Too Much Milk
Chris thinks he's alone in the office at lunch hour until he hears Caroline's low moaning. Concerned, he goes to investigate and finds his beautiful new coworker is lactating and has too much milk. She needs to get the milk out now, and there's only one way to do that. Is Chris up to the task? More
Warning, this incredibly wet 3000 word story contains lactation and hot M/F sex. Here's an excerpt:
Chris got up and walked quietly over to her. It sounded like she was in pain, and he was concerned for her, but also confused about the weird position she was in. She was wearing that pretty green dress today. He didn’t know much about women’s clothes and couldn’t have said what kind of dress it was, but the material was nice and light, clung closely to her body in all the right places, and seemed plenty sheer, enough that he could occasionally see the outline of her bra or panties, but only if the light hit the fabric just right.
He cleared the cubicle wall and got a better look at Caroline.
She was sitting in her chair, arching her back, pressing her chest forward. Her hands were on her breasts, gripping them lightly, and she was looking down at them with a furrowed brow, and moaning softly.
“Caroline?” he said, clearing his throat.
She jumped a little and her hands flew away from her chest and down to her sides.
“Ohmygod! Chris, you scared me, I thought everyone had gone to lunch,” she said.
“I had to get some work done. Are you- oh, oh shit,” he said.
Her dress, the pretty green dress, with her breasts in it, that she had been cupping and rubbing moments before, there were large patches of wetness over where he might imagine her nipples were.
“Are you… are you ok?” he asked.
She looked down at herself and made a comic grimacing face.
“Oh my god. Yes, I’m fine, thanks,” she said. “I’m just… Uh, I… lactate.”
“You mean, like, milk?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, with a tentative nervous giggle.
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