Tasting Kareena's Breast Milk Leads To A Lot Of Fucking

[desiaks]

I work as a cleaner at a hospital part time while going to college. I'm studying business management and plan to own my own business some day. The pay is good and the schedule works with my classes. 

The only down side to the job, other than it is menial is my boss. She's a real bitch.

"Murli!" the bitch, yells as soon as I get there. "You're ten minutes late."

"Sorry," I reply. She's dressed to the nines as usual. A gray outfit with a lighter gray shirt, cut low (or maybe it just looks that way because of her massive boobs), and a dark gray jacket that match her pants. 

"Well? What happened?" She demands. 

"Well, there was an accident and it backed up traffic," I informed her.

"That's why you need to leave earlier," she said.


"If I had left earlier, it might have been me in the accident. Then who'd clean all the rooms?" 

"Don't be a smartass. Now get to work."

I turned to go.

"Wait. Hands!" She demanded. She had this weird thing about how since I clean up, that I had to be clean myself. Even though I mostly wore gloves, she always inspected my hands before every shift. Who knows, maybe she had a hand fetish. 

"At least your hands are clean," she said, bringing my hands down and brushing my crotch. I just wasn't sure if it was an accident, on purpose or if she was just teasing me. 

"Good to go?" I asked. 

"Yes.” I got the list of the rooms to be cleaned and headed to the apartment building on my list today. The locality was a rich and full of Bollywood celebrities. Another upside of the job was that I got to see a lot of actresses.

Everything went routine until I came to room 208. There was a beautiful women in there with long, black hair and really nice tits. I know because her shirt was unbuttoned and she was playing with them. Well, not really playing, more like massaging them. Her areolas were football shaped and her nipples were short but fat. Both her areolas and nipples were dark, compared to her breasts which were very pale and I could clearly see veins.


"Uh," she gasped. "What are you doing here?"
This was none other than the Bollywood actress Kareena Kapoor. The reason of a lot of wet dreams and I had just seen her tits!

"Just cleaning up," I replied. 

"Well, can't you come back later? I'm kind of busy."

"I can see," I said, staring at her breasts. 

"It's not that. I'm getting ready to pump." 

"Pump?" I asked. 

"Yes pump. Pump the milk from my breasts. And I'd like to do it alone."

"I understand, but I'm on a tight schedule and my boss is a real bitch. She'd go fuck-all if I didn't clean all my rooms on time."

"You really can't wait?" She asked again.

"I'll be in and out in no time," I assured her. 

"That's what my husband said, then I was pregnant. Fine. You've already seen them anyway. Just be quick please."

"Yes ma'am. By the way, my name is Murli," I said, offering my hand. 

She let go of her breast to shake my hand. Not only could I see her breasts, but they bounced when we shook hands. 

She noticed me looking at her breasts. 

"Oh very clever. You boy's just can't look at our breasts, you have to watch them bounce."

"I'm just being polite, ma'am."

"Uh huh. And stop calling me ma'am. Now, don't you have a schedule to keep?"

"Yes, ma'am."