by Ana Thalia
"Oh moo! Oh moo!" she cried, kicking her feet and writhing as he banged into her. "Oh moo! Moo!"
Stephanie's body reacted profoundly. It was all cumulative, building up, up, up. Her body pulsed with orgasmic pleasure. She'd never felt anything like it before. It lasted the whole time he fucked her.
"Yes!" he cried, finally coming. "Take that, cow."
"Mmmoooo," she purred, huffing and puffing as he slowly pulled out. "Mmmmoooo."
Tom pulled her off the chair, and she sank to her knees. Her limbs felt weak and rubbery.
"I think we've pretty much wore her ass out," Farmer Fred said. "Don't worry, she'll build up some endurance after a few times."
"Hey, what about me?" Bill said.
"You got her before dinner," Randy said. He looked at Zeke, "And you, too."
"Doesn't matter," Zeke said. "I'm hurting. I need her again."
"Me, too," Bill said.
"Take her at the same time," Farmer Fred said. "Then we'll put her to bed and let her sleep it off."
"Wahoo! I'm on bottom," Zeke said.
Stephanie watched and listened to them, her brain spinning and in no condition to really care about anything. She knew what they were say, and what it meant to her. What it meant she had to do before they let her go to bed.
Zeke laid flat on his back on the floor. Bill grabbed Stephanie's by the hair, forcing her to crawl over him. On all fours above Zeke, she looked around at the eager eyed men. They all looked horny, even Tom who'd just fucked her.
"Ooooh, yes," she said when Zeke started fondling her tits. Then he thrust up into her achy, throbbing pussy. He felt divine sliding all the way in with one smooth thrust. As he thrust up into her, fondling her boobs, Bill dropped to one knee behind her and pushed a finger up her butt. "Aaiieee! Oh no. I mean, mooo."
She'd never done anal before. The very thought was kind of scary. Before she could gather her wits enough to object, to ask him to not sodomize her, it started feeling good. In conjunction with Zeke's cock in her pussy, it actually felt incredible. It was even better when he thrust two fingers into her.
"Mmmmm. Mooo. Moooooo," Stephanie purred, wiggling her butt. "Mmmmoooooo."
After finger fucking her ass with three fingers for a bit, Bill moved into position and slowly pushed into her butt. His cock felt a mile wide, stretching her out to the max. No penetration had ever felt that profound. That stressful. Or that awesome.
Bill slowly thrust deeper and deeper, taking his time. Stephanie could not believe what two cocks at once felt like. It was beyond anything she ever imagined.
Together, Zeke and Bill soon had her super hot and squirming. She huffed and puffed between them, mind spinning and body pulsing with pleasure. Every thrust forced out a tiny inarticulate cry from her lips. In record time she felt her body pushed over the top.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh moo! Moo! Oh god, mooooo!"
The more she mooed, the more excited Zeke and Bill became, the harder and faster they fucked her. So Stephanie gave it to them.
"Mooo! Moo! Oh mooooooo!"
And she came again. And again.
The two farm hands banged away, crying out with pleasure as all the muscles down there tightened up intensely, almost too tight for them to continue. Her body became hyper-sensitive and her climaxes became more intense.
"Aaagggghhhhhh!"
Suddenly, both of them cried out at the same time, all three of them climaxing together. Stephanie gasped and cried out, and then laughed. And then once they stopped pumping into her, she collapsed atop Zeke. A second later the lights went out.
~**~**~
"Mooo," Stephanie said, on all fours in the kitchen.
She was wearing a satin teddy, that left her boobs out and with a Velcro nether closure. It was white with black spots. A classic cow print. The only thing else she wore was her black, Mary Jane stilettos. That outfit had been her only attire for the last six weeks.
Farmer Fred had just stepped in from outside. She'd been cooking lunch, but dropped to all fours upon his arrive. Like a good, well-trained human cow should. Her belly started to tingle, and warm wetness spread between her thighs. He looked excited, which promised good times for her.
"Good news, my little milk maid," he said, unzipping and pulling out his cock. "I just sold your car. It wasn't worth much, but I think I can afford to buy you that pair of cow print thigh boots now. You'd like that, right?"
"Mooo," she said, nodding.
"That's my sweet pet," he said, stroking her long hair, now in pigtails. "Now be a good little cow and milk your big dairy farmer."
Stephanie rose up on her knees, and swallowed his cock. They locked eyes as she bobbed up and down his shaft. Sucking. Licking. Nuzzling his cock and balls, she quickly brought him to climax.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as he came in her mouth, forcing her to swallow as usual. "Mmmm. Moooo."
"Damn right," he said, lifting her up and laying her face-up on the kitchen table. He pulled apart her Velcro nether closure, and plunged his still hard cock into her achy, quivering pussy.
"Aaaiiiee!" she cried. "Ooooh, mooo. Mooo. Mooo!"
As he thrust into her, Farmer Fred mashed her tits together, and lowered his mouth to a swollen, perpetually sore nipple. Her boobs were huge with milk. He suckled, hard and sweetly. She squealed and kicked her feet, head rocking back and forth. The let down was awesome, as always. She so loved the feel of milk flowing into their eager mouths.
The hands all filed into the kitchen at the point. They came in for lunch, but found opportunity instead. Stephanie glanced at them with glazed eyes, her body tingling in anticipation.
Yes! Yes! Yes! she thought, already seeing the gangbang in her mind.
"Moo! Moo!" she cried, feeling her body going into the rush to climax. "Aaaggghhh!"
Farmer Fred immediately pulled out.
"Next," he said.
Stephanie was still convulsing with orgasmic pleasure when Randy mounted her. He immediately started suckling, sucking down lots of hot mother's milk. She clutched desperately at him, bucking as her body throbbed with pleasure.
"Mooo! Moooooooo!"
The foreman sucked harder on her nipples, gulping down milk as he pounded into her. Together they reached climax with gasps and cries of pleasure.
"Moooo! Moo moo moo," she cried. "Ooooh, mooooo."
Randy moved away, to be replaced by Tom. She wrapped her legs around him, guiding his erection into her.
"Aaawww, yes," she cried. The sexy human cow started bucking, grasping at him. Encouraging him. "Mooo, baby, mooo!"
Tom thrust into her hard and fast. Stephanie squished her tits together, really hard. Hot milk oozed out, coating her breasts with dairy goodness. Tom eagerly licked all over her tits, before sucking on a nipple for a more substantial drink.
"Ooooh, moo, mooo, mooo," she purred.
Their beautiful human cow came twice before Tom emptied deep inside her. Zeke all but yanked him away to get at her. Stephanie squealed with surprise and pleasure when he suddenly thrust into her, grabbing her tits roughly. He squeezed so hard two thin streams of milk shot straight up from her nipples. Then he lowered his mouth and went to town on tits and pussy.
Zeke had her bucking, head rocking, crying out with pleasure. He was an animal. Lusty. Hungry. Uncontrollable. She loved it.
"Aaagghhhh!" she cried as her body convulsed with pleasure. "Mooo!"
After he came and stumbled away, a big smile on both of their faces, Bill moved up into position and looked her over with relish. He lifted her legs, pushed them back to her shoulders, and mounted her. Stephanie loved to be forced into unnatural positions. Anything that stressed her body even a little bit made sex feel better.
"Moo for me, baby," Bill said, voice strained as he thrust into her as fast as he could.
"Moo! Moooo mooo…Oooooooh," she purred. "Oooooh, mooooo."
"Squeeze your boobs together!" Randy said. "Make them squirt milk."
"Oh! Oh!" she cried, her whole body
rocking as Bill's hips slammed into her hot, sweaty butt with wet fleshy slaps. His cock rocked her world, pistoning in and out of her pussy in an incredible rate. Stephanie pushed her boobs together as ordered, pushing as hard as she could. Milk started coming out. "Moo! Moo! Oh, moo! Moo! Moo!"
"Fuck her, Bill, fuck her," Farmer Fred cried. "Squeeze them tits, cow!"
Stephanie started squeezing in rhythm with Bill's thrusts. She cried out with every deep, wonderful thrust as she squeezed her boobs together. Her body rippled with insane sensation, as milk squirted up and coated her tits, chest, belly, and even her face. Bill pushed her to the brink of ultimate pleasure, and then she went over the top as her body throbbed with pleasure.
"Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" she cried, starting to buck, losing control of her body. "Ohmygod! Mooooo! Aaaggghhhhh!"
Bill kept pounding into her, making her come again. And again. And finally, he cried out and spilled his seed as she climaxed yet again.
"Oh man, she's all sexy shiny with milk and sweat," Tom said, voice low and sexy. "I think I'll skip lunch, and just play with her."
"Yeah," Randy said.
Bill pulled out and moved away. Stephanie sat up, looked around at all the lusty, eager faces. She shuttered, her insides a hot, sultry mess. My mind in even worse shape. She bit her lip, looked her milk and sweat soaked body over. And slid down to hands and knees.
"Mooo," she said, wiggling her butt.
"You realize you're going to be here a long time, Stephanie?" Farmer Fred said. "As our pretty pet. Our human milk cow."
His words reverberated through her body and psyche. She couldn't breathe a long moment as her head spun. She remembered her wretched life in Chicago. Remembered the dream of LA. Her dream to be a star. But those boys did things to her. They made her feel so alive, so cherished, so sexy.
Stephanie looked up into the farmer's face, holding his gaze. She nodded. "Mooo."
"So be it," he said, and laughed. "Let's run a train on her ass this time, boys."
This is my life, Stephanie thought as Farmer Fred dropped down behind her, and started fingering her butt hole. I'm reduced to my most basic level. Just an animal. Their pet. Their little plaything. He trust a hard, thick finger up her butt. "Aaaiiiee!"
She shuddered.
He soon had her butt hole loosened up. Stephanie found it hard to breathe. She'd committed herself to sexual slavery. To being a mere human cow, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Committed herself to be fucked and milked to their heart's content.
Farmer Fred thrust into her.
Stephanie sucked in a sharp breath, eyes huge. Anal penetration was so profound!
"Aaaggggh," she cried. "Ooooooh. Oh, moooooo. Mooooooo."
"Yeah, I think our little milk maid is going to work out, boys," Farmer Fred said, grabbing a fistful of silky blonde hair and yanking back. "Prettiest little human cow in the world!"
THE END
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Bountiful Nanny
"I'm the luckiest girl in the whole USA," Sarah said, grinning as she looked around her room. It was servant quarters, but she was still living in a mansion. "I love rich people and their willingness to pay gobs of money."
Her employers were thirty-something self-made billionaires. Dave and Amanda Armstrong hired her for just one month to be the nurse maid and nanny of Amanda's sister's newborn. With the sister and brother-in-law on a second honeymoon, they were desperate for a nanny to help them care for the child. They offered Sarah a butt-load of money since she was also lactating and could feed the child as he was accustomed. Totally saved her financial butt, too.
Before the Armstrong's offered her a job, Sarah was doing just about anything to make ends meet. Selling her blood. Laboratory experiments. Yeah, the latter was the reason she was lactating. The pretty brunette didn't really think that gig through, but desperate people do crazy things. Now she had ginormous, milk-laden tits that tingled and ached all the time.
"Ms Nevins?" Amanda said through the door, giving it a light knock.
Sarah was halfway through dressing for her date that night, so was only in her panties and bra. She threw on a robe and hurried to the door.
"Yes, ma'am?" she said, quickly taking in the fact that her beautiful blonde employer was dressed to the nines in a stunning red evening gown and a fortune in diamonds. "How can I help you?"
"You weren't getting ready for bed, were you?" Amanda said, looking her over.
"Oh no, I'm getting ready for a date."
"Oh? Hmmm," she said, frowning in disapproval.
Sarah's heart rate tripled. She could not lose that job.
"That's not going to work for us, dear," Amanda said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but I thought we told you we were going to the Midsummer's Night Gala."
"That's tonight?" Sarah said, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. She was supposed to meet Matt in forty-five minutes. "I thought it would be this weekend."
"No. It's tonight," she said. "I'm afraid you'll have to cancel your plans. We need you here taking care of little Jesse."
Her heart sank into her stomach. She'd planned her date with Matt for a week. It was going to be their first time to go all the way. Well, she'd given a couple of BJs, but nothing serious. Tonight, he was going to learn about her condition, and discover the joy of playing with really big boobs.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," Sarah said. "I can reschedule. No problem."
"Wonderful," Amanda said. "We're leaving now. Jesse is asleep, but he'll need to be fed soon." Amanda looked at Sarah's chest. Was that a look of longing, or envy? Kind of looked like lust to Sarah, but that had to be her imagination. "I'm sure you'll be up for a natural feeding."
"Absolutely," Sarah said. "I'll get dressed and check on him."
Once Mrs. Armstrong left, she waited until she heard the front door open and close. Sighing gustily, she sat on the edge of her bed and looked beseechingly at the heavens.
"Why me, lord?" she said. "I'm ready, willing, and eager to give Matt the greatest night of his life, and then this happens. I always get slapped down. It sucks."
She started to text Matt with the bad news, but called him instead.
"Hello?"
"Matt, Sarah," she said. "I'm sorry, but that rich couple who hired me today, they just left with orders for me to stay and babysit. I can't go out tonight."
"Screw them, man," he said. "Once the kid is asleep, come over to O'Reilly's Pub and we'll hang."
"Are you crazy? I can't leave a child alone," she said, shaking her head. "Seriously, I want to be with you, but this is my high paying job, and I will do anything to keep it. Besides, who doesn't love babies."
"Whatever," he said, clearly pissed.
"I'm really sorry, but I can't leave the house."
After a moment's pause, "Can I come over?"
"I don't know," she said, heart pounding. Fear of losing her job warred with the ache between her legs. The baby would be asleep for hours and hours, and probably won't wake up for his feeding until well after the Armstrong's returned. "How fast can you get here?"
"Fast," he said.
"Come on over," she said. "We don't have much time."
"I'm there!"
Sarah hung up. Matt probably knew that they were finally going to do it that night, but that phone call confirmed it. She didn't like it, but she was getting kind of desperate herself. Once she committed to the act, her body raged for it.
I think whatever they did to make me lactate like a dairy cow also fucked up my libido, she thought. Sometimes I get so horny I can't think straight. If at all.
Sarah didn't have time to contemplate her problems. Matt might show up at any time. She had to be ready. Her job was too important to risk, so a long romantic evening was out the door. It was wham bam, thank you ma'am time.
She pulled off her bra and panties. She put on a tight, strapless sheath dress. Her milk-heavy boobs stretched it out to the max. Matt would surely like that, but not as much as ge
tting her out of that dress. The young beauty accessorized with really big silver hoops, matching bangles, and her wickedest pair of black patent fuck me pumps.
After a last check and touchup of her hair and makeup, Sarah went up to the second floor and checked on little Jesse. Sleeping like a baby. Matt arrived, knocking on the front door, before she was halfway back down the stairs.
"Hey, baby," she said, striking a sexy pose when she opened the door.
"Oh my god, you're gorgeous tonight," Matt said, gawking as his eyes zeroed in on her boobs.
"Only tonight?" she said, quirking a brow. "I'm an ugly skank the rest of the time?"
"Hey now, I didn't mean it that way," he said. "I was just appreciating all the time and effort you put into getting ready. Everything is perfect, while I'm a shaggy dog."
She couldn't have said it better herself. Matt's idea of dressing up for the "big night" was a backwards baseball cap, black heavy-metal t-shirt, and faded jeans. Of course, that was his everyday wear. Sarah's never seen him dressed up.
"You're in luck," she said, wagging her brows. "I have a thing for shaggy dog guys."
"If you like shaggy dog guys, then maybe we — "
Sarah grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, saying, "Come on, Matt. Let's go into the family room and get started before you say something to turn me off."
"Hell yeah," he said, suddenly wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her.
They stood there in the open door for the longest time, just kissing and hugging. Matt held her so tight. It felt divine. Her already tingly insides filled with butterflies, and a little wet heat spread between her legs.
"Come on, baby, let's go to the family room," she said, pulling away reluctantly to close the door. She noticed his eyes drop to her boobs. Not unusual, or unexpected. His eyes widening did catch her notice. Glancing down, she saw her dress was wet over her lactating boobs. Embarrassing, but not a surprise of late. "Oh yeah, I have something special for you tonight."
