The Cream in My Coffee

Chapter One

 

Ed left his office and went to his secretary’s work area. Claris was on the phone with a client giving him reassurance the crew would be done with the job by the end of the week.

Uninterested in the conversation, Ed pointed emphatically into his coffee mug. It was full of plain black coffee he had fixed for himself.

Claris rolled her eyes at him. She was wearing her professional secretary’s outfit, nothing overly fancy, just a skirt, white blouse, and blazer. Just enough to deal with the public on the rare occasion someone other than the small staff came into the office. She was slightly worried her clothing was a little too tight, a little too revealing, but Ed never complained.

More importantly she was worried that she was getting too fat for the clothing she had.

Ed reached for her, but she pulled back; she was tethered to the desk by the cord to the phone’s headset. Still, she had plenty of room to move around. Almost absently she started unbuttoning her blouse. The blazer wasn’t in the way at all. 

The bra she wore was lacy, but perfectly appropriate for the office. She hauled out one of her large and swollen breasts. Taking the mug from Ed she placed it on the desk in front of her. Seating herself while still talking on the phone, she aimed her nipple at the three-quarters filled mug and squeezed the soft flesh of her breast.

Five streams of milk erupted from the nipple. She was close enough to the cup that all the milk went exactly where she had intended. She repeated this process several more times, changing the black liquid to a cloudy brown. 

“And thank you for calling,” she said as she disconnected the call, handed the mug back to Ed and then slipped her breast back into her bra.

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that while I’m on the phone.” She ran her eyes over her boss. Tweed jacket, bright yellow tie that was entirely unnecessary for their private office, and plain black slacks. Everything about his outfit said office drone. 

Unlike her body that was pushing the limits of what could be considered sexy and curvy, Ed’s body was lean. Maybe he wasn’t in his physical prime, but for a man well into his forties, he was still incredibly fit and handsome. Not exactly rugged, but he looked better with a bit of scruff on his face instead of a clean shave. 

She was well-familiar with that scruff and how it could sandpaper soft flesh.

She wanted to be sandpapered right then and there.

She hated herself for wanting that.

Ed carefully stirred his now-creamed coffee with the plastic spoon he had carried with him. 

“I think you like doing it more than you like to admit,” he said to her casually. He noted that she hadn’t buttoned the top button of her blouse but he couldn’t determine if that was because she had forgotten or if it was a deliberate ploy on her part.

He hoped it was a deliberate ploy.

“Now’s not the time,” she told him.

“Why not? The office is empty.” He grinned at her. It was the middle of the morning. The staff that needed to come in had already arrived and left on their appointments. The office was empty but for the two of them.

That was part of the thrill: the danger of getting caught.

She didn’t like that feeling...or so she told herself. She liked it after the fact, after they had gotten away with it. She knew they were eventually going to get caught.

That’s what really scared her.

“Because we’ll get caught.”

He shook his head slowly. “Everyone’s out until at least noon.”

She looked down at her desk and computer. There was precious little to do for the next hour or two other than answer the phone. It was too good a job to risk playing games like this.

But Ed was a part owner of the business.

Shit.

“Not here,” she said.

Again he shook his head. “Why not here?” 

He knew why. This was all just part of the game they were playing. A game they had successfully played many times before.

“Too risky.”

She wanted to, but it was too much risk. They were both married, but to other people. He was an owner of the business, but she was just an employee who desperately needed the job.

She knew he wasn’t leaving his wife. She knew she wasn’t leaving her husband and her baby.

The humiliation of getting caught was too much for her.

The risk of losing her job because she told Ed no...well, that was unlikely, but possible. Yes, she was sleeping with the boss, but he was a genuinely nice man who didn’t want to put her on the street.

But more than anything she realized her panties were drenched with her amrita. She wanted to fuck him, but getting caught...she felt like she was back in high school sneaking around on her parents and his parents.

Worse, she could feel her milk welling up in her tits. 

Why had she put herself in this position?

“It’s not too risky,” he said, sounding much like that high school boyfriend who was always willing to fuck anywhere and anyplace regardless of risk or circumstances. In the car in the school parking lot. In the woods behind his house. In her family room while her parents were sleeping upstairs. In the changing room of the JCPenney’s where she had her weekend job. 

“Anyone could walk in,” she said.

But that was part of the fun.

“Just turn around and show me your ass,” he persuaded her. 

She rolled her eyes. Claris knew that Ed liked big tits on women and big asses. She had both. She also felt fat for having both. She hadn’t ever lost all the baby weight she had put on during her pregnancy. Having a two year old at home only made her feel more guilty about not having lost it.

Ed didn’t complain.

At home Ray commented on her weight all the time.

She stood up from her chair and turned away from Ed. She even went so far as to bend over and let her ass stick up in the air. Her forearms were on the desk and she felt dirty and exposed and naked. But she wasn’t naked.

And then she felt his hands tugging upward on her skirt.

“No!” she gasped out loud, cutting herself off, trying to be quiet even though there was no one else around. Her hands went to his, preventing him from pulling her skirt higher. 

“Just show me your ass.”

It wasn’t the risk or the nudity now. It was that she didn’t want him to see her underwear.

“No!” she almost shouted now.

He stopped tugging on her tight skirt. “Why not?”

Her face was red with embarrassment. How had she let her life get to this point?

“You won’t like what you see.”

He grinned. “But I love looking at your ass.” He tugged gently but she still resisted.

Claris knew that she could complain and resist all she wanted, but it was going to happen this morning. They were going to have sex. She wanted to, but she was breaking so many promises she had made to herself and to him and to her husband.

Shit. 

“First, let me say I’m sorry and I was rushed this morning,” she said and then let go of his wrists.

Ed was happy. He continued to slowly raise her skirt. Eventually the tops of her thigh high stockings were revealed. Yes, her thighs were meatier than she liked, but he liked a substantial woman, and her thighs fit her stockings perfectly. Today they didn’t have lacy tops, but a series of three black circles that denoted the tops, a more modern style than plain lace. 

Above the tops of the stockings was her milky white skin. He loved her soft skin and soft flesh. She despised her pale body, especially after months of winter weather. She wanted some color to her skin. He didn’t like tanned women at all, so Ed didn’t complain. 

The skirt was drawn up higher and Ed discovered the bottom edge of her panties before he found the crease of her buttocks. He frowned in annoyance and quickly revealed the rest of her panty-covered ass by jerking the skirt all the way up to her waist.

“What’s this?” he demanded.

“I told you that I was in a hurry this morning,” she explained.

This was half serious and half a game. She was never sure which way she should lean during this part of their sex play.

“I’ve told you time and again,” he said in the tone of a boss who was done with the incompetent job his employee was performing, “these are unacceptable at the office. Black silk. White silk. Red silk. Black lace. White lace. Red lace. Those colors only. Those materials only. No cotton. No other colors. Thong preferred.”

“I know.” Claris didn’t exactly sob, but she felt great disappointment in herself for not living up to Ed’s standards.

Yes she was fucking the boss and yes he was paying her well for her job, but it wasn’t just sex and it wasn’t just a job.

She didn’t know what it was.

“And what are you wearing?”

“Cotton bikinis,” she said. “A lot of colors.”

Ed stared at the broad expanse of Claris’s ass that was decorated with purple and orange and green and blue and yellow geometric designs. “Very disappointing. Take them off.”

Claris swallowed and did as he asked. She hooked her thumbs into the top elastic of the panties and pulled them over her ass down to the top of her black stockings. Her bare ass quickly grew goosebumps in the cool office air...or maybe she grew goosebumps in anticipation of what was about to happen.

“All the way,” he said.

There was a bit of a struggle as she got the cotton panties over the top edge of the stockings and her thick thighs, but eventually she got them down far enough where they dropped to the floor.

Ed knelt behind her and lifted first one foot and then the other so she could step out of her panties. She was wearing heels that were appropriate for the office, if maybe just a bit too sexy for a secretary in her late twenties, but that’s what Ed liked.

He held her panties in his hand for a moment, feeling the warmth from them and the moisture. While he didn’t bring them up to his nose to smell her desire, he got her scent anyway. After briefly considering throwing them in the trash can next to her desk, he instead shoved them in his jacket pocket.

“Are we done?” she asked him impertinently.

Placing a hand on the small of her back he said, “No, we are not done.”

She stayed face down on the desk, glad she always kept it neat and tidy. Ed gazed at her large ass. It wasn’t fat in his eyes, but it was a nice handful. The large double globes rose up into the air, split in half by the cleft that led down to her back entrance and then the slit that was the opening to her pussy. The perfect white skin of her ass had only two imperfections. There was a faint light brown birthmark on the left cheek. On the right cheek was a small tattoo in the shape of a unicorn’s outline, a relic of when she was a little too wild after high school.

She let him look. She liked him looking.

She wasn’t prepared for the strong smack that landed on her soft, white skin.

Claris let out a yelp that would have alerted the entire office had it not been empty.

“I don't want to punish you,” he said.

“Then don’t,” she sassed back.

In response he spanked her other cheek and listened to her slightly softer yelp. Already two bright red handprints were obvious on her skin. “What I want is to fuck and suck you,” he said. “Would you prefer a punishment?”

Claris wasn’t sure how she felt about being spanked. During sex she sort of liked it, but just to be spanked was a kink that wasn’t for her. Occasionally Ed liked to treat her fat ass with some spanks and abuse, and she allowed him, but it wasn’t what she liked.

“No thank you,” she said politely.

“Then stand up and march your ass into my office,” he said, taking control of her.

She liked to be ordered around.

At least, she liked to be ordered around by Ed when they were having sex.

He let her wait in his office for a long minute while he took his time to appear. She stood in the middle of his office. She didn’t dare sit down; that might upset him. And she didn’t want the pain of sitting on top of the quick spanking she had already received.

When he walked in, instead of sitting behind his desk, he sat at one of the two chairs that were for visitors. 

Her skirt was back down where it should be. No one could tell that she wasn’t wearing panties. 

After staring at her a moment, he said, “Open up your blouse. No. Wait. Fuck it. Take off the blazer. Take off the blouse. Take off your bra.”

Trying to keep her smile contained, she stripped as he ordered, taking off each piece of clothing and laying them on top of his desk. When her bra came off, her large breasts bobbled around with her every movement. She was careful about it, but he still noticed that she carefully hid the nursing pad inside her bra. It wouldn’t do to have anyone see her leaking milk.

Not that they would know the full truth.

Turning to him, she leaned forward, presenting her tits in the way she knew he loved. “What now?” she asked. She liked being half-naked in his office. This was wrong. Very wrong. That’s what made the sex better.

He patted his lap. “Have a seat. I’m thirsty and coffee isn’t what I need.”

Claris was always nervous about sitting in his lap. She knew that she didn’t weigh as much as he did and he was strong and could handle it, but she wasn’t a petite girl either. Still, she did as she was told and straddled his legs, sitting down on his lap, forcing her skirt upward so that it became a band of material around her pudgy middle. 

Her ass was exposed.

Her pussy was exposed.

Her tits were exposed. 

She was completely vulnerable.

She liked that.

He liked that.

Ed wasn’t looking at her face, even though she was carefully studying his. He was staring at her tits. 

She didn’t blame him.

She wanted him to stare at her tits.

Actually, she wanted him to suck on her tits.

A second later, without a further word, he leaned forward to her left breast and took her big nipple and areola into his mouth and sucked.

She moaned in pleasure.

Her milk was always right there. He only needed a few sucks before his mouth was completely flooded with her sweet, creamy milk.

It was fine in his coffee.

It was even better directly from the source.

Her right nipple started to dribble milk. Automatically she reached up and pressed her hand to stem the flood. 

Ed happily feasted on her milk. Milk that had sustained her baby for the first year of life and then had never stopped because of Ed’s obsession with her tits and milk. Ray complained about her failure to dry up. He wasn’t nearly as enamored of her milk as Ed was. 

Claris liked lactating for her boss. She liked lactating for anyone, but right now the only one who appreciated her talent was Ed.

She loved lactating. It made her feel womanly. It turned her on. 

Right now it was turning her on to the point where she was certain her pussy was going to start dripping exactly like her right breast.

She was relieved when he switched from the left breast to the right. Her milk had been building up painfully and the slow leak wasn’t helping matters. Only his mouth helped. 

Unconsciously she moaned in expression of how he was making her feel. Just as unconsciously she started rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy and clit on his muscular leg. It wasn’t much movement, but it was noticeable to Ed right away.

After he had removed just enough milk from her right side to make the pain ebb away, he released her nipple. 

“Are you getting yourself off?” he asked, lightly resting his hands on her moving hips.

The moment he asked the question, she realized what she had been doing and stopped.

“I’m sorry!” Claris blurted out. “I couldn’t help myself.”

His hand curled around to cup her generously proportioned ass. “Do you need to cum?” he asked as he massaged her flesh.

“Uh-huh,” she admitted and twisted her shoulders so her right breast was in his face again. She just wanted—needed—him to keep nursing. She could cum that way, she was sure of it. She’d gotten close in the past, but she was still waiting for the day where she would cum just from being suckled and not fucked.

“I need to fuck you then,” he said.

Those were the words she had been waiting for...and had been dreading. 

It wasn’t as if he were just going to bend her over the desk and roger her like a submissive secretary. Their relationship had advanced too far for that. But there were other considerations that needed to be addressed.

The first was that she needed to get off his lap.

It was possibly the most painful action she ever undertook. She had done it many times before, separating from Ed before either of them had cum, but it was necessary.

Like any good secretary, she went into his desk to find the supply that she needed. 

Seeing the package of condoms in the bottom drawer of his desk made her pause for a second before she grabbed it and pulled one out.

Claris desperately hoped that Ed didn’t expense the condoms they used.

Hurrying back to where Ed was still sitting in the chair, she opened up the condom packet. He had opened up his pants and shoved them down. His cock was out. It was already hard, but Claris couldn’t help herself. 

Going down to her knees, she took his cock in her hand and licked it from balls to head, sucking on the corona a little to remove the precum. It was slick and salty. He didn’t produce it in the same volume that she produced her breast milk, but it wasn’t a competition. 

Ed sighed contentedly as she mouthed him. “You know what to do,” he said. It was half compliment and half command. 

She knew that he didn’t want her to suck him off. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted his cock inside of her if only to make her cum. 

It was easy to roll the condom down his length. She had done it dozens of times with him. Before that she had done it dozens, if not hundreds, of times with other boyfriends.

And her husband.

She tried not to think about Ray.

Once the condom covered the length of Ed’s erection, she climbed back on his lap and grasped the base of his manhood. It was easy to guide him into her pussy. She was dripping wet and as he pushed in and filled her up; there was precious little resistance.

Claris didn’t want to think about if that made her a slut or not because she already knew the truth.

“Nice hot, wet pussy,” Ed complimented her as he gripped her ass to get her into position. Once she was exactly where he wanted her, his mouth went back to her nipple and the milk flowed easily. 

If this had been all that there was, Claris would have been happy. 

But there was more. Much more.

He held her. He thrusted his hips up into her, reaching places her husband had never explored. Claris found it difficult to balance her body on his lap and against the chair, but it was worth it. 

Her free breast dripped steadily. His cock slammed in and out of her. His fingers clutched her ass, straying dangerously close to her back entrance. She ground her hips down on him, looking for some friction against his pubic bone, a little extra thrill for her clit.