The office air conditioning hummed softly, a constant white noise that filled the otherwise silent space. The clicking of keyboards and the occasional muffled phone conversation were the only breaks in the monotony.
Fluorescent lights flickered slightly, casting an eerie glow over the endless rows of cubicles filled with busy bees, all hustling to get through their never-ending to-do lists.
Susan sat at her desk in her own office, her chair pushed aside as she leaned forward to support her large breasts on her desk. Her blouse was unbuttoned, her large breasts spilling out of it as she massaged each tit.
She winced slightly, her fingers working to relieve the pressure. The office was cluttered, the air filled with the aroma of fresh coffee and the faint, sweet scent of milk.
On the walls hung provocative paintings, their subjects nude and sensual, clashing with the sterile corporate environment. The paintings were inherited from the last employee to occupy the space. Her boss had asked her if they bothered her but she said she didn't mind something interesting to break up the conformity.
One knock sounded and the office door creaked open. In walked Taylor, her boss.
He was a man in his forties, his suit tailored to perfection, his hair peppering what used to be jet black hair. He had an air of confidence and power that commanded respect around the office. He paused in the doorway, taking in the scene before him.
"Susan," he said, his voice deep and authoritative. "Still at it, I see."
She looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Yeah, my tits hurt from all the build up of breast milk. I have to get the milk out," she replied, her voice strained. She had asked to go home the day before so she could pump but she was determined to stick today out.
Taylor looked down at the sight of her tits spread out on her desk, free from her thin blouse. He could see that his imagination had never done her chest any justice. Her erect nipples had him hardening in his pants instantly. Taylor couldn't help but imagine sucking on those ripe mounds, feeling her warm milk burst into his mouth.
He walked over to her desk, his eyes never leaving her exposed chest.
"You know, Susan, that gives me an idea," he said, his voice low and husky. "Have you ever considered... using your milk for the office? Think about it, anyone can have a sip when they need a boost, or some rest. Even during meetings."
Susan raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "You can't be serious. You want me to pump and offer my milk to my coworkers?"
He laughed, his eyes flicking back to her tits. "Not exactly. It's... such a shame that you should be in so much pain." He reached out, his hand hovering over her chest, before he gently cupped what he could of one of her heavy breasts. Susan's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
"Let me help you," he murmured, his thumb circling her nipple, drawing out a light moan from her.
"Boss, what are you doing?" Susan asked, her voice cracking.
"Just trying to make you more comfortable, Susan," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Your tits are so fucking full, I can see the veins practically bursting from here. You need some relief."
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
"Let me help you, Susan. I can make you feel so much better." His hand squeezed her breast gently, and she could feel the heat of his palm. She shivered, her nipples hardening even more.
He groaned, a low. "Fuck, Susan. You're so fucking sexy."
She leaned towards him, her breath coming in short gasps.
"You parade your fertile self around these halls like you have no idea what you do to everyone," Taylor laughed. "I'm sure you've heard about the merger and the new direction the company's going?"
He asked.
His voice was thick with desire. Her heart pounded in her chest as her body responded to his touch. He bent down, capturing her nipple with his lips, sucking hard. She moaned, arching her back, pushing her breast further into his greedy mouth. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around her nipple, sending sparks through her.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her hands gripping his hair, holding him in place.
He pulled back, leaving her nipple wet and glistening. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You taste fucking incredible," he growled.
"The new parent company wants us to double our sales numbers and they think that the women of the office should help with that," her boss said.
He moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. She moaned again, her hips moving restlessly seeking something to rub against. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see the hunger in her eyes as drank his fill.
He released her nipple with a pop and stepped back, his eyes taking in the sight of her. Her tits were swollen, her nipples hard and red from his mouth. He could see the veins beneath the skin, pulsing with her heartbeat.
"That's why I'm promoting you, Susan. You're going to be our first member of the Free Use Employee Program."
Susan's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. "Free Use Employee Program? What does that even mean?"
Taylor stepped back, his hands on his belt. "Exactly what it sounds like. Your body, your milk, all of it is now a company resource. Anyone who needs a break, a release, or just a taste, can come to you and use you."
Susan's jaw dropped, her cheeks flushing. "You can't be serious. That's... that's obscene."
He smirked, his eyes roaming over her body. "Is it? Or is it just another aspect of the new direction we're taking as a company? Think about it, Susan. You're providing a much needed moral boost for the sales team, the IT team, leadership and well... everyone.
And right now, I need a boost," he said. He unzipped his pants, his hard cock springing free. Susan's eyes widened at the sight of it.
"I need an office slut with huge tits right now so I can exceed this month's quota and I know just the whore."
He didn't waste any time. He grabbed her chair and whipped her from out behind the desk. She gasped, her eyes locked onto his cock which was now right at breasts level.
