Drooping Drippers

by TitMilker

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, Lactation, .

Desc: Sex Story: The women in my office aren't concidered sexy but they are to me. All of them have wide hips and thick middles but they each share the one thing in common. Each woman has a nice bust and much more inside what they wear. If you have read my other stories you will know what I mean.

Authors note: This story may surprise some of my readers. While it does deal with one of my favorite subjects, it strays from the sexy firm tight-bodied women of which most men dream. No, this one concerns older women that have grown more mature and larger then what is considered sexy. I urge you to read on and find out what I'm talking about.

Chapter 1

I work in an office filled with women. Ah, you say, I must be in heaven surrounded by sweet luscious sexy females. Yeah I think of it as heaven but not for the reasons you might imagine. Not one woman I work around is what you would call sexy. Not a single one. All of them are at least pretty with a couple down right beautiful, but none of them would normally be called sexy.

Sexy, in the minds of most men, would have them slender with a narrow waist, nicely curved buttocks and big firm tits. With that definition, not one of the women I work with is sexy. Every single one of them has a wide butt and an easily defined waist that isn't narrow. What they all do have in common with sexy women are large breasts.

So now you've got to be thinking it's not really heaven at all, but you are wrong. You see each of these women have something special about them most women don't have. Be patient and I'll try to explain. Let's take Karen as my first example.


Karen first came to work for me two years ago. She was married to a real loser and it showed. Not a day passed that she didn't come to work sporting at least one bruise on her arms or legs. When I would ask about them she would shrug her shoulders and say something like she had bumped into a door or something similar. I began to suspect she was being abused at home and finally pressed her for the truth.

She finally admitted her husband would, on a daily bases, slap her around before raping her. Yes I said rape. He wouldn't make love to her but he would force her to have sex with him. When I asked why she allowed herself to remain with him she surprised me.

"From the time I was thirteen," she began telling me, "my father raped me once a week. By the time I'd turned eighteen Dan had come into my life. We got married but I disappointed him in bed. After several sessions with a couple of marriage consultants it was decided I couldn't have normal sexual relations. The only way I could be sexual was if I was taken by force."

"In other words your father raping you formed deep scares in your mind," I stated simply.

"That's what we have been told. When we got home that afternoon Dan pulled me to the bedroom, ripped off my clothes and forced me to have sex."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, I like it very much. It was the first time I had pleased him in bed. From then on three times a week Dan would rip off my clothes and rape me."

"That all sounds good but why the bruises?" I wanted to know.

"It started four months ago. Dan came home, yanked me down the hall to our bedroom and ripped off my clothes. I don't know why but suddenly he started slapping my face. Before long he was hitting my body and legs. I liked it when he would strip me naked and force himself on me sexually but I didn't like the hitting. Even my own father never hit me, he would just rape me."

"Do you have any idea why Dan suddenly changed?"

"Oh, yes, I know exactly why. When we got married I was much thinner. I mean I had a nice looking body, but since the baby came it's sort of..." she stopped talking as tears welled in her eyes.

"I think I know what you mean. You just didn't lose the weight you had gained."

"No," she sobbed, "I didn't. Look at me, Mr. Lewis. Is this the body of a woman that would sexually arouse men?"

Karen stood and slowly turned around showing me all of her from front to back and front again. It was true; she was larger than what most men would think of as sexy.

"Actually, Karen, I see you as being very lovely and I really mean that. OK, you're not as slender as when you first came to work here but you still have that feminine charm that would turn most men's heads."

"Charm I may have but along with a fat dumpy body. What man in his right mind would find me sexy?"

"Do you consider me to be of sound mind, Karen?" I asked.

"Well of course I would, Mr. Lewis. And I'm not saying that just because you are my boss." She flashed just a hint of a smile.

"Do you nurse your daughter?"

I saw the flush of her face as she heard my question.

"I do every day. She's not what you would call a very greedy baby and most of the time she leaves me feeling, well, still feeling full."

"Karen, for what it's worth I find you to be very sexy. I don't know, maybe it's the way you dress or the way you walk but you never fail to capture my attention."

The smile on her face could have instantly lit up an entire city with its brilliance. I remembered when Karen first came to work and how good she looked. Since giving birth to her daughter she had only increased her loveliness not to mention increasing her bust.

"Really, Mr. Lewis, that's good of you to say but you don't need to ply me with kind words just to make me feel better. I know I've gained weight and most of it is still with me."

"Tell me, Karen, when you started working here what was your bust size? I'm guessing here but I would have put you at around 36C."

"You have a good eye, Mr. Lewis."

"And now I would guess 38D?"

"Close but try 38DD."

"I'm surprised and you hide that fact very well. You really shouldn't keep yourself so well hidden. I know it would make me feel better if you didn't."

Karen had a puzzled look on her face as she left my office that morning. For the next few weeks we interacted in the same manner we had always done, that is until the day she came in sporting one beauty of a shiner.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Lewis?" she asked. I noticed Karen had tried to use pancake make-up to hide her black eye.

"Yes, Karen. Please have a seat. We need to talk."

She did as I asked, crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap. What she couldn't hide, besides the shiner, was the size of her bust. I took a moment to stare at her chest before looking at her face.

"I've got this feeling Dan did something really bad with you last night," I stated as a fact.

"Yes sir." Normally Karen would always look me in the eye but this morning she wouldn't.

"Why did he punch you in the face?"

"I leaked," was her simple answer.

"Leaked?" I asked.

"Leaked. My breasts leaked milk and soaked the sheets."

"And for that he punched you in the face?"

"That and the fact I droop."


"My breasts droop on my chest. I sag, Mr. Lewis, I sag down heavy and Dan doesn't like that."

"I see," I said, "or rather I don't see. Karen, you could easily turn me in for sexual harassment but would you mind very much showing me how much you droop?"

I held my breath as she slowly raised her head and gazed into my eyes. Her lips twitched slightly almost forming a smile.

"Mr. Lewis, you couldn't possibly be serious," she exclaimed but with just a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Karen, I'm very serious."

"I don't think I can do that. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Lewis, I'm not some schoolgirl with prudish ideas. I'm still proud of my body even if it has become fat."

"I've never said you were fat, Karen. You say you're fat."

"Yes, me and my husband. Still I don't think I can do as you ask. I suppose now I'll have to be thinking of finding another job."

"Nonsense, Karen. I asked and you said no. I respect that and you will keep on working here as long as you want."

"I don't suppose a little peek would hurt me any," she quietly said. "You're right about one thing; I could file charges against you."

"You could and I wouldn't deny them. I respect you, Karen, and would never do or say anything that would cause you hurt or harm. It's entirely your choice."

Her fingers slowly moved up and slipped first one button and then another from the holes in her blouse. When she reached the fifth and final button Karen had to pull her blouse from her skirt. The last button was undone and she slowly opened the front of her blouse. I was greeted with the sight of her bra holding up her heavy looking breasts. When she slipped her blouse from her shoulders I held up my hand stopping her.

"Karen," I said softly, "you know you don't have to do this. You are free to stop anytime you want."

"I can't, Mr. Lewis. You've said so many nice things I feel I must give back to you something."

"Then please stand up and let me see you in all your glory. You really are very lovely and I wouldn't want to miss seeing anything you show me."

Karen stood up and faced me as her face blushed slightly. Fully upright she seemed to gain confidence in herself as she proudly thrust out her chest. My eyes were glued to her chest and saw how the cups dug into her flesh. I couldn't help it; my erection grew hard inside my pants.

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Ma/Fa / Consensual / Cheating / Lactation /