Breastfeeding My Boss - An Erotic Story (Lactating Sex) by Lynn Mixon Page B

some?”
    She could see that hit a nerve and he really
wanted to taste her milk. So, she made a snap decision and turned
off the pump, put a pad over her nipple, and closed the flap in her
bra. She unscrewed the bottle, which held a couple of ounces of
milk, still warm from her body, and held it out to him.
    “Come taste it.”
    For a second, she didn’t think he’d do it,
but he walked over to stand in front of her, took the small bottle,
and swirled its contents around. “I’ve always wondered what breast
milk tasted like. Kinky, huh?”
    “Everyone has their turn-ons.” She watched
his expression as he tipped it back and poured a little into his
mouth.
    His eyes closed and he smiled. A second and
third sip and he’d emptied the bottle. He licked his lips and set
the bottle on the table. “I shouldn’t have done that, but thank
you. I’ve dreamed about doing that since I was a kid.”
    “I have some more, if you’d like it.”
    “I wouldn’t ask you to pump more for
me.”
    “I wasn’t offering to pump it. I think you
might like it even better from the source.” With deliberate
slowness, she reached up and uncovered her nipple. Milk beaded on
its tip and dribbled onto her blouse.
    The sudden hunger in his eyes told her that
he wouldn’t decline her offer, so she gave him her sexiest smile.
“Suck my nipple and taste what milk should taste like.”
    Boyd knelt in front of her and ran his
tongue across her nipple, catching the milk and making her gasp.
That one touch opened the floodgates inside her and she pulled his
mouth tight against her. The heat of his mouth scorched her as he
began sucking.
    His eyes closed in ecstasy as her flow
increased, flooding his mouth. His tongue danced around her stiff
nipple, washing in the streams of milk. Her back arched in pleasure
as he began chewing on her gently. His hands shrugged her blouse
off her shoulders and slid behind her, finding her bra clasp and
freeing the girls from their bondage.
    Angie slid her blouse and bra off, only
interrupting his feast for a moment. She considered keeping the pad
on her free breast, but decided instead to fuel his desire. Looking
straight into his now-open eyes, she lifted her breast and sucked
her nipple between her lips. As full as she was, it wasn’t an easy
task.
    Sweet, thin milk shot across her tongue.
She’d tasted herself before, out of curiosity, but this was a
calculated sexual act. She opened her lips and let a little milk
leak out of the corner and run down her chin and neck. The look of
pure lust on his face set her on fire.
    Their eyes stayed locked as they drained her
of milk together. By the time the nipple in her mouth stopped
spraying, she was panting with undisguised need.
    Boyd didn’t stop his attentions on her
breast when he could drink no more. Instead, he began fondling her
and kissing the rest of her sensitive tit. His free hand dropped to
her knee, right beside the hem of her skirt. She spread her legs a
little, giving him permission to explore.
    He rubbed his fingers softly against her
skin, building the intensity inside her into a slow blaze. He
watched her face as he slid his hand under her skirt and against
the raised goose bumps along her sensitive inner thigh. The tips of
his fingers touched her damp panties, sending jolts of electricity
straight to her clit.
    “I don’t know if this is going to turn out
well in the long run,” he said with a wry smile, “but I’m not going
to regret this moment. Not one bit. I’ve thought about laying you
down on my desk so many times.”
    “Then why haven’t you?”
    He ran his thumb down her slit, making her
shiver. “It seemed too dangerous. I like you a lot. I didn’t want
to ruin everything. And I had no idea if you were just being
playful, or if you were really interested.”
    She reached between her legs and pulled her
panties aside. “I’ve wanted to feel you inside me since I
interviewed for this job. Feel how much I’ve needed