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At
My Office
by T.S.
Rajesh©
For most, a job is a "Necessary Evil". Here's how
it became my best passion...
I'm an embedded systems engineer (For those who don't know
what it is... it is sort of a bridge between
software and hardware - one leg into each). I
used to live in a virtual world with my computer
as my only companion - at home as well as
office. My other passion, but a secret one, is
about breastfeeding: Breasts, milk, etc. I used
to go to the Internet very often in search of
breastfeeding stories, pictures, clips, games,
etc. As I couldn't find any non-porno game with
a breastfeeding theme, I started making my own
game as a free-time project. Being a dedicated
worker, I used to stay back to finish work quite
often. As my office computer is much more
powerful than my home system, I would sometimes
bring my personal work to do in the office after
hours.
In the game I was creating, I modeled my "Lady"
on Miss Anita. She is the daughter of our
Managing Director and the Director of our
Division. She has a lovely figure and baby-like
face. Recently out of post graduation, she was a
brilliant lady. One of those that appear to
brighten up the place she goes. Guys in our
department take all pains to work more just to
get her appreciation. I pulled out a few photos
of her out of our company bulletin website and
was using them to create my game.
One day, I was working late. After I finished my work, as I
wasn't expecting anyone in the office, I started
to work on my game. I don't know when I closed
my eyes and dozed off. In my sleep, I was
dreaming of an angel, who caressed my head,
enclosed my head in her wings, and buried my
face in her breasts. Her breasts felt like silk
and her milk smelled like perfume. I took her
nipple in my mouth and started suckling.
Suddenly I started suffocating and jerked out of
my dream, and found my face buried in a pair of
firm breasts and a hand holding my face tightly
to it. I pulled away and found it to be Anita.
The front of her blouse was wet with my saliva.
She left the room without saying anything. I was
a bit confused. When I was about to shut down my
system, I saw that the last screen on my system
was the game clip of Anita opening her blouse
and inviting me (er...the player) to feed from
her breasts. My immediate concern was
"Would she have seen that while I dozed
off? Or perhaps the screen saver turned on
before that?" I cursed myself for my
carelessness. I shut down the computer and went
to my apartment. All night I was remembering
Anita’s clothed breasts in front of my face
and the wetness of my saliva on them, and
"came" in my bed a number of times.
The next morning, as I came to my seat, I had a message
waiting on my seat from Mrs. Anjali (Anita's
Personal Assistant) that Anita wants me in her
room as soon as I’m in my seat. Once I went to
Anita’s room, my eyes went straight to her
breasts. I had to use all of my my will power
not to make it obvious. She instructed her P.A
not to allow anyone in or any phone calls. Then
she started explaining to me:
"Yesterday, when I came to your seat, you were
sleeping in your seat, head hanging down behind
the chair, obviously tired, but smiling. Urged
by pity and this protective feeling, I lifted up
your head and hugged you to my body, and then
suddenly you started suckling my breast over the
fabric. I had this new feeling, not sexual, but
a sensation I’ve never felt before. I didn't
want to let you go... I was thinking about this
all night. What’s the matter? What were you
dreaming about?”
I told her that I was dreaming about an angel breastfeeding
me.
"Do you still dream about being breastfed, after all
these years of growing up?"
I decided to come clean with her and explained how this is
an intimate passion of mine; that desire is the
only force that keep me going, even about the
game I was making for myself. When she asked me
to show the game, I went to the system on her
table, accessed my system over the network, and
started opening the game. She stood next to me
and was watching the screen. I felt the same
perfume as in my dream. By the time we finished
watching the screen, she was standing very close
to me, her sari moved to one side, and as I
lifted my head, she held the back of my head and
pushed it into her breast. I clearly felt her
stiff nipple thru the fabric on my face. I
opened my mouth and took her clothed breast into
my mouth and started suckling. She pressed my
face to her, and with the other hand, unbuttoned
the lower few buttons of her blouse and exposed
her other breast. She then moved my face to her
breast, positioned my mouth to her nipple level
and pulled me towards her; I suckled. A sharp
hiss of breath escaped her mouth and she
thrusted her nipple more into my mouth. I
started sucking as if my life depended on it.
Her eyes started to close. I immediately knew
that she enjoyed it as much as I do. After a
while, she started pulling my face away. I
looked at her longingly. She then opened her
blouse even further exposing her other breast
and pulled me towards it. I suckled her for
about half an hour. Then, lest others in the
office get suspicious, we pulled away
reluctantly. She asked me to go back to my seat,
but to be careful not to let anyone see the game
clips.
Things went on a fast pace that day. I was taken out of the
current project I was working on, and was
assigned a new project, still under the director
in charge. I understood that Anita did it so
that my colleagues don't get suspicious of the
frequency of long "meetings" with the
director. I can clearly see that Anita is
getting addicted to my suckling of her breasts.
I can't believe what was happening; being so
intimate with such a beautiful, intelligent,
lovely lady. We were not just lovers - Not all
lovers can be THIS close.
Anita called me to her room at least twice a day, and the
frequency and duration steadily increased. Both
of us were not looking for sex. Only I had a
small concern in the back of my mind...
something was missing.
Anita was already a lady of every man's desire. In a couple
of months her already firm breasts became firmer
and there was a slight but visible increase in
her breast size. There were talks in the office
that the Director was becoming more and more
beautiful by day, and that she might be
pregnant. Such gossips eventually died away. Her
nipples have become a bit longer, and almost hit
my throat while I suckled. Meanwhile I got my
promotion as the Chief Engineer. That didn't
raise any eyebrows as I was competent and
already due for a raise. As per the norm, I got
my own cabin. It was right next to the
Director's cabin and the rooms of the director's
where internal doors connected her to her P.A
and to my room.
Another thing I noticed was that instead of the 3 chairs
meant for visitors to my room, there was a
single couch. So, instead of her standing near
my chair or my kneeling down in front of her
chair to suckle, she could sit comfortably in
the couch and I could lie with my head on her
lap. Since quite a bit of time is spent everyday
in suckling, it started to affect my performance
in my projects. To set that right, I started
staying back almost every day, and often Anita
would visit the office to "refresh"
me.
One day as I was lying down on Anita’s lap and suckling
dreamily, the phone started ringing. When I
tried to get up, Anita pushed me back and
attended tp the phone. It suddenly dawned upon
me that Anjali knows that her boss is in my
room. I started to wonder how much she knows,
and then wondering, who else knows.
When one day Anita didn't come to the office, I was
becoming restless. By about lunch time, Anjali
came and informed me that Anita had gone out of
station for a couple of days watching my face
dimming like a fused bulb. Then she came to me
and asked if I really liked to breastfeed so
much. I almost jumped. Anjali said that Anita
had taken her into confidence and had told
everything - that I love to suckle like an
ever-hungry baby. "I’m surprised"
she said, "that you don't think
breastfeeding to be gross, unlike many men
I’ve seen". She also said that Anita has
an inner grief that she couldn't give me real
milk I wanted. "Do you really expect milk
when suckling her breasts?" she asked. I
couldn't say anything. Just nodded. Then Anjali
got up and came to me, and suddenly hugged my
face to her breasts. The front of her dress was
slightly moist and immediately I understood.
Anjali was a bit older than Anita, and her breasts are not
as firm as Anita’s breasts. However I can
always see a kindness in her face and often I
used to think of her like my elder sister. She
sat down on the couch and asked me to lie down,
with my head on her lap. She opened her blouse
to reveal an industrial strength-nursing bra.
She fingered a latch and opened the right cup
and removed a pad, and then watched my face for
a moment. Her breasts were bigger and heavier
than that of Anita and were a bit sagging. Her
nipples and areolas were darker than that of
Anita. As I watched, milk formed on the tip of
her nipple like a pearl. I touched her breast
and milk sprayed in a fine jet onto my face. She
positioned my head and her breast in a
comfortable position and brushed her wet nipple
on my lip. Instinctively I opened my mouth and
closed it around her nipple. Even before I could
suck, milk started flowing into my mouth. It was
sweet, warm, and the most delicious and
wonderful thing I’ve ever tasted. She pressed
my face closer into her breast, and milk flowed
so much that I was finding it difficult not to
let it overflow. She held her breasts with two
fingers so that it wouldn't press into my nose,
and slightly pressed it. It was as if I was a
baby, and she was teaching me to suckle
properly. "Drink all you want dear"
she said, "it's all for you".
While I suckled, milk started dripping from her other
breast; I even thought that I had heard her
moaned. She took my hand and placed it on
her breast. I caressed it but was a bit afraid
to press any further lest this precious milk go
to waste. I was beginning to get full but didn't
want to let go of the life-giving nectar. After
about 5 minutes, Anjali inserted a finger into
my mouth breaking the suction. She then moved a
bit in her seat to give me access to her other
breast. I sucked with renewed vigor. She brushed
my hair and kissed my forehead. Looking at the
size of her breasts, it was difficult to believe
that there was so much milk in them, as they
didn't appear to be very big. However, they
never showed any signs of drying up. I heard her
telling me something about how happy she was to
have another baby at the work place.
After
a while she pulled away, pressed her nipples to
stop the milk flow, and covered her breasts. She
then hugged my face to her breast and said
"Dear, whenever you want to be breastfed,
you can come to me. But on one condition: Now
that you get real milk, that shouldn't change
anything between you and Anita. It also
shouldn't come in the way of your career".
I nodded my head. She gave me a squeeze, kissed
me on my cheeks and left to her room. I went
back to my work and only Anjali knows how
desperately I was waiting for Anita to come
back.
So, unlike most other people, I am always eager to go to my
work, to my sweetheart and a sister. I'll tell
about my moving to Anjali's neighborhood and my
further adventures and happenings some other
time.
©
T.S.Rajesh
tsrajesh.indian@gmail.com
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