"Be careful of the wastebasket by her desk, she tosses all sorts of nasty junk into it, some might spill and get on your clothing..., Marty, Marty did you hear me...Marty?" Stand said from out in the hallway, he gathering some toilet paper rolls for distribution in another office suite and for where Marty went to clean.
Marty failed to answer, and that she never did before, it worried her husband greatly.
Not sure what if anything was wrong, Stan opened the door to suite 2314. The radio chatter and music echoing the marble walls of the hallway blocked his hearing of a lips and mouth suckling intently upon a Satyress teat.
As the door swung open, Stan standing there stood for a long moment seeing as being seen by a lusting lovely Satyress longing for a man to come and kneel, give her pussy a tonguing to arouse her more. "Come in please, there is enough of me for the two of you to gain immense pleasure from your pleasuring acts upon me." Said the Satyress standing with Marty busily suckling, as fondling the breast and nipple-teat she drank the milk.
Stan did not let his eyes get a direct stare by the Satyress, he instead walked briskly into the suite and with one hand did slap Marty about the face, effectively dislodging her from her suckling the teat anymore. The slap brought Marty back to her own righteous wits, and tasting the Satyress milk in her mouth, she spat some of it on the carpeted floor.
"Who are, what the hell are you, what did you do to make me do that, yuck!" Marty screamed at the Satyress woman, she looked as suddenly an animal nervous as if caged and caught.
"Me...I am like this when my desire for sex and things sexual becomes undeniable, especially under a full moon. This was a curse put on me, but curse or blessing, I do love what I am, what I can do to others, as my milk and my pussy juices are infectious to human kinds." Said the Satyress, she caught, and Stan not letting her overpower him, he forceful, tried to stop his wife from teat suckling, but was too late as he would discover later.
Marty stood there still locked into a mental desire for sucking more Satyress milk, she reaching her hands to caress the furry breast, fingering at the black nipple-teat, she licking her lips in want for more of the sweet creamy flavor.