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At 6 am, before the alarm goes off, I awaken slowly and sensually, aware of Jack's large hand stroking and pulling my nipple. We were sleeping "spooned" together, and I could feel Jack's large, very hard erection pressing against my ass while he teased my nipple. I arch my back, giving him better access to my breasts, and he responds by fingering both my nipples at the same time. I'm beginning to leak milk, and so I roll onto my back. My heavy, milk-swollen breasts are ready for their morning milking, and Jack complies by latching onto the closer one, licking and suckling. My milk lets down immediately, and I can feel it flooding into Jack's eager mouth. I stretch like a cat, savoring the exquisite sensations, and I know the morning is starting just the way I like it. Jack moves to my other breast, licking up the milk that is flowing unchecked. For a half hour, he alternates between my breasts, suckling gently but firmly. I'm not completely drained of milk yet, but it's a good start. He pulls me on top of him, impaling me on his big cock. My pussy is dripping with juice, and I moan with pleasure as he penetrates me. As I maneuver one tit into his mouth, I begin to rhythmically squeeze his tool with my pussy, in time with his sucking. We move together, and soon he begins to push harder, deeper into me, ready to shoot his morning load into my hungry pussy. His mouth on my tits and his throbbing cock push me over the edge, and we climax together. I keep him inside me as long as possible; when I finally slide off him, Jack's cock is still semi-erect, and his mouth is still latched onto a breast. Snuggling and stroking each other, we fall back into a half-sleep until the alarm goes off at 7:00.

We delay getting up for a while, basking in the afterglow that remains. My breasts, emptied of milk, are still tingling in the state of arousal that is almost permanent these days. As Jack kisses me, disentangles himself from our embrace and begins to arise to meet the day, I massage my tits, tweaking my hard nipples. With a little moan, I arise too and move off to the shower. Jack puts on his shorts and goes off to make breakfast while I luxuriate under the warm water, enjoying the sensation on my oh-so-sensitive breasts and plump belly. I love being Jack's little milk cow.

Emerging from the shower, I wrap myself in the fluffy, warm towel from the heated rack. Once dry, I apply lotion to my belly and breasts, using long, slow strokes, savoring my roundness. Moving back into the bedroom, I see that Jack has laid out what he wants me to wear today. I don't have to comply, but I always do. As our relationship has deepened, I have become increasingly submissive to Jack's wishes. I know he always has my best interests at heart, and I love feeling the control he exerts over even the little things, like what I wear. I'm working at home today, and Jack has picked out a soft cotton knit maternity dress. The bodice holds my breasts tightly enough that I don't have to wear a bra, and the empire waist and full skirt accentuates my rounded belly. I slip it on, gauging how much room is left for me to expand as my belly swells with Diane's babies. We're meeting with Diane and Steve on Saturday--tomorrow--and I am sure they'll agree to letting me be their surrogate.

I admire my reflection in the large mirror; in this dress I could definitely pass as several months pregnant. My tits have continued to blossom as my milk production has increased; at 42DDD, I'm larger than I had imagined I could be at the beginning of our milking adventure. I've also gained 35 pounds since I met Jack, and my belly and ass have grown, much to Jack's liking. My weight gain has stopped since my milk came in; as a matter of fact, Jack has to continue to feed me large fattening portions just to keep my weight stable. I'm giving about a quart of milk daily, spread over 5 or 6 milkings, and the amount of calories used in that production is enormous. Losing weight in order to become pregnant should be no problem with my milk output at this level.

Jack has breakfast ready when I emerge from the bedroom. I show off the new dress, and he shows his admiration by putting his arms around me and stroking my belly with both hands. "You feel as good as you look," he smiles, moving one hand around to cup my ass. I feel my nipples stiffen at his touch, and press against him, enjoying his erection.

"You make me feel amazing," I reply, enjoying the caress of his strong hands. Jack makes sure I eat enough to keep gaziantep escort my weight up: three delicious eggs scrambled with sour cream, rich muffins and bacon. And fruit: fresh mango this morning. I feel full about halfway through, but Jack encourages me to finish the plate he's prepared me while he massages my full belly.

Jack's day is busy; he's off to a remote site for his IT consulting today. Some days, when he's working from his regular office, he can linger, but today he needs leave earlier. I walk him to the door, admiring his tall, strong body in his black jeans and t-shirt. He turns to embrace me "I'll be home around 6," he says, kissing my neck. "Let's go out tonight." Giving me one last caress, he's out the door, and I'm off to my desk.

I check my emails, noting several emails that I'll respond to later today. Nothing too urgent. The adult breastfeeding website that we participate in can wait until I take a milking break; I find that I'm more inspired to write while I'm hooked up to the pump. My nipples tingle at the thought. Now to my research work; I stay focussed on that for over an hour until I begin to feel my milk filling my breasts. I work away for a bit longer, until I get to a good stopping point, save my work, and switch to the local ABF website. Time for my second milking of the day. Taking down the nursing flaps of my dress, I massage my heavy udders, feeling how much fuller they've become since breakfast. I marvel again at how big I've become, and how much I like it. Jack would love to see me grow much larger, through pregnancy or not. I'm looking forward to it.

When Jack's in his own office, we often have a video conference while I'm hooked up to the milking machine. Not today, alas. I decide to use the Chinese vibrating balls to further pleasure myself during my milking. Inserting them, I'm already wet, and I feel the low rumble in my pussy. Mmmm. I insert my udders into the milking cups, and switch the pump onto a speed that harmonizes with the balls in my pussy. The goal is to delay an orgasm for awhile, teasing myself until the milking's almost done. I lean back in my Aeron chair and give myself over to the exquisite sensations.

When I'm sated and my tits are emptied of their milky delight, I disconnect myself,store my milk in the fridge, and remove the Chinese balls. I drink water regularly throughout the day to prevent dehydration, and I now refill my water glass and resume working. I'll work for another hour before it's time for lunch.

Lunchtime and time for a break. I work out for 30 minutes on the treadmill in the corner of my office, then eat a pint of Ben