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"Mommy. I want milkies now!" Michael's voice comes out awkward and childish, the stilted baby voice you're so used to now, and so so weak to.
"Not until lunch, Michael, I'm serious! Stop it!" Michael had been grabbing you from behind, fondling your breasts like an inexperienced schoolboy might, but you bat them away with a firm slap.
"But baby hungry!" he breathes hot and child-like in your ear as he pivots his pelvis forward and rubs the hard length of his pant suited half-mast penis against your ass.
Thankfully no one is in the breakroom to see this highly unusual and shocking display of perverse fetishism, but they could intrude at any moment so you let Michael get in one more soft hip thrust before you stick your ass out, pushing him backwards and away from you. You quickly turn around and kabedon your boss, pushing him back against the wall just a bit too roughly.
"Look Michael, you'll behave until lunch or you won't be getting anything from Mommy. You understand?" Your voice is stern and quiet. You squint your eyes for added effect. Michael gulps, his adams apple bobbing up and down before he scrunches up his face with indignant defeat.
"Okay fiiiine." He says, letting his words draw out in annoyance.
He sounds like he's not sure he can contain himself and you doubt he can, but hanging his head in resignation is enough for you and lunch is only 20 minutes away, so you let it slide. He's just the worst!
You straightened his tie for him, smoothing out the creases of his work shirt. "I'll see you in 20 minutes" you whisper and you pull him forward by his shoulders, kissing his forehead because he's your good little boy.
Your boss, Michael Scott, had become quite a handful since this daily ritual had begun. Finding out Michael's secret kink was one thing, but to indulge him in it quickly pushed both of you over the edge in terms of risky behaviors. The office knew that the two of you were involved, that was no mystery, but exactly how involved had remained at large. Besides the occasional goosing, you and Michael's relationship seemed rather casual when viewed with an outside lense, something which confused his employees to no end seeing as Micheal was known to be anything but casual. That was until the 3rd week into it, when Michael seemed to be losing his ability to hold back.
And well, you were encouraging it weren't you? It was thrilling! You really didn't care that much how the office would react anyway, not really. You didn't owe them squat. You were so caught up in your attraction to Michael that the idea seemed distant and intangible enough to be safe, even after Dwight had publicly declared it his mission to figure out what was going on between the two of you. Recently Michael had begun to grow confident in his new role, pushy, & bratty. You had to scold him at least once a day now. He'd let a pleading "mommy" slip out from between his pouty lips and you'd get chills up your spine. You'd shush him with a harsh look and a finger to his lips, only for him to suck it into his mouth to lewdly suck at it the. It was the same way he liked to suck on your breasts.
20 minutes goes by in a blink and soon you find yourself in Michael's office, the blinds closed except for when Michael frequently pokes his head through to survey his "kingdom".
"King of the castle!" He often yells. Of course he's a fan of Borat…
It had been entirely unheard up until now for Michael to take lunch with anyone other than himself before you'd arrived. His employees saw this as a rare break from the hell that was their manchild boss ,so Michael had always eaten alone, but now he had a girlfriend… (?)
"I bet they think we're doing it!" Michael says, trying not to laugh.
"Probably" you reply flatly.
Michael gets a grossed look on his face at your answer. "God I hope not. I don't want Toby imagining ANYTHING sexual, barfff" he says and sticks his finger down his throat a little, almost causing himself to actually gag. Idiot…
"It's hot if Pam imagines it though, pussayyy pass!" Micheal says and dabs.
"Michael!" You interrupt him. He looks at you a little bewildered, pulled out of his own little world.
You're sitting on the overstuffed light blue corduroy couch in his office; wearing the usual working uniform you sport. A cream satin top with an overflow of ruffles across your breasts, a snug gray pencil skirt, a pair of black stockings, and sensible black low heeled loafers. The satin top is by Michaels' request. It's his favorite texture and perfect for groping and sliding his fingers over.
You pat your lap to beckon him into it. He plods over like a faithful puppy at a comical pace and lays down on the couch, making sure to lay his head in your lap so he can look up at you with those fantastic juniper colored eyes.
"Okay I'm being good now Mommy" Michael says, arms crossed over his chest with a smirk. He's such a brat!
"That's my good boy" you respond ignoring his insolence and you reach down, ruffling his silky brown hair.
"Now Mommy is going to give her baby some of her fresh milk okay?". Micheal nods again reminding you of an obedient dog. You begin to unbutton the front of your blouse and Michael's growing excitement is apparent. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat as each button comes undone, revealing more and more of your creamy, ample flesh.
A small bulge appears in Micheal's pants as quickly as you pull out one large, full breast. Micheal instinctually opens his mouth almost like a newborn baby bird would. Internally you're cringing but it's also an erotic feeling mixed in there together with your secondhand embarrassment. It was obvious to you now that Michael's charm was in his honesty, his eagerness to please, and his ability to frequently remind you of an excited pet. If he had a tail you're sure he'd be wagging it hard enough to hurt.
"Mmm, oh baby boy." You moan as as Michael's waiting lips connect with your bosom and he tongues your pert nipple, beginning to suckle. Normally this is the extent of your fetish play during lunch hour. Rarely, he's helped you finish yourself off after he's had his fill, even if getting fingered by him is like trying to teach a blind man how to write cursive. Most of the time he'd hold your hand and kiss you like you were on a 3rd date while your own hand would be crammed down your pants pounding one out.
But today you felt especially horny and unhinged at the sight of your 47 year old boss Michael Scott nursing on your fat tit in his office at Dunder Mifflin. Maybe you were also a little bored with the repetition. Your free hand, the other holding your breast up so it's easier for Michael to drink, wanders down to Micheal's crotch, where you give a gentle squeeze to the medium sized bulge now tenting his pants.
"Mmphh" Michael says below you, startled.
"Does baby boy have a present for Mommy?" you coo lovingly as you gently tease your fingers along his hard, pants covered length.
You watch Michael's cheeks instantly turn a deep shade of pink. He was so fucking cute.
"You're such a naughty boy Michael. Feeding time isn't supposed to make your little soldier stand up like that."
Your hand continues to caress Michael's hard cock through his slacks. He begins to whimper when your pace and grip gets more aggressive.
"Does that feel good, sweet baby?" you quiz him as he thrusts his hips upwards a small amount, his cock wishing it was free from it's tightening confines.
Michael can't talk around the large breast filling his mouth so you just keep teasing him, running one finger along his length before groping it again. The ole' tease and squeeze.
'It's worth the risk…" you think and look at the clock. 20 more minutes, that's surely enough time to… You fiddle with Michael's belt before moving to his zippered fly.
"Mommy is feeling really horny today, so she's gonna do things a little bit different, alright baby boy?"
It's not a question, not really anyway. Michael doesn't get to have a say. Mommy's word is law when he's he's acting as your little boy..
Peeling his pants back you expose his heart pattern boxers that you'd bought for him, you slide your hand into the opening and Michael gasps when your hand comes in contact with his hot, stiff erection.
"Baby!" You say in mock surprise. "Now what's this!?" another measured tease.
"Did baby get a stiffy from drinking Mommy's milk? What a naughty, naughty boy you are!" You free his cock and feel him gasp around the mouth full of breast as the cold air of the office hits his heated skin. Unceremoniously you spit into your hand to slick it, bringing it back down to your baby's pert little weiner. "Oh fuck" Michael gasps and you shush him.
"Nice boys don't say swears Micheal. Mommy doesn't like that"
"Sorry Mommy, I won't say swears. My penis just feels really good!" The last word gasped out around your ample breast.
You smile down at him. What a good, honest boy he is.
"Your penis is very lewd Micheal. It needs lots of love and attention. Mommy is going to milk your little peepee" You give the length a few quick pumps.
Eliciting high pitched moans, Micheal shakes in your arms, feminine gasps of pleasure escaping from his mouth, from the mouth of a man 20 years your senior. A man who's your boss. A man who's getting jacked off and breastfed on your lap during lunch hour.
"Your penis is so warm Micheal. It feels great in Mommy's hand." You begin to set a steady pace, jerking him off as he drinks your breast milk.
Micheal loses his composure very quickly and it's after a minute or two of molesting him you realize he's being a bit too vocal for the paper thin walls around you, so you reach over and pick up a pacifier from the table next to the couch opting to trade it for your breast. Micheal seems a little pouty about that and reluctantly sucks the binky in instead but his resistance only lasts so long as you focus on increasing the speed of your handjob. The only sound in the room is the wet, perverted slide of your hand on his length and his cute little moans around the binky. Micheal scrunches up his eyes and sucks hard on the pacifier as you twist your lubed fingers around and around his very nice little penis which is about 5 inches in length.
"You're so cute Micheal. You're such a good boy. Your Momma's good boy!"
Micheal's cheeks are still pinked as he stares up at you, a look of loyalty and love exuding from his entire presence. His penis jumps in your hand and you laugh a little which only makes him blush harder.
"My little boy works so hard. Mommy knows that baby needs to release all that tension sometimes. So go ahead Micheal, whenever you are ready sweetie."
Micheal is always premature ejaculating when he's with you but you've grown used to it. It's rather cute to be honest, his inability to contain himself. It was worst when you had just started dating. One day you'd both been sitting next to each other in a meeting and you happened to reach down and squeeze Michael's thigh playfully under the table. Micheal came right then and there, slamming his forehead down in front of him and trying to turn his obvious moan into some other, less suspect sound.
"Oh god!" He'd yelled as his body vibrated in its seat. Everyone else seated around you shifted their gaze in Michael's direction and you tried not to look mortified, reassuring yourself that there was no implication that his reaction was your fault. That's the day you realized you had to go about things a little more carefully, lest he popped a boner right out there in public someday…
Back to the matter at hand… Micheal's lips are parted around the binky in his mouth and his breath is coming out faster and faster. You're jerking him pretty aggressively now and you know that he's close. You can't wait to make him cum. You can't wait to feel the satisfaction that comes from milking the semen out of your infantilized boss in this secret, perverse ritual of yours.
"Oh Micheal!" You exclaim suddenly as his penis begins to spurt hot ropes of cum, completely without warning.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ouuuhhh ahhh" Micheal yelps out around the pacifier, probably too loud for the setting but there's nothing you can do about it now. He's fervently thrusting into your hand as he sprays hot ejaculate from the tip of his turgid dong. Unfortunately the explosion catches you right in the chest and paints your satin shirt and exposed breast with a thick layer of fresh sperm, staining the fabric, probably permanently.
"Oh yes baby, such a good, sweet boy for mommy. Let it all out honey, just like that." You speak quickly and softly to your boss Micheal Scott as he shivers and convulses in your arms.
"Shhh, not so loud baby boy. Mmmf mommy got all covered in your sticky sperm honey. You're such a dirty little boy Micheal"
"Ahh,~ Ahhh~" Micheal is panting hard enough that the pacifier falls from his lips and rolls onto the floor somewhere. The two of you are too busy to fetch it. Micheal who had his eyes closed as he came opens them again and looks up at you with a dazed, loopy expression. His face is so red and sweaty and he looks so cute and vulnerable. So exhausted and spent. The two of you sit there for a time as Micheal's heart begins to slow. You gently pet his head and smooth the sweaty hair away from his forehead, soothing him as he starts to calm down.
"I love you Michael…" you say, and it's not something you planned, but once the words leave you mouth they feel right. He looks so beautiful laying there, like he's glowing, like he feels safe and happy and most of all satisfied. These are feelings Micheal has a hard time achieving in his daily life and you feel a sense of pride well up in your chest at the thought of treating this wonderful man just the way he deserves, helping him to absolve some of his stress from working as hard as he does, even if all that means is that he's really good at being annoying and flippant.
"Wow… Wow…." He says in reply "I love you too…" and he's blushing even more if that's possible. He sort of looks like one of Dwight's infamous beets.
Soon you both begin to pick up and straighten yourselves out since lunch is almost over. Micheal finally notices that he's ruined your shirt and he tries to apologize but you shush him with some quick kisses and a head pat. You know he keeps a spare Fun Run t-shirt in his desk so you borrow it for the day.
Micheal gives you one last nuzzle, pushing his face into your chest to him contentedly, hugging you close in one last big for body contact before you have to leave.
Right then as the two of you stand near the door embracing, Dwight crashes through the door.
BAM~!
"Micheal! Micheal!? Are you alright;? It sounded like you fell! I heard you moaning in pain! Are you alright!?" Dwight is frantic, he's extremely protective of Micheal and you assume his fellow employees had advised him to leave the two of you alone but concern must have gotten the best of him.
Micheal tries to rocket away from you but you tug him closer, keeping him from escaping back to his desk. You're protective of Micheal too, in that much you and Dwight can relate.
"No Dwight. Everything is fine. Michael just stubbed his toe on the desk, like he does sometimes, don't worry. He's okay, see?" And you thrust Micheal out towards Dwight like a peace offering. Dwight takes a good minute inspecting Micheal and giving him a one over, squinting at you every couple of seconds with suspicion. Once he's satisfied that Micheal is okay he folds his arms over his chest and nods.
"Well Micheal, I can put some foam bumpers on your desk. I will do it tomorrow so you won't stub your toes anymore. Employees won't respect their boss if they see him caching his toe on things like a vulnerable animal and-"
Dwight stops talking and now he's staring at something on the floor. You and Micheal follow his line of sight and you feel Micheal start in your grasp. There on the floor is the pacifier. Without time to persuade him not to, Dwight walks over and picks it up off the floor, scrutinizing it.
"Micheal…" he asks inquisitively "Have you had a baby in the office recently…?" He sounds suspicious and confused so you walk forward and grab it out of Dwight's hands.
"No, I uhh. I babysit some kids after work and it just happened to come along with me to work, it fell out of my bag and…"
But Dwight isn't looking at you or paying attention to your explanation so much as he's staring at Micheal now. His eyes are squinted, like he's trying to discern something unknowable. Micheal looks bewildered and looks down at the floor, not knowing how to respond.
"Well then, if you're alright then Micheal, carry on." He says quickly." Then he turns back to you. "And y/n, lunch is already over. Time to get back to work."
You shrug nervously in response and make sure to stuff the pacifier into your purse in front of Dwight who still doesn't really look convinced that everything is alright. None the less he's about to turn around and leave when he stops again.
"And Micheal you should really open a window in here, there's a weird smell in the air, almost like some sort of…milk…" he's sniffing the air and you both stand their mortified until he finally turns around and leaves the two of you alone again.
When he's finally gone you turn to Micheal and he's got a huge shit eating grin on his face. You assume he's still riding the high of his orgasm and coupled with the fact that you managed to convince Dwight nothing "untoward" had happened during lunch.
"Well baby boy…" you whisper to your boss, taking his hands in yours and kissing his cheek. "I'll see you after work alright? Let's get some dinner okay?" Micheal nodes wordlessly, looking rather sheepish now as you give him one last peck and pet.
"Okay. Yeah, okay!" And you smile and navigate back to your desk. As you get back to it and begin your next assignment for the day, you look up and catch Dwight staring at you from across the room, his eyes still holding a skepticism that puts you a little on edge.
There's no way he could know, right…?