It didn’t matter what Pete said or how he tried to help her, Sage could not shake the grief that engulfed her. On Wednesday, she had been seventeen weeks pregnant and on Thursday, she wasn’t. Miscarriage, it was something that happened to many women. Its cruelty left Sage heartbroken.

Sage was thirty-two, lead singer and guitarist for a decent bar band managed by her best friend, Pete. She did not get pregnant as the result of a random drunken, late-night hookup after closing time. That would be too cliché. The moment of conception was approximately three-thirty in the afternoon, bent over the desk of a married club owner. They were both sober consenting adults, no excuses.

Pete always dealt with the club owners. Pete had an appointment that afternoon and so he asked Sage to cover the meeting. As Sage bent forward to sign the contract for the band’s upcoming gig, she didn’t stop the club owner, when he placed his hands on her Ass. She didn’t tell him to stop when he then reached around and slipped one hand down the front her jeans and the other hand up her shirt.

Sage briefly considered a condom as her panties slid to the floor, but instead she said, “Hey, don’t cum inside me.”

He said, “I won’t. I’ve already got two kids. I’m going to cum all over your pretty heart shaped Ass.”

Sage had just stopped taking the pill two months earlier, her monthly period had just ended. That was her safety zone, right? Who ovulates right after their period? The club owner did just as he said he would. He pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her Ass cheeks, then got down on his knees and licked her clean.

Sage never even considered needing plan B. Her only thought after they had Sex was to get home and jump into a steamy Shower.

Her doctor explained that while it’s rare, there’s a good chance he had live sperm in his pre-ejaculation fluid. Sage thought, What the fuck, I got pregnant from pre-cum?

When Sage told him that she was pregnant, the club owner got angry. He wanted no part of Sage or her band, ever again. He gave her money to “get rid of it.” Sage kept the money and used it to partially pay her new health insurance premium. She would keep her baby.

Her older Sister, Maggie was thrilled. A supermom with four children, she couldn’t wait to help out her kid Sister. Maggie cried for over an hour with Sage after getting the call that she would not get to be Aunt Maggie to her lost niece.

Pete and Sage have been best friends since pre-school. They even managed to stay best friends through the awkward middle school years. They started their first band in the ninth grade, playing covers of mostly old punk and classic rock.

Sage was always the tough one. She was fierce, loyal to her best friend, his sharp-witted protector. Pete was goofy, smart, always brainstorming new adventures, and he was kind. His quirky kindness always kept Sage close. He softened her weary cynicism.

They tried hard to be a couple during their junior year in high school. Even then, as young as they were, they realized that they loved each other too much to be romantically involved.

They did somehow end up losing their virginity to each other during the senior year ski trip. Sage thought it was nice that her first time was with someone so important to her. Pete thought it was Hot.

After high school, Pete worked at his dad’s neighborhood pub. Within a few years he took over the day-to-day responsibilities when his dad retired to Florida.

Pete never wavered in his belief in Sage. He found time to manage Sage’s second band. The all-girl rock band kept her busy through college, almost too busy, regionally touring. It took five years, but she managed to graduate with a communications degree.

After moving to Manhattan for a brief fling working for corporate America, Sage returned home. She took on dull temp office work, while Pete put together a new band. He managed the band and during wedding gigs he played keyboard. Sage was always the main attraction. Her lead vocals could break your heart or drive you on to the dance floor. Other band members came and went, it didn’t matter, her stage presence was magnetic.

Even as her belly started to pop with her growing baby, Sage and the band continued to draw a strong base of loyal fans, selling out the small local venues they played. Pete was moving the band towards larger clubs. The years of grinding work was beginning to pay off.

Everything crashed all at once. Sage suffered her miscarriage. The next day their drummer overdosed and went into rehab. Their newly married base player decided that he’d had enough. He enrolled in trade school to learn how to install solar panels.

After closing time, Sage and Pete were drinking beer and talking in Pete’s surprisingly cozy, but spacious apartment above the pub. They weren’t sure of what they would do next. They both mourned the baby they would never meet.

“Don’t worry, you can help me out here while we figure out next steps. You’ll make decent tips behind the bar.”

“I’m thirty-two Pete. I want to start singing my own songs. I can’t keep doing covers.”

“You have to be patient. You have to give your body a chance to recover. Why is the front of your shirt all wet?”

Sage put down her beer, “Oh fuck. I forgot that my milk would come in.”

“That’s breast milk?”

“Yeah, dumbass, what do you think happens to a woman when her body instinctively knows that a baby is no longer inside her?”

“Can I taste?”

“What!”

“Please let me taste.”

“Pete, don’t. That’s not funny. I know that you didn’t think that I ready to be a mother, but I really wanted my baby.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be insensitive. I’ve always been curious about lactation. It’s so erotic.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Come on Sage. Let me taste, it’s not like I’ve never seen your tits.”

Sage lifted her shirt to reveal her massive breasts. The front of her bra was wet. Sage reached behind to unclasp the bra hooks. Her bra dropped to the floor.

Pete said, “My god! You are gorgeous. You’re like double your normal size.”

“Shut up Pete. Make yourself useful and massage my breasts, they ache.”

Pete said, “Come over here and sit on my lap.”

She walked over to his big leather recliner and straddled him, her full leaking breasts in his face.

She said, “I think it’s ok to apply some pressure to my nipples.”

When Pete cupped her breasts, he was awed by how round and hard they were. He massaged and squeezed, using both of his hands, breast milk shot out of her nipples in a stream. Pete lifted her breast to his lips, kissed her nipple, and then sucked. Sage let out a low moan.

Pete said, “Am I hurting you?”

“No, it feels good. It’s like my body needed this.”

“You taste so sweet. It’s no wonder babies get so fat from mother’s milk.”

“Shut up Pete.”

Sage and Pete were quiet for the next fifteen minutes as he suckled on her tit. Halfway through, he turned and switched over to Sage’s other breast. Silent tears of grief flowed, though Sage had to admit, her body felt much better as Pete suckled. It felt healing.

When she reached down to remove her swollen tit from his mouth, Pete kissed Sage.

He said, “Thank you. That was an awesome experience. I know you think I’m crazy but it’s so erotic. Adult breastfeeding is a kink I’ve always wanted to try.”

Sage felt Pete hard cock beneath her and shifted up off of his lap.

“I hate to tell you this, because you’re insane, but it felt amazing. Like my body was meant to feed you.”

“Sleep here tonight. I want to talk to you about something tomorrow. It’s inappropriate, but when has that ever stopped us?”

“Now what? What’s more inappropriate than what we just did?”

“I think it’s best to wait and have this conversation in the morning.”

“Come on Pete, just spit it out.”

“While we’re in between gigs, would you consider selling sessions of breastfeeding?”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“When I was lost in your milky tits, the idea popped into my head. People will pay for this. Sage, all your financial worries could be behind you in less than a month.”

“That’s gross. It’s exploiting the loss of my baby.”

“It’s not gross. It was amazing. I’m not exploiting you. We’ll make a promo video of what we just did, only you’ll wear something Hot, low cut, no bra. You can wear a Mardi Gras mask for privacy. I’ll post an online ad. This will give us a cushion while we work out your solo act.”

“I’m tired. I’m going home. You’re so fucked up. You don’t even get that you just described exploitation.”

“Think about it. I’ll set everything up, just like I do for the band. You just show up.”

“Yeah, just show up as your cash cow. What’s your take?”

“Twenty percent as usual.”

“No way. This is all about my tits.”

“How about fifteen?”

“Absolutely not! If I consider this, don’t think that you’ll get anything more than a ten percent cut.”

“Hey, don’t get angry. Think about it. If it’s something you want to try, I’ll make it happen. I guarantee, you will make enough money in one month to pay three months’ worth of bills.”

“What makes you so sure that guys will pay for this?”

“Don’t you ever watch Porn? Not just guys, ladies too, Adult breastfeeding is a huge Fetish. I’m going in the Shower to take care of this boner. Go home, sleep on it and let me know what you think in the morning.”

Sage lived only a block away and during her walk home she seriously considered Pete’s silly scheme. As she entered her small basement studio apartment, she was confronted by past due bills, piled high on her bed side table. She could call the temp agency and hope they assigned her boring office work, or she could sell her breastmilk to kinky folks looking to get off by fulfilling their Adult breastfeeding fantasy.

Sage crashed and fitfully dreamed of crying babies.

Early the next morning Sage pounded on Pete’s door. “Let me in you bastard.”

“What the hell is going on! Sage? It’s not even seven.”

“Milk is pouring out of me. Help! I don’t know what to do.”

“Calm down. Didn’t you read any of the pamphlets the doctor gave you?”

Pete took hold of Sage’s hand and guided her to his bed. She sat propped up against pillows while Pete took off her shirt and bra. Pete lifted her breast to his lips and took her tit in his mouth. She jumped as he latched on. He used his other hand to massage her hard leaky breast.

He said, “If you want to continue this, I am happy to help manage your milk or we can buy you a pump and breast pads. From what I read online, your milk will dry up if you don’t express it. Your body knows how much it needs to produce.”

“If I agree to a trial run of your grand scheme, I stop, when I decide that I’m done. You don’t get a say.”

“I agree to that. What if guys want to jack off while they suck?”

“Ugh!”

“Look at me Sage, I have no control. I’ve got a massive hard on right now. It feels like I’m going to cum without even touching my cock. Face it, you have to expect that guys are going to get hard sucking on your tits.”

“No cum. I’m not touching any cock. They can jack with their own hand, but if they cum, they pay double.”

“What about the ladies? Are you open to women?”

“I doubt a woman would pay to suck on my tits.”

“If a woman wants to?”

“Sure. At least I won’t have to deal with a hard on.”

“How much should we charge?”

“What do you think?”

“Let’s start with one hundred for half an hour and two hundred if they want to spend an hour with you.”

“That seems kinda steep.”

“You’re worth every penny.”

“I’m not doing back-to-back sessions. My tits won’t be able to take that.”

“Absolutely no back-to-back.”

“Pete, I don’t think that I’m strong enough to let strangers touch me.”

“You are the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”

Pete continued, “I’ll take all the junk out of the guest room and fix it up nice. I’ll schedule the sessions to take place right here. We’ll modify the existing a security system and add in a panic button alarm. If anyone freaks you out, at any time, just press the alarm and Jimmy and I will be up in less than a minute.”

Jimmy was the pub’s bouncer. In his past life, he had been a semi-pro boxer and an Army ranger. Jimmy looked terrifying but he was the gentlest person Sage knew.

Sage went home and packed a bag. She changed into a lacy low cut V-neck eggplant colored negligee with matching satin robe while Pete set up the video camera on the tripod. They both wore Mardi Gras masks. Pete decided it would be best that he stay fully clothed, his head in her lap as he breastfed. They got their final promo video in three takes.

“Pete, I swear I’ll kill you if this ruins my chance at a solo career. Singing is all I have left.”

“You’ll always have me. What name should we use to promote this thing? I’m thinking Tasty Tina.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Come on. Tasty Tina’s Tantalizing Tits.”

“You’re ridiculous!”

“We’re not offering the service as Sad Sage’s Suckle.”

“Oh my god seriously, how could I possibly stand you for all of these years?”

“You will always Love me, admit it.”

“Shut up Pete.”

Pete was right, Adult breastfeeding is a popular Fetish. Their video got over twenty thousand views the first day it was up. Pete posted it on several Porn sites and opened up conversations in multiple Adult chat rooms to gauge interest in Adult breastfeeding. He was surprised that he got mostly positive feedback. He heard back from a couple of weirdos but mostly from regular guys with very specific lactation kinks.

Sage had her first client meeting within three days of the video post. He was a local widower in his late sixties, a pub regular, Bill. Sage almost backed out, it was too strange that she knew Bill, but dressed in her negligee and Mardi Gras mask, she welcomed him into the guestroom.

Sage had jitters, the same feeling she felt every time, right before she stepped on stage. Once she started to sing, the nerves faded away. Sage hoped the same thing would happen once she got through her first performance as Tasty Tina.

Pete had cleared all of the band’s old equipment out of his guestroom and painted the walls a shade of pale pink with white accents. He added a queen size bed, white eyelet bedding, and new recliner. The lighting was soft with quiet music streaming from a small Bluetooth speaker. The space was warm and welcoming.

Bill said, “Mistress Tina, would it be ok if I lie down on the bed?”

Sage wondered, does Bill really not know it’s me? She said, “Of course, feel Free to get comfortable.”

He said, “Don’t worry. I understand the rules. I’ll keep my penis in my pants.”

Sage sat up with her back against a pile of pillows and cradled his head in her lap. She lifted her breast out of the lacy V-neck of the negligee and brought it to Bill’s lips. He was so gentle as he began to suck.

Bill teared up when he said, “It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman’s breast in my mouth. You taste like honey.”

It took Bill a few more minutes to settle in before his sucking turned vigorous. Bill’s hard on bulge was clearly visible, straining against the front of his jeans. Milk flowed, her entire body pulsated. Sage couldn’t believe how physically aroused she was. There was an unexpected jolt of pleasure building deep within her Pussy. She was grateful when the melodic alarm went off, alerting them that the half hour session was quickly coming to a close.

“Mistress Tina, you’ve made this Horny old man very happy. I hope to see you again very soon.”

Business continued to build for Tasty Tina’s Tantalizing Tits as well as grow revenue for Pete’s sleepy pub. Over the weeks, Pete’s waitstaff benefitted from the extra foot traffic. Most of Tina’s clients stayed for a drink after their session and dropped in on nights they didn’t have an appointment to play darts and socialize. If any of them knew that Tina was actually Sage, no one ever said anything to her when Sage relaxed alone at the bar.

It was Pete’s posting of the promo video on an Adult chat site for lesbians, that changed everything for Sage.

“I booked your first session with a woman, it’s with two ladies at the same time. That’s so Hot! They will pay five hundred for an hour. Are you good with this?”

“It’s fine. What do I care? I feel like a big cow. My tits are massive. I can’t keep this up for much longer.”

“Honestly, you look more beautiful than you ever have in your entire life.”

Pete hugged Sage. “I’m so sorry that you lost your baby. Someday you are going to be a stunning MILF.”

“Shut up Pete.”

Sage was seated in the recliner when Jimmy brought in the two ladies. They were flirting with him. Sage couldn’t hear what they said, but Jimmy blushed as he left the room. The women sat next to each other, giggling, holding hands at the end of the bed.

The younger woman said, “I’m Carla. This is my part time girlfriend April. April has led a very vanilla life for most of her years. Now she is making up for lost time with gusto. She is curious about everything. When we saw your video, she mentioned how lovely it was. I saw that you were local and I just had to schedule an appointment. I’ve been a dyke all my life but touching another woman’s body is still a new experience for April. I thought she’d get a kick out of this.”

April said, “Carla, I don’t think that Tina is interested in our resume’s.”

Carla laughed. “You’re right honey. Tina, we saw that there’s policy regarding cock and cum, but what about Pussy? Would it be ok, if I go down on April while she is sucking on your tits?”

Sage was surprised that she found herself instantly attracted to these two women. Carla was about a decade younger than the more mature April. April was sensual, light pretty eyes, long wavy gray hair, full on curvy, with big tits and a nice thick Ass. Carla was petite, short highlighted blond hair, athletic, sexy chocolate brown eyes, feisty.

Sage felt excited tension when she said, “My name is Sage. My friend Pete made up the name Tina.”

They both replied in unison, “Very nice to meet you, Sage.”

Carla said, “Would you mind if we strip down a bit? I like to really get into it with April. She’s a squirter.”

“Carla!”

“Well, it’s true and you know it. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Sage said, “Please make yourselves at home ladies. Wear whatever you’re comfortable in. I’ll join you on the bed. Feel Free to do whatever you want to do to each other.”

They both undressed to their undergarments. Lovely lacy bras and panties. April in black lace. Carla in light blue lace.

Sage got in her standard position, sitting upright against a pile of pillows at the headboard.

April asked, “Would you feel more comfortable if you lay down on your side? Would it be ok if I kiss you, Sage?”

“Oh. I’m not gay.”

“That’s ok, I’m not gay. Carla is totally gay. I’m bisexual. I adore men, especially when they look like your big yummy bouncer. I’ve just recently discovered that a woman’s body is a delight to explore.”

Sage said, “Oh, ahh then, yeah, it’s ok to kiss me.”

April softly kissed Sage directly on her lips. Sage was struck by a tingling sensation swirling through her body. This kiss felt so different.

Carla moved between April’s legs. April’s cheeks flushed bright red, “Carla, you know just what to do to drive me wild!”

April continued to plant soft kisses down Sage’s neck as she opened her legs wider for Carla.

Sage was conflicted but deeply aroused by the unfolding situation. Would she lay back and watch them or would these sexy women invite her to do more than breastfeed? Did she want to join in? Was she violating her own code of conduct rules in the business plan that she wrote?

Kissing April felt so good. Sage had never kissed a woman before. Sage enjoyed the sensation. She wanted April’s kisses to continue. She wanted to feel more.