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Free Use nipple debacle part 2 I awoke Friday morning with extremely sensitive and sore nipples. Had to put a salve on them all day to get through work, udder butter is fantastic for over worked nips and mine were, definitely, overworked. The problem with udder butter is that it is a petroleum based product with several oils added to it. Normally I use the salve on a Saturday or Sunday morning when I am shirtless all day. The Thursday night fun was a remarkably different experience as I don’t go out on weekdays, I don’t drink 4 or 5 vodka cranberries, and I don’t have my nips abused by who knows how many strangers. All that to say, when I dressed I started with a nice white Oxford shirt but that was so coarse on my nipples it caused an erection, and knew that would be an issue all day, so I switched to a lighter smoother fabric that was a bright polish blue. Having never used Udder Butter with a shirt on, I was not expecting the issue that developed. I applied the salve before I left and again after lunch and once more around 4:30 about 2 hours before logging out. Bobby, one of my colleagues walked up to my desk and asked, dude, are you lactating? I replied, of course not why would you ask such a question? He chuckled and flicked my left nipple pretty hard and said, dude you nipples are about to poke holes in that shirt and you’ve got huge milk stains all around them. When I looked down the salve on my nips had been soaking into the fabric all day and the blue fabric made a very dark stain in a big circle around both my protruding nips. I don’t think I’ve ever been this humiliated at work and and just wanted to melt into the floor, about that time Candy my assistant and another woman I didn’t know walked up with a breast pump and offered to help me with my leakage issue. I tried to explain the situation without going in to details. Unfortunately, as I stood up the tube of Udder Butter tumbled out of my pants pocket on to the floor right in front of the 2 ladies. Who began screaming with laughter, Oh my god what are you a dairy cow? Bobby replied, no a fairy cow and chuckled. Bobby is personally aware of my nipple fetish but has never said anything that I’m aware of. Candy unbuttoned the top 4 buttons and pulled my shirt open. Holy shit! Those puppies look like they need pumping, don’t they Maria? Candy said loud enough to attract attention. Hush I tried to stop any more attention to my plight but 3 more women showed up around my desk when Bobby started his demonstration of nipple manipulation standing behind me, shutting down any attempt at my diffusing the interests in my engorged nipples. The ladies were fascinated with the rough handling, pulling, pinching and twisting Bobby was using to make me moan, and vibrate in my office chair. When Maria saw the affect this was having on me, she looked shocked. I didn’t know men’s nipples we’re so sexually sensitive. I mean, look at the boner trying to oust out of his pants! And all the ladies laughed. Candy spoke up, I think we need to get back to our desks and leave these 2 to get ready to leave for the weekend. The sniggering group of women went back to there assigned positions. Bobby, still working my sore nips from behind, whispered in my ear, I bet if I keep this up for another 5 minutes you’ll have to walk to your car with that massive boner leading the way. Then blew into my ear and stood, let go of my nips and stepped toward my door. Well, that was fun, he said, hope your weekends good, I’ll see you on Monday. There I was with my bare chest on display, my had dick standing up in my gray slacks with a very large dark circle of pre-cum right under my left fucking pocket! At least it matched the big dark circles at nipple level on my shirt. I really should have worn underwear today. I now need to turn in the files due today and get out of here, but first I need to get myself together and that’s going to be an issue. My office is 2 glass walls into the main office area and a glass wall facing a very busy street and sidewalk. I decide to face the sidewalk because if a stranger sees my bulge or god forbid my hard on, that’s less dangerous than my coworkers. So I spin my chair, stand up and undo my belt and open my fly to make way for my shirt and hopefully hide my hard on under the shirt and waistband. Of course there are people standing right next to my window so I’m gonna have to be quick with this shifting. So I spread my legs and let my pants drop a bit to tuck the bottom of my shirt when suddenly, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE! I instinctively twist my upper body to the door of my office, which closes my legs just enough for my pants to drop to the floor and me holding my shirt up to start tucking it in. There stands my boss with a shit eating grin on his face and he’s pointing at the window with 20 or 30 people pointing and laughing with their phones pointing at me. Without thinking I turn completely around pointing my ass to the street and my hard cock at my boss and the whole damn office pool. I’m frozen in humiliation and can’t move. My boss walks up to me and says, let go of the shirt. I do what he says, and the shirt tails drop onto my dick and cover my ass. That simple act reawakens the emergency of covering up and I bend over and pull my paints up quickly tuck my shirt in and and close my pants and belt over my erection. My boss chuckles and says I came in to get your completed files and tell you to head out, I was not expecting a floor show, again. Yes, my boss has been at parties where I ended up naked, but never around the office. I gathered up the files off my desk and went to hand them to him and he noticed the spot on my shirt, what this mess and tried to scratch it off, using his fingernail which was 3 scapes across my over sensitive nipple. I did a squeak and a moan at the same time and pulled away. I spilled something earlier today, I told him. I placed the files in his hands and picked up my stuff. One my way out I mumbled, I’ll see you Monday have a good weekend everyone, not looking anyone in the eye, just steadily walking to the door. About 10 feet from the door the whole office started applauding, and whistling. I felt about a foot tall, but my dick was still hard and tickling my navel as I walked out. I hope I never have another day like today. I might work from home on Monday