Preeti squeezed Simran’s hands again, her voice warm and reassuring.
“So whatever is happening… whoever is helping you… you need to know this is not wrong. You are not broken. You are not dirty. Your body is doing something beautiful and powerful. You are here to enjoy your life, Simran. Not to suffer in silence or feel ashamed. If this is giving you relief, if it’s making you feel good, even if it’s making you cum… then it’s okay. It’s more than okay. It’s natural.”
Simran sat there, tears still clinging to her lashes, but her expression had softened. The weight on her chest felt a little lighter.
Preeti smiled tenderly and brushed a strand of hair from Simran’s face.
“You don’t have to tell me who it is. That’s your secret Simran.”
There was a long, heavy pause.
Simran took a deep, shaky breath, looked into Preeti’s eyes, and whispered:
“I… I want to tell you, Preeti.”
Simran stared at the half-empty wine glass, her fingers trembling slightly around the stem. After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper and cracking with emotion.
“Preeti… I think I’m doing something wrong.”
Preeti immediately leaned closer, her hand tightening gently around Simran’s.
“Wrong? Baby, no. Whatever it is, it’s not wrong. Your body is producing milk. That’s not your fault. It’s happening. And you need relief. That’s all it is.”
Simran shook her head, tears welling up again.
“You don’t understand… it’s not just relief anymore. It feels too good. I keep needing it. And I… I let someone else do it. Someone I shouldn’t.”
Preeti stroked her arm soothingly, voice soft and full of love.
“Simran, listen to me. I’ve read so much about this. When a woman produces milk like you are, the breasts become incredibly sensitive. The sucking releases oxytocin — the same hormone that makes you feel close and aroused. It’s completely natural for it to feel pleasurable. Some women even have orgasms just from being suckled. It doesn’t make you bad. It makes you human. Your body is responding the way it’s supposed to. You are not doing anything wrong.”
She paused, then added gently, “And whoever is helping you… if they’re making you feel good while giving you relief, that’s a blessing, not a sin.”
Simran stayed silent for almost a full minute, tears slipping down her cheeks. Preeti waited patiently, holding her hand, letting her gather courage.
Finally, Simran took a deep, shaky breath and whispered:
“It’s Bhola.”
Preeti’s eyes widened slightly and she started blinking to register and digest what Simran just said, but there was no shock or judgment — only surprise and deep understanding.
“Bhola… your servant?”
Simran nodded, unable to look at her for a moment.
Then the whole story came pouring out.
She told Preeti everything, starting from the very beginning.
“It started on that stormy night when Ravi was stuck at the office. My breasts were so full it was unbearable. I tried using the manual pump… and it got horribly stuck on my right nipple. I was screaming in pain, panicking, completely alone. Bhola heard me and came running. He tried to help. He used an ice cube with honey to reduce the swelling, and then… he had to suck it out. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked until the milk started flowing again. That was the first time.”
Simran’s voice trembled as she continued.
“After that… it just kept happening. I needed it every few hours. The pump wasn’t enough anymore. It hurt too much. Bhola offered to help me whenever I needed it. And I… I let him. He’s been sucking my breasts almost every day now. Sometimes multiple times a day. He drinks from me like he’s starving. He empties me completely. And every single time… I cum. Hard. Sometimes just from his mouth on my tits. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)