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Office Mom

By BangBear

Joanna got into the office early Monday morning before anyone else arrived. The workplace was a relatively small, fitting for a group of recent college grads and some that were still in college. It was cheap, it had electricity, plumbing, and (mostly) functioning air conditioning, and that's all they needed. She wouldn't normally think to work in a place like this, but it was a bit of a passion project of hers to help the startup out, and now that her own son was off at college she needed something to occupy her time. Being the only one among her coworkers with any real business experience put her in charge of a lot. She was the group's management, logistics, and HR all in one.

After parking her car, she let herself in with her key and set about turning on the lights and checking for any litter that was forgotten at her employees' desks. Most of them were clean save for one. A plastic tray from what looked like microwave chicken teriyaki and a mostly empty cup of cold coffee marred the otherwise clean series of desks in the office's main room. Her coworkers were encouraged to keep the office tidy, but failing that the duty fell to her.

A little frustrated, the dog woman took the scraps to the kitchen to trash them and then made her way through the cabinets to take inventory. On a small notepad she wrote down some stock she'd need to resupply the office with. Dish soap, napkins, a few snacks they were running low on. The powdered drink mixes were good, at least. They weren't very popular, and she knew exactly why, but she liked having them on hand anyway. She moved to the freezer next and was pleased to see it was stocked well enough for now.

Checking the fridge came last, and thankfully it was a similar story as the cold storage above it. The company credit card could be spared a bit this week thankfully. All that was low was milk. Joanna reached in and grabbed the pitcher to dump out the remainder of it and give the pitcher a wash. Once cleaned and dried, she stepped over to the table nearby and set it down as she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra out of the way. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, as even the short drive over already made her feel constrained with how full she was.

The dog mother placed her breasts at the opening of the pitcher and started to squeeze them with her hand, alternating between them. It wasn't long before pearls of white started to bead up on her nipples, and soon those turned into full on streams that poured down into the container. Another sigh now, as the second stage of relief came finally. She let her eyes close for a moment, enjoying herself and trusting that she wasn't missing and making a mess. She let that moment drag on, and on, and on, enjoying it for the simple pleasure that it was. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the fridge door opening, and it snapped her right out of her little trance.

Her eyes looked towards the source of the sound, and there stood Justin, their lead backend developer, yawning groggily and reaching into the fridge for something. When his hand made contact with nothing, he opened his eyes and looked inside to see pitcher missing. Puzzled, he leaned forward and looked deeper in the fridge, as if it would suddenly appear before him.

"Looking for something?" Joanna spoke up, continuing to milk herself into the container. With a jolt he rose up, smacking his head on the top of the refrigerator. "OOOW! Ah.. shit..." He slinked out from behind the door and looked over towards the voice, rubbing the pain on the back of his head away. "Oh, hey Joanna. Yeah, I was lookin' for that." He pointed to the partially filled jug as he walked over, not making even the slightest mention of what she was doing. Isn't it a little early for you to-" he looked at his watch, eyes going wide at the time he saw.

"Oh my god it's already almost 8. I haven't slept..." he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes. The raccoon looked like a wreck, and Joanna just now realized it was Justin's desk that had the trash on it. "Were... were you up working here all night?!" she asked, concerned for the techie. She had yet to close her shirt back up.

He nodded slowly, a bit of shame in his expression as he let his arms fall to the side and looked to the ceiling. "There were so many fucking bugs. They just kept popping up. I'd fix one and three more'd pop up." His eyes were red, strained from staring at a screen all night.

"Justin, you've got to look after yourself better. You'll make yourself crazy doing that."

"Yeah, I know. I got carried away is all." He looked to her again, watching her milk herself into the office's pitcher. "I was gonna use that to make some coffee. You want any?" he asked as he stood up.

"Ah, hey! No coffee!" Joanna leapt in front of the raccoon to block his path, breasts hanging free and still dripping milk. "You need to sleep! How much coffee have you had tonight?"

The raccoon halted mid step, almost losing his balance and falling over. "Uh... like..." he counted off on his fingers. "Like four cups?"

"Four cups?! You're gonna be delirious by 9 if you have another cup! Go take a break right now!"

"But-"

"No buts! Now mister!" She said sternly with her arm pointing to the door and her chest hanging in front of her. Justin sighed and nodded his head, reluctantly agreeing that he was overworking himself. "Whatever you say 'mom.'" He turned and made his way towards the break room. She wasn't actually his mother, but her maternal habits earned her that reputation. Once he was out of the room, she sighed and relaxed her stance. Justin heard a quiet swear from around the corner as she realized she'd leaked a puddle on the floor, quickly grabbing some paper towels to clean up.

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Justin took a seat on the big recliner in their break room with a huff, slumping down into it and closing his eyes. His body felt horrible. Everything was sore and his veins felt like they pumped acid, but his eye were the worst, and only now did he notice his headache. He was too steeped in his work earlier to notice it. Pulling an all-nighter proved to be a bad idea after all. Joanna walked into the break room a few minutes later. "How you feeling?" she asked, her tone more tender than when she ordered him to this room.

"Trash," he grumbled.

"You look like it." Justin chuckled, his eyes still closed. He could feel the excess caffeine keeping him awake, despite him actually wanting sleep now. "I don't think I can wor- ach!" He flinched, his eyes opened up now and were greeted by the sight of Joanna crouched between his spread legs, her hands working to undo his shorts.

"H-hey, you gotta warn me before you do that."

"It's more fun when I don't." Another laugh from him as he shook his head. "Can't believe you're my boss." He let her work, feeling her fingers pop open the button and pull down the zipper. She reached towards the waist of his shorts and pulled them down, the raccoon lifting his hips to aide in their removal. She could see the lump in his underwear growing under the fabric.

"You'll feel better after this..." The dog woman placed her nose to his crotch and gave it a lick, Justin huffing and grabbing the armrest. She teased a few more laps as her hands trailed up his thighs to the band of his underwear. His length started lifting it up off from him, making it easy to hook her fingers around and peel back slowly. Once halfway down, the rest of him sprung up and forced the band out of the way, bumping her on the nose and makign her laugh.

"This hard this fast? Boy, you've been neglecting this. When's the last time you were in my office?" She gently wrapped her fingers around him and pulled him closer to his face, planting kisses along his head and down his shaft.

"Hah, mmf, shit..." A hand came to cover his face, one eye peering through between his fingers down at the dog. "It's uh... it's been a few days." He hissed at her tongue prodding at his tip, ever so slightly slipping under the skin around his head. "Ah, hah, careful! S-sensitive..."

Joanna giggled and nodded her head with a teasing "mhmmm." She continued, a bit slower this time to make sure she could keep going. She could taste the pre already, his cock twitching against her tongue. Slowly, she added her hand into her work, her drool acting as more than suitable lubrication.

Justin breathed hard, closing his eyes again to simply enjoy the treat he'd been denying himself since the previous week. He felt her warm breath falling around his shaft, and soon felt her completely envelope him in her mouth, "Oh, fuck, Mrs. Townsend..." His hand reached for the back of her head, fingers running through her thick hair as he pushed her down. At the same time, his hips thrust up.

He quickly bottomed out in her mouth, his tip poking through into her throat. Her eyes went wide before shutting tight with her wince, not prepared to take him that quickly. Tears streamed down her cheeks, staining her face with her mascara. She tried pulling away, but he had other plans. He held her down for a few, hips pumping up against her face as she pushed against his legs, muffled grunts protesting him.

Finally he relented, Joanna popping up from his cock with a gasp and coughs. Long, thick strands of drool connected her lips to his cock as he huffed, still standing tall in the open air. "Sorry, got carried away."

She panted, catching her breath as the strands steadily broke and fell down to her still bare chest. A nod accepted his apology. "Just gotta warn me before you do something like that."

"It's more fun when I don't," he teased. She rolled her eyes with a chuckle and started rising from the floor, but the raccoon, again, had other plans.

"Wait, hold on. I gotta..." his eyes looked over to a door on the opposite end of the room, his head motioning in the direction as well. She knew exactly what he meant from that vague gesture. "Oh, of course. Just let me..." She reentered her comfortable kneel and placed her lips back around his member, just past his head. After a deep breath, the dog nodded, and the raccoon began.

He breathed out and let his stream go, a long night of binging coffee to stay awake flowing out from him and into his boss's waiting mouth. It was harsh, bitter, but she happily began chugging it. Just as quickly as it could enter her mouth, she drank it down to her belly and felt its warmth filling her. Justin groaned in relief, having held that for some time now in an attempt to maximize time at his desk.

For almost a solid minute the stream continued, the dog dutifully swallowing him down. Finally, she felt him begin to abate, and she took this opportunity to let his piss fill her maw. Once he finished, he looked at her with a grin of satisfaction. She carefully pulled herself off from him and tilted her head back.

"Wait, I wanna get this, show the rest of the office..." He quickly fished in his pocket for his phone, snatching it out and opening up the camera app. Her eyes instinctively fixed on the lens. "Alright, open." She listened, opening up wide to show the golden pool collected in her mouth. The camera clicked a few times at different angles, his boss smiling the entire time.

"Alright, recording now. Whenever you're ready." That open-mouthed grin on her face grew wider, still keeping her collection safe. She gave the camera a wave hello before tilting back one more time, looking almost straight up, closing her mouth, and swallowing the entire mouthful in a single gulp. The wave of contractions from her throat was visible on her neck. To prove her feat beyond a doubt, she opened her mouth and lolled her tongue out, revealing nothing inside. "See you all later today!" she said with a happily despite the dark mascara streams down her cheeks. With that, Justin ended the recording and sent the entire batch he just taken to the office's group chat. They filled with their debauchery so often that they needed to make a separate channel for it to avoid clogging the actual work feeds.

"They're gonna love tha- mph!" His boss had sprung on him, hopping up suddenly from the floor to the couch, pinning him to it. She forced her lips onto his, and forced her tongue to dance with his. Her arms wrapped around him as he squirmed, trying to push her off, but she simply sank lower onto him. She could feel his shaft along her inner thighs, and soon against her soaking lips. He prodded her once, twice, then finally she got the angle right and sat herself down on his member, entry made easy by the woman stealthily sliding her underwear out of the way earlier in their encounter. Joanna moaned into her coworker's mouth, and him into hers as she sank deep, pulling her mouth free only once he was seated firmly on him.

"Ptheh, you taste like coffee piss!" he whined.

"Well let that be a lesson do watch what you drink! Now come on, you're not finished yet..." She rose herself up and let herself fall once again, earning a groan from the raccoon. "Fucking hell..." he cursed, hands instinctively falling onto her cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze. He began bucking in sync with her, looking down at her skirt, then up along her body to meet her gaze. He leaned up towards her, and she brought her lips back down to his, sharing a kiss despite his disdain for how he tasted. Besides, he knew where to get a palate cleanser.

A strong smack to her ass forced a yelp from her, and Justin used the moment of distraction to turn his mouth's attention to her chest. He managed to catch one of her bouncing tits in his mouth and latch onto it, rolling his tongue over the surface as he began to suck, restarting the flow from earlier.

"Aangh, Justin!" She pulled him in harder, bouncing atop him as he picked up the pace. Their breathing grew quick, neither of them very far now. A few more thrusts, and he broke first, grunting into her tits as his fucking slowed to long, deep thrusts, flooding her pussy with pent up seed. She wasn't long after him, legs trembling as she went half limp for a few seconds. Together, they rode out their climaxes on each other, groaning and panting and writhing on the couch in the break room. Then, even as and after they faded, they remained locked together, for a little longer at least. Joanna stirred first, pulling back and looking at the mess they'd made, the two locking gazed once again and laughing together in the shared moment.

"C'mon, take the rest of the day off. And tomorrow, you need to get some rest," she said, climbing off from him slowly. She dripped down onto the floor, Joanna remedying the situation with a roll of paper towels. "You sure? I can still work, just need a nap is all," he questioned.

"Positive, I've seen you work tired. It's terrible."

"Seemed good enough to me," he teased, placing his hands behind his head and leaning back with legs spread. Joanna gave his cock a flick, Justin jolting forward to cover himself with his hands after the initial his. "Ow, joking! I'll..." His thought was interrupted by a huge yawn. "Yeah, you're right. I'll take off. Pass me one of those."

She tore him a sheet after using one to clean up between her legs, then adjusted her clothing to be more publicly presentable. "I'll drive you and come check up after work, make sure you're doing okay."

"Whatever you say, 'mom.'"