Lena + Frank = 'Free Milk'

Lena puts her six-month-old boy in his cradle. She just gave him his milk and is glad to have at least two hours before he might wake again. She quietly moves to the kitchen to grab the trash bag from under the sink. Then she hurries out the door and closes it behind her, rushing down the stairs to take out the trash. Back up at her apartment door, she realizes with horror that she forgot her key inside! Without her phone, she can't even call her husband at work or a locksmith. “Shit!” She curses to herself. She turns around, looking at the door of her neighbor. With any luck they might be home and can help her. Without hesitation, she rings the doorbell. A few seconds later, Frank opens the door. Lena says, “Thank god, you're home! I need your help!”

“Lena? What's wrong?”

Lena is looking quite distressed. “I've managed to lock myself out of my apartment, and my baby is alone inside! I don't have my phone either... Could I possibly use yours to call a locksmith? Or maybe you could lend me some tools so I can try to get back inside myself?”

“Come in, come in. I'll call a locksmith. I'm sure they will be here in no time. Please, sit on the couch and take a deep breath.”

Nodding gratefully, Lena steps into Frank's apartment and takes a seat on the couch, trying to calm her nerves. “Thank you so much, Frank. I really appreciate this. I feel so silly for getting myself into this situation...”

“No worries. I'll be right back.” He leaves the room.

While waiting, Lena glances around the apartment, admiring the neatness and orderliness. It contrasts sharply with her own place which is always littered with toys and baby stuff. She randomly starts to think about her dream of becoming a pop star, imagining what it would be like to live in a spotless high-rise apartment overlooking the city. “You have such a lovely home, Frank,” she comments when he returns.

“Thanks, Lena. I try to keep things tidy. Here, I called the locksmith and they said they'd be there within the hour.” He hands Lena a cup of tea. “In the meantime, relax and make yourself at home.”

Taking the cup of tea with a smile, Lena tries to shake off her anxiety. “That's wonderful news, thank you. And this tea is perfect, exactly what I needed.” She takes a sip, then sets the cup down on the coffee table. “I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.”

“Actually, your timing is perfect. I've been dying to see those milk jugs of yours.”

Lena chokes slightly on her tea and coughs a bit. Once composed, she frowns at Frank. “Milk jugs? Excuse me?” She crosses her arms, unintentionally emphasizing her ample bosom.

Frank's hand slides in his pocket. He flicks the switch of his freeuse-device, turning it on. “I mean your tits, dummy.”

Lena stares blankly at Frank, blinking slowly. “Oh. My tits. Right.” She uncrosses her arms and looks down at her chest matter-of-factly. “They are pretty big these days, huh? All that milk for the baby.” Lena seems unfazed by Frank's crude comment, acting as if this were a totally normal thing for him to say. She sits back and picks up her tea again, acting casual. “So anyway, you were saying? What did you want to see my milk jugs for?”

“I like big tits, especially when they pack some extra juice. So why don't you take that top off and show me your udders?”

Without hesitation, Lena sets her tea aside and reaches for the hem of her shirt. In one smooth motion, she pulls it over her head and tosses it onto the floor. Her bare breasts bounce free, capped with dark nipples already puckered from the cool air. “Like this?” she asks simply, as if disrobing for a neighbor is something she does every day. Lena makes no move to cover herself, letting Frank drink in the sight of her huge, heavy breasts straining against her skin.

His eyes hungrily roam over Lena's exposed chest. “Fuck yeah, just like that. Now give 'em a good squeeze for me.”

Obligingly, Lena brings her hands up to cup her breasts. She massages the soft flesh gently, then gives each nipple a firm pinch between thumb and forefinger. At his request, she squeezes harder, causing a thin stream of milk to spurt from each tip. “Mmm, they're pretty full right now,” she murmurs, seemingly unaffected by the fact that she's putting on a private milking show for her neighbor.

“I need to taste that,” he says, leaning in to lick the milk from her nipples. “You don't mind, do you?”

With the freeuse-mode active, Lena shakes her head compliantly. “Of course not, go ahead.” She watches almost clinically as Frank dips his head towards her chest. His tongue swirls around one stiff peak before closing his lips over it and suckling strongly. Warmth floods through Lena's body as she feels the pull of his mouth drawing the milk from her breast. “That feels...strange,” she admits, her voice quivering slightly. “But not bad, I guess.”

“Good, because I'm going to enjoy every drop.” He switches to her other breast, continuing to drain her of her milk.

Lena lets out a soft sigh, her fingers threading through Frank's hair as he nurses from her. Despite the oddity of the situation, she finds herself relaxing into the rhythm of his sucks. There's something undeniably satisfying about having her milk taken in this way, even if it's by someone other than her baby. “Just remember, this doesn't change anything between us,” she says firmly, though there's a hint of pleasure in her tone. “I love my husband, and I'm only doing this because you helped me out.”

He releases her breast with a wet pop, licking his lips clean of her milk. “Don't worry,” Frank smiles at her, then leans in to kiss her, tasting her tongue in a swirling kiss. “It's not like we're doing anything out of the ordinary, right?.”

Lena returns the kiss automatically, her lips moving against Frank's in a slow dance. For a moment she loses herself in the sensation, the heat building low in her belly. But as quickly as it started, the kiss ends. Lena blinks up at Frank, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “Right, nothing out of the ordinary,” she agrees softly, still caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. She clears her throat. “So, um, when can I expect the locksmith?”

“I'm sure we'll have enough time for a quickie,” he says, feeling her up, and kissing her again. “Let's get naked, shall we?”

“A quickie, hm?” Still under the influence of the freeuse-mode, Lena nods without protest as Frank gropes her curves.. “I suppose we do have time...”

She allows him to push her down onto the couch, his body covering hers. Even as he tugs impatiently at her sweatpants, Lena remains strangely passive, watching with detached curiosity as he strips her bare.

He pulls her pants down, revealing her pussy. He buries his face between her legs and licks her slit. “Mmmm, yummy mommy.”

Lena moans softly as Frank licks along her slit, her hips twitching involuntarily. Under the influence of the freeuse-mode, Lena feels numb to the impropriety of the situation. She focuses on his tongue as it probes deeper, lapping at her most intimate places.

“Ahh, Frank...” she breathes out, her fingers tangling in his hair. “That feels nice.”

Despite her calm demeanor, Lena can feel her arousal growing with each pass of his tongue. Her core throbs and clenches, seeking more of his touch. But still, she makes no move to actively participate, leaving everything to Frank's lead.

Standing up, Frank strips himself naked. His hard cock springs free, pointing straight at Lena's face. “Get on top,” he commands as he sits down on his armchair, guiding her to straddle his lap. “Ride me, mommy.”

Lena obeys wordlessly, positioning herself over Frank's rigid shaft. She sinks down inch by inch until he fills her completely. A shudder runs through her at the foreign yet pleasurable stretch.

“Oh...” she gasps, her hands bracing on his shoulders. “You're big...”

Lena begins to move, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounce hypnotically with each roll of her hips. Though her expression remains somewhat vacant, she rocks faster, spurred on by the delicious drag of his cock inside her.

He grabs her hips, slamming her down on his cock. “Yeah, fuck! Take it, you dirty slut!”

He slaps her ass roughly, watching it jiggle. He pinches and twists her nipples as she rides him. “Such a naughty mommy, fucking the neighbor while her baby sleeps. You must be a real whore.”

“Y-yes, I'm a dirty slut,” she agrees breathlessly, her hips undulating faster. “A naughty mommy who needs to be punished.”

Under the influence of the freeuse-mode, Lena accepts Frank's rough treatment without complaint. She cries out as he slams her down, the **** driving the breath from her lungs. Her ass stings where he slapped it, the pain oddly arousing.

Lena arches into his pinching fingers, her sensitive nipples pebbling under his touch. She meets his harsh thrusts eagerly, impaling herself on his thick cock over and over. The filthy words he spits at her seem to spur her on, her inner walls clenching greedily around him.

He fucks her harder, grunting with effort. His balls slap against her clit with each powerful thrust, sucking on her nipples while her heavy breats bounce in his face.

He grips her hips bruisingly tight, holding her in place as he pistons into her relentlessly. Sweat drips down his brow from exertion. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo through the room.

Lena's head tips back as Frank pounds into her, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Each brutal thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through her, building higher and higher. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks in their wake.

When Frank's teeth close around her nipple, Lena sees stars. Her back bows, pushing more of her breast into his hungry mouth. She rides him wildly, chasing the cresting wave of ecstasy. Lena comes with a guttural cry, her sex spasming almost violently around his cock as orgasm crashes through her.

Feeling her cunt clamp down on him, Frank throws his head back and groans loudly as he explodes inside her, painting her insides white with his hot seed. He keeps pumping into her, riding out his climax until he's spent.

Finally, he collapses back against the chair, breathing heavily. He lazily strokes Lena's hair as she slumps bonelessly against his chest, both of them basking in the afterglow. “Get dressed.”

Lena nods dazedly at Frank's command, lifting herself off his softening cock. His cum dribbles down her thighs as she stands unsteadily. Under the influence of the freeuse-mode, she retrieves her clothes and dresses mechanically - sweatpants pulled up over sticky thighs, oversized tee slipped over her head.

Sitting back down beside Frank, Lena hugs her knees to her chest, staring vacantly ahead. She seems lost in thought, unaware of the mess between her legs or the lingering scent of sex hanging in the air.

The doorbell rings. “That must be the locksmith! And just in time.” He stands up and walks to the door, casually switching off freeuse mode.

As soon as Frank deactivates the freeuse-mode, Lena snaps out of her daze. Memories of their passionate coupling flood back to her and she flushes scarlet, equal parts embarrassed and aroused. She brushes the thought off quickly, since they had to pass the time, somehow anyway. Besides, she knew that she enjoyed it, and it helped her calm down. She busies herself by smoothing her rumpled clothing and fixing her hair as best she can.

Frank opens the door to reveal a middle-aged man holding a toolbox. He steps aside to let him enter. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. My neighbor accidentally locked herself out, and couldn't reach her phone.”

Lena follows the locksmith across the hall to her apartment door. As he works on picking the lock, Lena fidgets nervously, crossing and uncrossing her arms.

“I can't believe I did something so careless,” she mutters, mostly to herself. “Markus is going to kill me when he finds out I locked myself out with Jan alone in the apartment.”

“Don't worry so much." Frank's voice rings from behind her. "Anyway, have a nice day, Lena.”

Lena jumps slightly at the sound of Frank's voice, having momentarily forgotten he was there. She turns to face him, her expression warm. “You too, Frank. Thanks again for your help.” She gives him a friendly nod and a smile before turning back to the locksmith.

As soon as the lock clicks open, Lena rushes inside, calling out for her son. “Jan? Are you okay, sweetie?” She finds him still asleep in his crib, blissfully unaware of the drama that had unfolded downstairs. Letting out a shaky breath, Lena scoops him into her arms and rocks him gently, silently vowing to be more careful in the future.

The End