SweetLady Milk
Author’s note: This story is a continuation and has spoilers for this one: https://lustcastles.blog/2025/05/27/the-930-patient/
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Rosemary Diaz glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:26 a.m. At 35, the psychologist couldn’t stop thinking about her next patients, and the black coffee in her cup was an absolute necessity after a sleepless night filled with anxiety.
This time, her coffee addiction came with a twist: a can of condensed milk. Whenever Rosemary got anxious, she craved sugar. That’s why she’d brought along a can—and her trusty can opener. A small hole on each side let the syrup flow freely, blending perfectly with the bitterness of the coffee in a sinful mix of guilt and pleasure. She planned to hide the can before calling in Jean and Lumina.
One week ago, they had walked through the door for the first time, and she was not prepared for that session. No one would be. How could she have guessed her new patient would bring along a genie trapped in a lamp—a genie who granted sexual wishes and who, in a matter of minutes, turned her office into the site of an orgy?
But now, a week later, she was ready. She had the right questions lined up, she knew how to stay in her role as a psychologist… and she was ready for other things too.
It was 9:27. She called them in.
Jean entered wearing the same polo shirt, jeans, and sneakers as the week before.
Lumina came right after. She was wearing a green dress that hugged her curves. Her hair was tied in a braid, and she had simple flip-flops on her feet.
Just normal clothes. Too normal. But not on her. Rosemary noticed. Her gaze lingered for one second too long. Just one. But that was enough. Lumina caught it—and smiled slightly, like she’d hit her target without saying a word.
“Good morning,” Rosemary said, masking her nerves. “How was your week?”
“We had a great one, doctor,” Jean replied. “Really great.”
“Enthusiasm,” Rosemary noted. “So… where did your desires take you this week?”
“Volleyball,” Lumina said, with a wicked smile.
Rosemary raised an eyebrow and looked at Jean, clearly wanting details.
“We were watching volleyball on TV, doctor, and one of the players caught my eye. Emily. Gorgeous blonde. Six foot six,” Jean began.
“Let me guess… Lumina made her appear in your living room and you two had sex,” Rosemary added, skipping ahead.
“Yes, doctor,” Jean nodded. “But not just her. Lumina didn’t know which one was Emily… so she brought in the entire team.”
Lumina burst into laughter.
“Later he told me they had their names on their jerseys,” she said. “But I didn’t want to guess wrong.”
Rosemary was visibly stunned.
“You materialized the entire volleyball team?”
“Yes, doctor,” Jean said. “They were tall. They hit the chandelier.”
“And you had sex with six women at once?” Rosemary asked, now understanding the scale.
“Seven!” Lumina jumped in, beaming. “I joined in too.”
Rosemary took a deep breath, trying to get her bearings.
“We may need to talk about setting some boundaries with the two of you. But is that even possible?”
“Doctor, nothing is impossible when Lumina’s involved,” Jean said. “Her power is unreal. If there’s a limit to it, I haven’t found it yet.”
“I saw that last week… and I see it now,” Rosemary agreed. “What Lumina can do is… unbelievable.”
“Thank you,” Lumina replied, amused.
Jean hesitated but decided to come clean—after all, it’s why he was there.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, doctor. If you’ll allow it, I’d like to show you something else.”
A shiver ran down Rosemary’s spine. The fact that Lumina could twist reality like a toy both fascinated and terrified her. Anything could happen.
“Alright, Jean. What do you want to show me?”
“Please hand me your condensed milk can.”
First, Rosemary felt embarrassed—she’d left the can out in the open, revealing her secret sugar addiction. Still, she handed it to Jean, not even guessing what madness was about to follow.
Jean stared at the iconic farm girl on the label and showed it to Lumina.
“Lumina, I want to fuck her. I want to fuck the SweetLady Milk girl.”
Lumina grinned. The lights in the office flickered as her magic stirred to life. Right in front of Jean and Rosemary, the vintage image on the can began to move… and then step out of the label, taking full human form.
Standing before them was a stunning brunette, wearing a rural-style outfit just like the one on the can, complete with a metal bucket balanced on her head.
Rosemary nearly fell off her chair. She’d thought she was prepared. She wasn’t.
“This is why I’m here, doctor,” Jean said with a nervous laugh. “Sometimes it breaks my brain.”
“Hello, Jean. I’ve come to fulfill your wish,” said the Milkmaid, sweetly.
“She talks!” Rosemary gasped, horrified.
“Why wouldn’t she?” Lumina shrugged. “Magical women can do everything regular women can… only better.”
Rosemary got up, touched the Milkmaid’s arm to check if she was real, pinched herself just in case—and peeked inside the bucket.
“There’s actual milk in here! Real milk!”
Lumina laughed. “I’m really good at this, huh?”
Jean, entranced, moved in and kissed the Milkmaid deeply.
“Oh Jean, that feels wonderful,” she purred.
Her kiss tasted like sweetened milk. Her skin smelled like fresh cream. Every sense of Jean’s was ignited. The Milkmaid then tilted the bucket and poured some of the milk over her cleavage, seducing Jean further.
“Doctor, I’m sorry, but we’re going to have sex in your office. Again,” Jean said.
Rosemary chuckled in surrender. “That’s alright. This time, I came prepared,” she said, revealing the elegant black lingerie beneath her clothes—just as she had promised during the last session.
Lumina looked at her with admiration, then slowly undid her braid, letting her red hair tumble over her shoulders. An intense wave of desire filled Rosemary.
“You’re using your magic on me again, aren’t you, Lumina?” she asked.
“No, doctor. Today, this naughtiness is all you,” Lumina replied.
The two kissed.
The Milkmaid slowly stripped off her old-fashioned clothes, never breaking eye contact with Jean. Soon, she stood completely naked: large breasts, tight waist, full hips. She ran her hands through the milk, coating her breasts and driving Jean insane with lust.
By the desk, Lumina undressed Rosemary by hand—no magic—peeling off each layer: the blouse, the shirt (button by button), then the skirt, revealing Rosemary’s carefully chosen black lingerie. Definitely not something the psychology board would approve, but traditional psychology had never encountered a lamp genie who could grant wild sexual fantasies—especially not one as stunning as Lumina.
Across the room, Jean was already naked in the armchair, his cock being lovingly sucked by the Milkmaid, who licked his tip playfully before engulfing him fully.
“Oh my God,” Jean moaned. “Doctor, this is amazing.”
Rosemary returned the favor by undressing Lumina, slowly, admiring her from head to toe.
“She really is magical, Jean. Every inch of her,” said Rosemary.
Lumina let Rosemary take the lead, moaning as the psychologist sucked her breasts and pushed her down into a chair. Rosemary went down on her, giving the genie a generous dose of pleasure. Whether it was magic influencing her or not, Rosemary didn’t care anymore.
Across the room, Jean laid the Milkmaid on the couch and began eating her out.
“Wow. Her pussy even tastes like condensed milk,” Jean said, growing more eager with each lick.
The Milkmaid’s face held an air of innocence, and the expression she made under Jean’s tongue gave the whole thing a delicious contrast. She looked like a shy farm girl—but had been designed entirely to please him. Literally.
When Rosemary paused to catch her breath, Lumina looked over, inviting her to join Jean and the Milkmaid.
“Wanna taste condensed milk a different way today?” she asked in a sultry but goofy voice, and both women burst into laughter.
Rosemary kissed Jean, silently asking for permission to taste the Milkmaid too. Together, they licked her pussy in tandem.
“Wow, Lumina,” Rosemary said, stunned. “It really is condensed milk.”
By now, Jean’s cock was rock hard. He sat down on the couch and asked the Milkmaid to ride him. She straddled him, bouncing and smothering his face with her breasts. Rosemary kissed them both, caught up in the frenzy. Lumina watched from the side, proud of her creation, waiting for the perfect moment to join in.
Still very much a man, Jean didn’t want to stop at just the Milkmaid—he wanted the psychologist too. He gently suggested they switch. Rosemary climbed on top of Jean eagerly, overwhelmed by everything she’d seen and felt. Lumina sat beside them, opening her legs so the Milkmaid could eat her out.
Rosemary was lost in sensation: the smell of sex and sugar, Jean’s cock plunging into her, the sight of Lumina’s beauty, and the knowledge that none of this made any sense—and yet, it was happening. She came hard, crying out so loudly she feared it might echo into other offices.
Lumina switched places and tasted the condensed sweetness of the Milkmaid’s pussy herself, making her creation moan and climax in return.
“I’m gonna cum…” Jean said.
He pulled out of Rosemary and slid into the Milkmaid’s mouth. She sucked him gently until he filled her with cum.
“And that, my friends, is what I call a milky finish.” Lumina cackled at her own terrible pun.
The four collapsed in satisfied silence.
Lumina waved her hand, and the Milkmaid returned to the can’s label. According to her, magical women can’t roam free. Rosemary never had the heart to throw the can away. It became a decorative piece in her office.
Back in their seats, fully dressed again, Rosemary tried to wrap up the session.
“Well…” she said, pulling her thoughts together, “today was… intense. Again.”
“All my days are like this now, doctor,” said Jean.
“Jean…” she continued, shifting to a professional tone. “Be honest. Did you feel happy today? Are you happier since Lumina entered your life?”
“Yes, doctor,” Jean replied. “Before, I’d go months without anyone. Now, I blink and there are beautiful women everywhere.”
“That’s great, Jean,” Rosemary nodded. “But let’s try to be rational for a second. Maybe it’s healthy to set some boundaries. If I ate condensed milk every day, I’d eventually get tired of it. Think about that this week. Sometimes, quality is better than quantity.”
The air grew a bit heavy, the way therapy sessions often do.
“See you next week. Nine-thirty,” Rosemary said.
“I’ll be there too, doctor,” said Lumina, standing up. “And this time, I’m coming without lingerie.”
