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It had been months since I was **** now, and it had turned winter. Charlie was going out of town on a business trip, and I was gonna be alone for the weekend. I woke up Saturday morning. My boobs were full. With no Charlie to suckle me dry, I got out the pump. I almost filled the bottle from just one boob. Nearly 450 ml. The other one produces just as much.

I had no real plans for the day. Just do housework, and maybe watch a movie. The day went on like it normally did with the exception of having Charlie around. It was probably the change in routine that made me forget to pump in the evening. Charlie would normally be home by then and we would snuggle up on the couch for a post-dinner feed. By night my breast was so full I felt I was about to explode. I tried pumping, but it hurt too much. "Dammit, I shouldn't have let them get this full." I thought to myself. I was bent over the kitchen sink, milking myself trying to relieve the pain enough to be able to pump them when suddenly. A key turned in the door. I turned around quickly. There was a man there. Someone I didn't know. I just stood there staring at him for several seconds before I realized that I had my boobs out. I quickly pulled my top down to cover up.

"Eh, Eh, I'm sorry I didn't know there was anyone home," the man said. "Well, I'm home. And who the hell are you?" I answered, a little panicked now with having a strange man in my apartment, whom I just flashed my boobs. "Sorry, I'm Tyler. Charlie gave me a spare key. I crash here sometimes when I've been out," he said. "Oh.. well... I..." I didn't know what else to say. "I guess that's fine," I said. "He didn't really tell me, so..." "Well I saw on his Snapchat he was out of town, and figured I could crash," he went on. "Yeah, no cool you just crash all you want," I said. "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name," he said. "Oh, I'm Samantha. Charlies girlfriend... I live here..."

Tyler stumbled into the apartment, and onto the couch. He had clearly had a lot to drink. Within minutes he was out cold. I made my way to the bathroom and tried to get some more milk from my boobs, It was slow and painful. Hands or pump was no match for someone latching on and suckling. I gave up and decided to try for the pump again. I passed through the living room on my way towards the kitchen where the pump was. I stopped and looked down at Tyler sleeping. Was he... sucking his thumb? He was. He was suckling his thumb. I felt the pressure stab in my chest. Oh if only Charlie was here to... unless... No, I couldn't. I was about to move towards the kitchen again, but then... no... this was crazy. I reached down and poked Tyler's shoulder. Nothing. He just kept on suckling his thumb. I grabbed his hand gently and pulled the thumb from his mouth. It made a small pop as it came out. I let go, and seconds later his thumb was back in his mouth, but he didn't wake up... "Ouch," the stab of pain in my chest again. Was I really about to do this? If he woke up this would be a disaster.

I was down on my knees on the floor next to him on the couch. His head almost lined up perfectly with my chest. Slowly I pulled up my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra. I bent forward, inching my nipple closer to his mouth, then as close as I dared to go I gently grabbed his arm and pulled the thumb from his mouth. I grabbed my breast with the other hand and guided my nipple towards his suckling mouth still looking for its thumb. As I made contact, I felt him latch on. "Ouch", it hurt. It wasn't working, he wasn't latching on correctly. Without thinking I was grabbing his head and guided him onto my breast. "Yes, oh sweet release," I could feel it flowing. God, he was swallowing so much. I sat there for a full 10 minutes, letting him drain me. I gently extracted my breast from him, trying not to wake him. I looked down and to my horror, he was looking back up at me.

I jumped back. Shit was he awake? "You know I'm more than happy to finish the other one as well," he said. Clearly awake. "How long have you been awake?" I asked. A couple of minutes, since you grabbed my head I think." Shit. I was so fucking emberased. "So, shall we do the next one?" he said with a smile. I felt it. It was still sore. Still painfully full. "It can be our little secret," he winked at me. I sat back up on my knees. Took his head in my hand, and guided him to my full breast. "If you tell anyone, I'm going to kill you," I said. trying to sound threatening and failing. For the next 10 minutes, I let him suckle. Drinking all my milk. When he finally let go I pulled my shirt back down and was about to go back to the bedroom. "Well, now that I relived you of some pressure, maybe you repay the service and relieve some of mine," he said pulling his cock from his pants.

"What? No? Im Charlie's girlfriend, remember."

"Oh, I remember. I wonder what he will say when I tell him how his girlfriend stuck her boobs in my mouth while I was sleeping."

"You wouldn't?"

"Well that depends," he said indicating his erect cock.

"This is ****."

"Yep, that is one word for it..."

Fuck...

He sat up on the couch, and I got down on my knees again. Leaned in and took his cock in my mouth. I had sucked Charlie off before, so this wasn't new to me, but the shame and the thought of what I was going through. This was cheating. I was cheating on Charlie. But then again, so was probably stuffing my tits in another man's mouth, even though he was sleeping. I was bobbing my head up and down, licking my head, doing anything I could think of to make this go faster. It didn't take long. Soon he was panting and could feel him holding back. He grabbed my head, and I felt his cock twitching, as he said "I hope you swallow!". I had never taken a load in my mouth before. Jets of hot cum filled my mouth. I tried to pull off him, but he held me down. I had **** but to take it. Once he let go, I pulled back, retching and spitting out all his disgusting cum. "Guess not," he said.

I got up and went straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind me. I spent probably a good hour crying in shame at what I had done before my exhausted body drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I found a note on the kitchen table along with a key to the apartment. "It's probably best I don't crash here anymore. But if you ever need relief, here is my number..."

I threw it away, trying not to think of what happened.