all the milk, saying it was creamy and yummy. This really aroused me, and I was hoping he would crush me like a flower.
Then, he poured the milk into the bowl and left for the day. This continued for a few days, until one day, I told him that my husband was going out of town, and I wanted only half the quantity of milk I take daily. This took a different turn, and I’ll continue the story in the next part to explain what happened.
Also, ours is a corner apartment, and our door faces the kitchen window of Shabana’s house. I imagined no one would be there in the kitchen early in the morning, but she observed everything one day and confessed about how she enjoyed the show, as she is my friend and partner in crime. I’ll also continue how she got involved in the story in the next parts.
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