The alley reeked of garbage and rain-soaked concrete, shadows clinging to the brick walls like forgotten secrets. Maya hurried through it, her heart pounding from the distant city noise, her soaked blouse clinging to her curvy frame.

At twenty-eight, motherhood had left her body full and heavy, her breasts swollen and aching, milk leaking steadily since her baby’s last feed. She clutched her purse tight, breath coming in short gasps, unaware of the figure lurking at the alley’s end until it was too late.

Marcus stepped out, his muscular black frame blocking her path, rough hands flexing at his sides. His eyes, dark and predatory, locked onto the dark wet patches spreading across her white blouse, right over her full tits. ‘

“What the fuck is that?” he growled, voice low and gravelly, stepping closer.

Maya’s stomach twisted in terror; she backed up against the cold wall, the exposure of the narrow alley making her feel utterly trapped, no one to hear her screams.

“Please, just let me go,” Maya whispered, her voice trembling, but Marcus lunged forward, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one massive hand.

His other hand fisted her blouse, yanking it down hard. The fabric tore with a sharp rip, buttons scattering across the grimy ground, exposing her swollen breasts to the chill night air. Milk beaded instantly on her dark nipples, dripping in thin streams down her pale skin, the cool breeze making them harden painfully. She gasped, cheeks burning with humiliation, her body on full display in this filthy public space, vulnerable and helpless.

Marcus’s breath hitched, his gaze fixated on the leaking tits, hunger twisting his face. “Shit, look at you, leaking like a damn cow,” he muttered, his free hand roughly cupping one heavy breast, squeezing until milk squirted out in a fine spray.

Maya whimpered, the pressure sending a jolt through her, mixing fear with an unwanted ache. He didn’t ask; he just bent down, his hot mouth latching onto her left nipple with a wet slurp. His lips sealed tight, tongue flicking greedily as he sucked hard, drawing the warm milk into his mouth in greedy gulps.

The sensation hit Maya like a shock, his rough tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple, pulling at it relentlessly, milk flooding his throat as he swallowed noisily. She shivered against the wall, her body betraying her with a rush of heat between her legs despite the terror gripping her chest.

“Stop ... oh god, please,” she begged, her voice breaking into a sob, but Marcus only growled against her skin, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as he sucked harder, draining her.

Milk dribbled from the corner of his mouth, soaking his chin, but he didn’t care. He was lost in it, the sweet warmth filling him, making his cock twitch hard in his pants.

He switched to the other breast, yanking her closer by the waist, his muscular arm banding around her like iron. Maya’s legs weakened, her curvy hips pressing back against the rough brick for support, the public thrill of exposure heightening her dread. Anyone could walk by, see her tits out, milked like this. His mouth worked furiously, sucking deep pulls that made her gasp and arch involuntarily, milk surging in response to the forceful tugs.

“Fuck, this milk ... It’s so good,” he rasped between swallows, his voice muffled against her flesh, rough hand kneading the breast not in his mouth, coaxing more to leak out.

Tears streamed down Maya’s face, her mind reeling from the violation, the way his aggressive suction sent unwanted sparks through her body. She felt every pull, the wet heat of his tongue lapping at her nipple, the obscene sounds of him drinking her dry echoing in the alley. Helpless, she could only stand there, restrained and exposed, her swollen breasts heaving with each breath.

Marcus’s grip tightened on her waist, fingers digging into her soft curves, his body pressing closer, the bulge of his hard dick grinding against her thigh as he devoured her milk without mercy.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, milk glistening on his lips, eyes wild with need. “More ... give me more, you lactating bitch,” he demanded, diving back in, latching onto both nipples in turn, sucking so hard it bordered on pain.

Maya cried out softly, her body trembling, the flood of milk unrelenting as he refused to stop, his oral hunger consuming them both in the dark. His hands roamed lower, rough palms sliding under her skirt, but she knew this was far from over, his desperation for her milk only growing, pinning her in place for whatever came next.

Marcus’s mouth clamped down harder on Maya’s nipple, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin as he sucked with feral intensity. The sharp tug sent a fresh gush of milk into his throat, warm and sweet, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. He released her wrists just long enough to grab her shoulders, shoving her back against the jagged brick wall with brutal force.

The impact jarred her spine, her curvy body slamming into the unyielding surface, the cold seeping through her thin skirt and making her shiver uncontrollably. Pain bloomed across her back, mixing with the relentless pull at her breast, but she was too terrified to fight, her arms limp at her sides now, pinned by his sheer mass pressing into her.

Maya’s breath hitched in sobs, the alley’s chill biting at her exposed skin. Her blouse hung in tatters around her waist, the soaked fabric no longer covering her swollen tits, which jutted out vulnerably into the night air. Milk continued to leak from the nipple he’d just abandoned, a steady drip tracing down her belly, cooling against her flushed skin. She could feel eyes that weren’t there, imagined passersby, the distant hum of traffic reminding her how public this was, how anyone could stumble into the alley and see her like this: tits out, milked by a stranger, her body betraying her with every unwilling spurt.

“Fuck, you’re full,” Marcus growled against her flesh, his voice thick with milk and lust.

His rough hands roamed freely now, one palm slapping against her left breast, squeezing the heavy globe until milk squirted out in erratic streams, splattering his wrist. He yanked the remnants of her shirt aside entirely, the wet cloth tearing further as he exposed every inch of her leaking curves. His fingers dug into the soft underside, kneading roughly, coaxing more milk to bead and flow. The sensation was overwhelming for Maya, his calloused touch igniting nerves that screamed for mercy, yet her body responded with a shameful flood, nipples hardening under the assault.

He latched onto her right nipple again, biting down just enough to make her cry out, the pain sharp and electric. Milk spurted uncontrollably into his mouth as he sucked fiercely, his tongue lashing the tip, drawing out deep, rhythmic pulls that echoed wetly in the quiet alley. Maya’s body shook, her knees buckling, but he held her up, his muscular frame crushing her against the wall, his hips grinding his hard cock against her thigh through his pants.

The friction sent unwanted heat pooling in her core, her pussy clenching despite the fear clawing at her chest. Tears blurred her vision, her mind a whirlwind of humiliation and helplessness. Why wouldn’t he stop? The milk was endless, her breasts aching from the constant drain, but his hunger only grew, his swallows audible and greedy.