Alkim has some milk for breakfast

Alkim

Alkim woke up to a blaring alarm from his phone.

Fuuuuck, when did I get back here? And what time is it?

He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and silenced it: the time read four-fifteen p.m.

He checked his notifications: there were lots of irrelevant notifications on pictures Vicky and Kate had tagged him in last night, some texts from Mikaella he’d read later. Only after clearing everything did he remember to check what that alarm was for.

The alarm was titled “MILF Appointment - 5pm.”

Oh shit! I gotta meet the landlady in forty-five minutes!

Alkim sprung out of bed, went to the working shower, turned on the water, and checked his appearance in the mirror. He’d shaved last night, and the regrown stubble was minor enough that he didn’t need to bother with that again.

He was still tired, so, while the water warmed, he jumpstarted his mind by internally generating a large dose of dextroamphetamine. Before the mirrors began to fog up, the synthesis was completed, the dopamine was released, his heart rate accelerated, and his focus sharpened to a knife’s edge.

Damn, I’m getting pretty good at this.

After a long piss and a quick shower, he went back to his room and picked out some clothes. Not feeling very creative, he assembled a similar outfit to last night’s: a button up Hawaiian shirt adorned with images of reef fishes, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and his watch. Once he was fully dressed, he performed another mirror check.

Do I look like I could buy a house?

Then came a knock on his unlockable door.

“Alkim?” It was just Kate. “You awake yet? Was that you in the shower?”

“Yeah, I’m about to head out.”

“Heading out? Where?” She entered without waiting for his answer, though her tits completed the journey a full second before the rest of her. They jiggled obscenely in her heroically strained tank top and were mirrored below by her bubble butt in her lacy purple panties. She closed the door behind her and eyed him up and down, “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get dressed up two days in a row.”

“It’s for a good cause: I’m taking care of our MILF problem.”

“Our MILF problem? Oh! The landlady?”

“Yup.”

“Are you really up for that right now?”

“Sure, woke up a little tired, but I fixed that all by myself.” He tapped his temples. “No headache either, must have stayed well hydrated last night. So, yeah, I'm driving over to meet her now.”

She grinned knowingly, “Niiiicceeeee, gonna rock her world?”

Alkim smiled back, “That’s the plan. Well, one of the plans.” He pulled his hygiene travel bag out from under the bed and dug around for loose condoms, found three, and set them down on his nightstand.

Kate stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Wait, before you go I’m trying to finish up that website today.”

“Lit, you’re the best.”

“Yeah, but to do that I’m gonna need my meds.”

“Oh, duh,” Alkim turned and kissed Kate on the lips. His eager tongue pushed into her mouth, while his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. While he reveled in the pillowy titflesh pressed against his abs, and the energetic flicking of her tongue in his mouth, he tried not to get distracted by her charms. It took some serious effort, but he managed to concentrate just enough on mixing a hefty dose of amphetamines into his normal concoction to assist Kate with her work.

After a few seconds of passing **** mouth-to-mouth, he pulled back, heard the sharp intake of breath, and looked down to see Kate’s eyelids still fluttering dreamily, while her tongue continued to lick around her lips, ensuring she got every precious milligram.

Alkim wasn’t sure he would ever get used to the sight of such a beauty experiencing such intense bliss from such limited contact, especially when the beauty in question was his enormously chesty friend. It was such an insane ego trip: kissing him was now an indispensable part of Kate’s morning routine. And as a bonus, he was free to admire the sight of those monumental, heaving tits of hers in that tank top while she took the next few seconds to regain her composure.

“You good to go?” asked Alkim, but only after getting a good long eyeful of those incredible knockers.

Kate exhaled deeply. “Yeahhhhh… much better…”

Alkim checked his phone: there was another alarm telling him to get going in the next few minutes, but the sight of those tits kept him from leaving just yet. “How about your tits? Is the pressure okay? Do you need another milking?”

If Kate was bothered by his cavalier questions about her milkers, she kept it to herself.

“Hmmm. I fed-I mean, I pumped them last night…” She hefted one in each hand, checking their weight, considering. and Alkim stared shamelessly as each heavy tit spilled well beyond the flats of her dainty, feminine hands. Kate pinched one nipple, and a dark spot quickly formed around the erect nub, deciding the matter. She shrugged, “I guess a little draining couldn’t hurt.”

Alkim licked his lips. “Alright. I need to be there at five, so we’ve gotta make this quick.”

She turned to check the door was fully closed, “Kay, Vicky should be out for a bit longer...”

Alkim was about to ask where Vicky was, but Kate started peeling up her tank top and the question died on his lips.

The fabric caught on the jutting shelf of underboob, lifting those enormous tits until they reached the inflection point and tumbled out, audibly slapping against her flat tummy where they continued to shake and ripple enticingly as she worked the top over her shoulders and threw it aside.

The fucking jiggle physics on this woman…

Alkim laid back on his bed, mouth watering, cock hardening, watching with bated breath as Kate climbed onto the mattress and crawled towards him on her hands and knees. All the while those engorged mams swayed pendulously beneath her, clapping against each other with her every movement, dripping nipples scraping over his bunched-up comforter, trailing little dark spots in her wake. She dragged those swollen tits over his face, smearing a thin trail of milk over his skin, then unceremoniously dropped the left nipple into his open mouth.

Alkim latched on tightly, and Kate’s mammary glands began to let go of their milky payload, while Alkim’s salivary glands released their own mixture of pleasure and lactation-inducing chemicals. Those first few droplets of milk quickly grew into a delicious, steady trickle. Yet, as much as Alkim wanted to savor each and every moment with Kate’s tit in his mouth, he still had a schedule to keep.

Without asking permission, Alkim grabbed around the base of that giant boob with both hands and began massaging down Kate’s breast to her darkened areolas. Her flow quickly increased to the point where only a few seconds without swallowing would overflow the sides of his mouth.

This is the fucking life: breakfast in bed. Mmmmm… Thank you, hospital lactation consultant, your tips have been shockingly useful lately…

Kate didn’t just permit his handsyness, she moaned her approval of the extra stimulation. He wasn’t sure if she understood why he was massaging her swollen tits, or if she thought he just wanted to grope some big fucking titties. . Either way, the sensation was too pleasurable for her to resist, and those tits were his to fool around with for however many minutes remained in his schedule.

After a bit, he switched to the other nipple and repeated his downward massaging motions, while the first tit continued leaking milk onto his pillow. He stared up at her over the curves of her massive chest, watching her lips take on an “O” as she relaxed into their new favorite ritual.

They continued like that until Alkim’s final alarm rang, and he abruptly unlatched from his lactating friend. Kate’s tits didn’t get the memo and kept expressing milk onto his face.

“Shit, sorry,” he apologized, rolling her off, “that’s all the time I have.”

Kate sagged onto her side and tried to cover her nipples with her hands, though milk continued to leak through her fingers.

Tempting as that was, Alkim had somewhere to be. He got out of bed, ran to the bathroom sink, rinsed the remaining milk from his face, adjusted his hair in the mirror, and straightened out his shirt. Finally satisfied with his appearance, he put on his shoes, grabbed his wallet, keys, his most expensive sunglasses, and those three condoms.

He turned back to Kate, “Alright, gotta go now, or I’ll be late.”

“Okay,” Kate mumbled, still collecting herself and leaking into his bedding.

Hmm, I might have overdone it a bit... “Maybe this week we can try and experiment with spacing the kissing and milking over the day?”

“Sure… Sounds good…”

“Great, I’ll let you know how it goes with Ania.”

He left the room before Kate could finish recovering, and rushed out the front door, deadbolting it behind him. In his haste to get laid, he jumped down the steps without looking, and in doing so he very nearly collided with some woman in a sports bra and running shorts.

“Whoa!” They both yelped in surprise, then the recognition came.

“Vicky?”

“Alkim? You scared the shit out of me!” Slapped him on the forearm, then hugged him tightly. “I checked on you an hour ago, but you still looked like you were in a coma! I wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, so I went on a quick jog.” That explained her clothes, and why she was damp to the touch. She pulled back to inspect his face, her hands grasping at his shoulders. “How are you even standing and walking around after last night?”

Alkim shrugged off her probing hands. “I don’t get hangovers, you know that.”

“Oh, duh!” She palmed her temple. “You probably don’t remember anything, huh?”

“No, why? Did I mix too many **** or something? Did I hit my head? Did I lose a fight?”

“No, bitch, you were roofied!”

Alkim’s stomach dropped. He’d considered a dozen potential explanations for his black out, but date **** was not one of them.

“What? How? Who the fuck would roofie me?”

“You did.”

“I did what?!”

“Some guy tried to roofie Hannah, and you tried to tell her, but she wouldn’t believe you, so you drank it before she could.”

“Oh.”

That sure sounded like something he would try. It also explained why he wouldn’t remember most of the night, and why he’d slept four hours past noon.

“Seriously, boy, how are you even standing right now?”

Alkim shrugged, “I’m very hard to poison.”

“Jesus Christ. I know you have, like, a crazy high tolerance to ****, but I thought the roofie would keep you down for like a day at least.”

Alkim began counting off substances, “****, caffeine, amphetamine, cocaine, weed,” he had to continue the count with his other hand, “LSD, mushrooms, chloroform that one time… would be weird if I couldn’t tolerate one little roofie, don’t you think?”

“Daaaamn, your liver’s insane.” She looked him up and down, finally noticing his clothes. “Wait, why are you all dressed up at four p.m. on a Sunday?”

“I’m going out.”

“Seriously? After everything I just told you? Don’t you think you should stay in, take it easy?”

“Well, I was already dressed before you told me anything. Besides, I feel sober enough, and I can’t exactly skip this.”

“Why not?”

“It’s kind of a date...”

“Oh?” Vicky perked up instantly. “Wait, I thought you said you weren’t dating anyone?”

“I wasn’t then, she just asked me out the other night.”

“At the club?”

“No, Friday night. She texted me, asked if I could meet at her place and I said yes.”

“Well, if it’s short notice then just text her that you got too fucked up last night, she’ll understand.”

“I don’t know if she would. Besides, no-showing on a first date? Everyone hates people who do that, becyase they’re the fucking worst.”

“Alright, yeah. Good point.” Vicky crossed her arms under her chest. “But you’re not driving, are you?”

“Well yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

He tried to walk around her to his car, but Vicky stopped him with a firm hand around his wrist.

“Dude, no. I can’t let you drive after last night.”

“Relaaax, Vicky. I’m totally sober now, and it’s not that far anyway; just a mile or two.”

“If it’s not that far then let me drive you.”

His head tilted. “You sure?”

“Dead serious. I'm gonna get my glasses and my hoodie, and I’ll be right back. Don’t. Go. Anywhere.”

Alkim held up his hands in surrender and pocketed his car keys. “Alright, alright.” He saw no point in fighting her over this, especially when he was running out of time to argue. He took the moment to admire her well-toned ass as she slipped into the house, then used his phone to check the route to Ania’s.

Vicky returned a moment later wearing glasses and her hoodie, and they got into her two-seater Mazda Miata convertible. She opted for contacts so often that Alkim sometimes forgot she even needed corrective lenses at all. Not that she wasn’t still hot in glasses, but the reminder was always a little jarring, and they made her look a lot more mature than she really was.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Safety first!! Besides, I already owed you one for picking me up on Friday.”

“Oh, yeah. So, walk me through exactly what happened last night. The last thing I remember was us dancing under the spotlight, just absolutely crushing it.”

Vicky smiled at the mention, then proceeded to recount everything that occurred at Avalon, from Alkim drinking the roofie to her confrontation with Hannah and giving security that ****’s picture. “I think that was really brave of you, standing up for Hannah like that, even when she wouldn’t believe you.”

“Thanks.”

“But next time, maybe don’t drink the ****. Or, if you do, we should just go straight home, yeah? Like, I appreciate that you didn’t want to ruin my night, but you had me really worried.”

“Yeah, I’m still a little curious how the benzos felt, but I can’t see myself doing that a second time. Was it hard getting me back to the house?”

“Boy, are you for real? Hell yeah it was hard! What are you, like, two-hundred pounds?”

“One-eighty-five, I think.”

“Damn, your body’s dense…” she mumbled, “I needed Kate’s help to get you in the Uber, and to your room.”

“Oh, shit.”

Usually, whenever a member of Alkim’s party passed out, he was more than capable of Samwise-carrying them home, but he’d failed to consider that the girls couldn’t do the same when he was the dead weight.

“Yeah, that was a fucking workout. Kate probably suffered double carrying your ass AND those giant tits of hers! Then Kate said we should both spend the night in your room to make sure you don’t **** to **** in your sleep. Scared the bejesus out of me.”

“Really? Huh. That’s actually a very good call from her.” Too bad we can’t all sleep together when we’re sober, and naked…

“Mhm. Was she still there when you woke up?”

“No, but she checked on me right after I got out of bed. Said she’s gonna work on that porn site of ours. Oh, did I throw up last night?”

“No, never, that’s the craziest part. And you had, like, a ton of drinks too.”

“Oh right, the extra flasks we hid in Kate’s boobs.”

“And the coke, and your weed pen.”

Alkim suddenly remembered his little experiment on producing less **** dehydrogenase. Technically speaking, it worked as intended, though perhaps a little too well. He scratched behind his head in a partial admission of responsibility, “In my defense, it was just supposed to be those three ****. I was ready for all that, just not benzos.”

They pulled up in front of the house, with the signs “FOR SALE,” and “OPEN HOUSE” marking the spot.

Vicky’s eyebrows furrowed. “Wait, are you meeting someone at an open house? Does she live there?”

“Uh, no, she’s just selling it.”

Vicky adjusted her glasses and read the signs, “Waaaaiiiit, Ania Davtyan? That’s our landlady! You’re going out with the landlady?!”

Damn, maybe I’m not as sober as I thought, or I would have remembered to lie.

“Not exactly going out with her. I ran into her the other week; she gave me her card and told me I should come here.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m guessing you never noticed the sign in our yard?”

“No? What sign?”

“The ‘for sale’ sign. She’s selling our house too.”

“No way!”

“Way. She’s not letting Kate renew the lease.”

“No! How much time do we have left?”

“Less than three months.”

“Shit!” She slapped both hands down on the steering wheel.

“I know, that’s kind of why I’m here. I’m trying to get us a better deal or see if she’ll let us lease another house.”

“What? Bitch, are you on crack? There’s no fucking way we can afford this place!”

“No, not a chance. At least, not at the market rate. But I think this is more of a quid-pro-quo situation.”

“What? I don’t know what that means.”

“Well, she also offered to give me a ‘private tour’ and said that if I can’t afford any of them we could ‘work something out.’” He paired that last phrase with air quotes, then pulled the card out of his wallet and handed it to Vicky. “So, I figured I should see what she’s offering.”

Vicky read the card and presumably noted the little hearts around Ania’s phone number.

“Oh my god. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

He checked his hair in the mirror, and began to get up, but Vicky stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Wait! Slow down a second! Shouldn’t we talk about this first?”

“Why? What’s there to say?”

“You don’t have to do this. I know we call each other whore, and slut, and whatever, but that doesn’t mean you have to whore yourself out for real. Seriously, we can figure out something else. Like, we could try another house or just get a big apartment together. Three months is more than enough time to find a new place.”

Alkim waved off her concerns. “Vicky, you know she’s super hot, right? That long black hair, snatched waist, that huuuge ass…” He traced an exaggerated hourglass figure with his hands. “I’d fuck her for free.”

She slapped his shoulder, “That’s not the point! Sex shouldn’t be an obligation! She’s using you! Don’t you see how fucked up that is?”

“Well, yeah, but I have to do something. I can’t let middle-class morals get in the way of doing the right thing. Please, don’t take this the wrong way, I know you’ve had to do stuff like this before-”

“Don’t say that! Please!”

“What?”

“I’d feel so fucking terrible if I got you into a situation like this.”

“Why would you think this is your fault?”

“Because I’m the one who invited you over to hang out at fucking slut house, and now you’re talking about sleeping with someone for money!”

“And that invite saved my ass, so will you just let me return the favor?”

Her head drooped. “I just don’t want to see you get taken advantage of like this.”

“I’ll be fine, Vicky, really. No one’s taking advantage of me.” Not anymore.

“What if it doesn’t stop at just one time, huh? What if she makes you do this over and over again, and you’re stuck on the hook?”

Right idea, wrong victim.

“Way ahead of you. If it ever comes to that, then we can just move out.” He checked his watch. “Shit, it’s five-o-clock. Gotta go now, thanks for the ride.”

“Okay... Just promise me you’ll call if you need me to come get you.”

“I promise I’ll call if I need you,” Fuck, what was the Korean word for big sis… “noona.”

“Awww!” She cooed and hugged him.

He patted her back and broke off the hug. “Welp, first time banging a MILF. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck…” she mumbled.

He got out of the car and walked to the front door, taking in the property as he did. It was a very nice house: two stories, two-car garage, nice bit of garden space.

Alkim turned around and saw Vicky was still parked there, waiting. He silently mouthed “Go home!” and waved her off. She caved and U-turned back towards home.

It was odd, having someone so concerned with his moral wellbeing. Part of him wanted to just explain to Vicky why he was so confident the negotiations would go his way, but that would have been far too much to dump on her now, or ever, really. Besides, if Vicky wanted to play the big sis, he saw no reason to take that from her.

He knocked on the door, and heard the characteristic click-clacking of high heeled shoes approaching from the other side.

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