Milking Assistant
Chapter 2
Jack stared at the computer monitor; his mouth partially open. He reread the email that Jess had sent to him, just to make sure that he hadn't imagined her words.
I'm going to need you to work late every day this week.
Jack slowly shook his head, letting the implication of her words sink in. There was only one thing that she could have meant. Jess wanted him to help her with her milk again.
Or maybe even more.
Jack reached down and rearranged himself, his cock becoming uncomfortably hard while thinking about the email. He quickly closed the window and looked around the office, confirming that no one had been looking at his screen, potentially seeing Jess' message. His stomach fluttered, both excited and nervous about the new relationship in his life. If it could even be called a relationship.
His love life left a lot to be desired these days, but only since moving to the city. Jack's last relationship, with Amanda, had lasted the better part of three years, the longest relationship of Jack's life. They loved each other, had similar interests, even liked the same movies; but within the first few months Jack knew that it probably wouldn't work out.
They were completely incompatible sexually. Jack liked to be active in the bedroom, exploring new ideas and dynamics; Amanda liked the lights off and missionary.
Helping Jess with her engorgement was the first truly kinky thing that Jack had ever been allowed to participate in; and it had been with an incredibly hot woman. Jack closed his eyes, remembering the taste of her milk, the feeling of her nipple in his mouth, and the way her milk dripped from her breasts as he jerked off.
Jack rearranged his pants again; at this rate he would need to go and let off some steam just to concentrate on his work. He put his headphones into his ears and selected some music to listen to. His theory was that if he focused on his work, his erection would go away, and the end of the day would seem to arrive sooner.
His plan had worked, before long he checked his watch and saw that it was almost lunch time already, the end of the day getting within reach.
Jack pushed himself away from his desk, taking his headphones out as his chair rolled across the floor. He stood and began walking towards the kitchen when Jess suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Oh, hi." Jack said, willing his cock to stay flaccid.
"Have you been doing work on the Smith file?" Jess said, firmly.
"Uh, yesterday I did. Why?" Jack replied, nervously.
Jess' shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh.
"Well, that file is a mess, we need to have a chat. My office, please." Jess said, her arm raising and directing him across the office floor.
Jack's face flushed, he thought he had done good work on the Smith file, he couldn't think of anything that could be wrong. Definitely nothing that would require a telling off. He walked through the doorway to Jess' office and took a seat in front of her desk. Jess walked in a moment later, closing the door behind her.
"Jack." She said, as she stared closing the blinds between her office and the rest of the building. "I wanted to thank you again for helping me last night."
Jack watched her pulling the blinds closed, still unsure if he was actually in trouble of not. He watched her reaching for the cord, her blue dress rising up the back of her legs each time.
"Ah, that's okay." Jack replied, confused.
"And I want you to know, what happened is completely between the two of us." Jess said, sitting in her chair on the opposite side of the desk. "You don't have to worry about being treated differently to the rest of the staff."
"Oh, sure, that's fine." Jack stammered.
"That arrangement is completely separate to work. Are we on the same page?"
"Absolutely." Jack said, nodding with enthusiasm.
"Good to hear." Jess said, leaning forward. "Because I was wondering if you'd be interested in helping me again."
Jack's cock sprang to life instantly as he realized why Jess had closed all the blinds.
"This isn't about the Smith file, is it?" He said.
"No, Jack, I don't care about the Smith file in the slightest."
"You want help now? In here?"
"That's right, this piece of shit is still broken." Jess said, pushing her breast pump with the back of her hand. "I fed on my left breast this morning, but my right one is engorged; and without a pump I'm kind of stuck."
Jack shuffled in his seat, his erection trying to form a tent in his pants. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This sexy, busty woman was asking him to suck on her nipple again. He was trying to calm himself down, hoping not to reveal how excited the prospect made him, while sounding eager enough to show interest.
"Absolutely!" He blurted out. "If that's what you want."
"It's not what I want, but what I need, Jack. I need you to know that if you say no, nothing bad will happen to you, this is completely up to you." Jess said, trying to reassure him.
"No that's fine, I'm happy to help. But what if someone comes in?"
"No one will, they think you are in trouble, they will steer clear." Jess said, smiling. "And the door is locked."
Jack looked around the office, trying to see if there was any other way for people to see them, but came up empty. His hands shook slightly, quivering with excitement.
"Okay, sure. I'm in." He said, smiling across the desk.
"Thank god, I'm bursting here." Jess said, returning his smile.
"How should we do it?" Jack asked, looking around the office once more.
"Well, I don't have a couch here, so we are going to have to improvise." Jess said, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. "I think if I sit here, and you kneel on the ground next to my chair, we will be close to the right height."
Jack stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, more than ready to help his boss out. He watched Jess' hands make their way down her shirt, picking away at each button, revealing more of her chest with every movement.
"Well then." Jess said, looking at the tent in Jack's pants. "I guess you're telling the truth about wanting to help."