u/deanthegreat

It all started when you stopped going to the lactation room and started pumping at your desk. You covered modestly, but that didn’t stop the strange looks you got. The men in the office would stare longer than usual, and the women in the office judged from a distance, no doubt a little jealous of the new found attention you were getting.

When the degenerate man from sales groped you we all thought that would be the end of it. But your reaction was a surprise to us all. A quick smile, a bat of those flirtatious eyes, and a wet spot on your shirt is all it took for you to embrace your new role as the office milk tap.

You started wearing more revealing outfits, nursing bras, and dolled yourself up for all the other pigs on the floor. Soon, the milk in the office fridge went bad because a much fresher source was always available at your desk. Management would have put a stop to it, if they weren’t latching on as well.

Now you’re just the free use community milk bucket, and your increasing cup size proves that demand can and does increase supply.

I’ve been dealing with hyperspermia ever since puberty and it’s a blessing and a curse. It’s always a roll of the dice how my partners will react when I disclose it. Some are horrified, some are incredulous, but most are curious and turned on at the thought of it. If you have a cum fetish and want someone who can paint you from head to toe, then do it all again, send me a chat.

At my last job I had a coworker/fwb situation and the sexual tension in the office was off the charts. Whenever she wore a skirt, she never wore panties and when no one was looking she would spread her legs when I was in her office to show off how wet she was from the constant dirty texting we would do on the clock. We never had sex in the office, but we always fantasized about the copy room. She wanted to be lifted up on the copier, hit the scan button, and have it print a record of her getting bred. Like a timelapse from the moment we started to the very end, when my seed was dripping out and pooling on the cold glass between her ass cheeks. Having a record of the moment she became a mom was such a turn on for the both of us. Then at the end, she’d hike her skirt back up and walk back to her desk, clenching to keep every drop where it belonged.

I have a coworker that gets handsy around the time of the month she hits peak fertility. I can tell she’s aching to fill that void with a warm virile load and I can’t shake the fantasy of slipping her skirt off, sitting her down on the copy machine and pressing scan while breeding her. Creating our own little time lapse of the moment she became a mother is such a turn on.