"Another endless day at the office," I thought to myself as I sat behind my desk glancing up at the clock. It was only 3pm--nowhere near time to go home yet. I looked over at the picture of my wife and I from our wedding day. Her smiling face looked back at me, and I felt some of the happy memories of those days when things were new and exciting.
Life had gotten a little stale between us in the years since. I was in love with her, no doubt, but with increasingly stressful lives, children, and the endless repetition in our sex life, the time between our intimacies widened and widened. Honestly, it was sometimes difficult to even get aroused with her at all.
Looking at her face in the picture again, I felt bad. "After work today," I thought, "I'm going to be ready for her for a change."
For that, though, my body was going to need a little jump-start to get it to respond to her later that day. I lowered my computer volume, opened a private browser, and started looking for some inspiration. Soon my screen was filled with a video of a beautiful full-bodied teacher, gyrating her hips while riding an anonymous student's cock, her mouth open wide in a scream of silent ecstasy. My hand slipped below my beltline to join in.
I started to feel that familiar stirring in my loins as I flipped to a wanton mother-in-law teaching her daughter's husband how a real woman fucks. Warm fluid started to coat my palm as I changed to watching a buxom secretary deep-throat her boss from under his desk. Such absurd scenarios, but I'd certainly have the goods for my wife tonight.
My hand was clenched around my hard member when someone knocked on my door. Flustered, I quickly shut down the browser and stammered "Come in!"
In stepped my boss, Neeta, a South Asian woman about my age. I tried to play it cool, but I realized I'd forgotten to remove my hand from my pants. Neeta stood in my doorway, her long black hair tied up in a strict bun. Sporting heavy eyeliner, she looked at me with her almond shaped eyes and deep-brown irises. She wore a tight-fitting white silk blouse adorned with overmatched buttons, which were straining to ensure that the only view of her ample tits I got was the deep valley of her cleavage. I felt my cock harden in my grip and I prayed that my desk was disguising my indiscretion.
Neeta parted her wine-colored lips and said, "Hey, the copier is out of toner. Could you go down to the supply room and get more please?"
"Uh, sure," I managed. She paused, then arched a neatly threaded eyebrow, seemingly expecting me to move right away. "In a sec," I said trying to play it cool.
Her eyes turned suspicious for a moment, but she nodded and turned around to leave the room. Her skirt was so form-fitting that I could perceive the shape of her ass perfectly. Firm, bulging muscles curved down to a crease where ass met leg and long black tights emerged, gripping the contours of her fit thighs and calves. An image flashed into my sex-primed mind of Neeta bent over my desk with my dick buried to the hilt inside her. I had to yank my hand out of my pants to prevent myself from going over the edge.
"Shit, that was close!" I thought to myself as I realized I was now prepared for my wife later. I waited a bit for my hard-on to go down, then stood and went to find the toner.
Four floors down and through a quiet hallway was the lonely storage room. No one worked in this part of the building, with most of the space reserved for maintenance and HVAC equipment. The lights were already on when I opened the door and entered. I started wandering my way through shelves and old office furniture looking for the toner, which was kept somewhere in the back.
As I rounded the corner of the last row of shelves, I heard a throat clear behind me. I jumped a little at the sound and turned to see that it was Leah, a coworker in my department, sitting on a decommissioned office bench at the back of the room.
Leah was a work friend and someone who I had collaborated with on many projects. She was dependable and smart and had bailed me out of tough situations on several occasions. It helped that I found her smoking hot, although she was married and her interactions with me were always strictly professional.
Encountering her was surprising enough, but what I saw was even more startling: Leah had her shirt unbuttoned to her waist and her bra pulled down. On each breast was a plastic cup with tubes coming out of it and she held a small machine in her hands.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I gasped. "I didn't know you were in here!"
"Don't worry about it," Leah said casually. "I'm still lactating and our company is terrible about thinking of women's needs, so I sneak down here to pump every day."
I should have looked away, but I couldn't. I'd always found Leah attractive, but after she got pregnant her body went to a new level. Her hips widened and her pale skin and long blond hair gleamed. What's more, her breasts swelled up so much that even the maternity clothes she wore couldn't contain them well. She'd given birth almost a year ago, yet while her stomach returned to its previous shape, her tits retained their massive maternal size.
Seeing her there sent a jolt to my already teased member, which started to rise to attention again.
"Uh, I came to get some toner," I managed, turning my hips away from her.
"Sure, don't mind me," said Leah. She looked down and started pressing buttons on the little machine. She seemed frustrated.
I tried to refocus on the task at hand. I couldn't find the toner, so I had to head down the aisle toward Leah. She started grumbling and smacking the little machine.
"Maybe you could help me, actually," she said. "Could you come look at this pump?"
I walked over to her anxiously. Standing over her, I could see down between her heavy tits, right to the belly button on her soft stomach where her blouse was bunched. Leah looked up and her bright green eyes sparkled at me.
"Ok, hold this," she said pushing the machine into my hands. "Then press this button when I say so."
Leah moved her hands to the cups on her breasts and pressed them tighter onto herself, emphasizing the size and billowing texture of her beauties. "Ok, now!" she said, but when I pressed the button only a hissing sound came from the tubes.
"Goddammit!" Leah growled. "Ok, let me take that, and you hold these." She gestured to her bosom, arching her back a little to push her chest towards me to make sure I knew what she was talking about.
I hesitated, but Leah insisted. "Just go ahead, I really need to get this to work."
Entranced, I gripped the cups and held them in place. I could feel the huge milk-filled mounds ripple beneath my pressure. The sensation sent my cock straining to burst out of my boxers.
Leah adjusted the tubes and pressed the button on the machine, but again the sound of air was the only result.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "I have the Homewood meeting in an hour...I'm so full...it gets so painful." She removed the cups from her breasts and put her head in her hands in despair.
My view now unimpeded, I could see Leah's gigantic mammaries engorged with milk as they sagged down from her chest. Her areolas were dark pink and large, with long solid nipples that pointed slightly upwards towards the ceiling. Streaming from each teat was a small rivulet of milk, which traced a path downwards and vanished in the vast nether regions where her tits rested on her stomach. I was transfixed.
"If I don't get this milk out, I won't be able to make it through this meeting without leaking all over the place. It would be humiliating and blowing it today could cost me my job." Leah started to pinch and pull her nipples, which expressed larger amounts of her milk, sending it dripping onto the floor.
"Ugh, this is never going to work and it's making a huge mess," she said, looking back at me. My mouth must have been agape, because Leah's expression changed from upset to thoughtful. "You know," she continued, "I think you might be able to help me after all."
