Milking the System

Amie Heights

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Amie Heights, please do not reproduce illegally.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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Amy looked down at the two men sucking on her breasts. Had anyone asked her this morning what her plans were today, she would have never guessed that she was going to be letting two adult men nurse from her.

Her day had started out like every other; she had woken up, got ready, and started to fiddle around on the Internet. Amy had been living a pretty sweet life; she was collecting unemployment benefits, disability, child support, and food stamps all at the same time, and wouldn't need to get a job for at least another year at this rate.

Scrolling through her Facebook and email, she looked to see if any of her friends had plans for tonight. She had just got a benefit check as was looking for a way to blow it through tonight.

As she composed a message to one of her wilder friends, her email notification box popped up.

"Huh," she said. This wasn't coming into her social email address, but the one she used for official business like benefits and bank accounts.

It was titled "Urgent, response required or a decision will be based on available information."

"Oh fuck, more bullshit to deal with," she said to herself as she clicked to open it. She scanned it quickly at first, and then re-read it slowly making sure she understood.

She had been served notice, and would have to attend a reassessment today if she was going to keep her benefits. It was already after 8:00 am so she was going to need to hurry if she wanted to make it to the meeting at 10:00.

She printed the email and tucked it into her purse before changing out of her pajamas and into what she liked to call her "interview clothes."

She hasn't gone on a job interview since she found out it was easier to let other people work, while she just collected every penny she could from the programs available to a single mom. And there were a lot of them.

She had given birth a few months ago, and the baby was staying this week with his good for nothing father. She knew that the baby took to the bottle easily so she wasn't worried, as long as she kept her milk up until he was brought back.

She had been very careful to make sure that the father didn't have the baby enough time so that her chilk support payment would be reduced, she had always been shrewd like that and now it was paying off.

After checking herself in the mirror one last time, Amy headed out to her car. It wasn't technically hers, really. The man who leased it for her better keep making the payments if he wanted his wife to remain ignorant of the time they had hooked up. There was no way she could afford it on her own; there was only so much she could take in benefits without raising suspicions.

Amy felt a cold chill in her stomach, was that was the meeting today was about? Was her gravy train coming to an end? Would she, horrors of horrors, have to get a job and work like a regular person?

Amy decided that no matter what, she wasn't going to let that happen to her. She was better than that, other people worked so she didn't have to.

Amy got in her car but left the top up since it was still a little cold this early in the morning. One of the things she had insisted her car bribe be is a convertible; the other was that it was red. She had gotten both of course, it's not like he had any choice.

Amy checked her phone as she made her way to the department of human services office. She had received a text from her friend Alex, asking about her plans tonight. She wasn't sure since it would depend on what this meeting was about so she drove with one hand as she tapped in her response. "Busy now - will let you know soon"

As she hit send, a car cut her off, the driver flipping her the bird as he went past. People could really be such assholes sometimes.

She was hoping that she could wrap this up quick, so sped up to about twenty over the limit to make up some time.

After finding a handicap parking spot, she pulled out the photocopied permit she kept hidden in her glove box, hooked it to the rear view mirror, and headed inside.

"Oh, fuck this shit," she said when she saw the glut of people already waiting there.

"These losers need to get jobs and the Hell out of my way," she mumbled to herself before getting in line behind a fat woman who was surrounded by three screaming children.

Surprisingly the public workers were not that incompetent and the line moved quickly. The fat woman in front of her simply had to be given a stack of forms before finally taking her little noisemakers away.

Amy pulled the printed email from her purse and sat it down on the counter.

"I got this, says I have a meeting," she said. The woman, a round black lady with an obvious wig, took the letter and skimmed it over.

"You have an investigation, dear," she said, eyeing Amy hard now. Amy's heart sank. An investigation was the last thing she needed. She guessed someone must have tipped them off, and mentally ran through the list of people in her head who might have ratted her out.

"Investigation?" She asked, innocently. "but, what on earth for?"

"I'm sure you will find out before I do," the woman replied.

"Huh?" Any asked, flustered.

"I don't want to scare you or anything," she said, leaning forward and whispering. "But two of the state big wigs are here today, and they don't leave the main office unless it’s a big deal." She handed the email back to Amy and pointed to the stairs.

"Up the stairs, all the way down the hallway, room 207." The woman almost gave Amy a sympathetic smile before turning her attention to the next person in the line.

Amy felt like she was going to the gallows as she pushed through the people to the stairwell. She trudged up the stairs, her head down. This was a disaster. She had always tried to cover her traces but there might have been a loose end or two she had missed.

She considered simply walking away, getting in her car, and going home. As soon as she had that thought she discarded it. If she didn't go in, she knew the scam was done. She had to at least try to lie her way out of it.

Standing in front of the door, Amy considered what to do next. Should she knock or just let herself in? She tried to think of what an innocent person would do and decided to go for it. Opening the door wide she strode purposely into the room.

"Good morning, Ms. Myers," said one of the men who was already sitting down on the far side of the large wooden desk.

"Why don't you have a seat," said the second man, gesturing with an open palm to the third chair in the room.

"Will this take very long?" She asked, taking the seat and crossing her legs smartly. Amy tried to take in every detail. Any piece of information might be helpful for this bluff.

"It will take as long as it takes, its really going to be up to you," he said.

The first man was wearing a charcoal grey suit with a black shirt and a bright yellow tie. Amy had to admit he was a lot more handsome than she expected a civil servant to be. As she watched him he took off a pair of reading glasses and put them into a leather case on the desk. He was about forty, she guessed, and looked powerful. Not just in the body, but this was a man who was used to having power over other people.

Amy knew the best way to handle men like that; to lower her eyes and to pretend like he was her Lord and master. Men like that didn't like it when people thought they had any control at all, and she was willing to grovel a bit if it put her on his good side.

The second man was tall and fit. He looked like a basketball player instead of an office cubical dweller. He had nice hair, a bit long in the front, and he brushed it out of his eyes as he studied her.

Amy knew his type too, probably played spots in college, married his sweetheart, and ended up in a cushy government job. He would be a Hell of a lot easier to trick than the first one, but she would still be on guard for any deception on his part. The first man stood up to introduce them.

"My name is Brendan Edwards, and my colleague is James Grayson." She nodded. Brendan opened a large folder and took out several papers.

"I don't suppose you would be willing to just sign a confession and save a few steps, would you?" He looked at her openly.

"Not a chance, well, I mean, I don't have anything to confess to," she stammered. Damn these men, she felt herself about to cry.

James took out several photographs from another folder and sat them on the desk.

"You have been receiving disability for several months now, because you are unable to work correct?"

"Yes, I have a back injury. When I was at work I slipped and fell and...," James cut her off.

"Your injury seems to not prevent activities like what you told your doctor," he picked up one picture of her riding a mechanical bull at a cowboy bar last month.

"Where did you get that?" She asked.

"Facebook, you have a lot of friends and they put up a lot of pictures. Here is you waterskiing two weeks ago. We also have videos posted of you on a trampoline too, doing flips."

"It comes and goes, those were on good days," she lied.

"You know you can't lie to us, we have witness statements, overwhelming evidence," he said.

"There is also the matter of when you claim unemployment each week, and you certify that you are able to work and actively seeking work," continued Brendan. "You have several places where you said you applied for work at, and guess what they said when we contacted every single one of them?"

"That they were not hiring that day?" She tried.

"No, they actually said they had never heard of you and that they had no applications or resumes on file for you."

"I didn't leave a resume if they were not hiring," she continued to lie, but knew it was futile.

"But you did go in to," his eyes trailed down a list on one of the pages, "the Willamette National Bank last week?"

"I certainly did, spoke to the manager; I remember it was on Tuesday." James smiled smugly at her response.

"We have reviewed the bank's security cameras for the past three weeks in fact, and you did not," he said.

"You really need to stop lying to us," finished Brendan. Amy knew he was right, she was nailed.

"So what exactly do you want from me, blood?" She felt the tears starting. It wasn't artificial, she had no problem whipping up some fake tears if she thought it would help, but in this case she just couldn't hold them back. Her life as she knew it was about to change for the worse and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. The taller man, James, handed her a tissue from the box on the desk. Amy thought bitterly that these two men had probably made lots of women cry with their investigations.

"If you sign the confession, we can make a deal, possibly forgive some of the fraud, and lower the amount of the overpayments."

"Overpayments?" She asked, dumbfounded. Amy felt like the walls or reality were crashing down around her. Not only was she about to lose her income, but they were going to expect her to pay the money back as well! She mentally totaled the amounts she had received just in the last few months and knew it was in the thousands.

"I don't know what to say," and that was the first honest thing she had spoken that day. She sat there, feeling utterly defeated.

Brendan held out a pen and a document.

"You should start by saying you were sorry, and then sign this," he said, sternly. Any took a breath and reached out to take forms to sign her life away.

"Wait," said James. Amy allowed her hopes to soar, was there possibly a way out of this mess? Brendan looked at him.

"What are you thinking, James?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"That this woman has to pay a stiffer penalty than just money, I think she owes us."

Amy wasn't sure what he meant by that. Owed them, personally?

"I don't have any money, I spent everything as I got it, I can't pay you what I don't have," she pleaded.

"I don't want money," James said, staring directly at her.

Amy realized she just might have a way out of this, after all. She rested her hand on her chest.

"If you can make this all go away, I'm sure we can work something out, you can I."

"And what about me?" Asked Brendan. "What will I be getting out of this..." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "...trade off?"

"Oh honey, you can have anything you want," she said to him, her eyes half closed and a smile beginning to spread over her face. She quickly licked her lips to make sure he would not be able to not get the hint.

If she had to fuck her way out of this situation, she was willing to. Something occurred to her, held her back.

"I'm lactating right now, just had to warn you ahead of time in case you were grossed out by that," she told them. She was surprised that the two men exchanged a glance at that and shared a knowing smile.

"Oh, you guys like that idea, huh?" She asked them and saw that there was a hint of a blush on their faces.

"It's something that I like, yes," said Brendan he began to loosen his tie. James was more honest.

"It's a fantasy of mine, it's the sexiest thing I can think of with a woman," he said. Amy knew everything was going to be alright, now that she finally had power over these men.

She began to slowly unbutton the interview blouse she was wearing; one button at a time, and the two men focused all their attention on the revealed flesh.

"So you both want a taste?" She asked them. Instead of answering James and Brendan came forward to her in a rush. They helped, a little roughly, her take her shirt the rest of the way off. Amy wasn't sure which one had unhooked her bra but it fell off her and her large, milk filled breasts came pouring out.

Each man began kissing her on either side of her neck, their hands busy down below. Brendan was massaging her left breast while James was steadily moving his hand up her thigh until it found her pussy. Amy let out a little moan at the contact and she knew his fingertips would be able to feel how wet she was through the fabric of her panties.

The roller coaster of emotions today, the two handsome men desiring her for kinky reasons, and the thrill of doing this in a workplace had made her so hot she was aching for contact. Taking a handful of the back of each man's hair she shoved their faces down to her breasts.

Brendan sucked her left nipple into his mouth and she gasped at how hot it was. James did the same with her right and began to suck it gently. She heard a barely audible moan escape him as he tasted her milk for the first time.

James began to suckle too, sucking the nipple in between his teeth and holding it there. The first drops of milk touched his tongue and she felt him begin to suck harder, excited at the perversion.

"You are my good boys, aren't you?" She asked as she stroked the hair on their heads gently now. The men nodded but didn't reply because they kept their lips locked down on Amy's breasts.

James had slid his hand under her panties now and his hand was gently working Amy's clit. He had slid one finger in slightly and Amy squeezed down on it greedily with her pussy.

Brendan suddenly let her breast go and came up to her face. Amy saw the drops of milk on his lips before he kissed her deeply and she tasted it on his tongue.

James stopped sucking too and he franticly was opening his pants. When the fell to the floor he pushed down his boxers and his cock spring out, full and rock hard at the attention James had been giving her milky breasts.

Pulling her forward, they both turned her around, picked her up and laid her on her back on the desk. The papers showing her fraud and deceptions fell the floor, completely forgotten in their passion. James pulled her panties aside, placed the tip of his large cock on her pussy, and slowly pushed himself inside her. He was still standing on the floor but was tall enough that put his cock at just the right height to fuck her like this.

"Fuck me, I’ve been bad," she told him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in deeper. Brendan came around the desk so he could reach her breasts and began rolling her still erect nipples between his fingers.

"You two are doing so good," she let out as James began to work his cock in and out of her wet pussy. He breasts began to leak at the hand play, and Brendan leaned forward to lick the milk as it dribbled out. With one hand, he reached down to caress her clit, just millimeters from his co-workers cock as it glided into her.

It felt incredible. Amy had always been adventurous in bed, but this was something else entirely. She had never had one man so aroused by her milk, much less two at the same time, sharing her. James skillfully worked his cock in and out of her as Brendan kept her clit and nipples nice and aroused. She knew she was going to cum soon; it was too good of feelings all at once.

James could tell that she was close so didn't stop exactly what he was doing, his cock never stuttered as if fucked perfectly into her. Amy felt herself begin to respond, her pussy clenching down rhythmically in flutters as she felt all the stress pour out of her. She felt like a deflating balloon as her body gave its most intimate release all over the tall man's cock.

When he pulled out, the Brendan was instantly up and taking his place.

"Wait," she said, turning over so that she was bent over the desk now and she could lower her legs down to the floor.

"Now, like this," she said, and lowered her head down onto the desk.

Brendan reached down, took his cock in his hand, and guided it to push into the folds of her pussy. She knew that James's cum would make it very wet and slippery for him. From the look on his eyes Brandon knew it too but didn't care, he was so in need to fuck her right then.

Amy felt him grab the back of her head to hold her in the right spot for him. Brandon began to fuck her from behind with his cock, long strokes that filled her each time. Amy felt James’s cum dripping from her and knew that soon Brandon's was going to join it.

Brandon pulled back on her hair and she had to arch her back up to conform to his will. When James saw her come up and her breasts so wet and full, he had to act. Putting himself in front of the fucking couple, he sat on the desk and wrapped his legs around them. He began to lick her breasts, and when his lips found her nipples he would suck them, still wanting to taste her milk. She wasn't flowing as freely as before, there was only so much milk to give, so James sucked them harder to get what he wanted. Almost too hard, she was going to be sore to tomorrow.

Her pussy would be too, Brandon was so turned on by her he was slamming his cock into her, grabbing the sides of her hips tightly to force every inch in he could. He fucked her hard and strong, pounding himself deep into her. For a desk jockey, he used his cock like a stallion on her.

"You are going to make me cum again," she screamed out, and as soon as it was out of her mouth she started to. The waves of pleasure came so much easier now, the big cock in her pussy and the young handsome man suckling her would have made any woman cream, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

She felt Brendan speed up and knew that he was going to join her; she felt the hot wetness inside as he exploded into her from behind. He shoved in as deep as he could and he finished unloading into her. James locked down on her nipple, squeezing it between his teeth to get every last drop. After she finished her whole body went limp as she simply couldn't cum anymore.

"Oh, babe, that was so good, you know you got me off," she told him, knowing that he would like to know how he had made her feel. She leaned forward to kiss James on the lips.

"And so did you, honey, you both made me proud," she said and saw they were both smiling for her. The two men began to redress themselves. Amy looked around for her clothes, and also started to put herself away. She knew they were watching her as she tucked her breasts back into her bra.

"I think this investigation is over?" She asked.

"I don't think is any fraud here, at least none I am willing to testify about now," said James, still looking at her half naked body.

"But you have to promise us something," whispered Brendan over her shoulder into ear. "You have to at least try to cover you tracks better. If you get audited again I don't know how you could possible get out of trouble,” Amy laughed at that.

"As long as you two are my boys, I'm sure we can work something out that will make us all happy," and she gave him a wink as she buttoned up her blouse.

Even if she had to let these men molest her breasts and fuck her every day, there was no way she was going to stop milking the system. She didn't care if she broke the budget; it was going to go dry before she did.