All characters involved in this story are above the age of 18.
Female POV • Lactation • Aphrodisiac • Boss x Employee • Dirty Talk • Cheating
2:57pm
Three minutes until my weekly 1-on-1.
“You can’t keep doing this, Whitney! Have some self-control!” I chastise myself in the sink mirror, paying close attention to my flushed face and nipples protruding against my white, button-down blouse.
The cold water running onto my hands is the only thing keeping my mind off the saturated red thong beneath my skirt, my arousal beginning to overflow down my thighs.
Fuck... this is already the third pair I’ve soaked through today! He knew what he was doing pushing our 1-on-1 back, didn’t he?! Damn it, I really am turning into some kind of nympho or something! I grab a fistful of paper towels and wipe my hands before hastily exiting the bathroom.
I quickly gather my laptop from the table outside the restroom and make my way over to Atlantic Conference Room, fluffing my collar, trying to alleviate the overwhelming hot flash coming over me. I walk like I’m on a mission, praying that no one suspects anything. This feeling my body’s been experiencing has been going on for a couple of months now...
Ever since I started taking Bertamurix, my body has been constantly aroused and insatiable to the point where it’s been affecting my day-to-day. Sure, it was manageable when I was working hybrid, but five days in the office is like playing the game on expert mode!
All I wanted when my doctor prescribed me these new meds was to get rid of the aches and pains, dull the effects of my anxiety and depression, and yes...increase my sex drive a little bit.
They advertised the drug on TV as a miracle, all-in-one pill for women in their 40s and 50s...but as anyone else who works in pharma can tell you, these “miracle drugs” ALWAYS have side effects.
Just look at me: My libido has shot through the fucking roof! I feel like I’m becoming some sort of nympho pervert with how often I’ve been masturbating. My breasts have swelled three full cup sizes and what’s more, I’ve even started LACTATING when they’re stimulated… and with how sensitive they’ve become… It’s been a challenge hiding that!
UGH! What a mess! But I’ve tried every other med under the sun and it’s the only one that truly works for me...
People have been commenting on my weight loss since returning to the office full-time, asking what my secret is. I tell them that I’ve just been hitting the gym and sticking to my workout routine… I’m just like every exec at this God-forsaken company—an expert at lying straight to my colleagues’ faces.
The truth is every time I get home from the office, I lock myself in my apartment, strip out of my work clothes, grab my favorite toys, and pleasure myself for hours on end, cumming over and over again till I’m a panting, exhausted, dripping mess!
Those nights when I really get into a mood, I completely forget about dinner—scratching the itch being far more important and leapfrogging everything else in priority.
Thankfully no one has found out about my body’s reaction to Bertamurix... that is, except for one person… My boss Frank, the Director of Operations.
See, Frank isn’t the smartest guy in the world in terms of technical skills, but he notices things others don’t. He knows how to read people well, and I’ll be honest he is VERY attractive with his 6’2 frame, toned figure, and bright, charismatic smile that gives even the most stuck-up women at our office butterflies!
He, of course, used those traits to climb his way up the ladder to director within the company even though I was always the stronger individual contributor.
I didn’t mean to become the “other woman” that day, all those months ago… it just kind of happened. He had just come back from a liquid lunch with the leadership team; I was beyond pent up on my third week of taking Bertamurix.
One moment we were in the conference room going over my goals for the quarter, when our legs subtly touched… the next I was topless in his lap, making out with him like a horny teenager… the next I was seeing stars, bent over the desk, writhing with my nipples leaking, as he buried his hot load deep inside me.
Fuck I could really REALLY use that right now!
I arrive outside of Atlantic Conference Room, looking down at the time displayed on my phone screen:
3:00 pm
And without skipping a beat, I swiftly open the doors, all but ready to pounce Frank… but that’ll have to wait!
“Oh! Hello, Whitney!” he turns to me smiling along with our Director of R&D, Bill.
“I’m SO sorry, would you mind giving Bill and I a few more minutes? This is critical for the quarter… I’ll come grab you in less than five.” He winks at me with those damn hypnotic blue eyes, and chiseled jaw.
Fucking tease! C’mon!
Oh, he knows what he’s doing! Making me wait when he knows I’m all pent up and dripping for him!
“Y-Yeah...that’s no problem!” my voice getting higher than usual at the end, making my response sound sing-songy before closing the sliding door.
Yeah, no problem, my ass! I already didn’t want anyone to see me or for God’s sake have anyone come up to me and make small talk.
I mean look at me: awkwardly standing outside the conference room, flushed and anxious, labored breathing, my nipples hard enough to stab through my bra and show through my blouse! I’m a Principal Engineer, but right now, I’m just Frank’s obsessive mistress!
I constantly peer down at my phone, time all but standing still. With each minute going by, my body gets tenser and needier. My thighs clench hard against each other, sore from trying to hide the arousal leaking down them all afternoon.
I would’ve been fine if he had just cancelled our 1-on-1. I would’ve just waited until I got home to “relieve” myself, but just knowing that he was going to eventually give me that sweet release that I need was making me fiend for him!
Frank knew that, of course, and had been toying with me all day, casually pushing back our 1-on-1 twice today, both times minutes before they were scheduled. Of course he did that the same day he told me to wear it. He’s been getting a little cocky with teasing me lately, and it’s been working like a charm, though I hate to admit it!
Minute after minute goes by, each one making me more and more frustrated. He’s dragging this out on purpose! I know he is! By 3:10 my fingernails are digging into my sweaty palms, with my feet flexing and toes curling in my heels with impatient anticipation.
I can hardly take it. I’ve already cum thrice today, but it’s just not the same on my own! I need Frank now! I need to cum again! And I need to cum while he’s sliding his thick cock deep inside of me!
SLIDE! The conference room door crashes open.
“Oh my god!” Frank pats Bill on the back. “We’ll have to hit the course next weekend! If your putting is really as bad as you say it is, I may actually win for the first time ever!”
“You wish, Frank! You know my drink order when I kick your ass again! Sorry we ran over, Whitney. You know Mr. PowerPoint over here, can never shut his big yap!” he says, pointing a thumb to my silver fox of a boss.
“Oh, give him a break, Bill! By the way, Frank, it’s a Moscow mule with Tito’s and extra lime!” I say, winking and feeling proud of myself for holding it together.
Bill points a finger at me to symbolize I’m correct and then starts walking back towards his office, “Have a good weekend! Talk Monday!”
Frank gives me a cocky little smirk once Bill’s out of sight, studying me, admiring the pent-up, impatient reportee in front of him.
“You look absolutely stunning today, Whitney,” he whispers and puts a subtle hand on the small of my back, “Come on in.”
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We both enter the conference room and I take a seat at the desk, wiping my sweaty, shaking palms on my skirt.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He closes the door behind him. The sound of the lock sealing adds an extra kick to my racing heartbeat!
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I ask him tensely.
He runs a hand through his wavy, touch of grey hair and tilts his head, flashing me his patented smirk, “Did what, exactly?”
“Rescheduled our 1-on-1 twice today, less than ten minutes before they started. Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
Frank walks up behind my chair and puts his hands on my shoulders, instantly turning me to putty and forcing sharp, choppy gasps as he begins massaging. The smell of his cologne drives my hormones haywire, his husky voice acting like a trance.
“Perhaps… Looks like it worked, didn’t it, Whitney?” his right hand drops down to the top of my blouse, undoing the top button… then the next… then the next… until my black, rose-patterned bra is fully exposed.
“F-fuck you...I...I’ve never n-needed you so bad!” I respond as his hands reach my bra and roughly grab my tits through it, teasing my poking nipples with his index fingers. I can do nothing but moan as the first drops of milk escape into the cups.
“Oh, I know, Whitney,” he says, reaching for the base of my bra and pulling it down, thrusting my heavy, full breasts upwards. Long, white streams are already escaping from both nipples.
Frank places both his hands over my tits, squeezing them tightly once, twice, three times, until milk overflows through his fingers and drips onto my black skirt. With a satisfied sigh, he brings his fingers to his mouth, helping himself to a seductive, long taste.
“You know, they say lactation on Bertamurix is a rare side effect, but both you and Sheila experience it! What are the odds?”
I swallow hard and clench my sticky thighs tightly at the mention of his wife. I hate to admit it, but the idea of him choosing me over his wife turns me on like nothing else.
I’ve met her multiple times at company functions. She’s absolutely gorgeous—like, former model gorgeous. The fact that Frank goes home to fuck her after he’s already buried his cum deep inside me hours earlier just makes me feel so… so…
His mouth finds the right side of my stretched neck as he begins to squeeze my breasts harder, the droplets quickly turn to streams, coating the table in front of me in white beads. I’ve never been a mother so I’ve never experienced lactation before switching meds. At first, I hated the fact that my breasts were so full and heavy but seeing how much it turns Frank on taught me to love it! Something about the way his eyes light up when I lactate… it just makes me feel so powerful… so sexy… so desired!
“But your tits are much fuller… and your milk is much sweeter,” his voice sends tingles down my spine. Goosebumps form on my neck, prompted by the compliment coming off his warm, husky breath. His hand returns to my breast, starting at the base and squeezing tightly when he reaches my nipple, massaging out as much as possible!
God, I love when he manhandles my tits like this! I can’t help but groan and dig my nails into my thighs as I feel the euphoric relief of my milky streams erupting over and over. I’m squirming in my chair, biting my lip, internally pleading for him to reach lower. To feel just how much I’ve needed him all day! I moan and quiver like his personal whore, digging my heels in and beginning to grind my pussy against the chair—absolutely desperate for any stimulation!
“Jesus, Whitney, you really are such a little nympho. Can’t help grinding your soaked little cunt while I milk your tits?”
I can’t help it! He’s been making me wait all day and when I felt his touch...I just… my body…I need…
I take his hand in mine, giving it a tug downward—more pleading than suggesting. He swiftly slaps my hand away before gripping my tits as hard as he can, prompting my nipples to release powerful streams across the table, forcing a moan that surely could be heard from the outside!
“You want me to touch you, Whitney? If so, you need to ask. How can a boss know what his employee needs if she doesn’t speak up?” he teases me, dragging his hand down to my skirt and undoing a single button, loosening it just enough to allow his strong hand to slip into the top of my panties, mere centimeters away from my desperate sex.
The embarrassment of asking him is killing me—the fact that his hand isn’t rubbing my aching pussy is worse! “I-I want you to touch me...p-please! I...I really need it!”
“Touch you where, Whitney?”
Asshole…
I clench my teeth and swallow hard as my toes stretch against the fronts of my heels. “M-my…p-pussy,”
Frank licks his lips before he whispers into my ear with a soft nibble. “That’s a good girl...” he responds, dragging my earlobe gently with his teeth.
My stomach jumps like a steep drop of a roller coaster as he begins to brush a finger across my pussy lips, teasing my entrance. The sounds of my wet need and choppy breathing grow louder with each stroke.
“Oh my god, Whitney! You’re absolutely drenched! My, my, you’ve already covered my entire palm with your desire!” he says casually, slipping two fingers inside of me with zero resistance, wonderfully curling and swirling inside me, already building towards my impending climax!
“You...j-just… you made me w-wait so...”
“Whitney! I’ve barely touched you and you’re already squirting! You’re making a mess of that chair! Tell me, how many times has this needy cunt gotten off today, my milky mistress?”
I can’t answer him. I’m right on the edge, only able to whimper and moan. My core coils around his fingers tightly as heat rises all throughout me! My eyes become vacant while I grip the edge of the desk, Frank’s talented hands continuing to work me from behind. His other hand returns to massaging my breast, the closer I get to cumming, the more white nectar escapes from my nipples. My milky streams nearly hit the end of the table and a growing white puddle pools in front of me!
“That’s it, Whitney! Get right on the edge for me! God, you always get so fucking tight when that plug’s lodged in your ass!”
“Frank! I’m--I’m so...oh...my...just like...t-that...I’m f-fuck… I’m CUHHHH-MMMM-MMMINN—!”
Just as I’m starting to cum, Frank thrusts a nipple into my mouth, halting my moans while it erupts on my tongue as he continues curling his fingers at the perfect pace. “Suck it! Taste your milk while you cum for me!”
I suck hard, my mouth fills rapidly with my breast’s release as Frank holds me down. I buck, squirm, and seize, soaking the chair completely, humping involuntarily against his hand!
“That’s it, baby girl… suck as much out as you can, but don’t swallow yet. I want to see it!” he says against my ear while I push through the last of the tremors.
Without giving me time to catch my breath, Frank swiftly moves next to me so that I can face him, and he snaps his fingers. I know that prompt all too well. I open and show him all the milk I sucked out, enough to overflow out of the corners of my mouth. With an arrogant grin, he unbuckles his belt. “That’s right. Now swallow.”
I obey, tasting the sweet nectar going down my throat and finally taking a moment to breathe and take everything in: the aroma of my womanhood in the air, the mess of white liquid covering the table, and the feeling of my soaked heels—sticky and coated in my orgasmic display.
“Quite the show you put on, Whitney. Just look at the mess you’ve made…” He takes my hand. I let out a loud gasp when he places it on his iron-hard cock, all but trying to break through the front of his khakis!
“You just made me so… fucking… horny. Good thing you still crave more, don’t you?”
My palm rubs softly against his boner as I speak in a weak whisper, “I do… Oh, God I do! Frank, please! I... I need you to f-fuck me...r...right here...please, s-sir, I’m begging you!”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m a generous boss. We’re not leaving until you’re nice and satisfied. Stand up! You know the routine!”
I quickly rise from my chair and rip open the remaining buttons of my blouse, before quickly undoing my bra, letting it hit the floor and feeling the cool air of the A/C kissing my exposed, leaking nipples.
I quickly remove my skirt and slip myself out of my cum-saturated thong, handing the thin, soggy lace to him as he admires my naked, quivering figure.
“Oh, Whitney, you are just the sexiest little thing when you’re all worked up like this!” he says, slipping his belt from his khakis and undoing the button and zipper. He yanks his pants and underwear down in one motion, revealing his pulsing cock, the head shiny and slick with pre-cum.
I can’t help but salivate. Finally, the time has come where I get to feel him press inside me and cure that overwhelming feeling of emptiness that’s ached all day long!
I want nothing more than to just lay down on the table, my back soaked with the sticky milk I’ve produced and just spread my lips wide for him. But I don’t. I know better than to act without his permission.
“Frank...please, I...I wan- I need you inside me… r-right now!”
He flashes a devilish smile and swiftly spanks my bare ass, pulling me in as an amorous whimper escapes me.
We both lean in, our mouths all but attacking each other while our tongues wrestle and his cock stabs against my stomach making me feel so lightheaded I could faint. Frank and I have done this many times, but this time seems different. Frank pulls away with one last drag of my bottom lips, both of us needing to catch our breath.
“Patience, Whitney...” he scolds me, brushing my silky silver hair behind my ear and reaching into his pocket, pulling out his wife’s signature diamond scrunchie! My heart nearly escapes through my throat!
“Ponytail... now!”
I quickly take it from him and put my hair up before we begin kissing deeply once again. This time, one of his hands reaches between my legs, rubbing, leaving me groaning softly into his mouth before the other grips my ponytail tightly at the base. He pulls my head back for a moment and stares into my feral eyes.
“Get on your knees...” he releases my ponytail.
The cold air of the room and the dominance of his words cover my entire body in a sea of goosebumps as I lower myself.
“Yes, sir...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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