The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Either Jonas managed to keep his distance from her or he was too busy with his own work on top of the assignment she had given him to hunt her down during lunch. That wasn’t true of Marty, however. The attractive grad student intern found her at her usual work station and casually leaned against the table, inhaling Petranella’s scent, while she spoke. “Busy for lunch?” she asked. The mere fact that a much younger woman was flirting with her should have alerted anyone with common sense that things were sideways, but it had literally been hours since Petranella had had sex with Ben and her pussy was aching for attention and her breasts hung heavily on her chest, full of milk. She had expended all her willpower to resist sexual advances.

  “No,” Petranella said with trembling fingers. She put down the tiny spoon she had been using to measure a powered reagent.

  “Want to…um…work out in the locker room?” Marty asked.

  Petranella glanced at the younger woman. She wanted to lean in and kiss her, but that would cause too many problems. “That’s not a good idea.”

  “I’d like a liquid lunch,” Marty said, not hearing her. “And the lab really frowns on people coming back from lunch drunk.”

  Petranella pressed her hands on the table so they wouldn’t tremble. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

  It was only four minutes later when she walked into the locker room where Marty was waiting. Petranella easily pulled off her top and started working with her bra. She had gotten very efficient at handling her tits with her lovers. The new bra that she was wearing gave her a tiny bit of trouble, but that was only because she was unfamiliar with the hooks. Once it was off Marty pushed her up against the lockers, kissed her ferociously, and then landed a series of light kisses down her chest until Marty’s lips found Petranella’s puckered nipple already leaking milk and latched on.

  “I want to fuck you,” Petranella moaned.

  Marty didn’t say anything. Her mouth was full of milk and she was too busy nursing to bother with talking. That didn’t stop her from helping Petranella out of her clothes while the older woman forced off her shoes. This was all in anticipation of what was to happen once her breasts were drained.

  The lockers were cold on Petranella’s skin, so she moved them over to the bench, not caring that Marty had to kneel down on the hard, tile floor to continue nursing. She parted her legs and pulled Marty’s still-clothed body close to hers. It wasn’t necessary, but Petranella wanted the contact.

  “Where were you yesterday?” Marty gasped while switching breasts.

  “I needed a day to myself.”

  “I missed you,” she mumbled around Petranella’s nipple. She looked down at her bare breast, the one that Marty had already drained. It wasn’t leaking. Apparently she hadn’t made that much milk or Marty had sucked it all out very quickly and efficiently.

  Petranella wondered if Marty had actually missed her of if the other woman had just missed her milk. Did it make a difference?

  She wasn’t content to just wait. Her hands went to Marty’s waist and she pulled the younger woman’s shirt up over her head, briefly breaking the seal that Marty had on her nipple, but then her lover went back to her breast, almost ignoring what Petranella had done.

  Marty’s breasts were much larger than hers. They were full and beautiful. As she unhooked Marty’s bra, it was like she was disinterested in what Petranella was doing. Marty barely responded when Petranella found the other woman’s nipples and lightly pinched them; her only reaction was to look up at Petranella with questioning eyes but saying nothing because her mouth was full of milk and Petranella’s flesh.

  With Marty between her legs and her desire steadily increasing, Petranella could smell the strong scent of her pussy rising up between them. It was a pleasant, musky odor and it served only to heighten the strength of Marty’s suckling. Petranella knew her breasts weren’t that full of milk and she would shortly be drained…and then Marty would be hers.

  It was hell to wait.

  Eventually Marty finished and looked up at Petranella with wide open eyes. “It tastes incredible,” she said and kissed the top of Petranella’s rounded breast. “I love it,” she added shyly.

  Petranella said nothing but pulled her friend up and pressed her back against the lockers. Marty didn’t resist and actually helped Petranella pull down her pants. They were close to the same height so it was easy for them to kiss while their hands sought out each other’s sex. Petranella found Marty’s pussy a swampy, hot mess, just like her own. The woman’s clit was neatly hidden in the folds of her labia, but that didn’t stop her from finding the precious little bit of flesh and purposely rubbing it. Marty mirrored the motions, but Petranella kept her pinned against the lockers, wanting to make her cum because that means she could cum.

  She lost the little competition. After being so efficiently nursed upon, Petranella was already on the edge and found she couldn’t resist at all. At first it was just a little tremor and she paused in abusing Marty’s pussy while it passed, but then it returned with a vengeance and she was practically incapacitated by Marty’s nimble fingers as she came. The younger woman barely seemed to acknowledge what Petranella was doing to her.

  Marty gave her kissed and caressed her as she recovered.

  “Oh fuck that was good,” she sighed. She didn’t let go of Marty’s pussy and continued to wiggle her fingers, but the urge to make the other woman cum had gone. That turned out to be a good thing because Marty had the same loss of interest in sex as well. “Do you want me to make you cum?” she asked her friend, unwilling to just pull her hand away and leave the other woman unsatisfied.

  “No, I’m good. I got your milk, didn’t I?” she asked and then exaggeratedly licked her lips to emphasize her point. “It’s fucking delicious, isn’t it? I don’t know how you resist sucking on your own tits.”

  That wasn’t something that Petranella had ever considered. Yes, she knew it was possible and certainly some women had done it—and it was perhaps likely that with her larger breasts that Marty had done it in her past—but it wasn’t something that she had a desire to try. Even now with her larger breasts—the tissues swollen from her milk production—she didn’t have a desire to self-pleasure herself that way. It wasn’t because of the milk; she had tasted enough of it on the lips of her lovers to not be put off by the flavor or reality of human breast milk. It just wasn’t something for her.

  Giving Marty a polite smile, she pulled her hand away from the other woman’s sex and wiped her fingers on her thigh. The two proceeded to dress in silence. Marty said nothing because she was sated; Petranella said nothing because she didn’t know what to say.

  Arriving back at her workstation after gobbling down the sandwich in her bag, Petranella was confronted by an internal message from Seth, the HR manager. He was summoning her for, as he described it, “a quick sit-down.”

  She only realized her groan of frustration was audible when Stephen at the next bench asked if she was okay, if she was in pain.

  “Just existential pain,” she said. “I have to go meet with HR.”

  He nodded in sympathy.

  Petranella, like most American workers, hated going to HR for any reason. Seth’s small office didn’t have a waiting area. She just knocked on the door and he waved her in, indicating a chair for her to sit, and continued to talk on the phone, finishing up a conversation while she sat there with a bored expression on her face.

  “I assume you know why I called you in here today,” he said to her.

  “No,” she told him flatly.

  Seth kept his face neutral as he moved the conversation forward. “There have been some…comments about your behavior lately.”

  She just shrugged her shoulders. “So?”

  Clearing his throat, Seth tried to power through the discomfort of the situation. “I understand then that you haven’t heard these comments?”

  “Obviously not.”

  He nodded and raised his chin a bit. “Several staff members have c
ome to me with the concern that you have been having…a private affair with Jonas, your coworker.”

  Petranella sniffed and asked him, more directly than she should have, “Did someone see us fucking on my workstation?”

  “No, of course not. Don’t be like that, Petranella—”

  She cut him off, taking control of the situation. “Yes, I’m friends with Jonas. Good friends. So what? If people are coming to you with accusations that I’m banging him, I’d like to confront them directly because this is absolute bullshit.”

  Seth sat back in his chair and said, “Please close the door, I want a bit of privacy for us.”

  She should have been alarmed, especially since she knew it would be fairly easy for Seth and the lab to prove she was having an affair with Joan—and Marty—but Petranella wasn’t willing to roll over so easily. Besides, the small space of Seth’s office gave her an opportunity. She closed the door firmly. Not slamming it, but making sure it audibly closed. There was a lock on the door, but she didn’t engage that.

  “What do you need to say to me in private?” she asked.

  Seth was silent, and merely turned around his computer display to show her some security camera video. It was one of the hallways. It took her a second to place it because the camera was overhead, but then she saw herself and then Jonas both slip into the new mothers’ nursing room. She watched in silence. Jonas tapped a few keys and the video zipped ahead to reveal her leaving the room followed by Jonas a minute later.

  She looked expectantly at him and remained silent.

  “You can see why people would talk,” Seth said finally.

  “No, I can’t. Is this it? You have some recording off us going into a room together for a few minutes.”

  “Yes,” he said.

  “And do you have the recording of us fucking like wild pigs?” she asked, deliberating being vulgar.

  “No, of course not.” Seth pretended to be taken aback. “There room is there for the privacy of nursing mothers who need to express themselves.”

  “Exactly,” Petranella agreed. “For privacy. Jonas has been having some…personal difficulties lately and confided in me. We went to the nursing room for privacy because he didn’t want to discuss his personal life in front of the entire fucking lab. Yeah, okay, maybe we shouldn’t have been doing it on company time. Whatever. Write us up for that. Don’t come to me with accusations of ‘having an affair’ is how I think you put it, unless you’ve got pictures of me with his dick in my mouth.” She paused, surprised at her boldness and tried not to let her nervousness show. “Do you have pictures of me with his dick in my mouth, or anything equally good? Is the lab now moonlighting as a pornography studio?”

  “No!” Seth was offended. “But you can see how people might—”

  “There are too many fucking gossips in this place,” she complained.

  Seth inhaled deeply and tried to center himself. Petranella was making that difficult. She was one of the better employees and having to address this issue was beneath him. He tried to ignore how attractive she was. Her anger only made her more desirable…

  “I’m not going to talk about that,” he said with a thin smile. “But you can see why some people might…gossip.”

  She blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, sure. Too many busybodies who need to mind their own fucking business,” she repeated, leaning forward a bit, giving Seth a glimpse of her cleavage. “Do you really have to deal with petty shit like this all the time?” she asked conspiratorially.

  Seth let out a nervous chuckle and half nodded. “All the time? No. More frequently that I care to admit? Yes.” He put his elbows on his desk and rested his chin on his knuckles. “And I have to address all of them.”

  “Sorry to have wasted your time.”

  He leaned back from the desk but slid his chair forward to make sure that Petranella didn’t see his erection. It would have been awkward to explain to her and now was not the time for a random boner to pop up. “It’s okay. I would advise, however, that you not go into closed rooms with Jonas if you two need to talk. And try to do it on your breaks, not on company time. I don’t feel like writing up a disciplinary form right now, so I’ll just give you a verbal warning on that issue, okay?”

  “Sounds good,” she said with a smile. “Do you often catch people in the act?”

  He was taken aback by her question. “In the act of what?”

  “Fucking. With all these cameras around, you must have caught someone at some point.”

  He cleared his throat nervously. “Well, that would be an interesting story, but it also gets into privacy issues so I can’t discuss it.”

  “C’mon,” she said with a little leer. “You don’t have to name names, but there’s got to be a juicy story there somewhere.” She almost winked at him but thought that was going too far.

  “I shouldn’t...but a few years ago,” he said, staring at the ceiling, obviously remembering what had been an interesting story, “I had to get involved in a situation where…well, some equipment was damaged because two employees decided to have a little tryst during an overnight testing session. They probably would have gotten away with it but…but when you knock a ten thousand dollar apparatus on the floor, people tend to ask questions.”

  “Did they get fired?”

  He shook his head. “No one got hurt. The damage was fairly easily fixed. Just had to write up some warnings.”

  “So they were discovered because they broke something and fessed up?” She knew all the really needed to do was keep him talking. That would be enough.

  “No. The opposite. They tried to hide the damage and didn’t report it. When their supervisor started wondering how such a device got broken, we went to the security footage and…ah…well, we got to see all of it.” He smiled, thinking back to when his job including watching two people fuck and he was getting paid to watch. “The stupid thing is, if they had just reported it as broken, it would have been fixed and no one would have been the wiser. We wouldn’t have checked the cameras.” He looked directly at her. “There’s a certain satisfaction in being honest.” His cock had grown much more than he would have thought possible just from having a casual, though sex-laden, conversation with Petranella. It was bumping up against his desk drawer and he shifted his hips to lessen the pressure, but only succeed in stimulating himself.

  “I have a confession to make,” Petranella said softly. The only way to describe her words was seductive. She wasn’t trying to be seductive—or was she?—but the softness of her voice and the low volume made Seth lean in and further rub his cock against the unyielding metal drawer. “I want to do something very bad.”

  “What?” he asked breathlessly. He wanted to hear to confession.

  “I want to make a pass at you even though I know it’s wrong.” She paused and gently sucked in her lips before continuing. “Especially because it’s wrong,” she amended.

  “You probably shouldn’t,” he said. “But maybe in the privacy of my office…” He let the thought trail off.

  “It’s very wrong,” she agreed as she hooked her index finger into the V of her scrubs top, exposing a little more of her cleavage. “That’s why I wouldn’t do it.”

  “You could…you could do it here,” said Seth, swallowing his words. “I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t tell anyone.” He glanced the ceiling. “I can assure you, there’s no camera in here watching us.”

  Emboldened, and realizing that Seth was falling under her spell, Petranella pressed her luck. “Are you an ass man or a tits man?”

  Seth didn’t even give his answer any thought. “Tits,” he said softly, watching the tiny bit of exposed flesh and the deep cavern between her twin globes.

  “What do you think of mine?”

  “They’re lovely.”

  She giggled, playing with him. “You can’t even see them.”

  He seemed to realize the foolishness of statement. “They look lovely from what I can see,” he corrected himself.

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sp; “Would you like to see more?”

  Seth nodded his head.”

  There was always a risk, but the risk excited Petranella at the moment. She stood up from the chair and pulled her top up over her head, casually dropping it to the floor. Seth’s eyes were riveted to her tits which were still largely covered by her bra. He decided quickly that he had seen bigger tits in his time, but these were perfectly ripe and luscious.

  “Do you like them?” she asked.

  He nodded again.

  “Do you want to see even more?”

  Seth nodded eagerly, unable to speak but wanting it desperately.

  The bra was new and Petranella fumbled at the back strap until she found the hooks and managed to free them, allowing the bra to fall forward, completely freeing her breasts.

  By now Seth’s hand was slowly rubbing his cock through his pants. As her nipples came into view they were bright red and erect and just begging to be sucked. They were separated by his desk, so Seth stood up and started to make his way around the large piece of furniture. Petranella waited patiently for him because from the moment he stood up, her eyes went to the very obvious tent in the front of his pants. His concealed erection gave good evidence that he had a cock that would easily rival any she had ever held before.

  There was no discussion or preliminary lead up to what they both wanted. When Seth was close enough, he bent forward and attached his lips to Petranella’s red and stiff nipple; as soon as he did so, her milk let down and sprayed into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, happy to taste her wonderful elixir, even as she pressed her hand to her free breast which had already started dribbling milk.

  The first minute passed in relative silence as he eagerly nursed from her breast. The only sound that filled the room was the occasional slurp from a lack of perfect seal between his lips and her breast.

  “Switch,” she told him, encouraging him to leave her right breast for her left and at the same time moving their bodies so he could sit down on what had been her chair. Instead of standing next to him, Petranella instead chose to sit on his lap, feeling his enormous erection under her leg as she did so, and let him nurse from her in that position which was agreeable to them both. Her only frustration with the situation was feeling his hard cock under her thigh; she wanted it in her hand, or better still, in her pussy. But she was a patient woman and let him nurse for a few minutes before letting things get too out of hand.