Free use with the pregnant dairy girl

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

Being pregnant I expected to get some special treatment in the office, and in a way I did, just not the kind I would have hoped for.

Our office had been designated a free use workplace. The government were trying out trial periods in some workplaces, the theory being that it would bring down the number of sexual harassment complaints and save the courts a lot of time and money.

I wasn’t keen on it, especially since I was married. But we had a mortgage to pay and a baby on the way, so it wasn’t like I could just suddenly up and leave. This was a secure job at a successful company, I had to be sensible.

I had not told my husband Derek that it was a free use workplace, I was pretty sure he would not react well to the news that other men were having their way with his pregnant wife on a daily basis.

I was secretary to the company president Mr Dean, and was sitting at my desk just outside his office, waiting for his arrival.

“Hello Stacy”, he said with a huge smile on his face as he entered.

“Hello Mr Dean.”

“Brr, it’s cold outside isn’t it? That must be why your nipples are so stiff. Are they leaking milk this morning?”

“Yes Mr Dean, a few drops.”

“Oh good. Get your tits out will you? I think I need a feed to start the day off.”

“No problem Mr Dean”, I responded. I did my best not to sound bored. This was all part of the daily routine now.

I turned sideways on my chair and began to unbutton my blouse as he put on a raincoat over his suit.

“Have you got the files ready for my six ‘o’clock meeting?”

“Yes Mr Dean.” I undid the last button, my blouse falling open.

“I think Joe from accounts will be up soon. After my meeting with him can you put me through to our office in Tokyo?”

“Yes Mr Dean.”

I snapped my bra apart to let my massive melons spill out into the open. I had already been a big girl at a d-cup, but now that I was six months along they had swollen to h-cup proportions. A huge pair of milky tits were the subject of constant attention in a free use workplace.

“Oh my”, Mr Dean said as he got down in front of me, “I do love getting to see these udders of yours every morning.”

I just sat there and thought about the reports I would have to do today as he reached out and grabbed those ‘udders’ as he liked to call them. He was near drooling as he groped them with impunity. This was what every man must have wanted to do, grope the tits of their female colleagues at work without any repercussions, and now that this was a free use workplace, all men could do exactly that.