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, konyaescort.org 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.”
Too bad that hasn’t happened in a while, seeing as I can’t remember the last time I got laid.
But now that she’d told me about what was going with her body, I was even more aware of her.
So, late on Friday when she came into my office to get me sign a few documents, and I noticed her wincing and rubbing her hands over her breasts, I looked up at her and asked, “Everything okay?”
She chuckled. “My breasts are just so full, they’re aching. And I know it sounds crazy, but I feel like I need to be milked.”
Before I could even stop myself I asked, “What does it look like?”
“The milk?”
I nodded, holding my breath, so that I wouldn’t start panting. I was already so jacked at the thought of her needing milking, I’m not ashamed to admit I was getting worried that I might come in my boxers.
Then holy fuck! I could hardly believe my eyes as I watched her reach into her bra, stroke her hand over her nipple, withdraw it and show me a few drops of pale white mother’s milk sitting on the end of her finger. “You wanna taste?” she asked, grinning.
Did I want a taste? Fuck, what I wanted was tear off her clothes and nurse on those big overflowing babies till I had her milked as dry as a freaking desert. But I just nodded my head, pulled her hand toward me, and licked the little drop off her finger. “It’s sweet,” I told, her, with my voice sounding unusually husky and deep, and a little shaky, even to my own ears.
Then she held my gaze for what felt like forever, while I held my breath, waiting to see what she’d do next. When she said, “Would you like to taste it from the source?” I swear I could feel my cock inflating like I had the fucker attached to a bicycle pump.
When I swallowed hard and wordlessly nodded, I noticed how hard her breasts were heaving, so I knew that I wasn’t the only one turned on by the thought of me nursing on her breasts.
But when she walked over to the door, I wondered if she was going to walk out on me, thinking I stepped over the line and gotten a little too pervy, licking that mother’s milk off her finger. But I just about shit when she turned the lock on the door and waltzed her sweet ass back to my desk, smiling coly as she lifted her little red dress over her head and tossed it onto a chair.
Jesus. When I got a look at her in just her little black lace panties and delectably overflowing matching bra, and sexy, sexy red high heels, I swear I could actually feel my cock lunging at her, she just looked so fucking hot.
Then she turned her back on me, lifted her long dark hair out of the way, and let me do the honors and unfasten her bra. Trouble was my hands were shaking so hard, I could barely undo the tiny little hooks.
But once I got it off and tossed it onto my desk, when she turned around and I got my first look at her breasts, I actually gasped. My ex had tiny tits, like two fried eggs — done over easy.
Brigitte’s twins, on the other hand, had always been a thing of beauty, looking so high and full and perky in anything she wore, especially nice, tight ribbed sweaters that really let me see when her nipples were hard.
But now, finally seeing her like this, with her magnificent breasts bared to my hungry gaze, I was speechless. Her nipples were huge, so nice and long and thick, surrounded by really big dusky pink areolas. Seeing those big hard nipples literally dribbling with milk right down her tummy and into her panties that were eagerly soaking it up and probably drenching her little pussy with it, too, was just too erotic to wrap my head around.
Mindlessly, I got to my feet, murmuring, “God, you’re beautiful, Brigitte.” Then I was wrapping my hands around each one of them, and I just went for it and suckled one of them straight into my mouth.
Wow! I don’t think I’d ever been as hard in my life. She just tasted so good, so warm and sweet, gushing right out of her tit and into my mouth. After I’d had a long, hard pull on her, I let go of her breast, smiled at her, and asked, “Feel good?”
She shivered, and murmured, “Mmmm, so good. But don’t forget the other one. They’re both so full they’re just aching konya escort to be milked.”
I stroked my hands under bountiful breasts, enjoying the weight of them in my palms, and I grinned and told her, “We can’t have them sore now, can we?”
When I went for the other one, seeing how much she needed and enjoyed it, and how turned on she looked, I didn’t hold back. I just opened my mouth wide and sucked that sweet, warm nipple as deep into mouth as it could go. And the more she whimpered and dug her fingernails into my shoulders, the more I milked her, tugging her distended nipple into my mouth and sucking it back hard.
I moaned at the incredible feel of breast letting up and releasing a steady stream of baby’s milk right onto my tongue. And I just drank and drank, like a greedy bastard, smiling at how blissed out she looked, shivering and moaning in my arms, as I suckled her heavy tits, like I owned them.
Seeing her eyes drift to half-mast, I couldn’t stop groaning as I nursed, going back and forth, from one nipple to the other, when I noticed her starting to thrust her hips at me. And I could hardly believe my eyes, when she slipped a hand into her panties and started to toy with her pussy.
Holy shit! This was so much sweeter than any dream I’d ever had. To be suckling warm, sweet milk from her big swollen titties, while she fingered her needy snatch, and my dick just kept growing thicker and harder than I’d ever felt it. It was like I’d died and gone to some kind of kinky shit heaven.
To help her out, I slid a hand down over her tummy and cupped her in my palm and began rubbing her slit through her panties. Obviously happy that I wasn’t ignoring her pussy, Brigitte mewled like a needy little kitten, and spread her legs open wider, so I could give her more of what she needed.
Then I really let out a groan when I felt her other hand cupping my erection through my pants, and I nearly dropped her nipple out of my mouth.
Now, this was really getting good.
Just to test the waters, I slid my thumbs into the sides of her panties and when she didn’t object, or try and stop me, I slowly began to work them down over thighs, till they were pooled around her ankles.
Oh god, you want to talk about sexy. Seeing gorgeous Brigitte with her big hard nipples leaking milk all the way to her belly, in just her heels with her panties down around her ankles, the smell of her sex filling the air, with her thighs parted. She just smelled so intoxicating, I knew I had to have a taste of her needy little pie, too.
But I just couldn’t stop suckling at her breasts, they were just so full with all that tasty, tasty baby juice leaking into my mouth, there was no way I could pull off her nipple.
So, I slid my hand over her pussy, shocked by how wet she was, my fingers were dripping from just one pass over her slit.
Then when I slipped a finger inside her, we both let out matching groans. She was so hot and so wet and so fucking tight, I knew I had to get my cock in her soon, or I might just die.
I could feel her hands working at getting my fly down, so she could get at my throbbing dick. So I had a pretty good feeling that I’d soon be living out my dream for real, once I had her on my desk with her legs spread open wide, just itching to be filled and fucked.
Finally I released one of her nipples and cupped her breast in my hand and gently squeezed, to try and see if I could get any milk out of her using just my hand. When it squirted right into my gaping mouth, I could hardly believe that I was milking my secretary’s tits, like she was Jersey cow, just full of milky, white goodness.
Talk about a dream come true. I’d always been a breast man, but seeing gorgeous tits like hers, dripping with milk that I couldn’t stop lapping at if I tried; just felt too good to be real.
Now all I had to do was tear myself away from her breasts long enough to get her on her back on my desk, so I could get between her legs and show her what she does to me.
But when she started to whimper, “Oh, please, Richard, I need you,” I let go of her nipple in a heartbeat, and got my clothes off.
She smiled as she looked me over, since I kept myself in shape with nightly trips to the gym. But when she looked down and got her first look at my cock, thankfully fully erect, her face really lit up. “Ooh, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?”
Right now I was, after what I just enjoyed with her, I felt like it was a foot long and about six inches around, she’d got me stoked.
I brushed a kiss over her full pouty lips and murmured, “How about we get you on your back on my desk, so I can take care of you.”
She nodded and scampered up onto my desk and pushed everything aside so fast, I could tell that she needed it really bad.
But first things first, now that I’d sampled her sweet, milky breasts, I just had to have a taste of her tight little pussy.
I sat down in my chair in front her, slid my hands up along her shapely legs and parted her thighs, and then I just stared, wide-eyed. She had the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. So pink and juicy, that I just had to have a lick.
When I swept my tongue along her swollen folds, right up to her clit, the way she started to quiver, I could tell she was really responsive, and soon she’d be coming all over my tongue.
I speared her tight little hole with the tip of my tongue, and gave her a nice little tongue fucking while I worked a finger around her sensitive little love button. And was she ever sweet, like warm, silken honey sliding over my tongue. I had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to become addicted to the taste of her, unless I already was.
I worked her clit a little harder, pushing against the out ridge of it with my finger, and she then really started to shiver. I had her coming so fast, and so hard, softly squealing and tearing at my hair, that I knew she was going to be fun to play with, if I could make her come this easy.
When I looked up, the sight of her tits still leaking and her full breasts heaving while her pussy dripped right down to her ass, nearly did me in.
So I slid a finger inside her, and as I worked it in and out, and then managed to squeeze in a second one, I rolled my eyes when I realized that she’d be the tightest fuck I ever had.
Then it hit me. I didn’t have a condom.
Fuck! Just my freaking luck!
I finally had Brigitte right where I wanted her — on her back with her legs spread, her tight little pussy dripping and just itching to be fucked, and I didn’t have a damn rain coat to wrap up my dick.
When she noticed I’d pulled back, she looked down at me and asked, “What’s wrong?”
I winced, feeling like an idiot, and told her the truth. “I don’t have a condom.”
She grinned. “Well, I know I’m clean, my blood’s been tested enough lately. And there’s obviously no risk of you getting me pregnant. So if you’re healthy, why don’t we just go for it?”
I nodded. “I donate blood all the time, and they always check to make sure I’m healthy. So I know I’m good, too.”
She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled into my eyes. “Then ride me, cowboy.”
I had my cock in my hand so fast, that her eyes flared. Keeping my gaze steady on hers, watching her anxiously lick her lips, I took hold of her around the ankles, and slipped her legs over my shoulders. Then I grabbed the base of my cock, gave her a little tickle with it up and down her slit, and then I nudged my swollen cockhead at her opening, gritted my teeth and started to push inside her. And holy fucking shit, you want to talk about tight, it was like trying to pry open an oyster using just my dick. But the way her needy pussy sucked me in, once I got an inch or two inside her, I was thankfully balls deep with just a few more careful thrusts.
“How does that feel?” I asked her, as I slowly pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in nice and slow so she could feel every inch of me filling her up and stretching her inside.
She smiled, stroking her hand over my cheek. “It feels really good.”
She didn’t have to tell me, taking her bareback was like icing on my already sweet as fuck cake.
I couldn’t have dreamed up anything this wild: finally getting to see her naked, getting to suckle her big, milky tits, and now sliding into her tight little cunt, with nothing between us but our juices.
At least I knew what heaven was like now, because I was living it with her.
And knowing that soon, I’d also be having the pleasure of coming inside her and filling her little pussy with a nice heavy load of my seed almost blew my mind.
“Thank you for this, Richard.” She said with a cute little grin. “I know not many bosses would go this far out of their way to take care of an employee.”
I just shook my head, chuckling, because I couldn’t believe that she’d actually just thanked me for getting this crazy with her, and fucking her on my damn desk.
Thankfully, with it being late on a Friday, I knew everyone would be gone by now, off enjoying the start of the weekend. So there was no risk of us getting caught. But as I bent and suckled a nipple into my mouth, while I pushed into her nice and deep, I wouldn’t have cared if the president of the company walked in now and saw us, it just felt so good to finally be with her like this.
I could feel her fingers tightening in my hair, as she started to shiver. So I slid a finger back onto her clit and worked circles around it to help get her off, while I sucked hard on her breasts, till I felt it letting go, filling my mouth with even more of her hot, milky sweetness.
I had a feeling since both us were enjoying this as much as we were, that it wouldn’t be a one-and-done. Not when she was this sweet, and seemed to be as happy as I was.
Damn, now I wished we’d hooked up sooner, and we could have been enjoying this for years.
I leaned up and kissed her again, and she smiled against my mouth, wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed, as she whispered, “I’d secretly always hoped that one day we’d be like this, but I just never thought it would happen. And I just assumed you weren’t interested.”