Night Shift Pt. 03

When I arrive at work the next day, there’s already a note on my desk.

Come home with me tonight.

I can recognize this handwriting anywhere. My boss. My boss, who practically defiled me in so many ways yesterday, and I loved every minute of it. My god, the way he pumps in and out of me. My juices and his cum mixing in my pussy.

And the tingling in my body from the pills hasn’t eased enough for me to feel like I’m back to normal. I spent my night yesterday in bed squeezing my nipples to get the milk out, with nothing to do with it. The lactation pills are driving me nuts. Not to mention the number of times I orgasmed while emptying my heavy breasts.

The note in-front of me promises more of that tonight.

I make up my mind and go to his office to answer his not-question.

As I knock, I hear his muffled “enter” yelled out. I enter and give him a timid smile.

“Good morning, darling. Sleep well?” He asks, smiling at me. His voice shows how satisfied  he feels about yesterday. Ditto right there, sir.

“Yes..” I answer hesitantly, not sure if I should elaborate more on what I did after I went home.

“But… something is upsetting you, sweetheart?” He kneels over his desk, waiting for me to answer.

“When I got home, I still felt… stimulated, I guess. I had to, um, release some of the milk to feel better. It also caused me to orgasm..” By the time I’m done talking, I’m breaking down in sweat from nervousness.

I dare look into his eyes to find a grim look on his face. Oh no, did I upset him? Shit!

After a minute that kapaklı escort felt like forever, he started speaking again.

“Come here, sweetheart. Sit on my lap.” He pushes his chair backwards and opens his legs wider so I could sit between them.

I hesitate for a second because I’m worried that someone might walk in, but I also don’t want to upset him further.

I move towards him and settle between his legs.

“Now, describe to me what you were feeling when you got home.” He whispers gently in my ear. I can feel his big erection underneath me.

“I felt frustrated,” I start telling him, but he stops me by squeezing my right tit. I moan in pain.

“Now, darling, is that the right word? frustrated?  Try this again and use the right words for me.” He whispers. His voice is still gentle, although I can tell he is feeling far from calm. His body was slightly shaking around me. Is he aroused or pissed?

“I felt.. horny and wet..” I pause, waiting for his approval.

He hums in my ear, and I take this as my green light.

“I felt horny and wet. My breasts felt just as heavy as when I first took the pills. When I started squeezing my teats, and the milk started flowing down my stomach, I felt better. But.. it also gave me an orgasm. Or two.” I finish feeling hot and panting. my breasts more evident with every breath I take. I’m panting so hard that I almost stick my tongue out like a bitch in heat. What is it about his presence that does this to me?

He doesn’t say anything, but his arms start heading towards my breasts. karabağlar escort They squeeze them hard and play with them. “sir..” I moan in his arms, feeling hornier by the second. He unbuttons my blouse and pushes my bra down. He takes my nipples in between his fingers and squeezes them. He squeezes and squeezes until my milk starts spraying the desk.

“Sir, please.. please..I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Make me feel better.” I moan loudly while I grind on his big dick and rest my back on his front to give him all the space he needs to help me.

“It is partially my fault,” he starts.

“I think I let you go too fast yesterday. I should’ve been more meticulous with your body. Now, sweetheart, lift your skirt up and push your thong to the side. Unzip me and let my dick nestle inside your warm pussy. Im afraid this is the only way to make this better,” he says, but there is no apology in his voice. only promises.

I did as he instructed.

I sit on his dick slowly and hear him groan and tense in my ear. That groan he makes will always be my little victory. I do that to him.

“ahh yess. I feel right at home,” he exhales in my ear.

I start riding him while he plays with my tits. The only sounds around are his groans, the slap of our skin together, and the occasional drops of milk when they land on his files on the desk.

Until the new added sound is a knock on the door, Shit!

I start getting up, but he holds me down.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks between pants.

“Someone is outside,” karabük escort I say, my voice shaking. I don’t need witnesses to my sin.

“Pull the file in front of you and open it in front of your breasts. You don’t have to bounce on my dick. Stay still.” He tries to calm his voice, but he is just as affected as I am. panting as much as me, in fact.

After I do as he says, He yells, “Come in!”

Sally, his assistant, walks in, looking at her Ipad.

“Mr. Charles, we need to move something,” she says, stopping speaking when she looks up and makes eye contact with me.

“Move what, Sally?” He grinds his teeth with a little patience. I can feel his dick pulsing inside my pussy. He’s close, but so am I. And I’m not a quiet orgasmer, especially when he spills inside me. She needs to leave.

“Umm, move your meetings. One of the clients cancelled.” She says. I can see her face flush. She knows what’s going on. She knows, and she’s affected.

“Well, move it then, Sally. Why else are you hired?” He is really pissed now. You better leave, Sally. My soft moans are getting louder. I feel like I’m going to scream if I don’t start riding him.

She nods quickly and runs out of the office, closing the door behind her.

Not a second later, Charles pushes me onto his wet desk, squashing my breasts on them.

“Im going to take you, and Im going to take you HARD. I want to fuck you like the animal you are!” he roars.

He starts moving from behind, like an animal rutting. The slaps of skin are getting louder and faster. I’m no longer hiding my moans.

“Yes, sir, yessss! Fill me up!” I scream.

He thrusts one last time, groaning loudly, and cums inside me. The now familiar feeling of his dripping cum is starting to feel like home.

“Now what was it you wanted to see me about?” He asks, panting.

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