The Bun

As Her mistress reached the desk at the centre of the room, she patted the surface of the desk, looking over her shoulder and reaching a hand out to beckon Rebecca closer.

''Just... stand here, with both hands on the desk''

Rebecca did as her mistress asked and approached the desk, leaning forwards and putting both hands, palm down on the desk. Her mistress then wrapped her hands around her hips, guiding Rebecca to step backwards slightly and making her lean forwards at more of an angle. She then felt one of her mistresses legs between her own, nudging her slightly to spread her legs.

She allowed herself to be posed without saying a word, the anticipation making her cock twitch and start to harden, despite having an orgasm just a few moments ago.

''Now, Rebecca'' Her mistress leaned forwards, pressing her body against Rebecca's and reaching her hands around to cup the blondes breasts ''Is there any other needs you want to satisfy before we begin?'' She tugged on Rebecca's nipples for emphasis, causing a squirt of milk to hit the top of the desk, before slowing to a trickle that ran down Rebecca's chest, flowing onto her stomach and further.

''Please... Nghh!'' Her mistress tugged her nipples hard, causing another spurt and causing her pleading to be cut off by a moan

''What was that?'' Her mistress asked, with clear amusement in her voice

''Please... Ngahh!'' Again, her mistress had cut her off with a sharp tug to both nipples, this time pulling on them for just a few seconds longer and causing even more to leak from Rebecca's enhanced chest.

''Come again?'' Her mistress sounded like she was supressing a laugh as she mockingly asked the question

Rebecca held her breath for a moment, anticipating what was going to happen. Her mistress seized on the moment and started roughly massaging Rebecca's breasts, causing her breasts to leak a full flow of milk now. Her cock had also hardened by this point, bobbing up and down with the pleasurable twitches, inches away from the edge of the desk.

''Is this what you want?'' Her mistress asked, leaning in close to whisper in Rebecca's ear as she suddenly stopped teasing her breasts.

''Yes, please, more!'' Rebecca almost moaned the words.

''Tell me exactly what you want me to do'' The mischievous tone was back in her voice as her mistress lightly traced her areola with her fingertip.

''Please...'' Rebecca stopped, some part of her almost expecting another tug on her nipples, causing her breasts to spray more. Another part of her unwilling to say out loud what it was she wanted.

''Well, if you won't tell me. I guess we'll have to find out later'' Her mistress removed herself from straddling Rebecca from behind and moved to her chair on the other side of the desk, setting herself down and elegantly draping one leg over the other as Rebecca watched her with pleading eyes.

''P-please...'' Rebecca couldn't quite bring herself to say it

''Please what?'' Her mistress asked, leaning across the desk and smiling up at the pleading Rebecca, who was still leaning over the desk, occasional dribbles of milk running down her chest and her cock throbbing for attention.

''Please milk me!'' Rebecca finally managed in a sexually frustrated tone, the whiny demand tapering off into a sort of moan as she squeezed her thighs together, only succeeding in making her cock bounce again.

''Maybe later'' Her mistress turned her chair away from Rebecca, reaching for one edge of the desk and grabbing the little bun Rebecca had almost forgotten. ''But first, you should finish this''

She handed the bun to Rebecca, who stood up from her leaning position and took it. Holding it up to examine it for a moment. It had white icing and red sprinkles, so she new, whatever happened, her mistress was planning on teasing her and on playing with her breasts some more, what she couldn't tell, was whether there was a filling inside of it.

Knowing what the red sprinkles did, she took a few breaths, trying to will her arousal to fade as much as possible, before the magic on the food made orgasm the only way to clear her head.

''Go on''

Rebecca looked up and then obeyed her mistress, bringing the bun to her mouth and taking a bite, her eyes went wide as she looked down and realised just what the filling was.