Milk

by Roe Horvat

I paused in front of the door to Mr. Toral’s office. Did I just make myself come while pumping milk, thinking of my boss? How sick was that? No time to freak out. I had work to do, and I was already late.

His ass had been right here. His cock and his wet hole. In my dreams, his asshole was tiny like the rest of him, smooth and pale, like a closed bud of the gentlest flower. I would kiss it until it would bloom for me, darken, and flare open. So pink and pretty, glistening with my spit. And then I’d ram my dick in.

I wanted to fuck Nico so badly I could weep. Fuck him, suck his perky tits, and fuck him again. I could bend him over my desk, spank his ass, and drill into him until he screamed. I’d make him come so hard he’d fall in love with me. And I’d keep going and turn his innocent pucker into a filthy, soppy fuckhole, my fuckhole, stretched to fit me, clenching, squelching with slick, loving my dick… My cum splattered on the hardwood floor under the chair. I slumped, panting. How long could I function like this before my self-control snapped?

“What do you want me to do? Say it.” He gently bit me. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please!” “Say ‘Suck my tits, Mr. Toral.’ Say it loud and clear.” “Please, Mr. Toral…” I couldn’t say that, could I? “Suck my tits.”

I sat at my desk in front of his office and glanced around dazedly. I’d had sex with my boss. This was so stupid. Irresponsible. It was also by far the best sex of my life. I couldn’t wait to do it again.

Mr. Toral will suck my tits and fuck my slutty hole. I squirmed in my chair when I repeated those words in my head. He’ll ram that dick in and fill me with his cum. It sounded better than any poetry.

We hadn’t talked about the future, but maybe if I didn’t say anything, we could keep doing this. I wouldn’t mind at all. I’d take care of his schedule and his dick.

“Show me your hole. I want to see what I’m about to fuck.”

“Let’s check if my horny animal is ready for breeding.”