- Okay. You go, - he said Serege.

Seryoga left, without even looking at me, how sad, but I almost fell in love with him.

“So come on, just fast,” said the chef.

- What, come on - I was somehow taken aback.

- Well, come on your chest here.

The chief was sitting in front of me in his chair. I pulled my tits out and brought the nipple to his mouth. He began to suck, I was uncomfortable to stand like that, holding my heavy chest with my hands, but I was silent, afraid to blurt out something wrong. The chief, neatly, didn’t touch his chest, sucked one breast, then the other. I remembered that my task was not to give him milk at all, but to seduce him. I sort of accidentally touched my pants with his hand.

The chef threw off my hand, as it seemed to me, even with disgust.

Here's a snooze! Maybe he is a fagot and he wants to suck something else, and not female boobs?

I expressed my assumption to Serege. He was confused and thoughtful. I still did not know what the whole international holding is talking about. The holding was engaged ... although it does not matter, the chief still works there. The head of the Russian wing was Pavel Arkadyevich.

Well, it seems to me it was time to ask for money for a ticket and go home to Sakhalin.

“Okay, I'll talk to him, or rather try,” said Seryoga. “Though unlikely, of course, he's my boss, why the hell would he be frank with me?”

A week passed, yes, I forgot to say that this time Seryoga took me to a gynecologist, this is a separate story, if I’m interested in writing. I, thank God, was healthy. Before going to the gynecologist, I thought that this was why Serega did not want to fuck with me, he was afraid to get infected, but after he found out that I was healthy, he didn’t care, for some reason he was wary of me.

In short, Serega did not speak with his boss, and the chief continued to accept me as tablets, like, well, it’s necessary. However, at some point, I saw that his pants were reared, or did it seem to me? A few days later, he took pity on me, it was wildly uncomfortable for me, and it was hard to stand with a half-arm hanging on the chair where he was sitting. The chief offered to go to the sofa. He lay on his back, I stood over him, hung tits on him. I began to rock them so that he could catch them.

- Stop, do not twitch - the chef, with a force slapped me on the boobs.

He teeth painfully, damn it, bit one nipple, then another. Then he began to suck on her nipples in turn, swallowing milk, then took my udder with her hands, began to knead like dough, and strain it into her mouth. I was standing with cancer, the chef was lying under me and sucking my milk. I, as always, began to get excited, knowing that I only dream of an orgasm. At some point, the chief squeezed and groaned, or did it seem to me again? No, I saw that the boss is starting to like the game with my tits! Maybe he finally wants me to undress all, and then ... but the chief, catching a falling drop from the nipple, slapped me on the boobs.

- Everything. Get up

Okay, but in any case, I was glad that I was not driven and paid money. For this, I was ready for a lot, to return home to my parents in Korsakov, to the one-room Khrushchev, I didn’t want to scream solono in Moscow.

Still, with difficulty, gradually the chief got used to me.

I had to come to work by 8. 30 and wait for me to be called. The chief did not have a secretary, that is, we can say that I was her, or rather was listed. Chef had a referent Leonid, a cute savvy guy who knew seven languages. He knew that I was prescribed to the chief, like a medicine, and he treated me. I think that Leonid was blue. In general, all the employees of his huge international company were guessing their blue boss, or not, who keeps the boy in the secretaries? As I learned later, the wife of the chief.

- Calling, go - said Leonid, coming from the boss.

I poured coffee, put the tray on the table in front of the entrance, pulled out and straightened my boobs. Leonid, grinning looking at me.I leaned over the tray, shook her tits, showed Leonid's tongue, took the tray and entered the office. So began my work day. I brought coffee to Chef, put it in front of him, shook tits in front of his face and silently stood by, waited until the Boss decided he would have coffee with milk, or separately. If he drank coffee with milk, I stood over him, bent over, in my most beloved posture, in which my back was numb. He spoke on the mobile phone, worked with documents, or watched something on the Internet. I stood nearby. He took a sip of coffee, then sucked my milk from the breast, those moments were beautiful themselves, and I watched him from the corner of my eye and was excited, my belly was warm. When the Boss was talking to someone on the phone, he loved pulling at my nipples. Milk poured on the floor, he substituted a bowl and fixed the headset of a mobile phone in his ear. He spoke on the phone, and with his hands he milked me, squeezed my chest, pulled off and twisted my nipple. I even forgot how uncomfortable it was for me to stand, so long as he did not stop milking me. Sometimes he liked to suck on his chest along with coffee, he watched something on the Internet and sucked milk from my tits, sipped some coffee, then again a sip of milk from my tits and again coffee. This could go on for more than an hour, but if he was in a hurry, he would put the milk from my breasts right away into his cup of coffee.

Once, at one of those moments, Seryoga asked for him, he wanted to stop by.

“Let him come in,” said the chief to Leonid on the selector.

Seryoga entered. He was embarrassed to see me above the chef, when he twisted my nipple, he would take it in his mouth and suck it, then he would delay it and give it to coffee. And although I could be said to be dressed, I was ashamed in front of Sergei and it was pleasant at the same time, it seemed that he would come up behind him and close the skirt, take off his panties ... Eh, again I can satisfy myself at night.

Gradually, the chef began to change, in his eyes there was a desire. Asexual zadrot gradually left him. Seryoga told me in a secret that it seemed that the boss and his wife had everything in bed. My wife is happy with it. I was upset.

- Do not worry, he will not fire you, on the contrary, he wants to sign an agreement with you, - said Seryoga.

But I suddenly realized that I certainly didn’t want to lose such a cool, unburdening work, but more than that, I felt that I hate the chef’s wife, so for that bitch he fucks in bed, I chat in front of my tits?

Seryoga helped me find a good apartment and helped me transfer my bag with things. I lived for a short time in Moscow and I had no friends or friends here. I suggested to Seryoga to wash the housewarming.

“I have to go,” he said. “I hurry very much.”

Seryoga went to the exit.

- Something needs to call.

- Yes, it is necessary. You...

We stood in the doorway. I looked at him invitingly, lightning flashed between us, another second and he would rush at me.

“Sorry, I have to go,” said Seryoga.

“As you wish,” I said, as casually as possible.

A fig myself, I literally scream, well fuck me and this man runs away from me.

My life was gradually getting better. I began to go to a sports club, but with my sixth size boobs, because of the weight of which my back hurt, I could only swim, stretch and do some exercises on simulators. Once I decided to jump on a rope, which I adored as a child. I began to jump, forgetting that as a child I didn’t have such weights, they jumped until they jumped out of the bussalter.

- Can I help you? - the fitness trainer came up, eating my eyes from my melon jerseys. Everyone who was in the hall was grinning obscenely. In general, all the men who were engaged there simply ate me with their eyes and made all sorts of jokes about my buffers. Of course, besides my famous udder, which magnified the eyes of men, I was still excited every morning and evening, squeezed, sucked and milked my chest, and then sent home not fucked. I walked like an emaciated bitch, I wanted to shout like a cat, so I wanted to feel in myself a living male member, and not an artificial faloimic tucked with my own hands. But I could not bring myself to fuck with just anyone.I could get horny ... Read more →