A Nurse From Rumina

The elevator chimes and I straighten up as the door slowly slides away. Meeting a new client always makes me feel awkward and I have to force myself not to pull on my billowy black skirt or adjust my buttoned down red blouse. The black blazer I wear doesn't need me tugging on it either, so I content myself with readjusting the strap of my purse on my left shoulder as I move through the reception area of this office space.
A man and woman both sit at the large reception desk. Each one wearing a headset and talking away to callers while staring at their monitors. The man looks up first and I can read his expression easily enough. His eyes roam my body, finding even this conservative dress alluring. Starting at my raven black hair held up in a loose bun, he then breathes in slowly as he studies my face, my golden brown skin and almond eyes still look exotic in this midwest town. The lace collar of my blouse hides most of my neck but even this strictly professional attire can't hide the ampleness of my bosom. Then his gaze lowers to where my torso tapers in just before my hips flare out in curves that even this loose fitting skirt can't hide. The skirt cuts off at my knees and so he sees my dark fishnet stockings caress the remainder of my legs before ending in my black, strapless, open toe pumps.
As I approached the desk I reached into my purse with practiced ease and took out my business card and handed it over, "Priya Chati, with Rumina Consultants, to see Mr. Connors."
The young man took the white card with elegant black script which said simply: Rumina Consultants. Providing the care you need.
He looked it over and then checked his computer. "You're early, Mr. Connors is still in another meeting." He said apologetically.
"That's quite alright, could you just give me the directions to his office and to the ladies room?" I asked. He answered easily enough, his eyes occasionally breaking contact with mine to wander down my body. I couldn't surpress a small smile. I thanked him for the directions and walked away.
The main floor of the space was made up of cubicles and the whole room was filled with a constant clacking of fingers on keyboards with the occasional voice trying not to get angry on a phone call. It reassured me that I was in the right line of work. There was no way I could survive something like this. The air felt oppressive and I needed to be free. Or maybe that was just my blouse and bra talking.
Walking into the ladies room, a nicely spacious area that was thankfully cut off from the office noise, I checked the four stalls to make sure that I was alone. Moving to the faux marble counter I sat down my purse and quickly took off my blazer. I reached into my large purse and pulled out my real top and set it on the counter, then set about unbuttoning my blouse. I look at myself in the mirror as I finally unfasten the last button and shrug out of the garment. The bra I'm wearing is tan and minimizing and while the support it gives is fantastic, not what one would consider sexy. I carefully fold my blouse and place it in my purse. Then I reach into the cups of my bra and remove the nursing pads. I check to see they are still dry. My body knows what I'm going to do and I'm pleasantly surprised I haven't started leaking. After placing those in a plastic bag in my purse, I take off my bra.
I actually let out a small moan as my large and heavy breasts come free. The cool air hitting my large nipples hardens them. They stand out proudly in the middle of my large, dark brown areolas. Without a bra to hold them up my breasts hang down almost to my belly button, long, plump and firm, ready for what comes next. Putting my bra away I pick up my new top. It looks almost like a really wide scarf. I wrap it around my back and then gather up my ponderous breasts to tie them in place. It takes awhile to corral the girls but eventually I have the tie top knotted and everything carefully in place. The cleavage I have on display makes even my mouth water. I put the blazer back on and button it up. It hides my now bare stomach and the tie top but still showcases the bronze mountains and dark valley that would stop traffic. Slinging my purse back over my shoulder I leave the ladies room and head for Mr. Connors office.
Opening the door to his office, I find him sitting behind Şenlik Escort his large oak desk. He looks good for being in his early fifties. His hair is still more pepper than salt, not too many lines on his chisled features. In fact he reminds me a bit of Sean Connery. He looks up with a practiced smile that turns genuine when his eyes focus on the flesh I have on display. I smile back as I shut and lock the door behind me.
"You must be Ms. Priya." he says finally making eye contact as I approach the desk.
"Yes sir. Priya Chati, from Rumina." I reach into my purse and pull out some papers and hand it to him. "If you can just look over, confirm, and sign on the last page."
I waited as he went through the paperwork, looking around the office. Wood paneling gave the place an old fashioned feel, the kind of office where old captains of industry would share a glass of scotch. On my side of the desk were two comfortable looking leather chairs. More importantly, off to the right was a long leather sofa under a dark curtained bay window. That would do nicely and I felt my body start getting ready for what was about to begin. I took off my blazer and draped it over the back of one of the chairs. He looked up from his signature to admire my tie top and bare midriff. I smiled at him as I reached up and let my hair cascade out of it's bun, down to my shoulders.
Finishing his signature, he handed the paperwork back to me and I placed it back in my purse. He stood slowly, looking smart in his slate gray suit. I could tell he worked out. The client being attractive wasn't a requirement, but it certainly made it easier. There was a lustful longing in his dark brown eyes as they locked with mine, before again traveling down to the cleavage I had on display. I reached up and grabbed one end of my tie top and pulled. The fabric slid around my skin in such a sensual manner I couldn't surpress a moan. The look on his face as my large breasts came into his full view was moving. My boy looked hungry.
"Come here, my good boy." I said. I felt my milk begin to let down, the first trickle of liquid emerging from my dark, thick nipples to move silky-smooth down the curve of my breasts. He walked around the desk slowly and I turned to face him the whole way, letting him see the objects of his desire till we were mere inches apart. He towered over me, the sheer physical presence of the man was rather intimidating, but when I raised my hands to my breasts and lifted them up to offer him my nipples, there was no doubt who was in charge here. He bent down and tentatively extended his tongue to the trickle of milk on my left breast. Just barely brushing his tongue on my skin as he made the white liquid disappear. He then moved over to the right one and did the same.
"Does my dear boy want to play with my tits a bit before he has his meal?" I gave them a bit of a shake and then let them drop. They didn't get to bounce much as his hands quickly replaced mine. The feel of his strong hands gently but firmly taking my breasts sent a thrill through my whole body. He bent down and kissed along my collarbone and then down my chest to where the swell of my breasts started. My breasts leaked again as he traced the skin with his tongue while his hands firmly squeezed. I purred my pleasure as my right hand moved up to cradle his head to my bosom and my left began to rub his back.
Once finished tracing the tops of my breasts he then moved down my left one, kissing every inch of the milk engorged flesh. When he reached my areola, he paused and stuck out his tongue and traced the haphazard ring clockwise till he met the small stream of milk. He licked up that liquid path till his tongue just grazed my nipple, then back down to the edge of my areola and completed my circle. Then he crossed over and did the same to my right.
"That's a good boy. I love how you're tongue feels on my tits!" he groans at my encouragement. He lifts my heavy breasts up and presses them together and puts his face into the valley of my breasts. He nuzzles against me, licking and kissing my swollen flesh as each of his thumbs finds and begins circling my nipples.
Lifting his head slightly, he then separates my breasts and kneels down before me, leans in and kisses against my breast bone as he brings my Şenlik Escort Bayan breasts to rest on his shoulders and brush against his cheeks. The light stubble of his 5o'clock shadow tickles against my sensitive flesh and I let out a small giggle that turns into a moan as he slowly kisses down to my bellybutton.
His hands leave my breasts and I feel his fingers trace down my sides to where my skirt encircles my waist. His mouth then kisses below my bellybutton. He has me so turned on right now I'm tempted to let him continue. The thought of having this powerful man eating me out on his desk is intoxicating, I can feel my lace panties sticking to me as more than just my nipples are leaking. With self-control I really don't want to exercise, I thread my fingers through his hair and gently pull him up toward the streams coursing down my right breast. Thankfully there is no hesitation on his part as he laps up my spilled milk. Then for one brief moment he makes eye contact with me before his lips claim my nipple.
My eyes close involuntarily as his lips close around that thick and long nub. I can feel his tongue encircle me even as he gently suckles, not enough to fully latch on, just teasing the life giving nectar from the spout. I pull his head against my breast even as I lean forward, smothering him with my breast as I want him to both play with me and consume me. He suddenly pulls away, takes a deep breath, then moves to my other breast and repeats the procedure.
I want to fuck this man. The way he toys with my breasts, just so openly enjoying the whole of my motherly carnality, makes me want to push him down and impale myself on his cock and ride him into the sunset. It would be so easy, no one would know unless he said something to the agency and it wasn't like I had anyone at home waiting for me. That wasn't the job though.
I pulled him off my breast and held his head against my belly, cradling him against me, "You are being such a good boy. Are you ready to stop playing with your food?"
He kisses my belly once, twice then looks up at me in a boyish way that shouldn't be possible in a man his age, "Yes ma'am."
I pat him on the head and then move from him over to the couch. Sitting by the right arm rest I watch him watching me as I make myself comfortable. Once finished I pat my lap, "Come here my good boy. Time to eat."
He comes to me eagerly, sits on the couch, then lays down with his head in my lap. He adjusts himself till his left cheek is pressed against the warmth of my belly and he is just under my left breast.
"Is my boy hungry? You want to drink the milk from my large titty? I'm so full, see how I'm so ready I can't keep the milk in?" as I speak my nipple is dripping milk down onto his face. He extends his tongue and licks it off his cheek.
I just have to slouch down a little and my breast brushes against his lips. He reaches up, gently takes me in a firm grasp, and closes his mouth on my nipple. I close my eyes and practically purr as he latches on as well as a newborn and begins to drink me in earnest. He's not playing with his food any more, his tongue and suction forcing the milk to pour out in streams that I can hear him swallow.
"That's it. That's my good boy." I whisper. My right hand comes up and I lazily pet his hair as I cradle this man old enough to be my father against the warmth of my belly and breast. My senses feel so alive in this moment. The pleasant animal warmth of nurturing another person, feeding them of my body, combined with the erotic feel of a grown man being the one with his lips on my large breast suckling for all I'm worth. With his head in my lap, I know he can smell my arousal.
All too soon my left breast empties. I have to gently push his hands from my bresst and pull my nipple from his mouth. He lifts up on his elbows and squirms back till he is under my right breast now. Again he reaches up and takes my proffered breast, brings it down and latches on.
I look down his body as he drinks from me and notice a significant tent in his gray slacks with a widening dark spot at the peak. Not all of my clients get aroused during a feeding, especially the ones who ask for a nurturing experience. While I can't actually fuck him according to the company's policy, it is my job to Escort Şenlik make him as comfortable as possible.
"Oh my good boy, does drinking from me make your pants feel tight? That must be really uncomfortable for my little man. No, no, don't move. Just stay here with Priya and I'll relieve this pressure."
I let my left hand resting on his chest begin to languidly slide down his body. He starts sucking harder as he gets more aroused the further down his body my hand travels. I reach his belt and undo it with practiced ease. The button and zipper are undone next and then it's just his red boxers barely restraining the large erection he has from drinking my breasts.
I reach into the opening flap of his boxers and with a bit of work, draw out his long and thick shaft. I caress it gently, making him moan against my nipple.
"You're being such a good boy, I'm going to take care of you. You want that right? You want Ms. Priya to stroke this nice cock while you suck my tit? It feels good in my hand. I didn't know my big boy was quite so big! Just so warm and hard and wet from all that precum. You've made a mess down here. Just so wet, feel how my hand just glides down and up your wonderful cock."
He sucks harder as I begin to really get into giving him a handjob. Stroking him off as he suckles, drawing liquid from him as he does from me, both of us moaning our contentment.
I feel him swallow the last bit of my milk and his mouth slips from my breast as he gasps. I feel his body tense, his shaft become so incredibly hard, and then the pulse as he starts to cum. It flies everywhere, landing on my cheek, breast, side, but mostly on his dress shirt. He looks at me, slightly embarrassed but also completely content. Sated in both appetites. He sits up, allowing me to get ip and go to my purse and get some wet wipes. I clean myself off first, then turn and offer him several so he can clean up as well. By the time he's clean and put back together, I'm dressed again in my tie top and my blazer is back in place.
"I hope you enjoyed your consultation and will be using Rumina's services in the future." I said in my best professional voice and extended my hand. He shook it firmly.
"I think you could tell I had a good time. I will definitely be making further appointments. Maybe even two consultations a week, just to make sure everything stays in good order."
"Glad to hear it, just call the office and they'll make the arrangements. Have a good day."
I felt like I was on fire as I left his office. My skin still felt warm from his hot cum and I knew I couldn't wait till I got home to quench this fire. I raced to the ladies room and quickly locked myself into the largest stall.
Tearing my clothes from me, I sat on the toilet and leaned back as best I could, throwing my left leg up on the handrail. I reached down, feeling the neatly trimmed bush on my mound as I made my way to my almost painfully erect clit. I began to rub my most erotic part through my hood, biting my lip to keep from screaming the sexual energy coursing through my veins as I imagined him there, taking my hood and clit into his mouth.
As I really began going to town on myself, reaching down to play with my pussy lips, collecting moisture from my dripping pussy to lube my fingers up to come up and rub my clit, I knew biting my lip wouldn't be enough. Needing a more substantial gag, I used my left hand to bring my left breast up to my mouth and sucked up my own nipple.
At the same time my right hand dived down lower and I shoved three fingers into my hungry little pussy. After all that build up in his office it felt so good to have something filling that void. In my head I was on his desk, his mouth on my breast as he thrusted that hard, long, and most importantly thick cock into my wet hole. I enjoyed the sensation of being full almost as much as when the thrusting started.
My fingers pistoned in and out, the wet squelching sound of my fingers fucking my pussy assaulting my ears, driving me headlong toward my end. I sucked my nipple hard, imagining the way he would look into my eyes over the swell of my breast as he suckled me and fucked me so hard and deep. I closed my eyes tight as now it was my turn to tense all over and lose myself in orgasmic release.
It took awhile to come down from that high, though it was easier once I remembered I was in an office bathroom. I was still kind of buzzing from my experience, there would be a long and hot bubble bath and my magic wand in my plans tonight. Then a really good night's sleep, after all, I had clients to see tomorrow.