Lunch Break Story (Patreon)

Lunch Break

Twelve-thirty was lunch time at the office, and as always Emily took her seat at a small table near the window in the break room. She always made her lunches to bring to work, after all it was the economical thing to do, but today she forgot it at home. It was times like these she considered her busts to be boons.

Emily was a short girl, 5’ 4” with a thin frame. Her Hyper condition focused, naturally, on her bosom. Two soft, supple breasts were squeezed tight behind her button-up shirt, and still they eclipsed her torso. The shape of her dinner plate-sized areola could be seen behind the sturdy fabric, with large “nipple” bumps topping them off. 

It was embarrassing, but she was hungry and she had the perfect meal with her. The office girl unbuttoned her shirt and hoisted her breasts onto the table, one by one, immediately covering 90% of the surface laid before her. To work herself into the right mood, Emily closed her eyes and thought of beautiful men as her hands groped and massaged each breast. Her nipples stiffened in short order and, like a mushroom growing out of the dirt, the true nature of Emily’s nipples were revealed.

Thick penises, each as large as her forearm (and thicker still!), stood erect where normal nipples should have been. Emily took a moment to admire the girthiness of her own cocks, taking in their musty scent and engorged flesh. She then wasted no more time, addressing the bulbous cock head with her mouth and tongue. The sweet and watery precum began to fill her mouth, which drove her into a frenzied fellatio. She squeaked as load after load of her thick tit milk-cum blasted down her throat. 

Emily was only half-way done enjoying her right breast when her left dick nipple was gripped by the two strong hands of the coworker she occasionally shared lunch with. She huffed at the sudden intrusion of her meal.

“Ugh! Quit touching my lunch!” she managed to say between mouthfuls of milk-cum.

The protest didn’t matter, as Emily experienced an orgasm in her left breast soon after. The spunk shot out in a long arc, leaving a hot, sticky trail across Emily’s head.

“You’re spilling all of it!” she meant to say in an annoyed tone, though she accidentally moaned it out instead.

Flustered, she slapped the hands away. Not content with wasting food, she quickly took both cocks into her mouth, and enjoyed the rest of her lunch.