Read Breastfeeding My Boss - An Erotic Story (Lactating Sex) Online
Authors: Lynn Mixon
Tags: #erotica, #sensual, #oral sex, #office sex, #nursing, #lactation, #breastfeeding, #milking
Breastfeeding My Boss - An Erotic Story (Lactating Sex)
Smashwords Edition. Copyright 2012 by Lynn
Mixon.
Angie fretted about
returning to work after giving birth, but her boss welcomed her
with open arms. He’d even set up a room for her to breastfeed. His
interest in her milk-swollen breasts made her stomach
flutter.
When he accidentally
walked in on her, he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she used her
pump to collect her milk. Could she talk him into taking a
sip?
Angie Rogers walked into her office and
suppressed the butterflies in her stomach. It was her first day
back since she’d given birth. Little Abbey was in the company
daycare center downstairs, but it felt like she was a million miles
away.
Her desk looked exactly as she’d left it,
which didn’t seem possible. Boyd Green, her boss and the company
owner, had hired an office temp to help him for the ten weeks she’d
been out on leave. She had to have worked right here.
Boyd must’ve been waiting for her, because
his door swung open to reveal him lounging against the frame. The
sight of him all dressed up in his expensive suit with a neatly
trimmed black beard hit her like a truck. He looked like a modern
day pirate, dangerous and sexy. His lazy grin made it hard for her
to breathe.
Her reaction was even stronger than before
she went on maternity leave because her hormones were still raging
out of control. Getting back into a professional relationship with
him was going to be challenging when all she wanted to do was see
what was under that suit.
He pushed off the door and came out to give
her a tight hug. “It’s
so
good to have you back! The place
hasn’t been the same without you.”
If his looks had hit her hard, his touch was
much stronger. Jolts of electricity shot through her and bounced in
every direction, before settling deep in her pussy, making her clit
throb with need. The sharp scent of his aftershave shut down the
reasoning centers of her brain, leaving only lust in its place. She
barely stopped her leg from rising to curl around him.
Angie trembled when he pulled back, but
moved behind her desk to hide it from him. “It’s good to be back,
but something has been the same: my desk. You did hire a temp. I
know, because I trained her.”
“Maybe I let her sit at my desk with me.” He
wiggled his eyebrows to add to the impression he was trying to
give.
She shook her head. “Some things never
change. All talk and no action Boyd struck out with the temp,
didn’t he?”
“Well, she was hot, but she wasn’t you. I’ve
told you I don’t fool around when I’m in a relationship. We have
this thing.”
She laughed. “This thing called work. You
won’t even go out with everyone for a drink, much less hit on one
of the girls here. You talk the talk, but we both know you don’t
walk the walk.” Much to her regret.
He shrugged. “You caught me. I’m just
sitting in my little corner office watching all the pretty girls
walk by. It’s sad, really.”
“Right. I’ve seen some of the girls you
date, hot young bimbos with more silicone than IQ. No sympathy
here.”
“I’m between bimbos at the moment.” His eyes
dropped to her chest and lingered just a few moments too long for a
simple glance. “I may have to point out that you seem to be aiming
for that result yourself. Your assets appear to have grown.”
She smiled at the sexual innuendo. That
might be sexual harassment for most people, but it was how they’d
grown closer. She didn’t miss the flicker of interest he quickly
suppressed, either. That was very, very interesting. “It’s called
breastfeeding. It turns out I produce a lot of milk.”
“Mmmm, milk, it does a body good,” he
murmured just loudly enough for her to hear. He licked his lips
absentmindedly.
She suspected he wondered what it tasted
like. Maybe she’d make him a cup of coffee with her own special
creamer, and not tell him until he was taking a big sip.
“Thank you. So, boss, what’s first?”
He gestured at the supply room behind her
desk. “Well, I thought you’d have the little one with you, so we
cleared out some space in there to give you a private feeding area.
I figured you’d keep the door open so you could have her
nearby.”
“Awww! That’s so sweet! She’s down in the
daycare, but I’ll bring her up this afternoon so everyone can say
hello. Thank you so much. I feel bad that I won’t be putting it to
use.”
“We’ll leave it as is for a few days to see
if you change your mind. If you’re ready to get back to work, I
have pile of tapes from calls overseas that you can transcribe for
me. The temp couldn’t seem to get the hang of listening and typing
at the same time.”
“Sounds good.” She brought her computer to
life, retrieved the tapes, and quickly lost herself in the
mundanity of her work.
* * * * *
By the time she came up for air, it was
almost lunchtime. She went down to the daycare to spend some
quality time with Abbey and took advantage of one of the small
rooms to feed her. The simple act brought them so close together,
but still left her with too much milk. She’d have to pump it out
soon or she’d start hurting really badly.
Boyd had closed his door by the time she got
back to her office, so she decided to take advantage of the
lunchtime quiet to pump the rest of the milk from her breasts. She
grabbed her bag, slipped into the supply room, and smiled.
A comfortable looking recliner sat in the
middle of the room with a small table close by. That was
thoughtful. She left the door cracked so she could hear if Boyd
called for her, set her bag on the table, and eased back into the
recliner.
It was comfortable. She unbuttoned her
blouse and dug out her pump. She efficiently opened her maternity
flap and swapped the absorbent pad for the pump. It pulled tight
when she turned it on and the small glass started filling with
white fluid. She closed her eyes and leaned back to relax.
“Angie, did you finish the…”
Her eyes flew open and there was Boyd,
standing in the door with his mouth open. They stared at one
another for what seemed like eternity. She thought he would bolt,
but the sight of her seemed to have robbed him of movement. He had
his eyes locked on her breasts, and on the milk that continued to
fill the bottle.
He finally shook himself. “I’m so sorry. I
didn’t realize… I should go.”
“Wait.” She hadn’t realized she was going to
speak, but her mouth apparently had a mind of its own. Just like
her body. “Just close the door and stay in here with me.”
She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but
she didn’t want this moment to end. He’d never allow himself to put
a move on her, but now the situation was right for her to see if
she could satisfy some of the tension that was building back up
inside her.
“I don’t know if that’s the—”
“Just close the door, Boyd,” she said
firmly.
He stepped inside and closed the door.
“Look, Angie, this is kind of—”
“Has anyone ever told you that you over
think things? Well, now they have. This is okay.”
Boyd smiled a little. “It feels like I’ve
stepped over a line. I can see your nipple.”
“Shouldn’t it be me objecting, if I felt
like it? Well, I don’t. In fact, I think it’s a good time to talk
about this teasing between us.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
“I’d like you to tell me that you like what
you see. I already know you do, but I want to finally hear the
words.”
He reddened. “Look, of course I like how you
look. You’re beautiful. However, I’m your boss. We shouldn’t
be—”
“You know Carl in accounting is dating his
secretary. I know you know because I transcribed the call where you
green lit them and set the company ground rules. That means the
same thing is possible between us. You don’t think I see how you go
through pretty young things? I think you need more in a
relationship and I’d like to have a chance to see if we work
out.”
Boyd licked his lips. “This is a really
strange conversation to be having while you’re partly naked. What
if it doesn’t work out? Our work relationship might never
recover.”
“There you go over thinking things again,
Boyd. You always deny yourself a shot at happiness just in case it
might not work out. I see how interested you are about the milk in
my breast pump. Would you like to try some?”
She could see that hit a nerve and he really
wanted to taste her milk. So, she made a snap decision and turned
off the pump, put a pad over her nipple, and closed the flap in her
bra. She unscrewed the bottle, which held a couple of ounces of
milk, still warm from her body, and held it out to him.
“Come taste it.”
For a second, she didn’t think he’d do it,
but he walked over to stand in front of her, took the small bottle,
and swirled its contents around. “I’ve always wondered what breast
milk tasted like. Kinky, huh?”
“Everyone has their turn-ons.” She watched
his expression as he tipped it back and poured a little into his
mouth.
His eyes closed and he smiled. A second and
third sip and he’d emptied the bottle. He licked his lips and set
the bottle on the table. “I shouldn’t have done that, but thank
you. I’ve dreamed about doing that since I was a kid.”
“I have some more, if you’d like it.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to pump more for
me.”
“I wasn’t offering to pump it. I think you
might like it even better from the source.” With deliberate
slowness, she reached up and uncovered her nipple. Milk beaded on
its tip and dribbled onto her blouse.
The sudden hunger in his eyes told her that
he wouldn’t decline her offer, so she gave him her sexiest smile.
“Suck my nipple and taste what milk should taste like.”
Boyd knelt in front of her and ran his
tongue across her nipple, catching the milk and making her gasp.
That one touch opened the floodgates inside her and she pulled his
mouth tight against her. The heat of his mouth scorched her as he
began sucking.
His eyes closed in ecstasy as her flow
increased, flooding his mouth. His tongue danced around her stiff
nipple, washing in the streams of milk. Her back arched in pleasure
as he began chewing on her gently. His hands shrugged her blouse
off her shoulders and slid behind her, finding her bra clasp and
freeing the girls from their bondage.
