Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2021 14:49:31 -0800 From: Hey All Subject: Lactating Breasts, Office Girl (lesbian authoritarian) A prominent tech CEO named Ms. Meyers cut her maternity leave short for an urgent business matter and extra help was required. That was how Abbey landed the job of executive assistant at the last minute, despite her relative inexperience at the highest levels of the corporate world. Abbey was nervous meeting the boss after having been hired by the HR department last week. Not that Ms. Meyers was scary or anything; she was young by CEO standards, petite and vibrant. A real firecracker of a boss and a bundle of energy. A 5'2" alpha woman. They were sitting in Ms. Meyers's office and all Abbey could do was stare at the woman's shoulder length blonde hair. It was neat and straight. Abbey noticed that it almost shimmered in the sunlight which entered through the window. "Not bad," the boss said, reviewing the new assistant's resume. "If HR hired you, that's good enough for me." Abbey beamed a smile to show confidence. "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet, there's much to do. Now, I see that you have plenty of experience preparing telecommunications and presentations." "Yes ma'am." "Call me Ms. Meyers. The word 'ma'am' makes me feel old." Abbey cleared her throat. "Yes, Ms. Meyers. Some aspects of my previous jobs included arranging video chats, keeping appointments, and setting up meetings." "Do you switch jobs a lot?" the boss asked with a quizzical raise of her eyebrows. As petite and pretty as the boss was, the fact that she was sitting behind a big desk made Abbey unreasonably nervous. "I've transferred jobs for a variety of reasons," she answered, almost too quickly. "In one case, the department closed down. And there was a lot of infighting in my previous workplace." "Happens all the time. I saw in your cover letter that you were hoping to make a career with this company, correct?" Abbey nodded. "That would be a dream. I'm a strong believer in what you represent as a powerful woman in the business world." "Nicely stated," the boss smiled. "Your response sounded like ass-kissing. But I don't mind since it's my ass that's being kissed." Abbey tensed. "Oh..." "I'm only joking. I like you. I like what's on your resume. Do you know why we're rushing this whole process?" "Yes, the acquisition. At least that's what I'm assuming based on what I've read in the news." Ms. Meyers was pleased. "Glad to see that you're up to date. A deal came together earlier than expected, so I had to shorten my maternity leave. We're acquiring a major tech firm, so I'll have a lot of meetings." "Sounds like a plan." The boss nodded. "Well then, enough talk. You can figure out my style as we go along. I'm very blunt. And I always get what I want." At that moment, Abbey knew that the rumors about her new boss were true; Meyers was a relentless workhorse that was unstoppable. Working for a woman like that appealed to Abbey. *** After their meeting, Abbey was given her fair share of errands that morning. She hustled in her small office where she completed various tasks. The rest of the floor was busy with the pending acquisition. After arranging her boss's schedule, it was time for lunch. She had packed a turkey sandwich in a brown paper bag. When she stepped out of her small office, the boss was in the lobby area talking to the secretary. The conversation finished the moment Ms. Meyers turned her attention towards Abbey. "Abbey," the boss smiled, holding two lunch containers. "I've ordered us some food. Toss out whatever you're holding. Let's go outside." The gesture from the boss caught her off guard. Their first meeting was strictly business, and now, were they supposed to be friends? Whatever the case, Abbey was ready, willing, and able. She put her pitiful sandwich back in her office, knowing she'd eat it for dinner. In exchange, she took a container from her boss. It smelled delicious. They walked outside to the garden. There was a nice spot of shade under a tree and they headed towards a bench. Ms. Meyers was a different person now; so relaxed and casual, almost like a college geek who became the boss. Abbey tried not to be so stiff. While she made an effort to be casual, she couldn't help but notice how pretty Ms. Meyers's short blonde hair looked. It fanned across her face in a carefree manner. Shockingly, Abbey's mind wandered to the state of her boss's pubic hair. She shook her head to clear those errant thoughts. However, there was no denying that Ms. Meyers was more than attractive. Her blue eyes were lively and her face was wonderfully expressive. She had full lips, but wore no lipstick. Like many young CEOs these days, she had a casual vibe to her. "I missed this spot," the boss said as they sat under the shade, overlooking the company grounds. "I haven't been here in four months. I worked from home on video call. It was great; a buttoned shirt and blazer on top, sweatpants and bare feet below. No one ever noticed, I hope." Abbey laughed. "If only all work could be like that." They opened their containers of food and Abbey was delighted by what she saw and the aromas she smelled. Rich people food! A girl could get used to that. They both dug in with zeal. "I could tell you really hated your last job," the boss said after chewing. "Yeah, I didn't want to go into detail about that." "Why? If you're going to be my assistant, I expect full disclosure." Abbey took a sip of juice. "True, but I didn't want to sound whiny. Plus I didn't want to bad-mouth my previous employer. That isn't nice." "Loyalty. I like that. Loyalty is important in life." "Always." "That's partly why I wanted us to have lunch today," the boss said. "I normally don't do this with assistants. I'm usually so busy that I enjoy eating alone." "Oh, well, thank you for inviting me. It's an honor. Was there anything on your mind?" "A special job for you." Abbey's heart rate rose and she could barely eat. "I'd be happy to assist you in anything you need." Ms. Meyers wiped her lips with a napkin and put her food down. "I have 3 other executive assistants. Brian and Jerry can't do this job because they're men. Sandra can't do it because I've known her for too long and it just wouldn't feel right. So that leaves you, the new girl." "Interesting," Abbey squeaked. "My issue is completely natural," Ms. Meyers explained. "And by that I mean, I have a milk problem." The phrasing and Abbey's state of nervousness left her feeling confused. "Are you lactose intolerant?" Ms. Meyers laughed and gestured to her own chest. "I gave birth last month to twins. My breasts are producing a lot of milk." "Oh, right. Of course. Sorry about that. What's the problem?" "Breast milk," Ms. Meyers said with a mischievous smile. "During my maternity leave, I breastfed regularly and I wore special clothes. I didn't expect to be back at work so soon, so I'm a bit unprepared in that regard." "Hmmm...." "I arrived at the office at 7 am today. Since then, I haven't done anything to relieve my breast milk, because I didn't think I'd need to. At around 10 am, it started to get uncomfortable. By 11 am, I felt leakage in my bra and I had to put tissues underneath my clothes to wipe my nipples. My blouse was stained around my chest area and it was a good thing I kept extra clothes in my office, otherwise I'd be walking around with wet marks on the front of my shirt." Abbey took in every word. "I've never lactated before so I can't relate to any of that. But I can certainly research this matter. I'm a fast learner." "Don't bother. I've already had someone buy me breast pumps and special bras to take care of my milk while I work." "Oh, then what can I do for you?" "Do I have to spell it out?" the boss asked, in a super polite, yet intimidating way. Abbey tensed and guessed. "You want me to wash your pumps for you?" "Not quite. I want you to do your normal job of handling my arrangements, and I also want you to ensure that my breasts are cared for." A peculiar request. It made Abbey wonder. "I can handle this," Abbey said. "So you're that type of woman." Abbey didn't know what to make of the comment, but she thought fast. "I played sports in college," Abbey replied. "So yeah, being in the locker room prepared me for anything involving breasts." Ms. Meyers smiled. "Excellent. It shouldn't be hard. I know I should be doing this myself. But with a job like mine, I'm always doing several things at once. The last thing I need on my daily schedule is to sit around pumping milk and worrying about leaking nipples." "You've come to the right girl. I'd be happy to care for your breasts... as odd as that sounds on my first day working here." They both laughed at the awkward phrasing. *** The next morning's work was much lighter. Abbey was given a few menial tasks and she knew why. It was 9 am and the boss had an important meeting with staff at 10 am, which meant that the breast-situation needed to be taken care of to avoid any embarrassing overflow. Abbey lingered in the boss's office while Ms. Meyers was on the phone. She paced around and noted all the different plaques and awards on the wall. There were even pictures of Ms. Meyers shaking hands with the Governor of the State and another with a former US President. On the table in the middle of the room sat the necessary equipment, ready and waiting. That included a breast pump, towels, and a special bra liner. Ms. Meyers continued talking like a business pro: "Yes, yes, I'll be briefed on the latest financial figures... Yes... Yes... No, that's a horrible idea... Okay... Yes, that's better, sounds good... Great, I'll have my secretary make the appointment. I'll probably be making a speech to the company tomorrow if we get all the details worked out." Abbey smiled watching this real-life Wonder Woman doing her thing. It was an inspirational sight. Then her eyes gazed downwards as Ms. Meyers unbuttoned her blouse while on the phone. It seemed like something out of a movie. Ms. Meyers moved towards the window and the sunlight shone on her perfect complexion. The unbuttoning of her blouse with one hand seemed effortless as she held the phone with the other. The blouse opened. Her stomach and the center of her white bra became visible. "Ha! Thanks for the advice," Ms. Meyers said, with a laugh that bordered on dorkish, almost a snort. "Ah, very funny. Yes, I'll be good... No, I didn't come back too soon. Thank you. Thanks. I'll see you later today. Bye." Ms. Meyers kept looking out the window as she put the phone down and removed her blazer, so that she stood in only her open blouse and fitted skirt. "Here are tips to survive the corporate world," the boss opined. "Grow thick skin. Don't complain unless necessary. Always put your strong foot forward, but don't overdo it. No one likes an over-doer. Be yourself and be assertive, but not too assertive." Abbey nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." "Your outfit looks new. It's very nice. Did you buy a new wardrobe for this job?" Having spent a small chunk of her savings on new clothes, Abbey couldn't help but internally rejoice that finally, someone had noticed. "I figured if I got the job as your assistant, I needed to look the part. I hope I succeeded in nailing down my appearance." Ms. Meyers gave her assistant a once-over. "Very nice. It's chic. How much do you think your outfit cost?" "The top and skirt -- maybe around $250. I'm an expert in finding a good bargain and my best friend is literally a stylist." "Well then, Ms. Bargain Expert, I'd hate to ruin your new ensemble. Take off your shirt." As she said that, Ms. Meyers removed her own blouse, stood in her white bra, folded her blouse neatly and placed it on the table. Her arms were slender and her breasts looked swollen, like they were a full cup size bigger than normal. "My top?" Abbey asked, snapping out of an erotic train of thought. "Your blazer and blouse. I figured you wouldn't want my DNA on your clothes. I have a thing about keeping clothes clean. If you're going to be my assistant, then you'll realize I have a lot of quirks." Abbey didn't want to make a fuss so she took off her blazer and put it on the same table. "I'm kind of quirky too," Abbey said in a casual manner. "I was a dork in high school. Then, less of a dork in college. I'm normal now, I think." Ms. Meyers laughed with hands on her hips. "Once a dork, always a dork. But hey, we're in a tech company, so we fit right in. Did you hear my laugh earlier?" "How could I miss it?" Abbey smiled back. "It's how I'll always remember you." "Ha! Some say it's charming. Charm is important when you are trying to convince people to follow your lead. Another tip to remember." Abbey agreed and her fingers moved to the top of her blouse, then she hesitated. "Sorry, I'm kind of nervous," Abbey said, before undoing her blouse. "Can I tell you something personal? It might put you at ease." Abbey nodded. "I can keep secrets." "I'm unmarried, single, and I got pregnant through a sperm donor. Now that you know my secret, there's a stronger bond between us. At least in my opinion." Instantly, Abbey did her best to restrain herself and the natural urge to pepper her boss with follow up questions. She took the next leap and removed her blouse. She folded it and placed it on the table, just as her boss had done. They both wore white bras. Abbey was taller and slimmer, with a flat chest. "That seems more common these days," Abbey said. "I've read a lot of articles about that; working women who choose to parent by themselves." "I'm 38. Someday you'll understand. Until then, it's 9:24 am which means that I have approximately 36 minutes until my meeting." "Right, of course." The boss picked up the breast pump and handed it to Abbey. "I'm sure you know how to use this by now." Abbey nodded. "I researched it yesterday. So I can assure you, Ms. Meyers, that your nipples are in good hands." There was a loud "Ha!" sound which came from the boss. Ms. Meyers reached behind her bra. "Now for the big reveal. You'll officially become the first person in this company to see my tits." The bra was unclasped and Ms. Meyers placed it on the table. She smiled as she bared her chest. Ms. Meyers was a small boned woman and her pendulous breasts looked enormous on her tiny frame. And those nipples looked engorged and ripe. The areolas stretched from the expanded state. The color was a light shade of pink, as Abbey expected them to be. The sight affected Abbey; she began to have inappropriate yearnings towards her boss again. She licked her lips while getting a hold of her budding sensual desire. She wondered how much milk could be expressed from boobs that size. "Your first time seeing lactating breasts?" Ms. Meyers asked. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to gawk." "Look, I get it. I'm your boss and this is uncomfortable. And if I'm being honest, they do look titillating -- pun intended." "Well, if we're being honest, those nipples look epic." Ms. Meyers flashed a blushing smile. "Do they?" "Yep. They stand out on your petite body, which is totally inappropriate for me to say. So I'll save myself further embarrassment and stop." "I agree with your observation. I've always been told that my nipples are the best feature on my body. Now they're needed for something besides pleasure. Time to start pumping. My breasts ache. After about three hours, they start to feel heavy." "Okay, have a seat and I'll fix that." "Hang on a second," the boss said. "I pride myself on being the most knowledgeable person in every meeting." Ms. Meyers went to her desk to grab a folder and her phone. It was an unusual sight, Abbey thought, to see the influential CEO prepare for a meeting while topless. But then again, that's what made this boss special. "I admire your diligence," Abbey said. "If you're as dedicated as I am, then you'll move up in the world. I'm ready now." Everything was pre-planned. Ms. Meyers sat and Abbey laid a towel across the boss's lap to protect the office skirt. Then Abbey brought the breast pump closer to her boss. A small stool was next to Ms. Meyers's chair and Abbey sat on it. She was now staring closely at perfectly formed, milk-filled breasts. Ms. Meyers opened the folder and began to read a list of financial figures as if this was all so casual. Abbey did her best to be equally as professional. The breast pump was latched onto the center of the nipple and she squeezed, causing the large pink nipple to extend and stretch. Abbey wondered if the initial pain described by Ms. Meyers had abated, but the boss kept reading as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Abbey felt wetness between her legs as she stared at the nipple, which was pulled back and forth rhythmically. With each pull, the boss's nipple squirted milk into a cup. It was all so intriguing. Arousing, even. "How does your first pump experience feel?" Abbey asked. The boss kept her attention on the documents. "It feels the way it looks. Like my nipple is being pulled by the suction of air. It's not a big deal." What a career-driven woman, Abbey thought. The push and pull on the stretching nipple was hypnotizing and soon Abbey wondered how it would feel to actually suck on that tit. "You're staring," Ms. Meyers said, glancing to the assistant while the papers were still in her hand. Abbey blushed, hard. "Oh, isn't that what I'm supposed to be doing?" "Yes... but you have a certain look in your eyes." There was a moment of tension between them and Abbey had no idea if this was a joke or not. There was a slight smile on Ms. Meyers's lips, which could have meant anything. Suddenly, the boss's phone rang. "I need to take this call," Ms. Meyers said. "Change the cup and do my other breast." Abbey pulled the latch away and wiped the engorged nipple clean with a small towel and pressed on it gently. Then she moved the stool to the other side and changed the container so she could work on the next breast. "Uh huh," Ms. Meyers said on the phone. "I'm studying the figures right now. Yes... everything looks good. We're on the right track so far. Yes, it looks fine. Uh huh... Go for it." Abbey was much more proficient this time, attaching the suction cup to the center of the nipple, then working the pump. When the boss got off the phone, it was her turn to stare at Abbey. She looked Abbey right in the eyes, not in a challenging way. Ms. Meyers seemed to be sizing her up. For what? Abbey had no clue. "You seem to enjoy this," Ms. Meyers said. "I'm good at reading people." Abbey tensed and kept pumping. "It's my job to assist you in any way possible." "Yes, that's true, but your eyes say it all. I'm never wrong. You're curious." "What do you mean?" Ms. Meyers was expressionless. "I'm talking about the not-so-subtle way you've been gazing at my breasts for the past several minutes. So, Abbey, are you bi-curious?" The question caused Abbey to freeze, with her hand still holding the breast pump in place. "I... I..." "It's a simple yes or no question." "It's complicated," Abbey sighed. "So it's a fantasy then?" "Basically, but that's common, isn't it?" "More common than people think." Their eyes locked; they both understood the implication. "Is that why you're single," Abbey said. "And why you don't like talking about your personal life?" "I prefer women," the boss answered. "Simple as that. My breasts are done for now." The emotional turmoil of the conversation threw Abbey off her game, causing her to pull the suction cup too fast The result was milk squirting from Ms. Meyers's plump nipple, onto Abbey's bra, stomach, and skirt. "That's exactly what I was trying to avoid," Ms. Meyers sighed. "Your new outfit... ruined." "Oh, don't worry. It's not ruined at all. I can go to the bathroom and..." "It's the principle of the matter." Ms. Meyers took the dry side of the small towel and used it to pat the wet spots on Abbey's clothes and body. Abbey mustered all of her inner strength and averted her eyes from the erotic foreplay. "Thanks for cleaning me," Abbey smiled. "It's only fair. By the way, we'll be doing this again tomorrow." Abbey nodded. "Not a problem." "And another thing," Ms. Meyers said, looking over the assistant's outfit. "You dress nicely. I refuse to ruin any more of your clothes with my bodily fluids. So you'll have to do without them next time." "What do you mean?" "Do I have to spell it out? Get naked. That's how we'll proceed for the foreseeable future. If you're uncomfortable with that, I can ask another assistant to buy you a hazmat suit. Okay?" Was that a joke? Abbey thought. Was any of that a joke? The boss stood up and reached for her bra, which she wrapped around her body along her waist. She clasped it in front of her. "Well?" Ms. Meyers asked. Thinking fast, Abbey knew that this was a test of her loyalty. Pleasing her boss was of the utmost importance. She admired this woman a great deal, both professionally and perhaps in another way as well. "Yes, absolutely," Abbey said with false confidence. Ms. Meyers gave a satisfied look. "I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd agree. Honestly, I'll be more comfortable with both of us naked together." "You'll be naked, too?" "You saw what happened earlier. I produce a lot of milk and apparently I'm a squirter in more ways than one." Abbey resisted the urge to release a sexual moan at the thought of her boss's pussy squirting. What a sight that would be. "Oh." Ms. Meyers's phone beeped as she received a text. She looked at her phone and read the message. "I need to make a quick phone call before the meeting," the boss said. "Help me get dressed." Abbey moved closer and adjusted her boss's bra while stealing a final glimpse of those heavenly nipples. A part of her was sad that she'd be restraining those mouthwatering tits. But at least she was able to console herself with the thought that she could let them out to play again tomorrow. "Another thing," the boss said before making the phone call. "I fucking hate that breast pump. Throw away the pump until we find a more suitable model." "Will do. Should I order a new pump?" "No, I'll ask for recommendations." "What about tomorrow?" Abbey asked. "Are you okay with using your mouth?" Abbey looked like a deer in headlights. Her legs crossed as her pussy clenched. When she realized the gratuitous expression on her own face, she snapped out of it and turned professional again. "Of course," Abbey said with a nervous smile. "Perfect. You're a gem. And remember. No teeth while sucking." Ms. Meyers made the phone call as Abbey put those tits away. She noticed the pink nipples still looked erect as if waiting for something warm and moist to envelop them, which could only mean one thing; Ms. Meyers was aroused. The boss had a strong poker face, but breasts don't lie. *** Abbey dressed differently the next day. She wore an outfit that was less form-fitting and easier to remove. Was she ready for this? She had no idea. She entered the boss's office at exactly 9 am. Ms. Meyers was sitting behind the desk talking on the phone as usual, paying no attention to Abbey as she entered the room and closed the door. The boss made an up-and-down gesture with her hand, while still on the phone. Abbey had no idea what that meant. "Pardon?" Abbey mouthed quietly. Ms. Meyers covered the phone and whispered, 'Take it off,' before returning to the phone conversation. It was like nudity in the office was the most natural thing in the world. "Are you sure?" Abbey whispered for clarification. The boss looked annoyed and mouthed the word, "Yes." After a deep breath and a big gulp, Abbey proceeded to undress. As she removed her blazer and undid the buttons of her blouse, she remained hopeful the boss would turn to her and smile, telling her it was a prank. When Abbey was down to her bra, she shifted gears and moved down below. Taking an inordinate amount of time, she undid her office skirt while she waited for a reprieve from her boss. Soon, Abbey was left in her bra, panties, stockings and shoes. It looked more sophisticated than slutty. Finally, Ms. Meyers covered the phone and spoke decisively. "Everything. Shoes too." The boss returned to the phone conversation. "Yes, I'm reviewing the final draft of my speech right now... Uh huh... Correct. I'm scheduled to give another speech next week." The big moment arrived. Abbey accepted that this was not some type of bizarre joke. Ms. Meyers looked focused and was in no mood for games. Abbey inhaled deeply; a final breath for confidence. She unclasped her bra to reveal a flat chest with perky, upturned breasts, and small brown nipples. Then with shaky fingers, she reached down to peel off her panties in slow motion. Her slender legs and cleanly shaven crotch were exposed. Slowly, she removed her shoes and stockings. She had never felt so awkward in her life as she stood naked and barefoot in the CEO's corporate office. To make it even more surreal, the boss seemed nonchalant about Abbey's state of undress. Involuntarily, Abbey's hands rested over her pussy and she stood still, like a mannequin. "I'll see you then," Ms. Meyers said on the phone, as she leaned back and unbuttoned her top. "Jesus, that's a horrible idea. No way. Look, we'll talk about it later. I have something to do right now." The boss wrapped up the call while removing her blazer. She placed it on the desk and reached below to remove her heels. Ms. Meyers's blouse was mostly undone and her bra was showing. "Busy morning," the boss sighed, putting the phone done. "Hope you weren't getting bored standing over there naked." Abbey blushed. "Not at all." "You look cute," the boss said, standing up and walking over to her. "Full of life, vibrant, and healthy. You're a very pretty girl." Ms. Meyers put her blouse on a chair and stood in nothing but panties and a bra. She unhooked her bra and Abbey breathed deep as she saw the bosom set free. The breasts themselves looked ponderous while her stiff pink nipples appeared eager. Without delay, the boss removed her panties to reveal a neatly trimmed bush. "You are so beautiful," Abbey whispered as her eyes gazed upon the enticing naked vision that stood before her. "Do you have a fantasy about older women? I'm getting that same vibe that I caught yesterday. Are you going to start drooling soon?" Abbey's toes curled. "Hmmm...." "We're both standing here stark naked. And you pumped my breasts yesterday. You can tell me anything." "Well, to be honest, I find confidence, intelligence and authority to be wildly sexy." Ms. Meyers gave a knowing smile. "We have the same taste. You've never been with a woman before, right?" "Nope. Never." "I suppose this will be your first time, technically. You remember what I asked you to do, right?" "I wouldn't be good at my job if I had forgotten." "Are you squeamish to drink it?" Ms. Meyers asked. "I'd hate to waste nutritious milk." Abbey gulped. "No ma'am. I mean... Ms. Meyers." Ms. Meyers grabbed a folder off the table and sat down on the side of a long couch for this session. "Start nursing," the boss said assertively. "My breasts feel heavy. Remember. No teeth." Abbey experienced carnal confusion, even as the boss showed little emotion. She had absolutely no idea how to proceed with this salacious task. Should she kneel or what? Would it be best to start with the left breast, or right? Could she possibly resist touching Ms. Meyers's ample breasts in an inappropriate way? The boss reviewed the speech and mouthed the words, while Abbey sank to her knees and leaned towards the right breast. "Not like that," Ms. Meyers said. "Lay on the couch and face towards me, like I'm nursing you. Like I'm your mom. I'll hold your head for support." "Oh, okay." Abbey felt a perverse delight as she got on the couch and knelt on the cushion. She positioned herself with her face just inches from Ms. Meyers's breasts. While settling in, she touched the boss's naked thighs and knew that moisture would form in her own pussy. Her hair was stroked while the boss opened a folder to read. Then it happened. Abbey sucked on a nipple that was presented to her mouth. She was rewarded when milk squirted after several sucks. Surprisingly, it tasted creamy and a bit sweet, which caused Abbey to roll the nipple around with her tongue and suck a bit harder. "Delicious, right?" Ms. Meyers asked, with her eyes glued to the speech she was preparing to give. "Breast milk is made of lactose and sugar. Don't be ashamed. I want you to enjoy this. We'll be doing this for the foreseeable future." Abbey murmured her agreement while nursing. Milk kept squirting into her mouth and she gulped it all down. "Now, onto my other breast," the boss said, turning a page in the folder. "You need to make sure both breasts receive equal attention." Abbey pulled her mouth away and licked her own lips. "Am I doing okay? I mean, I'm not sucking too hard, am I?" "If you were doing a bad job, I would tell you." Abbey smiled and moved to the next breast. She repeated the same process, this time with less hesitation. Her lips latched onto the nipple and the nursing began. All she had to do was suck in a pumping motion and she was rewarded with milk produced by this beautiful woman's body. The milk itself tasted so creamy that Abbey made a murmuring sound. She realized her moans caused a vibration on her boss's tit and hoped it had some effect on her stunning boss. She noticed that Ms. Meyers wasn't concentrating as hard on the folder. In fact, Ms. Meyers seemed to be breathing in an irregular fashion. "Poor thing," Ms. Meyers said, rubbing Abbey's hair. "You must be feeling a bit needy from this. Do you want some relief? Nod if your answer is yes." Abbey nodded as she sucked. Her eyes were wide open and gazed into the tranquil face of her boss. "You are such a good girl," the boss said. "I can help you with that. It's a specialty of mine, in fact." Ms. Meyers reached over and touched Abbey's pussy, with slender fingers making contact with the clit. An unspoken pattern had formed between the naked women. An understanding. Abbey kept on sucking the nipple for milk, while also rolling her tongue around it occasionally. In return, Ms. Meyers rubbed Abbey's clitoris in a circular motion. Both of them basked in the building passion. "You're moist," Ms. Meyers noted as she rubbed. "Looks like we've discovered a fetish of yours. Does sucking on my tits really make you this wet? Don't answer that. Time is of the essence and I have business to get to. But before I do, both of us should cum. Agreed?" Abbey nodded. It seemed like a fair deal, after all. "Good girl. Now enjoy." Ms. Meyers worked her fingers and circled Abbey's swollen clit and spanked at the right moments. Once the boss determined that Abbey was truly ready for a gift, she slipped two fingers inside the wet hole and pumped in and out. It wasn't much longer until Abbey's body tensed, her legs shook and her toes curled. She kept her lips latched on the nipple and continued to suck, even as her own orgasm caused her body to spasm. When the peak of the orgasm passed, the nipple fell out of her mouth and trickles of milk dripped onto her face. Abbey sighed as she came down from her climactic high, and Ms. Meyers removed her fingers from the trembling cunt. The boss bent over to the side and kissed Abbey's pussy before sitting upright again. Abbey's head remained in her lap. "Don't worry about the mess," Ms. Meyers said, licking her own fingers and lips clean. "We're both complicit. I'll have someone clean it." "That was... so... fucking hot." Ms. Meyers laughed. "It's a wonderful new world, isn't it? We can discuss this in more detail later, but right now, I need to cum. I want to be fully relaxed before my speech." "Shall I help you with that?" Abbey asked, unsure of this newfound protocol. Ms. Meyers rubbed Abbey's hair. "Get on your knees. Right between my legs. You're going to eat my pussy." The command was music to Abbey's ears. She regained her strength, rose from the sofa, and fell to her knees as if at an altar. Ms. Meyers spread her legs wide open and placed her feet on the couch, toes scrunched in anticipation. The boss's pussy had neatly trimmed dark blonde pubic hair. The labia were thin and delicate. Most importantly, the inside was bright pink and dripping its own sweet fluids. Abbey could smell the enticing aroma emanating from within. "Give it a nice big lick," Ms. Meyers said. "It shouldn't take long. I'm aroused, as you can see. My fingers will work the clit and your tongue will go inside me. Proceed. Show me that you're corporate material." Abbey took a deep breath and dove into the wet center of Ms. Meyers. She licked enthusiastically, up and down. When Abbey noted that Ms. Meyers was grunting, she plunged her tongue ruthlessly into the center of the pussy. Earlier, she downed her boss's milk. Now, she was lapping her boss's nectar and it was equally as delicious. She sucked like her life depended on it. Her tongue worked wonders, and judging by the frantic noises made by Meyers, it was having a profound effect. The boss moved her fingers down and rubbed her own clit while Abbey tongued the delicious pussy. "This has been a fantasy of mine," Ms. Meyers said, leaning back to enjoy the sexual bliss. "I've always wanted to nurse a woman. Especially an employee. I had this in mind when we first met. I knew you would... oh God... and like I said that day... ohhh.... uhhh... My instincts are never wrong." Now it was the boss's turn to cum. And it was spectacular. As she had alluded to the previous day, Ms. Meyers was a squirter. Abbey found herself on the receiving end of her boss's copious fluids. Abbey pressed her mouth on the pussy and sucked as gushing juices filled her mouth and slid down her throat. She kept sucking and licking with great abandon. And Ms. Meyers kept on cumming with the same level of zeal. "Oh, you're the best assistant I've ever had," Ms. Meyers exclaimed, as the last trickles of squirt dripped from her pussy. "You can stop now. I'm done." Abbey pulled back and felt the lovely pussy juice pooling around her mouth. She swallowed it and licked her lips clean. "You are so tasty," Abbey smiled. "I mean, your milk, and everything else down there. That was amazing." "You think so?" Ms. Meyers asked with a knowing expression. "Yes, I do. I wouldn't mind, you know... doing this more often... with your breasts or down there. Anything... and everything." "Good girl. I love dealing with inquisitive minds. How about a taste of something new? Think of it as a mixed cocktail." Abbey raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" Ms. Meyers sat upright then bent forward. She pinched both of her nipples and squirted milk directly at her own pussy, with her legs still spread, so that the milk could pool inside. "Lick it," the boss said, leaning back again. "With pleasure, Ms. Meyers." Abbey licked the inside of the enticing pussy. She lapped all the milk that was combined with orgasmic fluids. Ms. Meyers was right; the blend did mix well. Abbey thought of it as a `body juice martini,' because it was making her feel tipsy. When Abbey was satisfied that the pussy had been properly cleaned, she used her tongue to lick the boss's pubic hairs. "Delicious," Abbey said when she finished. "I knew you'd like it. Now dry me with a towel and help me get dressed." Ms. Meyers stood and Abbey reached for a large towel. Their moment of intimacy continued as Abbey dried her boss's body while they both recovered from their orgasms. Abbey remained naked as she went around the room and gathered the boss's clothes. She then helped her boss dress. In no time, Ms. Meyers was transformed back into a stylish and commanding CEO. Her chic suit fit her maternal body well. A post-orgasmic glow still lingering on her face. "How do I look?" Ms. Meyers asked, adjusting her clothes. "Like I just had my tits sucked, my pussy eaten, and squirted milk everywhere?" "No, you look like a true professional. Ready to kick ass. No one will suspect a thing." "That's what I like to hear. Now get yourself dressed. I have to leave." "Bummer," Abbey accidentally said out loud. "I mean, thank you." "You're in charge of my breasts now. Pussy, too. Get used to it. And get used to being naked in my office. I prefer you this way." Abbey smiled. "With pleasure." "The pleasure is all mine." Ms. Meyers gave Abbey a kiss on the lips. Then she gathered her things as Abbey got dressed. It was going to be a good day for both of them. The End