Breastmilk for Lunch Ch. 02
Date: 22.04.2010
Keywords: Ch., 02, Breastmilk, for, Lunch,
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.
Keywords: Ch., 02, Breastmilk, for, Lunch,