MILKY FUN WITH BRIGITTE
I sometimes wonder if I'd made a mistake when I hired my secretary Brigitte.
Not that she's bad at her job, because she really knows her stuff and often can anticipate what I need, before I even know I need it.
And her being fluent in English, French and Spanish has really been an asset, especially with a company like ours with offices all over the world.
Problem is she's just so cute and sexy that I just can't take my eyes off her, and lately I find myself staring at her a lot. But who can blame me. She's only about five foot four with delicate little curves, and nice full perky breasts. And she's got the most expressive biggest blue eyes I've ever seen, all framed with shimmering long, dark hair, that I'd just love to feel wrapped around my fist.
Like that's ever going to happen.
Lately, every time she bends over at my desk to show me something she's working on, my eyes, as they always do, instantly gravitate to her twins. But I've noticed she seems to have become even fuller in the last little while, and her girls look like they're spilling out of the tops of her bras.
Since I've been divorced for a few years, I don't feel too bad sneaking peeks at her tasty looking melons. But I know with me being old enough to be her father at forty-eight, my dark hair already greying at the temples, and Brigitte being a very vivacious twenty-five year old, that nothing will ever happen between us.
But a guy can dream, right?
Aside from our age difference, and the fact she works for me, I'm pretty sure she's got a boyfriend, that she's mentioned once or twice -- though I've noticed she hasn't said anything about him in a while.
Over the two years she's worked with me, we've opened up to each other about a lot of different things, so I figured she might have said something if anything was wrong.
But sure enough my hunch was right. She came into my office the next morning looking a little sheepish, took the seat across from me at my desk and told me that she was pregnant.
My eyes dropped straight to her big lush breasts. And now I knew why they seemed to be looking even tastier and so much fuller.
Remembering myself, I quickly stood up, went around my desk, gave her a one-armed hug around her shoulders, and said, "Congratulations! So when's the baby due?"
"Not for another six months." Her gaze dropped to her hands in her lap, and she quietly said, "But it looks like I'll be raising it on my own, because my boyfriend split with me as soon as I told him I was expecting. He said he's never wanted kids."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Brigitte." I stroked her back, trying to comfort her. "But if that's how he feels, maybe you're better off without him."
She nodded, took a deep breath and said, "Yeah, I know. I just never thought he'd be such a jerk about it."
Then when I sat back down at my desk, I noticed she seemed to be squirming a bit in her seat, like she was uncomfortable. So I asked, "Are you feeling okay?"
She smirked. "Actually, it's a little embarrassing."
"You know whatever it is, you can tell me."
She bit into her lip, and eyed me for minute, then she shrugged and said, "It's just that since I've become pregnant, I just feel so..."
"Maternal, protective, emotional, anxious?" I supplied, wondering if any of them fit, knowing that a woman's hormones could be off the charts when she was expecting.
She shook her head, grinning. "No. I've just never felt so
horny
. And I know it's got to be the hormones that are making me feel so needy that I can hardly sit still."
I could actually feel my eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, because I sure as hell didn't see that coming.
Then she leaned in and confided, "I don't know if you've noticed, but my breasts are already huge. It feels like I'm trying to stuff two overinflated balloons into my bras every morning. And they're just so sensitive, especially the tips. Probably because I'm already starting to lactate, so I've got to wear nursing pads, so I don't ruin my clothes with milk stains. And it's crazy, because I'm only going into my second trimester. But the doctor said not to worry, it happens to a lot of women, though not usually with as much milk production as I've got. I had no idea what to expect when I found out I was pregnant. But it makes me wish I still had a man in my life to take care of these urges, because I just feel so aroused all the time, its nearly driving me up the wall."
My cock lurched so hard in my pants I thought it would leap across the desk at her to let her know that it'd be more than happy to take care of her.
No one knows that I've got a bit of fetish about pregnant women, especially ones with nice big breasts that are so full they're nipples are leaking.
God, what I wouldn't give to see her with her clothes off, so I could get a look at those big luscious girls of hers, filled to bursting with mother's milk --
And,
with her pussy smelling like heaven, desperate for some action.
I've had more than a few dreams featuring Brigitte naked on her back, with me sliding between her legs, while I sucked on her big beautiful tits. But now that I know she's horny as fuck, and her tasty titties would make me want to come the moment I got my first lick at them when that warm sweet mother's milk slid over my tongue, I can hardly see straight, much less think.
Probably because all the blood in my body has just rushed down to my dick, giving me the biggest fucking erection I've ever had.
I just hope Brigitte doesn't notice, because she picks up on everything. Like if I walk into the office with a smile on my face and a bounce in my step in the morning, she'll grin and say, "Ooh, looks like somebody got lucky."