Milked by the Cattle Rancher

by Fiona Thompson

  Copyright 2015 Fiona Thompson, All rights Reserved.

  …Keeping it Kinky

  Milked by the Cattle Rancher

  Joannie May has been traded to Tom Roberts to cover her father’s gambling debt. Now married and knocked up, Joannie is about to discover that Tom has a dark secret. And she’s part of his master plan.

  Swelling and on her honeymoon, Joannie is treated like royalty on the Caribbean. But as her desires for her husband foster and grow even more, so are her breasts and her body. By the time they return to the ranch, Joannie can barely keep her hands to herself and she’s terrified things will never be the same.

  Upon returning to the ranch, Joanie discovers that Tom just doesn’t have cattle on the farm to breed and milk, but he deals with something a bit more human.

  And next on his list of livestock? Joannie is afraid she might be next. And worst yet, she’s afraid she might not be repulsed at all. She’s afraid she loves it.

  The Honeymoon

  My Daddy traded me to Tom Roberts to pay off a gambling debt. At first I was resistant to the idea, a naïve eighteen year-old young woman, I was looking forward to going to college. Starting my life. And none of that included being married to a man I barely knew and knocked up before our wedding night.

  But that was exactly what happened. And now I was on my honeymoon, with aching tender breasts and a swelling middle, rounding with life. I didn’t think I wanted to be a young mother, but now none of what I wanted mattered.

  I was someone’s wife and it was clear, Tom was turned on as all get out because of it.

  We’re staying at a Caribbean resort and every morning, I sit out on the patio by the beach. Tom makes sure they bring me glasses of juice, milk, and some of the most delicious porridge with passion fruit I’ve ever eaten.

  And I can’t help but eat it. I eat so much of it. I rush it down with the sweet juice and star off at the ocean waves as they roll delicately into the shore.

  Tom just watches me. He’s only in swim trunks and his strong, muscular chest is displayed for all to see. He’s handsome and he’s mine. I can’t wait to taste him later. He looks out of place without his Stetson on his head, but I know it’s only a matter of time before we return to the ranch and I’ll see him in it again.

  He dresses me in a small bikini. The green and white striped top is stretched by my breasts. I was always rather flat chested, but since becoming pregnant, they’ve rounded. They ache every minute of the day.

  My bikini bottoms ride down, pushed out by the slight round belly I’ve grown. Three months along and Tom already loves to show me off. I know he’ll continue to do it when we get back to the ranch and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll love it as much as I do now.

  It’s like Tom can read my mind. He leans forward and puts a delicate hand on my small belly pooch. “It’s rounding so nicely, darling. I can’t wait til you’re swollen and large.”

  “So everyone can see how you’ve stretched me? How you own my body?” I’ve heard it all before and I didn’t say it was disgust. I said it with pleasure. I leaned forward and licked my lips.

  “Oh, Darlin.” Tom snarls and leans forward. Our lips practically touching and my body screams for him to touch me. Take me right there for everyone to see. “I was hoping we could finally get out, walk the beach.”

  “Later.” I whisper hotly and I kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “We are on our honeymoon and I have needs. Momma needs you, baby.”

  I was so turned on, so horny, I let Tom snatch me up in his arms. I was horny all the time and I didn’t know if it was the pregnancy or something more.

  But by the time lunch arrived, I was so famished and the food tasted so good. My body craved nourishment and I was beginning to think there was something in the food that was driving me crazy.

  Was Tom drugging me? Was he using some chemical to remove my resistance to him?

  God, did I even care?

  ****

  My hands caressed my body in my sleep, running up my baby belly and over my perky breasts. I moaned, feeling how extended my nipples were. How abnormal it all was. My body felt different than it did even that morning. It was plumping up. My hips were rounding and my waist was thickening around the middle.

  I moaned as I gripped my breasts at how sore and full they felt. The pain was good though, or so I thought as my knees fell outward and I stroked my pussy. My eyes fluttered open as my finger twirled against my clit. It wasn’t enough, I needed a good fuck.

  And I needed one right then. Even if it was only three in the morning.

  My head rolled over to the side and I saw Tom laying beside me. His arms thrown above his head as he snored. I went over on all fours and straddled him. My hands stroking his arms. “Tom?” I whispered with desire and kissed his chin.

  He murmured about needing more sleep, but I didn’t care. I kissed him, my tongue entering his mouth and I felt a flicker beneath my ass as his cock woke up—way before he did.

  “Baby?” He whispered, his eyes still closed.

  “I need you so bad.” My lips quivered together from how true it was. My hands glided down his rock hard abs to his pajama bottoms and I hurried to undo the tie that kept them tight against his hips. I slipped them down, my hand going against his cock.

  It was already hardening, but it could be bigger. My fingers gripped the skin, feeling how hot he was, and gave him a gentle tug.

  Tom sucked in his breath and his legs straightened out. “Hmm…Joannie.”

  I tugged harder, my other hand cupping his balls, crushing them with my fingers. “Sssh…You just lay there. Momma’s gonna pleasure herself, all right? You don’t have to do anything.”

  Tom didn’t say anything, but his lips parted as I squatted down low, accepting his gift, his cock deep inside my pussy. My fingers clamped onto his chest and my head rolled back as I enjoyed the ecstasy of him being inside me. It had been hours, far too long since this happened.

  “You look so beautiful.” Tom whispered and I took his hands and put them on my hips. I rocked back and forth driving us both toward the ultimate pleasure.

  His hands didn’t stay there long. Soon they were caressing up my back and gripping my hair, pulling me down into a deep, passionate kiss. I was so excited, I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding so fast.

  “Tom…”I eeked out as our bodies road against each other in time, each thrust going deeper, faster. I braced my arms on the headboard as my body quivered with a deep, thorough orgasm. It was so intense, my vision blurred and I moaned.

  Tom kissed me, his arms wrapping around me and he rolled me over. “I’ve never been used like that before.” In the moonlight, I could see his eyes studying mine.

  “Did you like it?” I whispered and licked my lips.

  He answered by gripping my knee and pushing it up to my chest. His cock slapped against my wet pussy and his hard thrust inside of me was the only reply I needed.

  Returning Home

  Going home was exciting and settling in was even better.

  I got to make some decoration changes to the ranch. As the days ticked by into weeks I got to enjoy how my own body was changing, growing—expanding. It didn’t take long for my breasts to expand as they got ready to produce milk for our growing baby.

  And grow it did! My belly was round and inflated like a ball. It pushed all my dresses out and it made my ass look curver, my lower back just that much sexier. As the baby grew and grew, it began kicking me and it made all of my shirts jet out under the power of it’s strong legs.

  I walked around the ranch, stroking my belly as I made lunches for all the farm hands. I did my part in taking care of the house when I wasn’t looking at
photos of nurseries and planning what crib I was going to buy our sweet little angel.

  Only six months along and I looked ready to pop. Tom sent for the doctor and I was set for a checkup the next morning, just to make sure everything was all right. He hated me to go out of my way into the clinic, and Tom was wealthy enough to pay for a private visit at the ranch.

  The words Ma said to me about not letting Tom control me, floated to the back of my mind. Sometimes I thought about them seriously, but when he kissed me and when we made love, I just didn’t care anymore. I know he loved me. So if he didn’t want me to go out, what was the harm?

  That night I changed into my pajama bottoms and a tight pink tube top that stopped just short of covering my growing baby belly. With two pigtails that made me look obscenely young and knocked up, even though I’m nearly nineteen now, I lowered myself down onto the white sofa in front of the fire place. I read my magazine and stroked my belly.

  The skin was soft, supple, and beneath the skin I could feel toes poking me. The more I rubbed my belly, the more turned on I got, thinking that I was this way because Tom demanded it. He wanted me knocked up and stretched beyond belief and every day I got a little bit closer. A little bit bigger than I was the day before.

  “Don’t get started without me, darling.”

  Tom’s voice jarred me back to the present as he took off his cowboy hat and sauntered toward me.

  “Tom,” I whispered and slowly rose to my feet, struggling to get up and went to him. He kissed me as his hand found my belly and stroked it. I put my hand on top of his. “Soon it’s going to be hard to walk sexy and not waddle around.”

  “Oh baby, I can’t wait to see you so big you gotta waddle. That’s sexy, darling. Swollen and prime with my kid. Knowing I did this to you.” Tom close his eyes and moaned. It turned me on so bad that I kissed him. I planted my hands on his back and pushed him closer.

  “Can we?” I was breathless, “Here? By the fire?”

  Tom nodded and I pushed him back toward the sofa. He sat on it with his legs wide and I straddled him, unzipping his pants. “It’s a good day whenever I get to come home to you. No matter what happens, you always know how to make it better.”

  I bit my lip and smiled seductively at him. He took my belly in both hands and my head rocked backward as I squatted down on him. My pussy swallowed the full length of his cock deep inside. My lips quivered as I perched high on my knees and slowly moved my body up and down.

  Married life was good.

  My breath caught in my throat as I gripped his shoulders hard, my pelvis rocking back and forth. Tom laid his head back on the cushions and his knees fell outward even further. Falling deeper into bliss. I loved being able to please him like this. I loved what it did to him.

  Did to me. Tom grunted and bit down on his lip. His eyes rolling back into his head. Sexy. I leaned over and kissed him. Our teeth grinding against each other. My breath caught in my throat as I climaxed so thoroughly, my vision went dark and I nearly passed it.

  “Oh Darlin,” He snarled and his hands ran over every inch of my exposed skin. “I think tonight’s going to be a long night.” He took me in my arms and rolled me over onto the sofa, grabbing one of my thighs and holding it closer to his body.

  Sounded like music to my ears.

  ****

  The next morning the doctor came and went.

  I dressed in a modest sweater and a tight pair of yoga pants when he left. In the mirror I saw how stretched my sweater was, nearly translucent over where my twin babies grew. Twins. Just like my Ma. What kind of a weird concidence was that?

  Was I happy? Yes, but concerned. I rubbed my belly as the babies I was carrying kicked me. I closed my eyes and moaned. Tom moved the hair off my neck and kissed the nape of my neck. His hands wrapped around my belly and gripped it like it was the most important thing to you.

  “Who knew I had the power to put two in you. First time out to, hot damn!” He squeezed my breasts and my mouth fell open and I moaned with pain. They were so tender and felt so full.

  “Oh, Tom,” I whispered and turned my face so our lips met. Our tender kisses turned passionate. I was on the verge of a full on frenzy.

  “Damn, Joannie May. You’re always turned on these days.”

  “You did it to me. You knocked me up. Stretched me like this. It’s made me so horny. You have to take me. Please.” I begged as I turned and unbuckled his pants.

  But he stopped me. My damn husband stopped me. “Not right now. You need to eat and then, I gotta show you something, baby.”

  What could he possibly have to show me? Whatever it was, it had to be important. And it was, it was life changing.

  ****

  He fed me a big bowl of oatmeal and then when it was done, I felt over stuffed and bigger than before. Then Tom helped me into his pickup truck and we drove for what felt like miles to the part of the ranch I had never seen before.

  I was curious as Tom pulled the truck up and I couldn’t help a tender stroke to my belly. My legs were spread wide to support its growing bulge. “What’s this?” I asked.

  “It’s time for you to see. Time for you to know where most of my money comes. I think you’re ready.”

  “Okay,” I say even though he’s scaring me. With Tom’s help I slide out of the truck and then he leads me into the barn.

  “It’s a milking barn.” Tom explains but as I step in I realize it’s not cows he’s milking. It’s people. Woman. Extremely pregnant and indowed pregnant woman.

  There are rows of them with open shirts and full perfectly round glistening bellys. They are moaning and grunting as metal machines clamped on their breasts milk them like they are live stock. I’m horrified and grossed out.

  I back away from Tom, letting go of his hand and bump into the rear wall of the barn. The woman are young, supple, and so horny they can barely talk.

  “They get to keep the babies. I’m not evil, Joannie May. I promise. It’s just the milk. A few years in the program and I set them up for life.”

  “Few years?” Tears shine in my eyes and I rub my belly protectively. Wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.

  “You deserved as my wife, to know.” Tom says and he offers me his hand, but I swat it away.

  “how could you not tell me? Is that why you never want me to leave the ranch?”

  “Partially.” Tom nods. “I was afraid you’d hear talk. I love you too much to let you go.”

  I stare at the woman. One my eyes can’t deviate from. How wide her legs are. Her head rocked back and her lip quivers from orgasming. Over and over. Whatever made her a person was gone. Now she was just a breeding milking machine.

  I’m horrified. Horrified that that’s what has been happening to me.

  “I think you better take me home, Tom.” I whisper, but Tom doesn’t let me go. He takes me into his arms. I fight against him but he kisses me.

  His hands wrap around my face and he caresses me like he always does, but it’s so different now. Now I know what he’s capable of. How he’s capable of hurting these poor woman. “Let me go, Tom.”

  “No.” Tom shakes his head. “You’re my wife. The mother of my growing brood in your womb and you will love me, Joannie. If I have to force you to love me, you will. Besides, your mother is on your way to the ranch.”

  “What?” I ask, horror spreading over my face.

  “Let’s just say your pa lost another bet.”

  Moving In

  I don’t know what’s going on as Ma arrives at the ranch, but she’s swollen so large with child now she looks ready to burst. Her due date is three days past with twins and every inch of her looks it. Her belly is so swollen and extended it scares me that that’s what my future is.

  She looks scared and tired. Tom looks at one of his hands. “Move her into the milking barn.”

  “What?” I hiss, “No!”

  “Then cooperate, Joannie May. Promise to go along with whatever I ask. Be my wife. Lay with me, let m
e fuck your brains out and do whatever I ask. If you do, I promise we’ll get your Ma a nice room. Take care of her while she waits to birth those babies.”

  There’s nothing I can say other than yes. I turn to him and let my mouth do the talking, kissing him deep fully right there. And when he rubs my belly and grips it with his hands, I feel like his property.

  Because I am his property. Heart and soul.

  Milking

  The more time that passes, the more I forget how angry I am at Tom.

  Ma gives birth and she’s given tasks to do around the kitchen to earn her keep. We can visit, talk and she always prepares me the best meals.

  Meanwhile I’m burning so hot all the time for cock, I can barely think straight. My body is expanding, growing in way I never dreamed possible.

  I’m round feminine and now I’m less than two weeks from my due date. Stretched so thoroughly, everything hurts. My female parts are so swollen, it hurts to sit. Walk and sleep is almost impossible.

  The pain of sex is only outweighed by the extreme pleasure I feel of being used and abused.

  Naked, and on all fours on our master bedroom, my wide belly is so big it graces the comforter. My body buckles two and fro as Tom fucks me so hard, the bedposts bang into the wall. I groan loud as he grips my hips and thrusts inside of me deeper…and deeper.

  When we’re done I moan and fall over onto my side. My bell jets in and out from the kicks of our strong twin boys. My belly button is distended and my thick, long nipples are wet with milk.

  Tom crawls across the bed and pins my arms over my head. He brings his head down and drinks from my breasts. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I moan. I love being his object.

  “Let me milk you, Joannie May.” Tom whispers. “You’ll love it. Please.”

  But I resist. I shake my head no. “I can’t. I’m your wife, Tom. Not some sort of…thing.”