Lactation Troubles at Work

"Another endless day at the office," I thought to myself as I sat behind my desk glancing up at the clock. It was only 3pm--nowhere near time to go home yet. I looked over at the picture of my wife and I from our wedding day. Her smiling face looked back at me, and I felt some of the happy memories of those days when things were new and exciting.

Life had gotten a little stale between us in the years since. I was in love with her, no doubt, but with increasingly stressful lives, children, and the endless repetition in our sex life, the time between our intimacies widened and widened. Honestly, it was sometimes difficult to even get aroused with her at all.

Looking at her face in the picture again, I felt bad. "After work today," I thought, "I'm going to be ready for her for a change."

For that, though, my body was going to need a little jump-start to get it to respond to her later that day. I lowered my computer volume, opened a private browser, and started looking for some inspiration. Soon my screen was filled with a video of a beautiful full-bodied teacher, gyrating her hips while riding an anonymous student's cock, her mouth open wide in a scream of silent ecstasy. My hand slipped below my beltline to join in.

I started to feel that familiar stirring in my loins as I flipped to a wanton mother-in-law teaching her daughter's husband how a real woman fucks. Warm fluid started to coat my palm as I changed to watching a buxom secretary deep-throat her boss from under his desk. Such absurd scenarios, but I'd certainly have the goods for my wife tonight.

My hand was clenched around my hard member when someone knocked on my door. Flustered, I quickly shut down the browser and stammered "Come in!"

In stepped my boss, Neeta, a South Asian woman about my age. I tried to play it cool, but I realized I'd forgotten to remove my hand from my pants. Neeta stood in my doorway, her long black hair tied up in a strict bun. Sporting heavy eyeliner, she looked at me with her almond shaped eyes and deep-brown irises. She wore a tight-fitting white silk blouse adorned with overmatched buttons, which were straining to ensure that the only view of her ample tits I got was the deep valley of her cleavage. I felt my cock harden in my grip and I prayed that my desk was disguising my indiscretion.

Neeta parted her wine-colored lips and said, "Hey, the copier is out of toner. Could you go down to the supply room and get more please?"

"Uh, sure," I managed. She paused, then arched a neatly threaded eyebrow, seemingly expecting me to move right away. "In a sec," I said trying to play it cool.

Her eyes turned suspicious for a moment, but she nodded and turned around to leave the room. Her skirt was so form-fitting that I could perceive the shape of her ass perfectly. Firm, bulging muscles curved down to a crease where ass met leg and long black tights emerged, gripping the contours of her fit thighs and calves. An image flashed into my sex-primed mind of Neeta bent over my desk with my dick buried to the hilt inside her. I had to yank my hand out of my pants to prevent myself from going over the edge.

"Shit, that was close!" I thought to myself as I realized I was now prepared for my wife later. I waited a bit for my hard-on to go down, then stood and went to find the toner.

Four floors down and through a quiet hallway was the lonely storage room. No one worked in this part of the building, with most of the space reserved for maintenance and HVAC equipment. The lights were already on when I opened the door and entered. I started wandering my way through shelves and old office furniture looking for the toner, which was kept somewhere in the back.

As I rounded the corner of the last row of shelves, I heard a throat clear behind me. I jumped a little at the sound and turned to see that it was Leah, a coworker in my department, sitting on a decommissioned office bench at the back of the room.

Leah was a work friend and someone who I had collaborated with on many projects. She was dependable and smart and had bailed me out of tough situations on several occasions. It helped that I found her smoking hot, although she was married and her interactions with me were always strictly professional.

Encountering her was surprising enough, but what I saw was even more startling: Leah had her shirt unbuttoned to her waist and her bra pulled down. On each breast was a plastic cup with tubes coming out of it and she held a small machine in her hands.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I gasped. "I didn't know you were in here!"

"Don't worry about it," Leah said casually. "I'm still lactating and our company is terrible about thinking of women's needs, so I sneak down here to pump every day."

I should have looked away, but I couldn't. I'd always found Leah attractive, but after she got pregnant her body went to a new level. Her hips widened and her pale skin and long blond hair gleamed. What's more, her breasts swelled up so much that even the maternity clothes she wore couldn't contain them well. She'd given birth almost a year ago, yet while her stomach returned to its previous shape, her tits retained their massive maternal size.

Seeing her there sent a jolt to my already teased member, which started to rise to attention again.

"Uh, I came to get some toner," I managed, turning my hips away from her.

"Sure, don't mind me," said Leah. She looked down and started pressing buttons on the little machine. She seemed frustrated.

I tried to refocus on the task at hand. I couldn't find the toner, so I had to head down the aisle toward Leah. She started grumbling and smacking the little machine.

"Maybe you could help me, actually," she said. "Could you come look at this pump?"

I walked over to her anxiously. Standing over her, I could see down between her heavy tits, right to the belly button on her soft stomach where her blouse was bunched. Leah looked up and her bright green eyes sparkled at me.

"Ok, hold this," she said pushing the machine into my hands. "Then press this button when I say so."

Leah moved her hands to the cups on her breasts and pressed them tighter onto herself, emphasizing the size and billowing texture of her beauties. "Ok, now!" she said, but when I pressed the button only a hissing sound came from the tubes.

"Goddammit!" Leah growled. "Ok, let me take that, and you hold these." She gestured to her bosom, arching her back a little to push her chest towards me to make sure I knew what she was talking about.

I hesitated, but Leah insisted. "Just go ahead, I really need to get this to work."

Entranced, I gripped the cups and held them in place. I could feel the huge milk-filled mounds ripple beneath my pressure. The sensation sent my cock straining to burst out of my boxers.

Leah adjusted the tubes and pressed the button on the machine, but again the sound of air was the only result.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "I have the Homewood meeting in an hour...I'm so full...it gets so painful." She removed the cups from her breasts and put her head in her hands in despair.

My view now unimpeded, I could see Leah's gigantic mammaries engorged with milk as they sagged down from her chest. Her areolas were dark pink and large, with long solid nipples that pointed slightly upwards towards the ceiling. Streaming from each teat was a small rivulet of milk, which traced a path downwards and vanished in the vast nether regions where her tits rested on her stomach. I was transfixed.

"If I don't get this milk out, I won't be able to make it through this meeting without leaking all over the place. It would be humiliating and blowing it today could cost me my job." Leah started to pinch and pull her nipples, which expressed larger amounts of her milk, sending it dripping onto the floor.

"Ugh, this is never going to work and it's making a huge mess," she said, looking back at me. My mouth must have been agape, because Leah's expression changed from upset to thoughtful. "You know," she continued, "I think you might be able to help me after all."

"Do you need me to get something? Call someone?" I asked.

"No," Leah said. "I need something else from you. I know this might sound strange, but my pump is broken and squeezing these isn't going to work fast enough."

She paused, then her eyes flashed with intensity. "I need you to suck my tits until they are empty."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "But your husband?" I stammered.

"He's far away. Look, this is all business, ok? I'm asking you as a friend. I'm asking you as someone who saved your skin with Keeler and that time we almost lost the Jakobi account. Please, do this for me."

"Leah, I...I mean, my wife..."

"Please, I'm begging you," she said, and she clasped my hand gently in hers. "I'll show you what to do."

She pulled me down to sit next to her and I went along with it, almost hypnotized by her pendulous knockers. Her other hand found its way behind my head and, with surprising strength, Leah lowered my face down toward her chest. She leaned forward and lifted a dripping teat up to my lips.

"Take it," Leah whispered. "I need you to take it." and instinctively my mouth opened and accepted her offering. Her hand became firmer on my head as she pressed her long, succulent nipple up to the roof of my mouth, while my tongue caressed the underside of her rosy areola.

The first shot of milk was powerful and I almost choked before managing to drink it down. She tasted earthy, but sweet. I craved more and started to suckle her, rhythmically, pulling the liquid from her overflowing mammary.

"Yes, that's good," Leah gasped as she squeezed her hand on her breast to maintain the flow. She closed her eyes and her breathing quickened. "They're so sensitive."

Thoughts of betraying my wife started to creep into my head. "What are you doing?!" I thought to myself, but nothing in my body was trying to stop. My lips and tongue worked her over as I desperately coaxed the milk from her body and drank it down.

"Help the other one too," she said, and I reluctantly released her from my mouth. To get to it, I had to partially lay across her body. This led my crotch to be positioned directly on her upper thigh and a slight giggle from Leah indicated that my erection was painfully obvious.

Soon after I started in on her other nipple, I felt her begin to squirm in frustration and I pulled away again.

"Listen," she said, "I have to admit that for me to really get my milk flowing, it helps if I have a little more, uh...stimulation." Leah unbuttoned and took off her blouse, then she removed her bra and pushed the hem of her skirt down. Through the almost transparent threads of her white stockings, I could see her light brown bush, shaved into a landing strip. She wore no panties, and a slight chasm in the stockings tantalizingly revealed the entrance to her womanhood.

"Just keep doing what you're doing," Leah said, again grabbing my head and leading it back to her bosom. Now, however, her other hand slid into her stockings and she began to stroke her clit.

"Mmmm," Leah closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Yes, drink it. Drink mama's milk. Suck mama dry."

The flow became noticeably stronger in my mouth.

"Come on," Leah urged. "Suck me hard." Her hand started to pick up the pace. "It's all yours now, baby. Don't leave a drop. DRAIN that tit. DRAIN ME!"

As the last words left her mouth, her body jerked and her hand started moving wildly. Then, she pressed her fingers deep into her slit and an orgasm rippled through her body. A burst of her sweet milk filled my mouth and I gleefully swallowed it down. She rode out the wave of pleasure and then I sat up to let her cool down.

Leah breathed heavily, savoring the moment. Then, keeping her eyes closed, she touched one of her soaked fingers to her tongue.

Her eyelids suddenly opened and she seemed to be peering right into my soul. "It's working," she said. "How can I ever repay you?"

Her hand slid down her naked chest, across her stomach and then began exploring my pants along the inner part of my thigh. She inched her fingers upward until she located the outline of my bulging member. Again, a voice in my head called out for me to stop, but Leah's animal energy was holding me in place.

"I think I have an idea that might help us both," she grinned mischievously. She deftly opened my belt and pants and plunged her hand into my boxers, freeing my cock at last, which was now fully glazed with precum. Leah gripped me and used my slippery fluid to pump up and down my rod.

I pulled away. "Now wait a minute," I said. "This is going too far--you can't touch me like that!"

"Look, this stays between us. Your wife won't ever know, and this is purely to help a colleague."

I stared at her while my mind engaged in a deathmatch with my body. "How is stroking my cock helping you?!"

"Ok, look, how about we just focus on these?" Leah said, using her hands to juggle and bounce her heavy breasts. My cock jolted at the sight, and I let my pants fall to the floor.

"This is just business, ok?" she winked.

Leah positioned herself on the bench flat on her back. She wiggled out of her skirt and slid her stockings down to her ankles. I could now clearly see the landing strip aiming right to protruding pussy lips that glistened with Leah's juice. A pulse of desire compelled me to bring my erection close to her waiting hole.

"That's for me," Leah said, reading my mind. "But these are for you."

Leah placed a hand on each side of her giant tits and heaved them up to the middle of her chest. She teased milk out of each nipple and guided it down into her cleavage where it pooled, invitingly.

"I have to be really ready for that meeting. I need something hard to help wring out the rest of this milk. As a friend--I need you to put that thick cock between these tits."

My mind lost the competition and my body now took complete control of the situation. I straddled Leah's stomach and pressed my bulging member right into her milk-damp cleavage. Leah pressed her breasts together and my cock was surrounded by the jiggling flesh.

"Do it," Leah encouraged. "Fuck these tits. I know you like them. You stare at them all the time. Now help me get all this milk out."

I started moving my hips, letting her creamy lubricant mix with my precum to aid my thrusts. "If I don't cum," I convinced myself, "This isn't really cheating."

Leah was pinching her nipples as she jerked me off with her massive breasts. Milk started to spray out and cover her chest and my face. I removed my shirt, trying to salvage it for when this was all over.

"Yes," Leah prodded me, "slide that fuckstick between my full teats. Fuck the milk out of me!"

I pushed into her so hard that my dick began to emerge through the top of her cleavage. Leah looked down and caught the tip of my penis in her mouth as I was thrusting upward. It felt so good that I let it happen again, and again, and then a fourth time. On the last pump, Leah sucked in with her mouth extracting a large amount of precum from the end of my member. It took all of my willpower not to cum right then.

"I love how you taste," Leah said licking her lips. "I want you to finish on me."

"No!" I protested.

"Do it," Leah urged, a fire in her eyes. "Shoot your load all over this mama's big milky tits." She enveloped me in her cleavage again and started stroking me.

"Please no!"

"Give it to me. I earned that cum, now pay up. Forget your wife. My huge, luscious breasts put hers to shame. Cover me. Let it all out. Paint these nipples, soak my chest, and leave a little for my face."

Leah looked right at me, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out to lasciviously wait for the inevitable. The feeling of her warm tits swirling over my rock-hard member was too much for me to take. My twitching balls prepared to blast Leah with everything I'd been saving for my wife.

With a flick of her tongue on the bottom of my glans, Leah sent me over the edge. I reached down and tightly squeezed my cock to try to hold in what I had intended for my wife, but I couldn't stop the first large jet of cum from shooting out of me right into Leah's waiting mouth. She closed her lips into a pleased smile as she lifted her tits to let them have the next blast. But just then...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE!"

Leah and I both froze. My grip become even tighter and my erection quickly receded from the jolt of pain. Standing in the storage room watching us was Neeta. How long she had been there was anyone's guess.

Leah went to speak, but her mouth was full and tingling with my swimmers.

"Aren't you going to swallow that?" Neeta said jeeringly.

With a shocked look, Leah gulped down my load.

"I sent you here to get toner half an hour ago" Neeta chastised, "And, Leah, aren't you about to have a big meeting?"

"Well, ma'am, you see, I'm lactating and..."

As Leah spoke, I looked more closely at Neeta. Her hair wasn't as neatly kept as before and I could have sworn she was wearing tights under that skirt. Was she breathing a little heavy? Regardless, despite the trouble I was in, I couldn't help but think that I was saved! I could go home to sex with my wife as planned!

"Enough Leah!" Neeta interrupted. Her tongue traced a path along her lower lip as she thought for a moment. In that silence, I realized that I could see the shape of her hard nipples poking into the silk of her blouse. It was evident that she wasn't wearing a bra, as dark circles were visible through the white material and even the pores of her areolas could be seen pushing into the fabric. On the floor behind Neeta, I could see the discarded tights lying in a heap. "What is going on?" I thought to myself.

"What happens next to both of you depends on how well you can follow instructions. I could have your heads on a pike. But instead, I'm going to help you out, if you do exactly what I say."

Leah and I looked at each other, nervously, in silent agreement that we had no choice.

"Lie back down on that bench," Neeta gestured to Leah, "Put your feet on the floor"

Leah obliged and I couldn't help but look down at how her pussy was slightly spread open in this position.

Neeta approached Leah and stood over her before reaching down to gently tease one of Leah's heaving breasts. Neeta looked at my member as it started to rise again. "You stay out of this," she ordered.

Moving next to Leah, Neeta pinched one of the mother's long nipples causing milk to dribble out. With the other hand, Neeta lifted her short skirt up slightly, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. Instead, I saw a patch of damp black pubic hair above a hardened protruding clit that looked like it had already received a good bit of attention. "Let me do this for you, Leah," she purred.

Neeta brought Leah's nipple to her clit and started using it to pleasure herself. She slid the leaking tip up and down her slit. White milk oozed over her dark love button, through the folds of her pussy, and down the insides of her thighs. She moaned deeply as she twisted her hips in rhythm.

"I want more of you, Leah. Touch yourself like you did for him."

Leah's hand started exploring the folds of her spread pussy. Neeta's cunt was leaking all over Leah's chest as she rubbed herself over and over with Leah's fleshy engorged nipple. I watched as the two women writhed and sighed together. The show brought my cock back to full attention. "I guess there'll be extra for my wife now," I thought.

Neeta started slowing down. "What's going on Leah? I know you haven't run out just yet."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Leah replied. "I'm not really that into women, so this isn't working so well for me."

"Fine," said Neeta, annoyed. She looked at me, then back at Leah, who nodded slightly.

"Take care of her!" Neeta yelled at me.