Lactating Fantasies: 2 Dripping Wet Milk Stories
Mary Chi
Copyright 2012, Mary Chi
Smashwords Edition
Titles Include: Creamy Obsession and Milk Money
Warning: Adult Material…This story contains sexually explicit material. By opening this document and continuing to read, you are stating that you are of legal age to read this story. Every character involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
CREAMY OBSESSION, Mary Chi
The fullness of Sharon’s breasts caught my eye. Her lavender silk button down blouse hugged the curves of her body. Her newly swollen breasts were drawing my attention. I tried not to notice, but it was hard to look away. I knew it was wrong to even be focusing on her. She wasn’t available and neither was I. And still, there I was staring and fantasizing about taking a taste of the milk that weighted her breasts.
I made it a point to schedule time in my day, sneaking down and watching her expressing milk in the little private room. My life changed the moment I first discovered the pleasure of secretly watching her.
Sharon sat in the spare office pumping her breast milk for her daughter. There were shades for privacy, but if you stood at just the right angle, you could see her through the slim line of space between the door frame and the shade covering the window within the door. Her creamy skin was as pure as the driven snow, ivory and fair.
As I stood silently in the hallway, I held my breath, not wanting to make a sound. Sharon’s large breast was exposed, as she bent to pick up the breast pump from her bag I watched her tit sway with the movement. I shouldn’t be standing here, and yet I can’t walk away. I’m frozen in place, my feet glued to the floor unable to budge.
I watch as she lifts the breast pump to the table and shifts her tit so she can start the pumping motion. The milk slowly trickles into the bottle she’s filling, but my view has changed with her shifting. I quietly force myself to walk away before she finishes. I don’t want to get caught.
She pumps twice a day like clockwork now that she’s back at work. I try to watch twice a day, but sometimes I can only get here once a day. I can’t stop thinking about Sharon and her creamy breasts. I desperately want to taste her milk.
The idea of taking her full breast into my mouth and feeding from her fuels my fantasies. Thankfully I have a private office so I can stroke myself off without interruption when the desire gets too strong.
Sharon is a sweet girl, young and fresh. She has long strawberry blonde hair that she wears straight and past her shoulders. Green eyes sparkle against her ivory skin, and her lips are pouty and usually covered in a slick of apricot lipstick.
Sharon gave birth a few months back. Being an accommodating work environment, I had no problem setting up a place for her to pump her milk. I had no idea it would become a daily show for me, or that I’d get so much excitement out of the experience. The idea of watching a woman express milk, or even tasting breast milk never interested me before, though now it’s captured my imagination leaving me aching for a taste.
I finally stumble back to my office, my cock bulging solid in my trousers. I quietly click the door closed behind me, knowing I need relief with a quick jerk-off session. A simple turn of the lock and I’ll have a few moments to pleasure myself. I’m all ready unzipping my pants walking to my office chair, releasing the snake in all of its glory.
I sit stroking myself thinking about Sharon’s big tits full of milk. I imagine her catching me at the door and inviting me in. She’s shy, but excited someone has taken an interest in her big milky boobs. She plays on her shyness, and I talk her into letting me suck on those juicy nipples. She finally agrees, asking me to taste her and I hungrily latch on – and as quickly as I’ve started, I finish my masturbating fantasy and clean myself up.
Standing up, I tuck my shirt in and zip my slacks back up. A quick adjustment of my belt and I’m as good as new. There will be another show in a few hours, life is good. Every day is a good one these days.
I head down the hallway the following Monday and saw the small office wasn’t in use. Odd, wouldn’t Sharon normally be pumping now? I did a casual inquiry in her section and was told she called in sick. Oh well, no peep show for me today, there’s always tomorrow.
When Sharon returned to work on Tuesday, I made sure to pull her aside making sure everything was okay. “Sharon, I saw you were out yesterday, is your daughter okay?”
“Oh, yes she’s fine. Thanks for asking. I was feeling a little run down. I’m exhausted from waking a lot to feed her, and just not getting solid sleep. I’m sorry I didn’t make it in.”
“No worries, that’s what sick time is for – recovering when you aren’t feeling well,” I didn’t care for the sweater she was wearing today, it covered her goods. “If you need a little extra rest time, you can take a short nap in the back office you’re using. I’ll ask your supervisor to add in a small break for you mid-day if you’d like?”
“Oh, that’s so sweet, but I’ll be fine. I don’t want to cause a disruption. I all ready take breaks for pumping. Thank you for thinking of me.”
“No problem, maybe I could just get you a more comfortable chair so you could lounge a bit more during that break.”
“I don’t want to be a bother, but thank you.”
“No bother at all, in fact I’ll have them take care of that later this week. I figure you’ll be in there quite a bit over the next few months.”
Sharon smiled softly, “Thank you so much. I appreciate your being so accommodating. We really can’t afford to be a one income family, so my job is important to me.”
“Not another word. I’ll arrange for that shortly. Have a good day, I’d best be going. I have a meeting to attend.”
Sharon walked back to her desk feeling grateful that her work was so good about her needs. She knew not every job was like that, and it made the transition of returning to work so much easier knowing she could still pump her milk for her daughter. She was fortunate Jim was such a great boss.
In my fantasies I knew I wanted to lie in her lap and suckle on her big nipples. I wanted to make sure there was a large enough lounger so should that moment arrive, I’d have room to fulfill my fantasy. I had an order put in for a small two person sofa which reclined. This way she could curl up and nap and there’d be room for a bit of extra curricular activity.
I’d come off looking like a caring, concerned boss that looks after his employees, and should the need arise; I’d have room to rest my head in her lap, sucking on those big creamy breasts.
I knew it was a fantasy, but the closer I could get to it, the more I enjoyed my days at work lately. It was the highlight of my day watching Sharon pumping the milk from her breasts. I always looked forward to the unveiling of her breast and then that subtle sway as she leaned in to get her pump. It was like clockwork and excited me no less each and every time.
Sharon was a young woman in her mid-twenties with a slender body. Her bosom swelled to twice its size as her breasts filled. Her pregnancy seemed uneventful otherwise. She worked in one of our side offices and was a pleasant enough girl. I hadn’t taken much interest in her until I watched her body changing.
At first I found it delightful, she’s a lovely girl, but the more her curves filled in the more aroused I became. I never put much effort into thinking about Sharon, but when she came back to work and needed a private office for breast pumping something happened in my brain and groin that drove my thoughts from that moment on.
I went by one day to see if she had everything she needed and noticed the office in use. I didn’t think much of it until I turned to walk away and caught the glint of light coming through the slat between the shade and the door frame. I knew it was wrong to try to get a better look, but out of curiosity I leaned a bit this way and that until I got an eyeful.
I’ve gone back every day since once I learned her schedule. She pumped twice a day and I made sure from that point on my meetings didn’t overlap the best of my ability. Thankfully the office was a backspace that wasn’t a commonly used hallway, and the only time someone needed to come down this way was on a rare occasion. I could stalk her from the hallway and no one would be the wiser.
I wondered if she let her husband taste her milk, that lucky bastard.
I made my way to the back hallway knowing Sharon would be pumping shortly. I went to peek and couldn’t see anything. Damn, the door was shut, but where was she? That’s when I remembered my genius move about adding the small sofa in the room. Shit, her position must have changed. I messed up and lost my direct view.
I leaned in to see if I could pick her up at a different angle. Tripping, I fell smack into the door. Sharon jumped up to see who was at the door, shit, shit, shit.
Opening the door after quickly covering herself, she was surprised to see me tangled near the doorway. “Oh, can I help you with something?”
I stammered as quickly as I could. “So sorry to bother you; I didn’t realize this was when you’d be here. I wanted to quick check and make sure the new sofa was delivered and in place. I tripped over my own feet…so sorry for the disruption.” I was fumbling with my words, talking too quickly, and terrified I’d given myself away. This could get ugly with sexual harassment, shit, what was I thinking?
“It’s wonderful, thank you so much. I’m just in the middle of pumping here and should be done shortly. Did you want to quick check the sofa before I finish?”
“No, no,” I was flustered, “I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I turned away and started to walk down the hallway.
“Jim, please, it’s not a bother.”
I stopped in my tracks. “Well, okay – I just wanted to make sure it was the right product and that it fit properly. I’ll only be a moment, since you insist.”