Charlie sat back in the chair and ran his hand through his hair. He re read the ad and smiled. He wondered, would anyone really answer it. He sure hoped so.

ACROSS TOWN IN A RUN DOWN APARTMENT...

Delaine tossed her keys onto the coffee table and sat down on the sofa to pull her shoes off and thumb through the mail. She cussed when a drop of water hit the top of her head. Sorry fucker still had not fixed the leak in the roof. She walked down the small hallway to her bedroom and stretched out on her bed and unfolded the newspaper. An ad caught her eye.

WANTED: A companion of sorts to act as a cook, housekeeper and wet nurse. Only call if you are serious. Room and board provided.

Delaine tapped her pencil on the paper and dialed her friend Megan's number.

"Hey I just saw an ad in the paper and, well.. I have a question."

"What." Megan blew a puff of smoke and propped her feet on the table in front of her. She took a sip of lukewarm coffee.

"What is a wet nurse."

"What.." Megan choked, spewing coffee all over herself, "What in the hell are you..."

"Its an ad, in the paper," Delaine read it to her.

"Lanie.. are you sure..."

"It would get me out of this shit hole."

"Why don't you just.. "

"Megan, I cant afford anything else."

"Ok, so what if this guy turns out to be a nut job, I mean, putting an ad like that in the paper is scary enough."

"I am calling, I will talk to you later."

Delaine dialed the number, and a deep voice with a southern drawl answered.

"Uh.. I..uh.. um.. my name is Delaine Matthews.. and I was calling about the ad."

"Yeah.. you interested?"

"Well, yes.. I mean.. maybe.. I..."

"Why don't you come by." Charlie snuffed out his Winston, "say an hour."

"Sure." Delaine tucked her hair behind her ear, "what's the address?"

Delaine hung the phone up and thumbed through her closet, trying to find just the right outfit. She pulled out a purple and black long sleeve western print shirt and a pair of black Wrangler jeans. She pulled the shirt over a purple tank top that fit her good, and showed her assets perfectly. She had to get this job. She pulled on a pair of black eelskin cowboy boots and grabbed her keys.

She drove for what felt like forever before finally reaching 104 Williams Lane and made a left turn off the main highway. She gasped when the huge ranch style house nestled under a grove of pecan trees came into view. It was the most beautiful house she'd ever seen. The front porch stretched all the way across the front of the house, lined with huge rockers. A swing hung at one end, with a man seated in it that Delaine assumed was the man who placed the ad.

"Hey there." he stood up and walked across the porch when he saw Delaine, "You must be Miss Matthews." He extended his hand, "Names Charlie."

He smiled at her revealing a line of perfect white teeth. Delaine felt her heart leap in her chest. She noticed the black curls peeking out from under the Alabama Crimson Tide ball cap he was wearing. and she fought the urge to run her hands through them.

"Come on inside" she glanced down at his ass when he turned to open the door, and she silently scolded herself.

"Well." he motioned for her to sit. "since you read the ad, I guess you know what I am looking for." He lit a cigarette, "can you cook?"

"Yes sir."?"

"No.. no sir." he smiled, "just call me Charlie."

"I.. yes I can cook, and clean.."

"And." he took a drag off his cigarette and leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, "what about the other."

"I... " she blushed, "I guess I can do that too."

"You do know what a wet nurse is, don't you darlin'?"

She nodded.

"So, I assume you have milk?"

She nodded again.

"I.. no one knows why, but I started to lactate when I.. went through puberty and... its not a lot.. but..."

"Don't worry about that." he stood up, "We can get you on a supplement, and with me sucking you and pumping, well... those tits will be gushing milk in no time." he stood in front of her. "I need a sample though."

"I.. I'm sorry, I don't ..."

"I need a sample sugar.. if you are going to be feeding me your milk.. I want to know what it tastes like..."

"Well... I... "

"Nobody can see in here, its ok."

"I would still... "

"Come on. "He reached for her hand and walked down the hallway. Delaine gasped when she entered his master bedroom.

"Ok." He sat down on the bed. "how do you want to do this?"

Delanie shrugged, "I don't know.. I... I have never been naked in front of a man before."

"You ever fucked a man?"

"How dare you..."

"Hey." he took her hand, "Sorry.. that was kind of.. "

"Yes, it was."

He pulled her down onto his legs and smiled. Her heart did a flip. Her ears were buzzing as he un buttoned her blouse.

"Lift your arms up." He said softly and pulled her tank top off. He reached behind her and un hooked her bra, her large 44hh breasts tumbling out.

"Shit" He whispered.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... you... you just have got a nice set of tits."

He weighed them, almost as if he was trying to decide which one to suckle from.

"Lay back on the bed." he stood her up and Delaine laid down, wondering what the hell he was going to do to her. She remembered her conversation with Megan and wondered if maybe this was a mistake.

Charlie straddled her torso and pressed her huge tits together. Her rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and then lowered his head, pulling the left one into his mouth. He gently sucked and before long, his mouth was filled with Delaines warm milk.

Delaine closed her eyes, loving the feel of him sucking her. She could feel her sex getting wetter, and was scared she may cum.

"Damn," he sat up and smiled, "You taste pretty good."

He stood up and reached for her hands, "Lets go into the kitchen, and if you pass the second test, and you are still interested, the job is yours."

Delanie followed him into the kitchen. She hoped with all her heart he liked her cooking. She started setting pots on the stove under his watchful eye.