Breastfeeding My Boss - An Erotic Story (Lactating Sex) Read online

  Titles by Lynn Mixon

  Lactating Sex

  Breastfeeding My Boss

  Breastfeeding My Pilots

  Milking Cookie

  Group Sex

  Flashing Hubby

  Pool Sharks

  Room Service

  Seducing the Pool Boy

  Speakeasy

  Hot Encounters

  I Had Sex With Elvis

  Undercover Lover

  Lesbian Sex

  Healing Hand

  Secret Santa

  Paranormal Sex

  Hunt, Prey, Love

  Public Sex

  Bridesmaid’s Pleasure

  Date Night

  Foot Loose

  Going for a Ride

  Lawyers, Guns, and Money

  Breastfeeding My Boss

  Smashwords Edition. Copyright 2012 by Lynn Mixon.

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  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?

  Breastfeeding My Boss

  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.

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  “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.

  Angie slid her blouse and bra off, only interrupting his feast for a moment. She considered keeping the pad on her free breast, but decided instead to fuel his desire. Looking straight into his now-open eyes, she lifted her breast and sucked her nipple between her lips. As full as she was, it wasn’t an easy task.

  Sweet, thin milk shot across her tongue. She’d tasted herself before, out of curiosity, but this was a calculated sexual act. She opened her lips and let a little milk leak out of the corner and run down her chin and neck. The look of pure lust on his face set her on fire.

  Their eyes stayed locked as they drained her of milk together. By the time the nipple in her mouth stopped spraying, she was panting with undisguised need.

  Boyd didn’t stop his attentions on her breast when he could drink no more. Instead, he began fondling her and kissing the rest of her sensitive tit. His free hand dropped to her knee, right beside the hem of her skirt. She spread her legs a little, giving him permission to explore.

  He rubbed his fingers softly against her skin, building the intensity inside her into a slow blaze. He watched her face as he slid his hand under her skirt and against the raised goose bumps along her sensitive inner thigh. The tips of his fingers touched her damp panties, sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit.

  “I don’t know if this is going to turn out well in the long run,” he said with a wry smile, “but I’m not going to regret this moment. Not one bit. I’ve thought about laying you down on my desk so many times.”

  “Then why haven’t you?”

  He ran his thumb down her slit, making her shiver. “It seemed too dangerous. I like you a lot. I didn’t want to ruin everything. And I had no idea if you were just being playful, or if you were really interested.”

  She reached between her legs and pulled her panties aside. “I’ve wanted to feel you inside me since I interviewed for this job. Feel how much I’ve needed this.”

  Boyd slid a finger into her heated, moist depths, making her moan and thrust her hips. His grin widened. “Jesus, you’re soaked.”

  “I felt like this on day one. I haven’t made love to anyone since the one-night stand when I conceived. Let me do the math for you. It’s been almost a year. I want you to make me come.”

  He slid a second finger into her depths and started fucking her slowly, using his thumb to brush up against her clit.

  She lay back in the recliner and spread her legs wide for him, lewdly exposing her sex to his gaze. “I’ve seen you watch me, looking at my short skirts. Sometimes, I’d bend over and see how far I could make it ride up. Show you my panties.”

  “God, it made me so hard imagining what it would feel like to bury my cock inside you. Those little red panties you wear played a role in several afternoon jerk-off sessions.”

  “Mmmm. You should’ve asked for a hand. Or a handjob.”

  He increased the pace of his fingers plunging into her and the inner buzz of her desire rose until she couldn’t think. She felt the tide of orgasm rising inside her as it lifted her up. She arched her back and groaned as her pussy clamped down on his fingers, massaging them tightly as she writhed and came.

  Boyd pulled his fingers out of her and sucked them into his mouth. “Mmmm. Just as tasty as I’d imagined.”

  “Then eat your fill.”

  He pulled her panties off and kissed his way up her thigh until his hot breath burned her pussy. His head had burrowed under her skirt, so all she could see was his movement as he started tonguing her. He mixed soft kisses, gentle licks, and play bites to explore every inch of her sex.

  All she could do was lay back and revel in the sensations washing over her. He knew just how to eat pussy. He wasn’t in any rush, which was a blessing because she needed this badly. He’d eat her until she was almost there, then slow down and let her fall off that peak. After the third time, she grabbed him by the ears and showed him exactly where she wanted his mouth.

  His lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked and chewed it until she literally shrieked with pleasure. She clamped a hand over her mouth, but knew she was still being excessively loud as she came. The orgasm was so powerful that it left her collapsed in the recliner.

  He rose to his feet, licking his lips. “Why don’t we head into my office? The soundproofing is much better in there. We wouldn’t want everyone to know I’m making you scream, would we? They might call security.”

  Angie laughed. “I think it’s too late for that.”

  He casually walked out the
storeroom door and looked into the main office from her doorway. “We’ll be in a private conference for a while. Do me a favor and take messages and keep us from being disturbed.” He closed her door and smiled at Angie. “See? All taken care of.”

  She shook her head with a wry smile. “You’re so sure of yourself. Take a look around the office when we’re done and see just how well you’ve fooled anyone.” She buttoned her blouse and picked up her bra and panties. She wouldn’t need to put these back on for a while.

  With a little lick of her lips, she walked past him and opened his office door. “Why don’t you get comfortable behind that big desk of yours while I fulfill a fantasy? One I bet you’ve had, too.”

  He took off his jacket as he closed and locked the door, hung it on a nearby hook, and made his way behind his big wooden desk. His leather chair squeaked a little as he sat. “Miss Rogers, could you come take some dictation for me?”

  Angie smiled seductively and walked over to the desk, putting an exaggerated sway to her hips as she moved. “Yes, sir. Let me get my pen.” She dropped her underwear and kicked off her shoes.

  She moved behind the desk, turned his chair toward herself, and knelt between his legs. She made a show out of undoing his belt and unsnapping his trousers. Rather than lowering his zipper, she leaned forward and nipped his stomach through his shirt, making him jump a little.

  “Don’t worry, sir. They trained me well in the secretarial pool. I don’t bite very hard.” She pulled his zipper down at a glacial pace. His manly scent turned her brain to mush and set her heart to racing in her chest. Her nipples tightened to painful little nubs and her clit throbbed with desire. She just knew he was going to have her screaming loud enough for her coworkers to hear her through the soundproofing.