Stacy: Young, Pregnant, Broke, and Milky

Stacy, 18-years-old and pregnant, has fallen on hard times. Kicked out of her family home, she lost her job and is struggling to make money any way she can. At the local food pantry, she meets Brian, an older man of means with a specific fantasy. They can each offer the other what they need; it's all a question of how far they're willing to go.
A practical, pregnant girl in a bad situation meets a man with a lactation fantasy. The connection is immediate; for Stacy, it's far from the worst she's had to do to survive on her own. For Brian, it's an attempt to heal old hurts and find a much-needed connection to another person.
This story contains adult themes and graphic descriptions of sexual acts, including lactation, adult breast-feeding, consensual MF sex, and prostitution. It is intended for adult readers age 18 and older only.

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I pushed away my plate. It was as clean as could be without licking it.

"Care for dessert?" Brian asked with a smile. His own plate was half-finished. His eyes had stayed on me during the meal, but not in a freak-me-out kind of way. I mean, I knew he was horny for me, but I also got the feeling he had more on his mind than just boning a knocked-up teenager. Live the life I've had these past six months and you get good at reading people.

"Steak and dessert both? A lady could get used to treatment like this, Brian." I smiled at him, and didn't even need to pull up a fake one. I liked this guy, but he was maybe too smooth, like he had all the answers figured out before I asked the question.

I ordered red velvet cake, and had to keep from wolfing it down. Preggo hormones make for weird cravings. I wiped my mouth with the cloth napkin, then leaned forward, my elbows on the table.

"What's your game, Brian? What are you into? You got a preggo fetish?"

As I said, I was a practical girl. It wouldn't be the first time I'd had to use my condition to make some quick cash.

"No," he said, not at all embarrassed by my blunt directness. "But I do have a lactation fetish – or at least, I think I do. The idea has consumed me, really driving me crazy, you know? But I haven't gotten to experience it yet."

"So, that's why you were at the food pantry? To find a cow?"

"Exactly why," he chuckled, "though I don't think of you in those terms."

I sat back. This was a new one on me. "So, you want to see me lactate?" I asked. As a bit of an exhibitionist anyway, I'll admit I didn't hate the idea.

Brian shook his head. "No, Stacy. I want to suckle. I would like you to breast-feed me."