Cafe au Lait

>You climb the steps up out of the subway station
>It's passed midnight, you've just finished a shift, and you really need a cup of coffee and a bite to eat
>You walk up the block and come to an all night diner on the corner
>You go inside, the tinkling of the bell mounted on the door bringing out the proprietor, a Holstaurus
>She smiles when she sees you and tells you to sit anywhere you like, she'll take your order in just a minute
>She's the only other person in here tonight, so you take a seat at the counter and begin idly flipping through a newspaper someone left on the seat next to you
>You look up when the Holstaurus returns, pad and pen in hand, to take your order. You take note of her full, curvaceous figure and her huge, rounded breasts
>You ask her what she'd recommend, she puts her hand to her chin in thought, unintentionally pushing her ample bosom out further, and you're so distracted by the sight that whatever she's suggesting goes in one ear and out the other
>A bit unbalanced, you agree to her suggestion and hope whatever you just ordered isn't too expensive
>She returns in a few minutes with a cafe au lait and a pastry
>Her skin is a bit flushed and she glances at you apprehensively as she sets them down in front of you
>She disappears back into the kitchen, leaving you to eat
>Your drink is unusually delicious, much moreso than you'd ever expect a simple cup of coffee with milk in it to be
>You feel as though you're being watched as you eat, and every once in a while you see a flicker of movement from the door leading to the kitchen
>The Holstaurus eventually returns, looking a bit more collected, and begins chatting with you while you eat
>It's a pleasant conversation, but eventually you have to head home
>You excuse yourself, but promise to come back sometime, commenting that the cafe au lait was the best you've ever had
>The Holstaurus smiles broadly at this, maybe a bit too broadly. As you leave, you can't help but think that her smile was a bit...dirty

>The diner becomes your regular after-work destination. It's always empty except for you and The Holstaurus who works the counter
>Despite usually taking your coffee black, you almost always order cafe au lait when you eat here
>The Holstaurus always seems a bit happier to take your order than a such a low-cost choice should warrent, but her company is pleasant enough once she comes back from doing whatever it is she does in the kitchen after bringing you your drink
>One night, after she brings out your drink, you ask her just what the secret is
>She becomes extremely nervous and somewhat defensive, and stammeringly assures you that it's a completely ordinary cafe au lait
>She babbles out something about having left the burner on and runs back to the kitchen, wobbly at the knees, her hooves clattering on the linoleum like tap shoes.
>Concerned by her odd behavior, you follow her into the back
>You come to the kitchen's prep area and notice an electric breast pump, the kind that lactating mothers would use to save their milk for later, sitting on the counter next to a half full bottle of milk
>It abruptly hits you that she's been sneaking her own breast milk into your food. That's why the coffee is so good
>The Holstaurus comes rushing in from the employee locker area, a case that looks to be about the right size for the pump on the counter in hand
>She stops dead when she sees you. Tears well up in her eyes

>She begs you not to tell the health department. What she's been doing is against the rules
>It had never even occurred to you to do that. Regulations be damned, she and her milk were clean enough for you
>You pat her head, your efforts somewhat frustrated by her horns, and assure her that you wouldn't do any such thing
>She fidgets with her fingers, looking up at you like a child caught misbehaving, and asks you if you're angry with her
>You answer with a question of your own: Why would you be angry with her?
>She explains how she's desperately wanted someone to drink her milk for a long time, but everyone she met seemed weirded out by the idea and refused
>You tell her that its their loss, and that you wish she had told you earlier where the milk was coming from
>She suddenly pushes you against the wall, rambling out a confession of love as she undoes her apron
>Her milk-swollen breasts flop out heavily as she removes her bra, rich cream already dribbling from her nipples
>She wraps her arms around your head and pulls your face down to her pillowy chest, imploring you to drink from her
>You comply, wrapping your lips around one of her nipples and taking a long, slow drink. Hot milk flows into your mouth, its taste even more irresistible now that it's unfettered by coffee
>She moans at the sensation, making a sound suspiciously similar to a moo. You'd laugh if your mouth wasn't currently stuffed with her pliant mammary flesh
>She pulls herself away from you abruptly, dropping down to her knees and fiddling with the zipper of your pants
>"I want a drink too"

>She deftly pulls your pants down, your already erect cock bouncing out to bop her on the nose
>She giggles and sucks your crown into her mouth, while her hands squeeze her mountainous breasts together, her fingers mercilessly pulling at her nipples, causing milk to splatter on your legs and drip down onto her uniform
>Straightening her back slightly, she pushes her tits up to engulf your shaft in silken-skinned softness, keeping your swollen glans firmly locked inside her lips
>She begins rocking back and forth along your length, the milk dribbling out to coat her chest lubricating her skin and ensuring that you can feel every inch of her bountiful bosoms
>She pulls your cockhead into her mouth and flicks her tongue across it with every forward thrust, letting it slip back out with an audible pop on the return stroke
>You worry about gagging her, but the intoxicating combination of her milk-slick breasts and hot, greedy mouth overpower reason and you begin thrusting in time with her
>She seems delighted by your enthusiasm and pulls her head closer to her chest, keeping the tip of your manhood in her mouth at all times as you hammer into her cleavage
>Her soft, dark eyes stare up into yours, conveying her overwhelming desire
>You desperately try to contain yourself, to make the pleasure last longer, but her skill and ferocity leave you no choice in the matter. The intense suction on your head as she hollows her cheeks forces you to cum
>You clench your teeth and groan as thick wads of semen rush out of your loins to flood her mouth

>She continues to bore her eyes into yours as she sucks every last drop of cum from your urethra
>Eventually, she lets your softening member out of her mouth and sighs contentedly
>She stands up, nearly slipping in the puddle of milk that formed underneath her during your tryst
>She examines herself and the floor, laughing sheepishly at the milky wreck she's made of herself and the kitchen
>Pulling a stack of towels from the rack against the wall, she goes about drying the both of you and cleaning up the floor
>Once you're both cleaned up, she says she's going to close up shop early, since you're the only one who ever stops in this late
>You wait for her outside while she hastily runs through the closing time procedures and hurries out the door to join you
>Walking down the street, she admits that she was about to quit when you first came in, the loneliness of the graveyard shift more than she could bear
>She hooks her arm around yours and snuggles closer to you as you walk, and says that she might just work there forever now

>You arrive at your apartment. The Holstaurus tells you that her's is a few blocks further, and idly mentions that she wishes it wasn't such a long walk to work
>Not really thinking, you suggest that she could stay with you, disregarding how fast things are moving between you two
>Her eyes light up as the words leave your mouth
>She wraps you up in a bear hug, her enormous breasts pressing against you
>You feel two wet spots form on your shirt
>She lets go of you and looks up at you, that same filthy grin from when she first served you on her face
>She turns slightly to let the light from the streetlamps play across her body giving you good look at her hard, milky nipples poking out through her blouse
>You grab her hand and lead her up the steps to your apartment
>Sleep can wait

>As soon as the door swings shut she's on you, a seething mass of pent up lust as she tries to kiss you and tear both of you out of your clothes at the same time
>You reciprocate her kisses as you guide her to the bed, leaving a trail of crumpled clothing along the way
>She pushes you down onto the mattress, entwining her fingers with yours as she climbs up on top of you
>Milk dribbles down her rock-hard nipples and clear love juice drips from her slit to wet your hardening cock
>She leans in and locks you into a kiss, pulling your tongue into her mouth. Her tits crush against your chest, forcing more of her rich milk from them
>The combined assault of her breasts and her unbearably hot mouth bring you to full mast, your cock poking at her eager entrance
>She smiles against your mouth, then shifts backward to hilt herself in one go, enveloping your manhood in her slippery warmth
>Too hot and bothered to build a rhythm, she begins wildly riding you, her mountainous tits bouncing in time with her, splattering the head board with droplets of milk
>You rise up and lock your mouth around of her nipples, gulping down the thick cream that flows from it
>She cries out, the pleasurable sensations assailing her pussy and breasts at the same time more than she can contain
>You continue to drink from her, intensifying your suction, and she responds by frantically increasing her pace, her hips mashing almost painfully against yours
>You reach up to grip her neglected breast with one hand and gently pull her tail with the other
>That finally pushes her over the edge. She slams herself down onto your cock as far as she can, her feminine folds convulsing around you as she further soaks the already wet bed with a protracted orgasm

>The feeling of her riding out her climax on top of you causes you to reach your own, thick ropes of alabaster affection exploding from your shaft to fill her quivering snatch
>Exhausted, she pulls herself off of you and flops down next to you, panting. She slides her hand over the sheets to rest it on yours
>You'd like nothing more than to fall asleep right now, holding her squeezabley soft body to yours, but you realize that the milk and love-fluid saturated mattress isn't a good place to do so
>Forcing yourself to stand, you lift The Holstaurus up and carry her to the couch, tucking a cushion under her head. She smiles drowsily and spreads her arms, inviting you to join her
>You retrieve a spare blanket from the closet, lie down in her gentle embrace, and bundle the both of you up for a well-earned rest
>The next morning you're awoken by the sound of ceramic and glass clattering about and faint gasps of pleasure
>You walk into your tiny kitchen to see your new lover preparing the cafe au lait that won you over in the first place, gently squeezing a stream of milk from her breast into the waiting mug
>You thank her and take a long drink to clear your sleep fogged head
>She blushes with happiness as she watches you drink her milk
>As you finish your coffee, she shyley brings up your invitation to stay, and asks just how long you meant
>You lovingly tell her that she can stay for as long as she wants
>She wraps you up into another one of her breast-pressing hugs, grinning.
>You never have to buy milk again for the rest of your life