Breastmilk for Lunch


Sandra strode down the corridor, her full breasts straining against her shirt so tightly it seemed the buttons would pop off from the pressure. They ached pleasurably from the snugness and the way the skin stretched tautly. A small dark spot formed on her shirt where the nipple poked at the fabric. Stepping into the office at the end of the hall, she lay the bag on the desk.

“It’s lunch time, boss.”


Richard Bryson looked up from his work, and his eyes widened as he noticed the growing damp spot on the front of Sandra’s shirt. Rising from his chair, he walked around the desk and closed the door, blocking it with his body so she couldn’t see when he twisted the lock on the knob.

“Why don’t you join me?” he said as he approached her.

“I didn’t bring lunch today, sir.”

“You can have mine.”

“But what will you eat?”

He moved a bit closer, and Sandra backed up until she was trapped against the desk. “Mmm… Mr. Bryson, what are you doing?”

“You’ve got everything I need for lunch,” he responded as he trailed a finger around the curve of her breast.

Sandra gasped as his meaning hit her. “But sir…”

“You’re leaking already. If you go much longer, you’ll end up in pain. I know; my wife had that problem when she stopped breastfeeding our son. Unless you have a breast pump, you’re going to need some relief.”

“I’ll manage. I just need to replace the pads.” Sandra’s chest heaved as her breathing grew heavier.

“Feed me Sandra,” Richard said, his voice strong and commanding. “Give me your delicious milk.”

Sandra stood against the desk, her body frozen with indecision. Being a single mother was rough in more ways than one. Because she had full responsibility for taking care of herself and the baby, she rarely had time for herself. The last touch she’d gotten from a man had been from the huge mistake of a drunken one night stand that resulted in her pregnancy. She didn’t think having her breasts sucked by a grown man would do much for her, but he obviously looked at it as a sexual thing, so maybe it would lead to more.

She gave a slight shake of her head and raised her hands to unbutton the tight shirt.

“No, let me.”

Richard deftly pushed each button through its hole until the shirt hung open. Pushing it to the sides, he ran his thumbs over the wet fabric of her bra where her nipples pushed against the pad and cup. Seeing it was a regular nursing bra, he unhooked the tops and let the flaps fall open. The pads stuck inside to catch leaking milk fell to the floor and exposed her engorged breasts.

“Beautiful.”

Sandra sat on the edge of the desk and leaned back on her hands as he bent forward and licked a droplet of milk from her protruding nipple. An unexpected shiver of pleasure sprang through her breast. Richard stood and took her hand.

“Let’s get more comfortable.” He led her to the leather couch and pulled her down to straddle his lap after he sat on the smooth sofa. She could feel the bulge in his pants against her mound as he pulled her forward. Licking his lips, Richard latched onto a breast and eagerly began to suck.

Sandra tangled her fingers into his hair and held him to her chest as he drank from her full globe. A warm tingling began to grow in her pussy, and she unconsciously rubbed her panty -clad pussy against his erection as his mouth and tongue worked on her nipple. The delicious friction of her clit rubbing against the cotton crotch of her panties and his hard bulge sent shivers of desire through her body.

Richard let go of her nipple with a wet plop. “Your milk is so sweet. God, Sandra, drinking from your big breasts has gotten me so hard. Fuck me baby, fuck me while I suck that sweet milk.”

The only thought she had in her mind was to satisfy the aching throb in her pussy. With fumbling fingers, she quickly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, jerking his shirt up and out of the way. She reached into his underwear and pulled out his hard cock. Squeezing it, she ran her fisted hand up and down the length a few times, eliciting a moan from Richard that vibrated around the nipple of the other breast that he’d sucked into his mouth.

The resonation transmitted through his lips shot a thrill straight from Sandra’s breast to her pussy. Not wanting to break contact, she simple pushed the damp crotch of her shiny red panties to the side and guided his hard-on to her wet hole. She moaned softly as she impaled herself on his thick shaft. The fat head split her walls apart and pushed deep into the warm depths as she slid all the way down until her swollen pussy lips brushed against the base of his dick. His continuous suckling sent waves of pleasure rolling through her body as she rode him, her juicy pussy clenching around his cock as she plunged up and down on it.

His sucking took on a frantic pace as she fucked him, her wet pussy coating his shaft with her juices. With each slam down onto his cock, she rocked her hips and ground her clit into his pubic bone, shooting hot shocks of ecstasy through her core. Mewling sounds spilled from her lips as her body shuddered. She threw her head back, her blond hair flying as she clung to him. Her gyrations on his dick became erratic as her cries rang out in the office. Bucking wildly, she rode him as waves of pleasure blasted through her.

The orgasmic release of her desire signaled a more intense let down, and milk practically flooded Richard’s mouth. He gulped the sweet liquid down as her pussy spasmed around his dick. He switched back to the other breast to catch the milk leaking from her hard nipple. As the last burst of pleasure faded from within her, Sandra felt Richard’s cock twitch inside her. He moaned loudly and clamped down on her nipple, sucking with ferocity as he spurted into the depths of her wet pussy.

He kept feeding, even as his cock softened inside her. The milk had thickened and grown even more delicious as the hind-milk began to flow. Had a knock not sounded on the door, he would have continued sucking until no more of the nourishing liquid streamed from her nipples.

“Mr. Bryson, you have a meeting in five minutes,” his secretary called through the door.

Reluctantly, he released the slippery nipple from his mouth, taking one last lick from each dripping bud before straightening up. “I’ll see you same time tomorrow,” he said as Sandra climbed off his lap. If I’m lucky, she won’t dry up for a long time.
Sandra leaned over the copier and extricated the piece of paper that was causing the jam. The whirring of the machine started back up, and her mind wandered to the day before in Mr. Bryson’s office.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, coming back to the present as she felt let down in her breasts. It was enough to soak through the nursing pads she kept tucked in her bra and two wet spots had appeared on her blouse. She still had 500 copies to run and couldn’t leave the machine to go into the restroom and change her pads and try to clean the mess up on her shirt. With the nipples leaking milk, she also needed to pump in order to relieve the pressure and stop the fluid flowing from her ducts.

Since her desk was located very close to the copy room, Sandra dashed out to it and grabbed her bag from the bottom drawer. Once back inside the copy room, she closed the door and pulled a chair close to the copy machine so she could keep an eye on it in case of more paper jams. She knew she was taking a big chance sine the door to the copy room didn’t lock and anyone could walk in on her at any time, but she felt she didn’t have a choice.

Unbuttoning her blouse, she pulled open the flaps on her nursing bra and removed the soaked pads that smelled sweetly of fresh breast milk. She threw them in the waste can next to the copy machine and pulled a handheld battery powered breast pump from her bag. To be on the safe side, she stuck a new pad against her right nipple and re-closed the flap and then pressed the suction cup of the pump against her left nipple. The pump whirred to life after she flicked the switch and small drops of milk flowed from her nipple down into the bottle attached to the pump.

“Ms. Thompson!”

The clacking of the copier and humming of the pump had obscured the sound of the copy room door opening. A pink flush crept across Sandra’s face as her head flew up. “Mr. Bryson… I’m sorry, I…”

“I thought I made myself clear yesterday,” he said as he entered the room and shut the door behind him. “If you needed relief, you should have come to my office.”

“I couldn’t leave the copier, sir. The copies aren’t finished yet.”

Richard knelt in front of Sandra and gently pried the breast pump from her hand. He turned the small machine off and dropped it into her bag. Taking her hands, he pulled her to her feet and led her over to the copier. He placed his arms on each side of her, each hand resting on the top of the copier and bent toward her exposed breast, still leaking milk. With his tongue, he licked the fresh drops from the turgid nipple before latching onto her breast and sucking hungrily.

Sandra cooed happily and ran her hand down the front of Richard’s trousers. His cock was hard and ready beneath the smooth material. Unzipping his pants, she pulled out his dick and circled the shaft with her fingers. Tingles of pleasure ran from her breast to her pussy as he sucked fervently. He thrust into her hand as she stroked him, pushing his cock through her fingers.

Once the first breast had been drained of milk, he unfastened the flap covering her right breast. Before lowering his mouth to her leaking nipple, he reached between her legs and pushed her panties to the side. She eagerly spread her thighs apart and moaned as his erect cock split her lips and sank inside her pussy. The coupling was hot and frantic as he plunged into her. His mouth stayed latched onto her breast as he sucked the life giving milk from her. Her firm globe bounced up and down with the frenzied movements of their fucking.

Their cries echoed through the small room as pleasure flooded their bodies. Sandra’s breasts were no longer full and firm but soft and drooping as the last of the milk was drained from her. When her boss’ cock slipped from her cum drenched pussy, she straightened her panties and pulled two new pads from her bag.

“If you spring another leak, you know where to find me,” said Richard. He left the room as Sandra hurried to button her shirt. Neither of them noticed the small crowd scurrying in every direction away from the door.

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