My tits feel heavy and the nipples keep alternating between hard and soft as they feel the counter rub against them. I need feeding time, and now. I hear people ordering from my station, pressing espresso into the gasket and pouring the pumped milk stored in the fridge from the day before. I am not sure how good the breast milk lattes actually are, they’re too expensive to try and I’m not one for breaking the rules and trying one behind the boss’s back, but people rave about them. No, I think to myself as another small latte is ordered. Buy the fresh stuff. Let me get off. Let my back stop hurting.
And the more of yesterday’s supply they buy, the more we have to milk tonight. It’s not nearly as fun, but the way my nipples ache and swell from the pumping machine gets me off in a different way. The wind blows against my used up nipples from the opening front door, and hurts me, and also makes me feel so wet again. You could milk my pussy at this point, if it didn’t all pool and dry in my underwear.