Drink Up

Kate stood behind the make-up counter at Carrier’s Department Store in a crisp white smock, her plump face a professionally smiling, smoothly painted pallette of creams and colors as she held out a tray of samples.

"Fall’s best colors, Mrs. Deveneau," she called out as a woman in a dusty brown fur jacket strolled by, trying to hide the pomeranian she had tucked into her leopard-print bag. The woman rushed past, headed for housewares.

"Jane, this new slate blue is perfect for you," Kate tried again as a young mother approached the counter, an infant asleep in the stroller and a toddler tugging on her hand.

"Oh, Kate, that looks -" Jane started, then was interrupted by a squall from the baby. "Not today, sorry," she continued. "I’ll catch up with you later, Kate. Lunch maybe? Next week?"

Kate sighed and looked out through the crowds of strangers wandering past the entrance out into the mall. Familiar faces, some of them, yet there was something odd about it. A disconnect. A strangeness. She stood here and people looked at her, yet didn’t see her. Not the way he did, her lover, her husband.

"What’s a guy got to do to get service around here," a voice said, loud and demanding. Kate jumped.

"Dan! I was just thinking about you. Man, you look awful." His face was haggard, the knot of his pale blue tie with the little burgundy diamonds on it pulled down, his shoulders slumped inside the cheap navy blue jacket with fake brass buttons.

"I feel awful," he said loudly. "I need a drink."

Kate glanced around nervously. "Shh, Dan, the customers. You’re making a scene."

"You want a scene? I’ll tell you about a scene. Dugan’s office, my big meeting. Very nice, he says, good work Dan, but Carter’s idea edges you out, more cutting edge. Younger attitude. Attitude my ass."

"You didn’t get the promotion."

"No." He grabbed her wrist, pulled her towards the end of the counter. "I said I need a drink."

"Dan, no, my boss will kill me. You didn’t get fired, did you?"

He shook his head. "I don’t think she’ll kill you," he said, his grey eyes piercing hers with just a hint of smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Maybe she’ll spank you. Pull those nylon panties down around your thighs and paddle you with her clip board."

"Dan!" Kate’s eyes flew open and her face reddened. "What’s gotten into you?" she hissed in a stage whisper. "I gotta work, babe."

"Not until I get my drink," he said, raising his voice again.

"Okay, okay, stay here. Look, stay right here and I’ll tell Martha I’m taking a
break."

He pulled her to him and nuzzled her neck. "You sure you’ll be right back?"

She raised her manicured fingers and gently pushed him back with her palms; trying not to muss her flawless facade. "Dan, just... I’ll be right back." She felt his eyes on her as she threaded her way through stacks of turtlenecks and cardigans to the manager’s office.

She was back momentarily, a key dangling from her fingertips. "Follow me," she said.

"I’m hungry."

"I know, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just keep your voice down, will you?"

When they reached the hallway to the restrooms he stepped up beside her, wrapped his arm around her ample hips and pulled them against his own. She passed the ladies room, and then the utility closet, their footsteps clattering on the beige linoleum. Kate grimaced at the swipes of grey lines left by the mop, dark shadows under the glow of the florescent lights.

She stopped before a grey steel door marked Mother’s Lounge. Dan cleared his throat and slid his hand off her hip, down over the broad curve of her buttocks and then forward between her thighs.

"Wait until I get the door open, will you?" Kate admonished.

"No," he said coldly as the handle turned and the door swung inwards. He shoved his hand upwards roughly, propelling her into the small room. She reached for the light switch as he began tearing at the snaps on her smock. "I won’t wait. I need my drink. I need it now. Give it to me, Katie-mom. Take them out for me." His lips were at her throat, his hands pulling at the sleeves of her smock, yanking at the cuffs of her green swirled polyester blouse.

"Baby, you’re being a bad boy," she said, shoving him forcefully away from her.

"You need to go sit down over there." She pointed to the pink loveseat that sat next to the baby changing table; a donation to the store from a mother’s group in honor of Carrier’s breastfeeding-friendly employment policies.

"Take them out for me," he said again.

Kate folded her left arm over her breasts and looked stern. "Not until you sit down," she said. He pouted, and backed into the loveseat as she locked the door and hung her smock neatly over the handle. She turned back to face him, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. "You’ve pulled the button off my cuff," she said as the fabric slipped away from her arms and joined her smock on the door handle. "That was very naughty. But I still love you."

She sat down next to him and opened her arms. He turned around, and kicked his loafers to the ground as he folded his legs up and over the arm of the small sofa.

"Come to me, baby," she said, and he buried his face into the deep crevice between the stiff beige cups of her brassiere, lapping at the rich mounds of salty flesh.

"I know what you need," she whispered, and tugged one thick padded bra strap down from her shoulder. He grabbed at it urgently, yanking it down as she raised her elbow through it. Her enormous breast tumbled free into his waiting hands, a cry of glee escaping his throat as he plunged the big brown nipple deep into his mouth.

Kate leaned back and sighed as he began to suck, his warm hands wrapped around her heavy tit, stroking it instinctively. He made small whimpering sounds, and she knew he was tasting her first drops. "Feed me," he muttered, his mouth full of her swollen nubbly flesh.

Her full hot jugs began to tingle, and she knew she was about to let down in a rushing warm waterfall of milk. "Oh baby, here it comes," she said. "Milk me, Danny. Drink it up."

He moaned and slid his soft red lips further around her, patting her skin and swallowing hard as her milk pulsed in his mouth. Kate felt her right bra cup soaking through, and she struggled to pull her strap down without breaking the suction of Dan’s mouth. He pulled back to her nipple, his hands scrambling to help her, white creamy fluid seeping from the corners of his lips. Her nipple popped out and he smiled at the sensation, pressed the slippery knob between his lips and let it pop out again, and once more.

"Milky, milky titties," he mumbled. "Yes, give them to me Katie." He dove back onto her breast again, sucking the nipple hard, pressing it against the roof of his mouth and stroking it with firm lapping strokes of his tongue. His left hand slid sideways and grasped her dripping right nipple as he hummed his pleasure. Kate watched his face as the lines and the cares faded and the ache of her full breasts eased away into his intently content mouth. He began twisting her other nipple, its sweet creamy juice running over his fingers and soaking into the cuff of his shirt.

"Here, Danny, suck my other one baby," she whispered. He grunted his displeasure, not wanting to move. "Come on honey, you need to be fair, you know," she wheedled. "Suck my other titty baby, milk it for me. It’s aching for you."

He let go and launched himself over, not opening his eyes, not breaking the bond between their bodies for more than an instant. He mewed and burbled as her full right breast sprayed into his mouth at the touch of his tongue. He pinched her left nipple hard, and Kate gasped, reaching up her hands to pull his greying head even closer to her. He settled in for a long, rocking suckle, his right hand drifting now down to the bulging crotch of his suit pants.

Kate ran her left hand down the arm of his jacket, clucking her tongue at him.

"Now Danny baby, you can’t go playing all by yourself. You need Katie to help you, don’t you?"

He nodded his head and hummed agreement, not breaking his insistent sucking. Katie slid the tip of his brown leather belt out of its buckle, popped open the button of his trousers and then inched the zipper down over his white cotton shorts.

"There you are, now isn’t that better," she whispered in his fuzzy ear as his hand plunged inside his shorts. He nodded again, his head beginning to bob, tugging at her breast in rhythm to his hand’s broad strokes down the shaft of his cock.

"I’m going to see what you’re doing," Kate said, and he shrugged as she pushed down the waistband of his shorts, his short thick cock red and hot-looking clenched in his pale, pounding fist. Kate brought her hand to her mouth. She gave her fingertips a wet lick then grasped the stout swollen head of Dan’s penis, smiling as he shuddered.

"I think somebody wants to come for me," she said. "Do you want to come on up here and come on my titties? Let me squeeze you all warm and wet?"

He shook his head. "Pussy," he said through a mouthful of milk. "I need your pussy." He pulled back suddenly, wrapped his arms around her waist and shoved her around. "Pull your skirt up, Katie girl," he said. She tugged the snug fabric up over her hips as he wrestled her nylons and panties in the other direction, her flesh rolling out as the vice of the control-top fabric released its torturous grip.

She wobbled on her knees, her breasts hanging warm and drained over the back of the loveseat. She gripped the seat back and hoped that it wouldn’t tip over as she waited for Dan’s sweet little cock to plunge into her. She gasped when she felt his tongue instead, his soft fingers tugging at her vulva, poking through her folds searching for her clit. He reached around her thighs to the front and found it there as he buried his face in her lush pussy. "Oh baby," she moaned. "You’re still hungry for me, are you? Maybe I didn’t feed you good enough, honey."

He shoved his tongue forward and licked at her clit, and Katie felt the tingling in her breasts again. She grasped her nipples and pinched them hard between her thumb and forefinger as Dan began licking at her, long strokes of his warm tongue running from her slit back ever closer to her ass. "Oh Danny," she moaned. "You’ve never done that to me before." He ran his tongue in circles around her anus and she pushed back against him. Her milk was dripping into her palms. She reached back and wiped her wet hands on her ass, and Dan licked it up hungrily, then grabbed her right wrist and moved her hand to her cunt. "Rub it baby. Go on honey," he said as she hesitated. "Let’s do it together." He kneaded her thick buttocks and pushed them apart, then plunged his tongue deep into her cunt. His right thumb found her anus and pushed, and she rocked back again and again, humping it deeper inside with each grunting bump of her hips.

Her vulva swelled and her own pussy sucked greedily at her fingers as she drove them in deeper, the walls of her cunt pressing in, squeezing her as she began to come steadily and slowly, pulsing with unbearable pleasure over and over. "Danny," she cried. "You’ve never done it like this, baby."

He pulled his lips from her, pressed his hands down on her hips to stand, then rammed his cock into her still gently tensing slick slit. "That’s because," he said through gritted teeth between the hammer-pounding thrusts of his hips, you’ve never been done – by the new – regional – manager – before. Oh, Katie, I’m filling you up baby." He pushed hard and deep, rocking up on is toes to finish draining into her. He slumped back down to the seat and slapped her rump playfully.

She looked at him, her face flushed red. "You got the promotion," she said incredulously.

He nodded.

"You son of a bitch," she said, smiling widely. "Danny, I’m so proud of you. But what was all this then? You put me on, you bad boy."

"I just wanted to see if you’d still want me if I was a loser," he said.

"No man who marries me is a loser."

"You can say that again." He reached for her nipples, tugged a few drops of milk into his hands and groaned as he lifted them to his lips and licked his palms.

"Don’t start again," Kate said sternly. "I have to get back to work. Oh my goodness, the time, my boss is going to kill me."

"Spank you, you mean."

"You wish."

"Only if I could watch. But don’t run off. I’m thirsty."

Kate hastily tugged up her pantyhose and yanked her bra straps back on her shoulders. "Can’t you just go to a bar like other husbands?"

Dan stood and zipped his fly, then held Kate’s blouse out for her. "Headed there now," he said. "Finnegan’s. Boys are gathering for a little celebration for me."

"Sounds dangerous."

"I was hoping it might be," he said. Kate slapped his arm disapprovingly. "Actually I was hoping that some nice salesgirl might meet me there after her shift and try her best to pick me up. Know anyone interested?"

"That you should be so lucky."

"Oh baby," he said, deliberately smearing her red lipstick all around her carefully painted mouth. "I am. And don’t I know it."