Milk

Connor pushed through the big glass doors of the office, swiped his card, clocking on, and hit the elevator button. He took a sip of coffee—plain, black, bitter as hell. He’d never touch the stuff in the break room fridge: whole milk, half and half, all that creamy sweetness was just too tempting for reasons he could barely admit to himself. He forced his mind away from it, smoothed his face into the blank office look. Time to focus. ‘Out of the BBQ and into the fire’ he thought to himself.

He’d moved to NYC a couple months back for this Tech gig at a successful start up. Nothing fancy, but way better pay than his last job, and hey, a new city to explore. It was a win-win.

Connor’s kinda shy, so making friends wasn’t easy, but the office crew warmed up to him. They kept inviting him out for drinks, and now he’s got friends – City life isn’t too bad.

“Connor-sup?!” Mark’s voice boomed behind him just as the elevator dinged open. “How was the weekend?”

Mark had become his main work pal—loud, full of energy, but weirdly likable, a solid dude.

“You know the wicked witch is back today, right?” Mark slapped his shoulder.

Their boss, Melissa, had been on maternity leave since Connor started. Never met her, but the stories? Total office dictator. Iron fist, no mercy. Connor’d dealt with tough bosses before—he just kept quiet, did his work, avoided drama.

“RIP, buddy,” Mark said as the doors opened again.

Connor headed the other way, tossed his lunch in the fridge, and plopped at his desk. Booted up his laptop... then noticed the whole office was empty. Huh? Stood up and saw everyone crowded at the far end, laughing and chatting.

Oh, right—Melissa’s back. Probably should say hi, since she signs his checks. He walked over, joining the group just as someone said, “We’re all glad you’re back.” A few weak claps followed.

“Nice to be back,” came a sharp voice. “Now get to work.”

People scattered. Connor hung back, waiting to introduce himself. As the crowd thinned, he got his first look at the infamous Melissa. Taller than most, killer legs in nylons under a tight pencil skirt. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, resting right above these huge breasts that were fighting her white button-up. Like, seriously fighting it.

She turned and caught him staring. Connor jerked his eyes up and waved. “You must be Connor,” she said, walking over, hand out.

“Yeah, nice to finally meet you, Melissa.”

“Call me Melissa.” Her grip was strong—like, *whoa* strong.

“Nice to meet you, Melissa.”

“Management says you’ve settled in great. Saw your work on the Craig file—keep it up.”

Connor blinked. Terrifying? Dictator? She seemed... nice. Professional. And yeah, stupidly hot.

“Back to it,” she said, turning toward her office and shutting the door.

Connor headed to his desk feeling way better about sticking around. He’d told himself he’d bail if they clashed, but now? Maybe not. Still needed that damn coffee, though.

He plugged in headphones, cranked music, and buried himself in work. His stomach growled—he’d missed lunch again. Phone alarm saved him, as usual. Grabbed leftover pizza and headed to the kitchen. Mark waved him over, smirking. “Connor-boy. Meet the ice queen yet?”

“Yeah. She seemed... fine?” Connor kept it neutral.

“Just wait. She’s all sweet till she’s not.” Mark leaned in, lowering his voice. “And she gets extra breaks, you know? Blinds closed, pumping milk whenever. Total BS, right?”

Connor nuked his pizza and bolted. “Where you going?” Mark called.

“Work. Swamped today.” Not really a lie—but mostly, he didn’t wanna hear the gossip. Back at his desk, he munched rubbery pizza with headphones on.

An hour later, an email from Melissa popped up. Some tweaks for his project—constructive stuff. Her pic in the corner showed brown hair, way different. And her boobs? Tiny in the photo. Having a kid must’ve... upgraded her. Big time.

Connor’s pants got tight just thinking about it. Her in the office, blinds down, pumping those huge tits. He shook his head, gulped water. *Nope. Do NOT get a boner at your desk, new guy.*

He buried himself in work again. Next thing he knew, his stomach roared, and the office was dark. Everyone had left. *Idiot.* Packed up and headed for the elevator.

Just as he hit the button—“Just fucking work!” Melissa’s voice, pissed and raw, cut through the quiet. He froze. Part of him wanted to bolt, but... what if he could help? Look useful?

He dropped his bag and followed the light from her office door.

“Fucking piece of shit!” *Bang.*

“Melissa?” he called from the doorway.

“Who’s there?”

“Connor. You okay?”

A sigh. Ragged. He instantly regretted not leaving. “Yeah. Come in.”

He pushed the door open. Melissa looked wrecked—flushed, angry. Please don’t be at him. “Why are you still here? It’s past eight.”

“Sorry. Got carried away.”

“Your wife must be patient.” A half-smile.

“No wife. Just me and my TV.”

“Still. Don’t work this late. It’s unhealthy.”

“You’re here too,” he joked.

“That’s different.” Her smile faded.

Okay, weird vibe. He pushed on. “Heard you yelling. Need help?”

She flushed. Thought she was alone. Her eyes darted to a yellow thing on the floor. “My breast pump died.”

“Oh.” *Abort mission. Now.*

“It takes two hours to get home, and I’m already engorged.” She rubbed her breasts, wincing. “So either I ride the train in pain, leaking everywhere, or sit here hand-expressing for an hour.”

Connor stood there, stunned. And yeah, his dick woke up again. Hard. The image of her squeezing those tits... *Gotta leave before she sees this tent.*

“Sounds awful. I’ll go so you have privacy.” He turned.

“Wait.” Her voice stopped him. “There’s another option.”

“What?”

“You said you’re single?” Her hand slid under her breast.

“...Yeah?”

“Maybe you could... help me with this?” Her eyes pleaded. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate. Just between us. Never mentioned.”

Connor’s brain short-circuited. “Wait, you want me to...”

“You don’t have to. But it’d help.” Her voice was raw.

His mind raced—most scenarios ended with him fired. But his dick? Screaming *yes*. He hadn’t been laid in a year, and here was this goddess basically begging him to touch her. Was it worth his job?

“So... milk you?”

“I’m not a cow, Connor. Help me express.”

“No clue how.”

“It’s easy. You just suck.”

“Suck?” He’d assumed hands. His dick throbbed. *Harder.*

“Yeah. Suck.”

“What about your husband?”

“Single mom.” She winced, rubbing again. “Decide now. If not, I need to start.”

Beautiful *and* single? His dick won. “Okay. Between us.”

“Absolutely.” She stood, unbuttoning her shirt as she walked. “Follow me.”

He followed her to a meeting room. She sat on a couch, unbuttoned the rest, and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell free—huge, heavy, with light brown nipples already beading milk. “Lie down here.”

“Lie down?”

“Only way I know. Hurry, I’m sore.”

He didn’t hesitate. Lay on his side, head in her lap, staring up at her. Her perfume hit him—sweet, expensive. His cock strained against his zipper.

“Open up.” She guided his head, leaned forward, and slid her nipple into his mouth.

He sucked. Warm milk flooded his mouth—sweeter than cow’s milk, with a hint of metal. Not bad.

“Ahh, that’s it,” she breathed. “You’ll trigger my letdown. Keep going.”

A second later, milk shot down his throat. He choked, pulled back, and got sprayed in the face. Quickly latched back on, sucking hard.

“Letdown,” she murmured. “You’re good.”

His dick was *killing* him. Lactation porn never appealed to him, but holy shit—this was hot. Her hand in his hair, guiding him... yeah, work would never be the same.

“You okay?” she asked.

He nodded, mouth full.

“Good. Feels better already.” She leaned back. “Few more minutes, then switch sides.”

He kept sucking, mesmerized by her control—firm but gentle. After a bit, she pulled away. “Stand up. I’ll move, you do the other side.”

He stood. No hiding the massive bulge in his pants now.

Melissa noticed. “Oh. Makes sense.” She smirked. “Don’t worry. Secret’s safe.”

He lay back down, latched onto the other breast. Melissa moaned softly, fingers in his hair. “Drain me, Connor,” she whispered.

He sucked harder, savoring it. His dick ached. Without thinking, he cupped her breast—soft, heavy. She looked down, surprised, then smiled and leaned back.

He kept sucking, kneading her tit. She shuddered, goosebumps everywhere, then suddenly sat up, pulling her nipple free. Milk dripped from it, swollen and long. “Okay. That’s enough. Thank you.” She wiped herself with her bra. “Saved me.”

He stood. Boner still raging. Melissa saw it as she fixed her bra. Checked her watch. “I’ve got five minutes till my train.” Paused. “If you can finish fast... you can look at them while you handle that.”

He froze. Then belt off, pants down, cock out. Rock-hard.

“Well,” she said, eyeing it. “Always the quiet ones.”

Connor started stroking fast—horny as hell, plus the clock. Melissa lifted her breasts, squeezed them together. “One-time deal. Memorize them.”

He saw milk bead on her nipples. A few tugs and he was close. She smiled, locked eyes—pure sex. That did it.

He stepped back, shooting thick ropes onto the floor between them. Groaned, eyes shut, riding the high.

Melissa broke the silence. “You’re cleaning that up.” Buttoning her shirt.

He opened his eyes. Breasts gone. She stood, straightened her skirt. “Thanks, Connor. But I need to run.” Headed for the door. “Not a word.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good.” She paused. “Lovely cock. But clean up.” Gone.

Connor stood there, pants at his ankles, cum on the floor. If not for the milk taste, he’d think he hallucinated. Pulled his pants up, found paper towels, wiped the mess, dumped it, and left.

Drove home replaying it all—her tits, the milk, everything. Walked in, pants off, collapsed on the couch. Mind. Blown.

Dude grabbed his phone and immediately typed in “lactation porn.” Boom, thousands of hits. He spent like an hour glued to the screen, jerking off again while watching women squirt milk from their tits. Some drank it themselves, others poured glasses for guys. His favorite? Women lactating while they came – something crazy hot about that. Just as he was about to blow his load, his phone buzzed.

A text from an unknown number.

*Connor, this is Melissa. Just wanted to say thanks again. Got home fine, no pain, all thanks to you. See you tomorrow at work.*

Connor grinned at his screen. Felt good he’d helped her out. He started typing a reply when *ping* – Melissa sent a pic.

Connor’s jaw hit the floor, his dick instantly hard. It was Melissa, totally topless, milk dripping from both her huge boobs.

*This is to show my thanks.*

Connor went right back to stroking, staring at Melissa’ tits. Couldn’t believe he’d been sucking on those just hours ago. Felt that familiar tightening in his balls, leaned back, and shot cum all over his work shirt. Not the massive load from earlier, but still way more than he expected.

After catching his breath, he peeled off the sticky shirt, picked up his phone, and texted back.

*Thank you! You look incredible. See you at work.*

He flopped back on the couch and drifted off, totally wiped.

Slightly worried about tomorrow though. Would it be awkward? Her sending a boob pic was probably a good sign it’d be fine. Fell asleep imagining her nipple on his tongue.

***

Connor walked into Trig-Corp, swiped his card, and hit the elevator button. Took a sip of his coffee – surprisingly decent. Maybe the new café was good, or maybe he was just in a killer mood.

“Connor-boy!” Mark yelled. “Ready for another thrilling day of corporate bliss?” Mark slapped his back, cracking up at his own joke. Connor was starting to think being friends with Mark was more trouble than it was worth.

“You know it,” Connor mumbled as the elevator doors opened. They headed opposite ways.

Connor got to his desk, started setting up, said quick hellos, then headed to the kitchen to stash his lunch. Just as he reached the doorway, Melissa appeared. White top again, this time with black lace trim, blue skirt over stockings. Just seeing her got him half-hard.

“Oh, hi Connor,” she said, totally casual. “Sent you an email. Need you to look at it first thing.”

“Sure, no problem,” he replied.

She walked past him, leaving him to put his lunch away. Connor was kinda shocked how normal she acted after last night. Relieved too – zero awkwardness. Guess it really was a one-time thing, like she said. He helped her out, got an amazing tit pic as a thank you. Back to strictly professional.

He sat at his desk, a little bummed the fun was over, but also grateful it happened. Plus, hey, new kink unlocked for his late-night browsing.

Connor opened his email and clicked Melissa’s urgent message.

His eyes nearly bugged out. Instantly hard again.

*Connor, this project’s taking longer. Need you to work late every night this week.*