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It was late on Friday evening, and Tessa was looking for a hookup. She hadn’t had a partner in well over a year at this point, and she liked to have sex with random people on the weekends so as not to feel lonely if nothing else. Though not the same, it seemed to work okay for her. Tessa scrolled through her favorite dating app, looking for anyone interested. Lucky for her, she got a match just after opening the app.

It was a lady going by the name Mistress Mable. With a name like that, Tessa was sure she would be interested in a little weekend fun. Tessa shot her a message asking if she wanted to come over and “Chill.” She received a reply from Mable immediately. It seemed like she was down to come over, so Tessa sent her the address.

Tessa always got anxious waiting for hookups to come over, even after months and months of doing it. Something about the idea of meeting somebody new to do something intimate just felt odd. 45 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Tessa looked through the peephole to see a latex-clad dominatrix of a woman standing on the other side. Mable had arrived. 

Tessa opened the door and invited Mable inside. She was absolutely stunning. Her skin-tight, sleeveless body suit hugged her massive breasts and jiggled slightly with each step. She had dark hair and a slim physique that could have made any model jealous. Tessa started to get wet just thinking of the fun they might have. 

“Shall we head to the bedroom?” Tessa asked.

“Not, just yet,” said Mable with a smile. “Let’s go to the kitchen first.”

Tessa wasn’t sure what Mable had in mind in the kitchen. Maybe she had some sort of food kink, or then again, maybe she just wanted a glass of water. Tessa led Mable into the kitchen.

“Turn around,” instructed Mable.

“Okay…” said Tessa as she spun slowly around to face away from Mable.

As soon as she did this, Mable reached up and grabbed Tessa’s tits. She massaged them slowly, which felt nice and began to turn Tessa on. Then Mable’s hands began to glow with a soft blue light. At first, Tessa thought this must be some kind of trick or joke. How was she creating light from her hands? Mable did not slow down her groping of Tessa’s boobs, though. If anything, she sped up. 

That’s when Tessa’s boobs began to feel… odd. The massaging still felt nice for sure, but her boobs felt bigger somehow; heavier even. The sensation did not subside, and she noticed the increase in heft every time Mable let one of her tits go before resuming her groping session. Her tits were definitely getting larger, and as much as she was concerned, Tessa also didn’t want it to stop. Then they began to feel full and tight. This was unlike the previous sensation of weight but more like they were filling up with some kind of fluid. The pressure mounted, and it began to feel like they were about to burst, which momentarily took her out of the moment.

Just as Tessa was going to open her mouth to protest, the glowing in Mable’s hands ceased. Mable then reached up to Tessa’s nipples and gave them a hearty squeeze and tug. Immediately, jets of milk shot forth from Tessa’s nipples, giving her so much relief that her legs nearly buckled. Tessa orgasmed as Mable continued to milk her tits like some sort of human cow. Arcs of milk spattered onto the tile floor while Tessa moaned. Then Tessa grabbed her own tits and began to milk them, taking over the duty from Mable, who lowered her hands to Tessa’s waist, making sure she didn't fall over. 

Eventually, the streams of milk slowed to a stop, and Tessa regained her composure. She looked down at the small pond of milk that had developed at her feet and understood why Mable had taken her into the kitchen first. That had been amazing, and Tessa wondered what else Mable had in store for her before the night was through.