12 comments/ 125890 views/ 21 favorites Wet Nipples By: rheineck1 In what turned out to be exquisite irony, I was working for one of the largest dairy processing facilities in the lush southern half of New Zealand. Raw milk came in on tankers and was processed into milk powder, cheese and pure anhydrous milk fat. I worked closely with the lab staff who were responsible for sampling the dried milk powder and running an assortment of tests to ensure the process was working well. As one of the only men connected with the all-female labstaff, I was in an interesting position to note the bitchiness of the all-female group, and several times I commented on the "gang up and attack" mentality to some of my male colleagues from other parts of the complex. One young Canadian woman, Ivonne, suffered quite badly at the hands of this group. She was a little bit shy and not yet confident enough to stand up for herself when confronted by some of her bitchy work mates. Having said that, Ivonne was an intelligent, hard working young woman who had a French Canadian accent that made my cock twitch every time I heard it. She had a pretty arse and was inclined to show off a little bit of her mid-rift on days when it warmed up a bit. Ivonne was a fair bit younger than me and while impure thoughts raced through my head, I knew it was never going to lead anywhere. But I couldn't help feeling a little bit protective towards her. I found out that Ivonne had been reduced to tears by an incident in which she was falsely accused of a mistake by her work mates. I decided to step in and help things along, so I waded in and gave the group an exact description of themselves, leaving them with a complete understanding of what a pack of complete bitches they all were. Having had the riot act read out to them seemed to make most of them stop and think about their behaviour, and I could see some of the group looking a bit foolish as they realised how badly they had acted. As I left I noticed that Ivonne had tears in her eyes, thankful that someone had stood up for her. The following day, I spoke to Ivonne and told her that if she ever felt pressured and needed someone to talk to, that she should come down and see me in my office which was in a very quiet part of the plant. She was genuinely thankful for the offer and promised to do so. Several months passed and I had no visit from Ivonne. My inside information told me she had made her peace with the group, which made me happy. In the intervening time she had also revealed her pregnancy and was now very close to being full term. Although not a big woman, her pregnancy had caused her breasts to grow well out of proportion with the rest of her and they were now taut against the fabric of the tops she wore. Her pregnant belly was remarkably slight. It was the start of her last week at work when I received an urgent knock on my office door. Ivonne came in without waiting for a reply and promptly burst into loud sobbing wails and tears. She was absolutely incapable of speaking and was clearly in pain. I went to hold her and give her a reassuring hug, but as soon as I embraced her she yelped in pain again and stepped back from me. I didn't understand what had happened, but was very worried that I had hurt her somehow. After what seemed like minutes of crying she finally managed to talk. "I'm sorry Mark, I'm such an idiot". "What's happened Ivonne, what's wrong?" "I'm only 8 months pregnant" she wailed. "God this is embarrassing - I'm making so much milk already and my breasts hurt so badly I want to scream. I didn't know who to turn to." She shyly lifted her blouse up showing me the sodden underside of her bra. "I'm leaking everywhere and I can't stop it". She started crying again. Like an idiot I realised that my attempt at a sympathetic embrace earlier had simply caused her more pain. Ivonne was now getting really upset and while I was worried about her, my Y chromosomes had kicked in and frankly I couldn't stop thinking about her tits. The glimpse of her milk-sodden bra had made my cock jump and I was desperately trying to conceal it. Of course I knew what I could do to help Ivonne, but I wasn't sure whether or not I'd get her to agree. "Ivonne, there's a way that I can help you, but it's a bit ..ahhhh.. on the edge so to speak..." I said. "God Mark, I don't care what it is, please make the pain go away –I'll try anything". So here it was, time to either get lucky or get fired for some kind of sexual harassment. "Well frankly, I was thinking I could do it the old fashioned way". I let that thought hang in the air for a few seconds as Ivonne made the jump to what I was suggesting, and I could see the look of shock on her face. But then as her breasts continued to shout out in pain and the tears streamed down her French Canadian cheeks, she nodded in agreement as it became obvious that it was the perfect solution. Despite everything, I knew Ivonne wasn't going to take any active role in fulfilling this solution. I closed the blinds, put my "out of office" sign out and locked the door. I had a small settee in the office and I led her over to it. I decided to sit down first and then I simply pulled Ivonne over so that she was straddling me from the front, facing me so that her breasts were at eye level. Her crotch was pushing down on my cock, but I was sure she was too occupied with the pain of her beasts to worry about it. I couldn't believe what I was going to do. "Ivonne, are you sure you're ok with this? "YES, just make my breasts stop hurting PLEASE" I unbuttoned the front of her blouse being careful not to put any pressure on her swollen jugs. As I exposed her wet brassiere I could see the outline of her nipples pushing through from the inside of the fabric. I reached around behind her to unclip the bra but Ivonne knocked my hands away. "It's at the front Mark" Despite having her tits thrusting directly at my face, I had neglected to notice the buckle resting between her cleavage. Dope! Gently I unhooked the clasp and let the cups of her bra fall away. As her breasts fell out of the supports, Ivonne uttered a painful whelp. My god she had beautiful tits. They were large with prominent dark nipples and the areolae were crinkled, not smooth, and a much lighter colour. I could see the blue veins stretched along the skin on the tops and they both swayed gently together with the obvious mass of her milk inside. But the thing that made me almost ejaculate in my pants was the wetness. Watery coloured milk was gently pushing out from around her nipples, and started dripping onto the bulge of her pregnant tummy. She was still crying a little, and every time her diaphram contracted with the pain a little spray of milk jetted out from both breasts, covering us both. It was probably the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. Ivonne put one hand behind my head and used the other to lift her left nipple directly into my mouth. I didn't know quite what to do, but decided to make a circle with my lips and tried to suck the whole areola into my mouth rather than pursing my lips around the nipple. Clearly this was the right thing as immediately I was rewarded with several streams of milk spraying into my mouth from around the circumference of her teat. Ivonne groaned loudly above me as the pressure on her left breast was being relieved. As the minutes passed I had given up any pretence of sympathy and instead was suckling on her like a little pig. I was swallowing as quickly as I could and breathing heavily through my nose. Gradually the flow of milk started to wane and I started thrusting my tongue around the swollen nub, prompting it for more of the life giving liquid and sucking hard against her breast. Reluctantly, I allowed Ivonne to prise my head away. "Quickly, do the other one now". I hungrily captured her other nipple and started drinking the fresh lactate as it splashed into my mouth. About this time Ivonne started to thrust her crotch in against mine while groaning with delight as her burden was lifted. My cock was erect and painful, confined and with 70kg of squealing woman rocking back and forth on me. I could hear Ivonne start to mumble incoherently in my ear and I knew that she was now as aroused as I was. I had managed to keep my hands to myself so far, but now I lifted them from her pregnant tummy and started to caress the swaying mounds of flesh as I suckled. Clearly she was now in her own head space and was rocketing her way towards an orgasm. I was more than happy to keep feeding the fire. "God don't stop Mark, please, keep sucking, oh god, oh god". Suddenly Ivonne let out an abrupt sigh in my ear and thrust hard against my cock. Her fingers clenched behind my head and she stopped moving as the tension in her body exploded and then gradually released in a compelling orgasm. Right then I wanted to slip my hand down the front of her pants and push my fingers through the wetness of her cunt, but despite everything that had happened, I knew I didn't dare. This moment was all about her, and it was still a very fine line with a fellow employee. Eventually Ivonne regained her composure and then slowly bought her lips around to mine. She kissed me passionately for a little while, deftly slipping her tongue into my mouth and licking along my lips. "Mmmm, I taste good" she said in a playful voice. Clearly she was feeling better now as the swelling in her chest had been relieved. She clicked her bra back together and buttoned up the front of her blouse. Her eyes captured mine and gently but deliberately she rocked forward, trapping my cock against the layers of material where her sex was. She was in no doubt that I was hard as a rock. "Mark, I know what you want, but I can't let you do it". I was gutted, but not surprised. As she got off me and walked unsteadily towards the door of my office, she looked over her shoulder. "We'll see what happens tomorrow eh?" With a satisfied smile she left the office. ========================================== Authors note. Kia Ora. I don't normally write stories with more than one part, but I may do so with this one if the feedback is positive enough. Cheers, rheineck1. Wet Nipples Ch. 02 After Ivonne had left the office, I sat and thought for a while about what had just happened. Summary: a shy pregnant sexy girl who had milk leaking from her tits had walked into my office, and I'd sucked them dry while she orgasmed on my legs. Whew. Ivonne had left me totally frustrated and I was thinking about pulling my cock out and jerking off when the phone rang. A maintenance call from the factory soon had me moving out the door and trying to push Ivonne from my mind. The following day at work was a Saturday. As the factory staff all worked a 5 days on 3 days off shift, it was quite normal to be at work on the weekend. However it was always less busy than the week days as the office staff who worked a normal 40 hour week were never on site. Ivonne's parting words to me had been "We'll see what happens tomorrow eh?" but I figured there was a very strong possibility that she had gone home to her husband and had become overwhelmed with guilt. Saturday had started badly for me as one of our near-infrared measuring instruments was performing badly. I had been called in at 3.00am to repair it and it had taken until 11.30am before I was happy that it was reporting fat and protein levels correctly to the plant operations staff. I returned to my office tired and grumpy and promptly fell asleep at my desk, intending to have a quick nap and then drive home. At about 1.30pm I was woken up by a sound in the office. I looked up from my desk and was very pleasantly surprised to find that Ivonne had returned again while I slept, and was waiting on the settee for me. She smiled at me and said something in muted French that I didn't understand. But honestly, it wouldn't have mattered if she had spoken a dialect of Cantonese because I knew exactly what she wanted. You see, Ivonne wasn't just "waiting" for me on the settee. She was kneeling on it doggy style, with her absolutely perfect Canadian butt thrust in the air and outlined by a dark coloured skirt. She had removed her top and bra so that her pregnant tummy and breasts were now hanging down below her and were resting on the seat cushion. She was moving back and forth in a slow motion that was making her pendulous breasts sway and was dragging her erect nipples around on the material of the settee. Her long hair was trailing down across her shoulders turning the whole picture into even more of a tease. She spoke again and this time I was listening. "I'm full of milk again Mark. My husband doesn't really care and I need help. I decided last night that if you'll help me until the baby is born, I'll make sure you're properly rewarded". I knew what that meant. Ivonne knew what that meant. My cock knew what that meant. "I need you to take care of me Mark. Now." I got up from the desk and walked to her as she looked up into my eyes. Things were going to be a little different this time. As I stood in front of her she playfully pushed her nose against the bulge of my cock while I ran my hands down the length of her spine and then across the swell of her backside. I moved around to the front of the settee and ran my hands back up in the opposite direction, across her hips and waist, and then up to her arms. I then reached down beneath each armpit and grasped her tits with my thumbs on one side and fingers on the other so that my hands partially encircled the mounds of flesh. I squeezed and then slid my hands down towards her nipples. The pale life giving liquid inside her breasts then exploded out of her, spraying thin jets everywhere. Ivonne squealed loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure as my thumbs and fingers finished their downward stroke onto her nipples. It was an incredible sound. She was expressing milk in all directions and I continued to knead and manipulate her tits from my vantage point above her, letting gravity do its work. Ivonne then straightened up and arched back against me. I reached underneath her breasts and continued to lift and squeeze them, urging her milk to escape. I was rutting my cock against the crack of her backside as she puffed breathlessly. I was feeling pretty horny now and was getting a little bit rough with her, but Ivonne was groaning with pleasure and was clearly having a fantastic experience. Wanting more now, I stopped milking her with my hands and pulled her around into a sitting position. Ivonne was allowing me to do whatever I wanted with her, and this time I intended to make sure we were both satisfied. She was still gasping with pleasure from my initial ministrations, and now as I kneeled on the floor between her legs and reached to suckle her nipples into my mouth she began to shake violently with an orgasm. I reached under her skirt and pulled her butt closer to the edge of the sofa, and then roughly sucked her whole left nipple and areola into my mouth, greedily drinking the remaining milk. With my hands under her skirt I slowly traced the outline of her somewhat practical panties, and then as I continued to explore I found the gusset of her underwear absolutely sopping wet with the seepage from her cunt. The milk from her left breast was nearly exhausted now, and I swapped over to the right, encouraging the flow with my tongue. I had now worked my hands under her panties and I started to gently explore her messy wet cunt. My fingers penetrated her and I applied pressure to the upper wall of her canal, looking for that spot that would make her stomach clench. Ivonne looked at me with total lust in her eyes as I probed her sex. I ran the ball of my thumb over and around her protruding clitoris, and I could feel the pubic hair around her lips becoming slicked down with her juices. Her milk was now essentially finished and it was time to move things along. I wanted to claim my prize, but first I wanted the taste of pussy in my mouth. I stood up, moved her legs together and then reached up under her skirt and roughly yanked Ivonne's wet panties down to her ankles and then off all together. Kneeling back down between her legs I leaned in and started to suck her pussy lips into my mouth and tongue the entrance to her vagina. Ivonne reached behind my head and held it to keep my mouth pressed against her. My nose was rubbing against her prominent clitoris as I tongue fucked her, drinking the juice from this Canadian beauty. She looked good, tasted good, smelt good, and now the texture of her cunt lips in between mine was all I could have hoped for. It was time to fuck. I stood up in front of Ivonne and removed my pants and underwear. My cock was erect and it throbbed slightly in time with my heartbeat. Ivonne reached forward and wrapped her hand around the shaft and jacked me back and forth a few times. She lifted her right breast and rubbed her wet nipple around my glands a few times. Her head came forward and she reached out with her tongue to tease me briefly, but instead I tilted her chin up with my hand and signaled her to stop. No more teasing. Time to fuck. Ivonne understood. She lay back and bought her legs up, holding them apart with her hands behind her knees. She was completely exposed now, her pussy lips were wide open and leaking. I moved forward and placed her legs over my shoulders, and then none-to-gently fitted my cock into her waiting gash and thrust home. At the same time I pinched each of her nipples with my thumb and fore-fingers and I started pumping into her, hard. Ivonne had her head thrown back and was just uttering quiet "uh uh uh " sounds as I really started to hit her cervix with my cock. Her nipples continued to produce little droplets of milk as I rolled them between my fingers, and her pregnant tummy was jiggling back and forth. This wasn't going to be any marathon fuck fest: I knew I couldn't last long inside her. Not only was I still frustrated from the day before, but I had a perfect storm of sexuality sitting in front of me and my cock was encased in a warm clenching liquid bath. As I fucked into her, my orgasm built quickly. Her tits were bouncing back and forth as I continued to drive my cock into that gorgeous pussy. Finally my legs started shaking with a tremor and I felt the mother-load of semen rise up from my balls and explode into her as I ejaculated with more force than I can ever remember. I barely stayed upright as my own "milk" was squirted deep against her cervical opening. Ivonne was getting tired now, and with good reason. I pulled my flaccid cock out of her and a small stream of my cum immediately started leaking out. She managed to clean up with some tissues and then tried to mop up some of the breast milk that had splashed over both of us. She dressed quickly despite being unsteady on her legs, and then came over and kissed me on the cheek. "I thought I could do this Mark, but now I'm not so sure. Au revoir."