Busty Female Boss Gives Breastfeeding Handjob to New Designer in Meeting Room

I'm Yuji, a newbie graphic designer who just joined this design firm.

Still in my mid-20s, I jumped ship from my previous part-time gig, but this is my first real creative workplace.

Every morning, I grip my sketches tight in the office, where the aroma of coffee fills the air, desperately trying to keep up.

Today, it's a team brainstorming session in the morning meeting room.

The narrow space is surrounded by white walls, with the projector's light flickering as everyone spreads out their laptops.

I'm in the corner seat, nervously flipping through my materials.

Then the door opens, and Yumi enters.

She's the PR specialist, a female supervisor in her thirties.

Her light brown hair is tied back in a ponytail, and her tight blouse accentuates her figure.

What really catches the eye is her cleavage.

Yumi's massive breasts look heavy like ripe fruit, straining against her blouse.

They must be G-cups, and my gaze is inevitably drawn there.

(Oh man, having tits like that in the office is totally unfair...)

The meeting starts, with Yumi leading.

Her voice is soft yet commanding, guiding everyone along.

"Everyone, this campaign is all about visuals. Yuji, even as a newbie, I'm expecting great ideas from you."

She calls my name, and I jolt.

"Y-yes! I'll do my best!"

Yumi smiles and sits across from me.

In that moment, her breasts brush lightly against the table and jiggle softly.

They look so plush, the outline clear even through the fabric.

My mind goes blank on the design talk; I'm just fixated on that cleavage.

During the meeting, Yumi leans in to peek at my rough sketches.

"Here, try changing the colors more boldly? We want to convey trust."

As her finger traces the paper, a sweet shampoo scent wafts over.

She's close enough for me to feel her breath, and my heart pounds.

(Yumi's breasts look dangerous up this close... What would they feel like to touch?)

The theme is building trust, but my eyes are just following the curves of her massive tits.

Finally, the meeting ends, and everyone files out.

As I start packing my stuff, Yumi calls to me.

"Yuji, hang back a bit. Let's talk more about your designs."

Just me? My heart skips, but I nod.

Now it's just the two of us in the room. The door closes with a thud, and silence falls.

Yumi pulls her chair closer and sits beside me.

"Nervous? You're cute for a newbie."

Her smile makes my cheeks flush.

"N-no, not really..."

Yumi's hand touches my shoulder. It's soft.

And then her breasts lightly press against my arm.

The weight of those G-cups transmits through the fabric.

(Wow, so soft... So this is what a woman's breasts feel like.)

"Yuji, you're serious about work, but relax more. Trust starts with sharing sensations."

Yumi whispers in my ear.

Her breath is warm and sweet.

My gaze drops to her chest again.

She notices and chuckles softly.

"Hehe, you've been staring the whole time, haven't you? At these."

She lightly lifts her breasts. The blouse stretches, revealing a deep valley.

My crotch stirs and starts to harden.

(Oh shit, my dick's getting stiff... Not here.)

Yumi stands and moves in front of me.

She leans on the meeting table, looking down at me.

"It's okay, go ahead and touch. Consider it part of your training."

What? My mind blanks.

But my hands move on their own. I touch her blouse and undo the buttons.

A black lace bra appears.

Her massive breasts threaten to spill out, their pale skin gleaming.

"Come on, be bolder."

Yumi unhooks her bra.

With a bounce, her G-cup tits are freed.

They jiggle against gravity, with large pink areolas spread wide.

Her nipples are small and perky.

(Huge... These are the tits from my fantasies.)

With trembling hands, I grab Yumi's massive breasts.

They're so soft, my fingers sink in like marshmallows.

"Mmm... Gently now."

Yumi lets out a breath.

I can't hold back and knead them with both hands.

The breast flesh overflows and reshapes.

(Ah, this feels even better than I imagined... Her tits are melting into my hands.)

Yumi reaches for my belt and unzips my pants.

"Yuji's getting hard down here too."

Her fingers expose my cock.

It's throbbing, pre-cum stringing out.

Yumi's hand wraps around it gently. Warm and smooth.

"Such a cute cock... I'll make you feel good with my breasts."

She has me sit in the chair and kneels down.

She brings her massive tits close to my face.

"Time for some nursing. Suckle on them like you're feeding."

I eagerly latch onto Yumi's nipple.

I suckle with wet sounds.

The nipple hardens in my mouth, rolling around.

No milk taste, but her scent is intoxicating.

(Yumi's nipple wrapping around my tongue... This might be hotter than a real blowjob.)

Yumi's hand starts stroking my cock slowly.

She rubs the ridge with her fingers, gripping the base and pumping up and down.

"Hehe, Yuji, you're too excited. The tip's all wet."

Her voice tickles my ear.

My fantasies explode.

Getting a handjob from my female boss while suckling her tits.

Yumi's massive breasts envelop my cheeks. Burying my face in the valley, the soft flesh smothers me.

I gasp muffled breaths.

Her hand speeds up.

Veins bulge on my cock, my balls tighten.

(I'm at my limit... I want to cum all over this cleavage.)

Yumi pulls my head closer and whispers in my ear.

"That's it, let it out. Pour your hot load on my chest."

Those words make my body shake.

Spurt, spurt—a massive load erupts.

White semen splatters into Yumi's warm cleavage.

It drips down her breast skin.

"Ah, so hot... Yuji, you came a lot."

She laughs and gently wipes my cock.

I'm panting, staring at Yumi.

Her breasts still jiggle softly.

(Is this real? Feels like a dream... I want more, so much more.)

Yumi adjusts her bra and buttons her blouse.

"Built some trust now? Next time, deeper training."

Her wink melts my heart.

We leave the meeting room and head back to the office.

I don't care about the stares.

No, the feel of Yumi's massive tits is all I can think about.

I'm totally hooked on this experience.

Every night, I'll jerk off imagining her cleavage.

Building trust through such sweet pleasure—what a perfect workplace.