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December 15, 2005


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Breastmilk for Lunch

By Sexxy Vixen

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.


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.

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