The Milkman | Hand's On Assistance

Melitta was heading home, trying to cover her chest as she had realized earlier that it wasn’t anxiety that was making her chest hurt. She was at the market getting some groceries for her and Satin and felt a cool breeze on her torso, only to realize that it wasn’t sweat from how stuffy the store felt. Touching her shirt, she realized her milk had soaked through her bra and was now drenching the front of it. Grabbing a magazine, unaware of what the cover was, she grabbed her basket and rushed to the front of the store to check out and avoid eyes that may be watching her.

Unfortunately, she hit a firm chest that was covered in flannel on the way home. Large hands steadied her as a familiar baritone voice interrupted her thought, “whoa there. You may want to watch where you are going… Melitta?” She winced, thinking this was one of the last Moos she wanted to see in her state. Her smile was awkward as she shifted her groceries bags to cover her front, her breath catching as brushed against her sensitive breasts. Concerned, Toro reached out and gently touched her shoulder, “you okay? Looking a little flushed there.”

“Yeah!” She squeaked, trying to shimmy past the behemoth of a Moo. “Just uhh, wanting to get home to Satin! I feel so bad for leaving home all day, I want to get back before he makes a mess! Pets you know!” Melitta rambled, but Toro wasn’t buying it, leaning forward as he took in her scent of coffee, which was more potent. He didn’t see a coffee stain on her clothing as he realized she hadn’t milked herself today. Still, he wanted to make sure she got home okay. Taking his flannel shirt off, he draped it around her shoulders, leaving him in his wife beater.

“Why don’t we get you on home darling? Lead the way.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, making the flush on her face go another shade of pink. “You don’t have to do that! I can walk myself home! Plus you probably have something going on rather than be-” He held up a hand up politely. “I want to make sure you take care of yourself. The club can go on without me for a bit, now c’mon, I’ll make sure no one bothers you on the way there.”

True to his word, she had no choice but to let him walk with her, appreciating the company and maybe someone giving her a little attention, but she would never say it. He was respectful as he took her groceries for her to unlock her door to home. He carefully maneuvered his horns through her doorway and sat the bags on her kitchen table, noticing her place wasn’t completely filled yet, but was on its way from the little knick knacks and bookshelf filled with some thick tomes. Reading some of the titles, they sounded a bit raunchy. “Couch Melitta.”

He told her firmly as Satin, her Ribbon Kobon jumped up to join her. He knelt in front of her, “shirt and bra off, we’ll get that washed once we get you taken care of.” Seeing the hesitancy in her eyes, he reached behind her and placed a blanket around her shoulders. It covered her breasts to give her a sense of privacy. “Is there a pitcher you use or something to catch milk?” Toro didn’t see anything to put in it. “There is a glass one in the fridge. If you want, can you please go get it?”

She asked politely, her fingers were prying the wet fabric off her person while he went into the kitchen to find the pitcher. While he went to give her privacy, she threw the milk stained top and bra onto the floor as she cupped her mounds gently, hissing from even the slightest pressure. Milk leaked down her chest, down her stomach, and onto the edge of her jeans. She wasn’t sure she could go through with trying to do it herself. There was something she was neglecting and it was the milk flow, which there hadn’t been much until now.

“Need some assistance there darling?” Glass clinked against the wooden coffee table as he knelt in front of her, keeping his eyes on hers. Toro was still being serious about not pushing her until she was sure of what she wanted. “There ain’t no shame in asking and if you prefer if I give you some privacy to do so, that wouldn’t be a problem either. I just want to make sure you aren’t in too much pain.” Toro wanted to make sure she was okay emotionally and bodily. He watched her hands clasp the front of the blanket, clearing her throat.

“Please, can you help me?” Melitta asked quietly, the flush was back on her cheeks. The male Moo in front of her gave her a gentle smile, “I sure can. You just let me know when you want me to stop, okay? I have two methods to be a reliever.” Reaching for the pitcher, he gingerly placed it under right breast, his thumb caressing the side of her areola. When he pulled his hand back, he saw her milk already wetting it. “It’s all natural, there’s no shame in asking for help. Looks like you have a little more going on than normal.”

The glass was cold from being in the fridge as it touched her hide. Melitta shivered as Toro’s hand went back under the blanket to milk that breast. He was careful as he expressed milk from her, noticing the pained expression on her face. “I know sugar, I’m aware it hurts, but you are being so trusting in letting me help you.” Tension was leaving her face as the swelling in that breast went down. “That’s my good girl.” He praised her, knowing the other breast will need it, but if they hurt that bad…

When the milk had finally been emptied for now, he reached for her other breast. “One more to go and you should be feeling so much better after we are done. Do you need a break or do you want me to go on?” The pitcher was pretty full by now and it wasn’t normal for Melitta to produce that much. He placed the glass container on the table, “alright, I’m going to go into the kitchen to see if you have another pitcher since you filled that one up, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait!” Melitta reached out and grabbed his wrist, shocking them both with her behavior, she pulled back and stuttered. “I-I don’t have another pitcher for it, you’ll have to pour it down the sink.” Toro looked at her before shaking his head.

“We don’t have to do that, I have another idea if you are interested in hearing it darling.” This was going to be bold to ask her to trust him on this, but ever since the horn balm incident, he had been wanting to touch her and have her do the same to him. He wanted to help break that shy exterior.

“Ever since Milkmen’s I wanted to see if your scent matched the taste, if you are okay with it, I could use my mouth to help… express you further.” The room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop in the next door neighbor’s house. He could see she was thinking about it before adding, “but if you aren’t comfortable with that and you want to try getting the other one, I wouldn’t be offended. It’s all about you.” Toro encouraged, hoping he didn’t come off as a freak. But as soon as he saw her lift the blanket enough to fit his head under it, he waited for her to tell him it was okay.

“If you’re okay with it and see if it will help, I wouldn’t mind.” Her voice said sweetly and cautiously, not wanting to cross his boundaries as well. He didn’t say anything as maneuvered his head under the blanket and his lips latched onto her nipple, his tongue licking it as she gasped and gripped one of his horns while clutching the blanket. Still testing the waters, he barely suckled on it as her milk flowed into his mouth and the taste of coffee touched his taste buds.

He swallowed it and slowly built up to a steady rhythm, drinking as much as he could while hearing soft gasps and pants from the little Moo he was tasting from, which in turn was causing him to be turned on from her rubbing the sensitive skin between his horns and head and the sounds she was making. He was enjoying this Nirvana and may have to ask her if he could take some of her milk to enjoy with his breakfast in the morning. Save some Moonie from the Brewed for You cafe.

But like all good things, the swelling finally went down and milk flow stopped, he pulled away from her, making sure she saw him lick his lips. “You taste exactly like you smell. Delicious.” He praised her, standing up to shake the pins and needles he felt in his legs while hiding how aroused he had become. “How are you feeling now?” The flush on her face was still there, but she gave him a genuine smile, “better. Thank you for helping me, Toro.”

“You’re welcome. If you need any more assistance like that again, you know where to find me. But I have a favor to ask in return.”

Melitta cocked her head, adjusting the blanket around her as she got up from the couch. “I wouldn’t mind, you did a lot for me just then. All you have to do is ask” She went to grab the pitcher to place it in the fridge in her kitchen.

“Bending you over the arm of the couch while you make those noises again and grip my horns as I rut against you like I dreamed of.” Oof, intrusive thought. He shook his head while adjusting himself before she could return to the living room. Coughing, he felt full and a little sick from drinking all that milk in one go. “Yeah, maybe sometime, I could take some of your milk? Been trying to get off coffee because it keeps me up at night and I miss the taste of it.”

“That wouldn’t be a problem, here, let me see if I have any to-go cups you can use.” Leaving again, she returned with a to-go coffee cup with some of her milk. “Here you go, anything for my hero.” Toro took the cup, giving her a kiss on the cheek in a friendly gesture as pink dusted those cheeks once more. “I appreciate it darling, and don’t be afraid to come back to Milkmen’s if there is any book fantasy you want to act out. I’ll see myself out as you get some rest.” Toro winked at her as he left, shutting the door behind him.

Tossing her soaked clothing in the washer, she told Satin, “I think I made a new friend? You think Enzo would be interested in my progress or should I wait until I am sure Toro actually likes me?” The Kobon just yawned and curled up on his spot on the couch, falling asleep. “Some help you are, but you may have a good idea.” She yawned and stretched, moving the Kobon and placing him on her stomach as she settled on the couch for a nap, having dreams of dark Moo helping her in her time of need.