Emma woke up with a start at the sound of the alarm. She was very disoriented until she realized she was in her office. Her question as to who had tucked her in was answered as her boss walked in with a plate of food.
"Thank you, Nancy," Emma said, still a bit sleepy.
"No problem. It makes sense that you are tired, especially after a morning like you had. I heard that even Mr. Branson came by and was impressed."
"Really? I was in a bit of a rush and I was afraid I put in too much milk. He usually likes his coffee darker."
"I think you might be converting him. I brought you some food before I doubt you ate before passing out and you don't have much time before the marketing meeting."
"Right. Thanks."
Emma scarfed down the food, got cleaned up, and headed for the room the meeting was scheduled for. The goal of the meetings was more bonding than actual work. Each team had one a month. The company set up a buffet and while participation wasn't mandatory, it was highly encouraged. When Emma got there, that ops team was finishing set up.
"Hey Em," said Tyler from ops. "Need a hand getting set up?"
"That would be great. Just give me a minute to get ready," Emma said with more enthusiasm than she actually felt. "Where do you want me today?"
"I set you up over next to the coffee table. There wasn't a specific request otherwise, so I figured it made sense."
Emma gave a sigh of relief. These gettogethers were bad enough without having to be the main entertainment. She hated the contraption before her. It was officially called The Milking Station, but she always thought of it as the cow. It was basically a raised and padded bench that she laid down on facing the floor. The bench was long enough to go from her hips up to below her chest. Her tits hung free, like udders, and there was a place to rest her head and shoulders, with a cutout for her face, like a massage table. There were supports for her legs and arms so that she was effectively on her hands and knees, but fully supported. Overall it was fairly comfortable. That wasn't why she hated it.
She had a quick internet debate before deciding fuck it. She got fully undressed before telling Tyler she was ready. He helped her get into position and then strapped her in. Ostensibly, the straps were there to keep her from falling and getting hurt. She was pretty sure that they were there to keep her from moving too much. Tyler copped a generous feel of ass and ran a hand down her inner thigh, all under the guise of getting her settled in, but she didn't begrudge him a feel.
The real reason that she hated the cow was that someone went too far the first time she was in it, and she didn't protest, and now it was standard expectations. It could be argued that it was part of her job description, which is why she hadn't stopped it in the moment, but now she regretted it.
Tyler finished with the straps just as the marketing team started filling in. Here as well, her presence had increased participation in the lunch events. She didn't bother to look up, but it wasn't more than thirty seconds before she felt s number of hands on her body.
"This is one of the best perks we've gotten recently," said one of the guys who's hand was currently squeezing one of her ass cheeks. She thought that it was William, from performance marketing, but she wasn't sure.
"I agree," said a woman's voice, which Emma recognized as belongings to Darla, from creative marketing. "Although I do wish that employee engagement hired more guys."
She said it even as she gently caressed Emma's engorged tit. Emma thought about it. There were quite a few women in the company and she had to assume that a decent portion of them would have preferred having a guy instead of her, even if they did produce a different kind of cream.
Lunch went on. People started coming over and milking her for cream to go with their coffee. She felt numerous hands squeezing her tits, playing with her nipples, all causing the flow of her warm milk. The Milking Station felt so much more detached than when she did it. Almost like she was actually a cow. It was humiliating, even if there was a part of her that got wet because of it.
Then the first person stepped up in front of Emma. He lifted her head and she found herself face to face with Tom from the brand team's cock. This was the part about being in the cow she hated. Not that she minded sucking a cock on occasion, but if she had denied the first one, her mouth wouldn't be a free use receptical while in the cow. Nor would her pussy, as she felt someone get between her legs even as Tom started fucking her mouth. She had taken her skirt and panties off because if she was going to get fucked either way, she preferred but ty ruin them. The way she was strapped in meant that unlike a regular spitroast, she didn't move when she was fucked in each end, so they were each free to go as fast or slow as they wanted. Emma could feel her nipples leaking as she was fucked from both ends. She thought it was a waste, but there was no way she was going to ask anyone to clamp them, even if her mouth wasn't full of cock.
Before either of them came inside of her, Emma felt more hands grabbing her tits and milking her, which made her feel less bad about the waste. However, with a cock in each end and being milked, so with a discussion happening about the newest marketing strategy going on above her, she felt like an object. Tom shuddered and she swallowed the mouthful of cum he sprayed into her mouth. He was quickly replaced by someone else. Emma had a mini orgasm when she felt the third cock spraying inside of her, as it hit just the right way. Darla didn't seem to mind too much that she wasn't a guy as she straddled Emma's headrest with her skirt over Emma's head. While she had experimented with other girls in university, the size of Emma's chest meant that it was the main focus. She had licked her first pussy at work while in the cow. She didn't hate it, but again, the circumstances weren't great.
It took long for Emma to get Darla off than it did for most of the guys, but she got there eventually. By the time lunch was over, Emma's mouth, tits and pussy were sore. Her cunt was sloppy and dripping and her tits were still leaking. Her face was a mess as well.
"Hey, Em, how was?" Tyler asked when he came back.
"Not too bad, all things considered."
"Are you in a rush to get out, or can I take a turn?" Tyler asked hopefully. There was something about having her like this that was such an incredible turn on for him.
"Sure, why not," Emma responded. Tyler was always nice to her, and he had a large cock as well, which definitely factored into her decision. "But first, can you hook up the pumps? I still have a decent amount left in me."
Sometimes the pumps made her feel even more like an animal in this situation, but she hated to waste. With the machine rhythmically tugging on her nipples, she felt Tyler enter her from behind. Emma let out a moan as he stretched her used cunt even more. She hated how much it sounded like a moo. The day's worth of attention built helped her to build quickly to an orgasm. Finally, after only a few minutes, Emma started cumming and then Tyler added his own load to the many that were there already.
Tyler, after finishing, unstrapped her and helped her get cleaned up, even as the pump continued to milk her. When it finally finished, she headed straight for the shower. Street getting clean and luxuriating under the hot water for a bit, she got out and ate some more. It was hard to chew with a sore jaw, but she needed the calories, so she did it anyways.
Afternoon coffee was like the morning deliveries, except that people could serve their own milk. The look on Penny's face as she milked Emma told the coffee girl that she was on the verge of having her own orgasm. She was pretty sure that Penny was going to have an orgasm drinking her milk. That thought, plus the lingering afterglow from Tyler, had her in a great mood.
"If you are around late and still want to, swing by my office and if I can squeeze you in, I will," she whispered to Liam.
After her afternoon coffee round, she had a small snack and then cleaned her cart and prepared it for the morning. All of the pumped milk that was left from the weekend went into the freezer and the rest was prepared for the next day. She finished just in time for Roger to knock on her door.
"Come on in. I'll be ready in a minute. You can start getting settled," Emma told him.
He nodded and sat down on her couch and took off his shoes. She finished setting up the room, turning down the lights, lighting the scented candles, and putting on the relaxing music. Once everything was ready, Emma sat down on the couch next to Roger, but all the way at one end.
