by Ana Thalia
Samantha opened a pack of paper towels. Giving each of them some towels, she spread most of the rest on the floor to soak up the mother's milk and cum. Then she cleaned herself up.
Jermaine dressed first, since he had the least to put on. She let him out the door, and started dressing. Deon finished next and gave her a quick kiss, before he headed for his office. Samantha quickly finished cleaning up their mess. All of the paper towels were stuffed in a plastic garbage bag, and tied off.
"I probably reek of sex, but nothing I can do about that," she said.
Slipping out, she locked the storeroom door. Jermaine's dolly was outside the Men's room. She frowned at the sight of it. The pretty blonde was hoping he was already long gone before she returned to her desk. So after dropping the trash bag off, she headed for her desk.
Everyone turned to gawk at her. Samantha's face heated up.
Oh my god, she thought. Talk about walk of shame. I can't believe they know. Were we that loud?
Avoiding their eyes, Samantha sat at her desk and turned to her keyboard and monitor. A moment later the front door opened and the delivery guy from another service entered.
"Hello, beautiful," Kyle said.
She smiled, bit her lip, and leaned towards him.
"Heeey, Kyle," she said, and then noticed jaws all around her drop.
Jermaine walked by her desk, heading for the door. He gave Kyle a high-five, which confused the other delivery man.
"See you tomorrow," Jermaine said, wagging his brows.
"Bye," she said, thinking, Oh crap. I've created a monster.
That made her think of his monster cock, and what it could do for her.
"So, Kyle, what do you have for me?" She smiled and caught his eyes. "I hope it's a really big package."
THE END
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Lactose Indulgent 3
"Shhh," Robert said. "They'll hear us."
"Shh yourself," Samantha whispered, voice strained as he thrust deep up her butt. "Ooooh, son of a bitch, that feels so… Ooooooh."
She was back in the storeroom. Just a week earlier she'd had a little ménage à trois with Deon and the delivery man. Everyone out in the main office heard them, of course. So Robert's admonishment wasn't unfounded. Still, it was damned hard to remain mute when someone shoves a long, thick cock up your backside.
"It's all good," Bertram said, taking hold of Samantha's face with both hands. He kissed her, and then kissed her longer, more passionately. "You are so beautiful."
"Aww," she groaned, feeling all tingly inside. Samantha never tired of hearing those words. The harried single mother didn't get out much. No time for much more than her job and baby. She had a nursing child, for Christ's sake. "Oh yes, baby, drink me up."
Bertram kissed a quick line down her neck, and right to her heavy, milk-laden tits. They felt so damned full. She was well past due for expressing. Her doctor was amazed by the amount of mother's milk she produced. As expected, Bertram sucked in a nipple and suckled long and hard. She felt the let-down, and milk began to flow.
"Ooooooh, that feels wonderful," she said, voice so soft and breathy.
Samantha originally went into the storeroom with Robert, for a little something-something. He knew about her little threesome the previous week, because that pig Deon blabbed. All of the guys in the office were very attentive now, and they flirted with new vigor. Her defenses were crumbling, getting weaker every day. She lasted four work days, but Dave nailed her two days back, and today Robert pushed all of her buttons, just right, at the right time. And there she was, taking it up the ass.
Bertram walked in on them while Robert was still suckling, so there was no getting rid of him. Samantha waved him in, and resigned herself to another ménage à trois. Not that she didn't appreciate all of the attention. It was just they left her a tousled mess afterwards.
At the moment, she was stripped down to just jewelry and stilettos. Her flower print dress was folded atop a shelf, but where her bra and panties were was anyone's guess. Robert started losing patience.
"Damn you're good," Robert gasped out. He yanked her hair, jerking her head back. "So fine."
Samantha groaned. She could feel the crazy setting in. Sex did that to her. Sometimes just flirting made her go crazy. Recently Samantha started worrying that she had a screw loose or worse.
"Ohmygod," she gasped out. The beautiful blonde glanced at the closed door. Bertram, the fool, failed to lock it. "Hurry. We… We don't…ooooh…. Don't have much time."
Samantha brought her hands up to either side of her tits, and squeezed them together really hard. Milk gushed into Bertram's eager mouth, but the other nipple erupted with a thick stream all over him. Totally soaked his shirt.
"Oops," she said, and giggled. Samantha thought that would teach him for being careless. Only, it seemed to stoke his fire. He ripped his shirt off, tossed it away, and unzipped. She wrapped her hand around his erection, stroking it to hardness. "Oh, you're a big boy, too."
Releasing his cock, she squeezed her tits again. Squirting hot, creamy milk, Samantha aimed for his face, and then sprayed back and forth down his body. She really drenched his cock and balls.
"Now you're ready for some hot loving," she said. He claimed her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. She thrust in her tongue, and started stroking his cock again. Her other hand fondled his hairy, now milky wet, balls. Robert continued thrusting up her butt. "Mmmmmggh."
Thwack!
"Aaiiee!" she cried, her right butt cheek stinging.
Thwack!
"You are so fucking fine," Robert growled, thrusting into her even harder and faster.
Thwack!
He thrust into her a few times, and then smacked her butt cheeks. Over and over. Robert alternated, so both cheeks soon stung like crazy.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Ooooh, yes!" she cried when Bertram released her lips to suck on her tits some more. "I'm so bad. Spank me! Spank me!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Shhh," Robert said. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Shhhh."
"Aaaggh!" she cried, starting to writhe and buck.
"I can shut her up," Bertram said, and pushed Samantha's head down into his crotch. "Suck it, baby."
"Pig," she gasped out, and swirled her tongue around the milk-soaked tip. The young blonde was really starting to like the taste of her own breast milk on the guys she screwed. She licked his dick clean, until there was no taste of milk, and then she went down on him. "Mmm."
Bertram buried his hands deep in her silky blonde tresses, forcing her up and down his thick shaft. Both he and Robert gasped and groaned, totally consumed with her body. Samantha was in heaven. In many ways, her little trysts were the best sex she's ever had. Stolen moments. Illicit sex acts. So taboo. So wicked naughty. Sometimes she felt like suck a wanton slut, but holy cow it was glorious.
"Oh my god. Oh my god," Robert started panting out. She wished he'd shut up and spank her some more, but it felt like he was close to finishing. "Yes. You're the best, Sammy."
She hated it when anyone called her anything but Samantha. Sam and Sammy were men's names, in her mind. At the moment she couldn't correct him, not with a mouth full of hard cock.
Her pussy was throbbing. Neither of them bothered taking her there, and she wasn't happy about that. Yet, together they were pushing her buttons. The sexiest sensations rippled through her overheated body. Robert's amazing cock was rocking her world, making her body sing. If he hung on just a little longer, then she might have a happy ending, too.
Samantha squeezed her anus around him, trying to stimulate both of them. It felt great, and after just a few squeezes she felt her body cross that magical line. The rush to climax started.
And the storeroom door open.
Samantha cut her eyes to the door, and they widened. Her boss. Colin Walker, the owner of the whole damned company, stood there gawking at them. He opened his mouth to speak, but turned and left instead.
Oh shit! She thought.
It hit her like a tidal wave of euphoria. Her body erupted with the most insane pleasure, and a second later Robert shot his load deep inside her. As Robert's thrusts became slower, more erratic, she sucked harder, bobbing her head, rubbing her tongue more vigorously. Bertram let out a half sigh, half groan.
"Uummm," she grunted when he filled her mouth with his seed.
Samantha swallowed just in time to receive another load, and then another. Bertram held her down on his cock until he was completely spent. When he finally released her, Samantha stood and looked around for her undies.
"Mr. Walker came in and saw us," she said.
"Oh shit," Robert said.
"I'm fucked," Bertram said.
"Actually," Samantha said. "I'm the one who really got fucked."
"I can't afford to lose this job," Bertram said. "I just bought a condo."
"I have a baby," she said, lifted a tit and squeezed it. I jet of milk squirt out at him. "I win."
"We're all going to lose our jobs if we don't get back to work," Robert said, buttoning his shirt. He never fully undressed. Really, of the three of them only Samantha was nude. "My proposal is a day late already. Jesus."
Colin Walker was the sole owner of their company. He was a dot com billionaire who sold not one, but two internet startup companies to major corporations for billions, and cashed out before the dot com bubble burst. Now he just managed his investments and made new investments through his company.
Samantha found her thong undies, but not her bra. That idiot Robert threw it somewhere, and she didn't have time to look for it. So she put on her dress and returned to her desk. Once again, everyone stared at her as she walked across the front office. Her desk was next to the front door.
You'd think I'd be used to the walk of shame by now, Samantha thought.
The office returned to normal for the next hour. She didn't give it a second thought when her phone buzzed, indicating an internal call. She answered without looking at the display, still intent on her monitor.
"Miss Hanson," Mr. Walker said. She froze, blood running cold. "I'd like to see you in my office."
"Y-Yes sir," she said.
For a moment, she just sat there thinking about what she'd do if he fired her. Was a few minutes physical pleasure really worth jeopardizing her job? Why couldn't she get a handle on her crazy libido?
As casually as can be, Samantha stood up and headed toward the boss's office. It was at the end of the hallway. He didn't have a secretary, but two beautiful young assistants. Well, Melanie had tendered her resignation. Apparently, she met a young millionaire and was getting married. She planned to work with her new husband after the wedding.
His door was open, so she stepped inside and stopped.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes. Close the door and sit down," Colin Walker said.
Colin was a young, fit fifty year old. His hair was more gray than brown now, but it just made him look more distinguished. Samantha, like all of the women in the office, had been crushing on him for as long as she worked there.
He was a notorious playboy and confirmed bachelor. Colin Walker dated pop stars and movie stars, not office workers.
Samantha sat in the chair before his desk, sat straight and forward, legs crossed. Her mind was all but blank with dread.
"I have a baby to feed," she blurted out.
"Excuse me?"
"I mean…I'm sorry, sir," she said. "I'm just scared."
"I'm not going to fire you, Samantha," he said. It was the first time he'd ever used her first name. It kind of surprised her. Then she noticed where he was looking. Where most men stared, actually. Her tits. "Are you leaking?"
"What?" she said, looking down. Yes she was. Two wet spots were slowly spreading right over her leaking nipples. If Robert hadn't lost her bra in the storeroom she wouldn't have that problem. "I'm sorry. I lost my… Ummm."
"Bra?"
It was kind of obvious. Her nipples were really poking out.
"Yes."
He looked more amused than angry. Actually, he looked rather aroused. When he licked his lips, she swallowed hard. Her heart hammered. It got hot and stuffy in that office and Samantha squirmed in her chair.
"So, sir, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, I do," he said.
She realized he was undressing her in his mind. Of course, he'd seen her naked just an hour earlier. He didn't have to imagine much, just remember.
"Um, what is it you want, Mr. Walker?"
"Call me Colin," he said. He stood up and moved to a spot before her, and then leaned back against the desk. "Did you know that I love milk?"
She looked at his lips, imagining kissing them, imagining them sucking on her already tingly nipples. Her eyes dropped and there it was. A big bulge in his crotch. Her boss wasn't even trying to hide his tented pants. The young blonde crossed her legs the other way and squeezed, getting even more hot and tingly down there.
"Oh. Who doesn't?" she said, and giggled nervously. "It's quite refreshing."
"Yes, especially fresh mother's milk."
Samantha sighed, her body all a-tingle. She felt warm wetness spread between her legs, but wasn't sure if her legendary crazy was taking over, or she really got that horny, that fast.
"Wow," she said breathily. Standing, she held his eyes and unzipped her dress. "I just happen to have some of the freshest milk around."
"So I've heard," he said, reaching out to cup her tits through her dress. "So big and firm. You might even be able to sake my thirst."
Her dress hit the floor, puddling around her feet. His eyes and hands were all over her boobs in a flash. Colin pulled her close, kissing her shoulder and neck first, and then claiming her lips. Samantha was impressed by his restraint; because it was obvious he really wanted to go straight to her tits.
"Oh, Colin," she purred, running her fingers through his hair.
Her billionaire boss kissed his way down her neck. Samantha's back bowed, head rolled back, and she sighed when he finally reached her tits. The let-down started even before he reached her shoulders, and she was already leaking before coming into the office.
"Your breasts are gorgeous," he said, and then smothered them with kisses.
Samantha writhed, moaning and groaning, while he fondled and motorboated her tits. His face was wet with milk, which was slowly dripping off her tits and rolling down her belly. His rough hands squeezed so hard, forcing milk out. Soon, the front of his shirt was soaked. Colin didn't seem to mind.
"Oh!" she cried when he nipped her nipple with his sharp teeth. "Be gentle, baby."
Colin wrapped both hands around one tit, and squeezed milk straight into his face. They both cried out as her hot, creamy milk splattered, drenching them both. He quickly sucked that nipple in, and did a remarkably good job suckling right off. It usually took guys a little longer to figure it out.
"You've done this before," she whispered, her body trembling with pent up need and desire. His hands and lips were driving her crazy. Samantha pressed closer, lifting one knee and grinding her achy pussy against his hard bulge. "You really are a milk lover."
"About ten years ago I kept a pair of…um…milk maids at my house," he said. "They were really maids, but they also nursed me through a few years."
"Good thing you're not lactose intolerant," she said, and squeezed her other tit. Milk squirted straight up, and came back down on them. "Because I'm very indulgent with my creamy goodness."
She unzipped him, pulled out his erection, and impaled herself.
"Ooooh, yes," Samantha whispered. She tensed, loving the feel of him entering her, stretching her out. Filling her up as she slid down, down, down his long pole. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
"You don't waste time," Colin said. "I like that. A lot."
He rolled her over onto the desk, and Samantha wrapped her long legs around him. Colin started thrusting with enthusiasm. She took both tits in hand, and squeezed milk all o
ver him. Squirt, squirt, squirt, and it all came raining back on her. Lactating sex was so messy.
He grabbed her tits with both hands, his thumbs strumming her leaking nipples. The sexiest sensations rippled through her overheated body.
"Yes. Yes," she whispered, rocking her head. He was thrusting the full length of his cock into her, hard and fast. Every thrust jolted her body, forcing out another gasping, "Yes."
Fondling, fucking, suckling, Colin pushed her closer and closer. She started bucking, her pussy tightening around his cock. The rush to climax quickly consumed her, making her feel desperate, needy. She dug her nails in as he pushed her to the very brink.
"Oh my god!" she cried, and her body erupted. He kept on thrusting, making it ten times, a hundred times better. "Yes! Yes!"
"Aaagh!" he cried. The blonde beauty felt him flooding her vagina with his potent seed. It was such a heady feeling. Colin trembled and sighed. "Oh man."
"You're the man, baby," she whispered, huffing and puffing. "Do it again."
"I wish!" he said, slowly pulling away. "But I have work to do."
"Awww. You're the boss, make someone else do it."
He chuckled. "I wish. Some things require the boss." He winked at her. "But you can have the rest of the day off, with pay."
"Hey! I can go shopping," she said, and giggled. The crazies still mostly controlled her. Samantha needed a few minutes to regain full control of herself.
"Not a bad idea," he said. "If I bought you things, say lingerie, would you wear it to work for me?"
"This isn't a onetime thing?"
"Oh no, I plan to spend a lot of time with you, my dear," Colin said.
She got all warm and fuzzy inside. "Then I'll wear anything you like."
~**~**~
"Samantha Jo Hanson," she said, handing her invitation to the butler. The dour middle-aged man looked it over skeptically, but then stepped aside and motioned her inside. "Mr. Walker invited me to a pool party."
She could hear the music drifting over the oceanside mansion. There had to be two dozen very expensive cars in the driveway, and even more much older, less expensive cars. Samantha had a feeling the drivers of the latter were like herself, young single women.