"The holidays are rough, huh?"

Marcus worked long days. On the best of them, he wasn't in a great mood; the hospital isn't exactly a relaxing place for anyone to go, and given that he ran the Biomed department, he was often up late and in early, trying to fix this or that problem with the IT team. We'd become friends over the coffee machine in the cafeteria, then discovered his department was on the same floor as my office. He asked me what I did exactly one time, turned bright pink, and never mentioned it again.

But I had a slight problem with that, of course.

The minute a man blushes in front of me, I instantly know he has a softer side, a potentially submissive side. And that brings out the more dominant side in me. My nipples get hard, my pussy gets wet, and my mind gets impatient. All I want, when I see that blush, is to get them naked and needy. Immediately.

I'm an adult, though, and Marcus and I work together... So I just enjoyed the gentle shade of pink and let it go, later that night, or even on the couch in my office one time--I came silently while my waiting room filled up after he blushed telling me about some piece of equipment in the hall. He didn't blush because of the machine, though.

He blushes because he can't handle my tits.

I don't dress provocatively; a terrible idea, in my line of work. But my breasts announce themselves. They're huge and they like attention.

But today, I felt more protective of Marcus than anything else.

We were in the hall outside of my office, just commiserating; I was going to go home after I wrapped up my paperwork for the week--Fridays always run long--but it looked like Marcus would be here trying to settle waves after handling yet another crisis. And then he would be going home to take care of his parents, who had been sick for some time. He was always sad around the holidays, although I didn't always have time to check in with him. We'd never hung out outside of work, and I didn't want him to feel like I was trying to therapize him.

He was silent for a moment, contemplating my words. "Can I be honest?" When his wide brown eyes met mine, I nodded. "I fucking hate this time of year. I hate that it's supposed to be a time of joy and togetherness, and it makes me feel sadder and lonelier than I am for the entire rest of the year."

"I think a lot of people feel that way," I reassured him. He swallowed hard, and leaned against the wall, his eyes on the carpet again.

"I do too. But you're never supposed to admit it, not to yourself, and not to each other. It makes it..."

"That's a very lonely experience," I said. I wished I could give him a hug.

"It is." He sighed.

Maybe... I thought hard, not wanting to make a decision based on how much I fantasized about Marcus sucking my nipples. He was having a difficult time, he didn't need more stress... But if I was right, I knew exactly how to help. "Marcus... Would you mind stepping in to my office for a minute?" He blinked. "I'm not changing the subject, exactly," I said, giving him a small, reassuring smile. "I just... I think I might be able to help us both a little bit."

"You don't have to--"

"Oh, I know I don't," I said, giving him my full smile this time as I opened the door; I could tell, instantly, that he wanted to follow me. My instincts were correct, but we still needed to talk about it. "I want to. Please come inside."

I have a little more freedom than most to design a comfortable office because of the nature of my work. I have a desk, but it's in the corner, facing the window; the main stage is the couch, a comfortable velvet affair with coffee tables galore and a soft ottoman. "Come sit down," I said, and instead of taking my usual place in the rolling chair across from it, I sat on the couch and patted the spot next to me.

Immediately, he obeyed.

Good boy, I thought, and shifted so that I gave him a little bit of space... And he immediately came closer, making sure our bodies had contact.

Very, very good boy.

We were the same age, but he was looking at me with big puppy dog eyes, seeming much younger and uncertain than he ever had; there was an eagerness there as well, as if he was as sensitively attuned to my abilities as I was to his. I reached over and threaded my fingers through his, watching his face. "Listen. I enjoy certain activities when I need to unwind--sexual activities. And I suspect that you would enjoy them too, but before I touch you, I want to make sure you're alright. I don't want you to--"

"Please," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine, and I knew, in that moment, he had been waiting just as long as I had.

Without another word, I began unbuttoning my blouse. He froze, watching every tiny motion of my fingers with the rapt attention of a prey animal. When the fabric fell over my shoulders and revealed the soft skin underneath, his pupils dilated. I leaned back, resting against the couch, and slowly, so slowly, plucked my nipple out from beneath the lace of my bra.

He was hypnotized.

I pushed my shirt open completely, baring both of my breasts, and tugged them loose, letting them fall free over the edge of the demi-cups. My breasts are natural and huge, so they spilled everywhere, all at once, and Marcus's knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the couch. "Do you want to touch them?"

"Yes please."

"Good," I said, and motioned him forward, letting him come close as I opened my legs and invited him between, nestling against my body. "Suck," I instructed him, and he immediately opened his mouth, taking almost a third of my breast into it, and began to suck. "Such a good boy," I whispered, and he stiffened, then relaxed, as if he'd been waiting to hear it.

And he was a good boy; Marcus moved from my right breast to my left, back and forth, kneading them gently as he went. My soft breasts rippled in his hands as he teased my nipples to a fine point with his tongue, making me moan with pleasure as he came closer, his body pressing in to mine. I could feel how hard his cock was, and wondered if he was leaking. When I slid my hand down to touch him, kissing his forehead and telling him to stop, he blinked up at me in a daze. "I want to stroke you. Is that alright?"

"Yes please," he whispered, his wet chin sitting between my tits, my nipples pressing in to either cheek; he was holding my breasts reverentially, and even though he's a big guy it took an entire hand to hold each one. "Please."

I unzipped him, enjoying the tension as he held his breath, and slowly tugged him free of his pants. Holding him in my hand, I rearranged myself slightly so that the angle would work better; I laid him across my lap, pushing my nipple into his mouth and letting him latch as his eyes rolled back in his head, my left arm supporting his head, my right arm working his cock. I rolled my thumb over the head of it, gathering precum, and he sucked greedily, nursing with his tongue pressed against my nipple, eyes now closed. I leaned down and kissed his cheek, my hand moving faster, stroking him, feeling his body relax and tense at the same time. "It's okay," I murmured, and kissed his forehead. "You're okay." He moaned, and I knew he was getting close. "You're going to make a little mess, but that's okay too. We can clean up a little mess." I gently popped my nipple out of his mouth, the ecstasy on his face making it clear how relaxed he felt, and switched him to the other one. "You're such a good boy," I whispered. "You're safe, and you're okay, and you're good." I kissed his forehead again and felt his spine arch as he grew closer, his voice rumbling into my flesh as he moaned while he sucked my nipple. I kept my pace, feeling the warm, wet precum slide on his cock, and when he came his shudder rippled through my body as well. Marcus gasped, then sucked greedily, his forehead wrinkling as I drained every drop of tension out of his body. And then, he melted. The only thing moving was his mouth, still sucking away. "I always knew you were very special," I whispered, and kissed his cheek.

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Hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful holiday, however you choose to celebrate the season :)