by Faye Parker
“Give it to me,” I said.
I pressed my breasts together, showing him where to put it.
He turned away from me, and I prepared myself mentally for what was about to occur. There was no way to prepare, not really, not even with my grip on the sides of the saddle. It was going to rock me to the core.
Cyril flipped the switch.
They both turned on at once. The tubes sucked gently, but the sybian didn’t hold back. The vibrations shot right up from my sex, jolting me in the seat. I hopped on it, but landed my ass right back down on the saddle, unable to get away. After the initial shock, I settled in, letting the rumbling take me.
“Mmm, Master, that feels so good.”
“I bet it does. You’ll be coming in no time.”
“And will I have your cum soon too?”
I never heard his reply. The machine got louder, the thrumming filling my entire being. I slumped over, trying to regain my grip, but what did it matter? The vibrator was going to make me come no matter how much I thrashed.
Cursing, moaning, I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I wasn’t there, that it wasn’t affecting me. That wasn't going to happen.
“Oh fuck, it feels so good,” I screamed.
The cups on my breasts sucked my nipples to the center, tweaking them at the end like two farm harms squeezing the milk from me. It wasn’t a question of whether I would milk or come, it was a question of which one would happen first.
I buckled on the seat, the vibrations roaring louder, the pleasure consuming me. It felt so good that I hadn’t noticed that Cyril was beside me, jerking his stiff cock, watching as I got off.
“I don’t think I’m going to last,” I told him.
Losing my strength, I tried to push off the saddle, but I fell right back onto it. My clit pressed against the vibrations, knocking me senseless, and making me submit.
I tried to tell him I was coming, but there wasn’t time. I screamed and released, my pussy giving in to the vibrator. I rode the saddle, my body rocking to its constant thrumming as I came. My hair whipped back and then I slumped over, sure that it was the end and I would have some time to relax.
No, now I was lactating.
Leaning back, I moaned, “Oh God, I’m milking,” just as the white streamed through the tubes.
I filled the tubes, at first, backing it up with the amount I released, then it let go, spilling out into the jug at the end.
“Give me those hot tits,” I heard above me. I pressed them together just in time to catch another round from Cyril. Watching me get off and lactate at the same time set him off. Winding down, he continued to jerk off, covering my breasts with cum.
The tubes took my milk as I whimpered and writhed.
“That’s all. That’s everything,” I told him.
I was spent. The jug overflowed.
Cyril hurried to flip the switch off. The tugging on my breasts and the rumbling between my thighs shut off at once, giving me another awesome release. Succumbing to my bliss, I rolled off the saddle and spread out on the floor, still connected to the tubes, but at least they weren’t sucking.
It was a wonder I managed to get off the saddle.
When I peered up from my daze, Cyril was above me, drinking a jug of my milk.
“Sorry, I wish I had something better to say, but damn, this tastes so good. And watching you come on that thing, that was something special. Never going to forget that.”
He chugged my milk. The phantom vibrations still rumbling in me, I jerked, squeezing my thighs tight. I was so juicy and wet, not only from my milk, but from my pussy, that it dripped down my legs. I was satisfied.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself with me. My first time being milked was a success,” I managed to say.
Leaning down, he took my chin and tilted me toward his serious eyes. “Don’t make me laugh. That’s an understatement. I would call that more than a success.”
He groaned, walking back to the gate, as if in a daze himself, and took another hefty drink of my milk. He shook his head in disbelief.
“You are too good not to share. Wait until I tell everyone else who didn’t get first pick about you.”
I couldn’t believe this went over so well. I would normally be more ecstatic, but I was currently out of it, completely satisfied with being drained and from my many orgasms. I hoped Cyril didn’t expect much else from me, because I needed time.
“What do we do now?”
He smiled and held his hand out. I took it and he helped me into his arms. I wouldn’t have minded if he took me in his arms, brought me to the bed, where we could cuddle, but he seemed to have other ideas.
“I’m afraid our time is up.”
“Oh?”
He noticed my disappointment. I wondered if that was a bad thing to do, but he told me it was fine.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t you know? We’re staying here. This isn’t just a one day trip.”
“Oh, great,” I said, clapping, and then I wandered away, throwing myself down onto the mattress.
“I’ve got to get going before Keller has my head. I’m afraid we’ve already went over our allotted time. He has these things all planned out. Sometimes he’s a little too high strung, but I guess you have to be to own a place like this.”
Keller.
Was it wrong for me to do what I did with Cyril?
I wondered what Keller would think. Would he be mad?
The ideas came crashing down on me once I realized how silly I was being, thinking that Keller would even care. He was the one who suggested Cyril take me. He wouldn’t care. He might’ve been nice, but I couldn’t just believe in my fantasies and think that we had a relationship.
Still, I couldn’t get Keller out of my mind.
Cyril gave me a kiss on my forehead, and holding the jug of my milk, still taking sips, walked out of the room.
The workers ushered me out of the room soon after. It was time to meet up with the other girls, and to begin our preparations for the second day of milking. I was sure these horny men would expect far more milk from me.
Sharing Her Milk (HuCow Milking Cows 2)
After a long day of milking, I hit my glorious bed and slept until noon. I missed breakfast, but no one came to my suite to wake me, figuring, I guessed, that I needed my beauty sleep after my first day. They were right to leave me be. When I woke, I couldn’t believe it was noon. I was usually up by the morning light.
Grumbling, I managed to get to the shower, not wasting any more time than I already had. My breasts, drained the day before, were back to being the milk jugs I was used to. Swollen, sore, and heavy, I carried them into the shower with me. Warm water on them would do the trick.
Of course I knew I would be filled with milk again, the serum they gave all the milking cows was designed to do so, but I didn’t expect to this degree. After Cyril milked me, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make an appearance the next day. Now if someone didn’t milk me, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Lactating was a necessity, and I looked forward to filling up the next customer.
As soon as I made my way downstairs to the common area where all the girls were usually lounging around, no one was there. Nervous, I searched the rest of the hallways, wondering if I missed something important. One of the many workers, dressed in their nondescript black suits, pointed me in the right direction, to the pool.
I should’ve known. It was a beautiful, hot day, and after being milked, they would want to relax.
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” I muttered to myself, my finger on my lips, as I peered out the windows, checking out all the girls sunning themselves and splashing around. The pool, like everything else in the mansion, was luxurious, an in ground that curled around a tiny island. The island housed a rock formation, fake milk pouring over the sides.
“That’s all right, Miss Olivia. We have outfits for you to choose from,” said a worker, the same who pointed me to the pool. I hadn’t noti
ce that he followed me. I was glad he did though, otherwise I would’ve been wondering how I could stay inside while the girls had all the fun.
He took me to the room with all the outfits, a large dressing room with the bathing suits being in the back. Like our standard milking outfit, they were all cow print with plenty of cow ears to choose from as well. Lots of big tops too, thankfully, whoever stocked the dressing room did their job well. Even though they were big, I had to squeeze myself into the bikini.
It was revealing, a little too sexy for a day at the beach, but I was going to be with the other girls. They wouldn’t mind. I wondered if some of them were wearing any tops at all. When I headed outside, the answer was clear. Most of them were, but there were two girls, Alice and Ashley, swimming around the bend completely naked. A couple sunbathed nude on the lawn chairs around the island.
“There she is.”
“Hey, Olivia.”
“She’s up.”
I waved to my fellow milking compatriots. The girls had been so accommodating, helping me out in my new role. Things got serious at first pick, but I still trusted all the girls. They were there to do their best, nothing wrong with that. I was too.
I slid my curvy self into the water, taking it nice and easy, loving how floating could help alleviate some of that heaviness in my chest.
“Over here,” Sadie called. The buxom bombshell waved me over. She was hanging out, sipping a margarita. The milky waterfall splashed the back of her neck. She took another sip and watched as I waded over.
Sadie had been the most helpful so far. Despite myself being a milking cow at Master Keller’s might lead you to believe, I was naturally timid, afraid of meeting new people.
“We’ve got to get you on some magazines, girl. I’ll tell my agent. He’ll be real happy with me, for a change. I’m always late. He got pretty pissed off last meeting.”
“Really?” This was all so overwhelming.
“Of course, you’re the next big thing. You better start recognizing it, because everyone else has.”
The next big thing? I understood why Sadie was. She looked like a classic pin up. But me? I had no draw, unless someone wanted to tell me what it was. “Thanks, that’s so sweet of you. I’m not sure if I’m the next big thing, but -”
“Your first time, huh?”
“Yes, it was.”
“Never been picked by Cyril. Did you enjoy it? Some girls do, some girls find they aren’t meant for this type of life.”
I got a tickle, a lovely surge of arousal at the mention of Cyril. That commanding billionaire made my first experience one to never forget. The way he caressed me, called the milk forth so easily, I wanted it again. My body told me that I needed him, that he needed to get his lips over to my nipples fast.
“I really enjoyed it.”
“That’s good. Looking forward to seeing you around here some more.”
“Thanks,” I said, now overwhelmed with how nice Sadie was.
Grace, lounging in the corner of the pool, listened the whole time, but now she picked her head up from watching the slow moving waves. Grace, Queen Milking Cow, probably the most famous milking cow on Earth, the girl who was spurned by Cyril’s First Pick, aimed her sights on me.
“The real question is, did Cyril enjoy it?”
Her tone seemed to indicate this wasn’t a question. She was trying to tell me that Cyril hadn’t liked me.
“He did,” I said, standing my ground.
“You’re sure about that?” She asked again with a smug smirk.
“Grace, back off,” Sadie said. “Stop leering over there in the corner like a creep. You didn’t get first pick, so what? It’s about time your ego took a hit.”
Grace shrugged. I tried not to think about how beautiful she looked. She always looked so glamorous. In her one piece suit, she looked like a classic movie star.
“Can’t I ask the new girl some questions, or are you going to stalk her forever?”
“She’s not stalking me. She’s just being nice.”
“I’ll talk to Cyril later. I’m sure he’ll give me the full details, since you don’t seem to want to tell me, Olivia.”
It was none of her business.
“You’re out of line,” Sadie said, but Grace already turned her back, starting to swim away from us. I kind of felt bad for her. She could see her crown slipping away from her and was just trying to fight for it. Another part of me wanted to call her a bitch, because well, she was acting like one. Take defeat with some humility.
“Cyril will tell me everything,” she said again, “if you messed up, and I’m guessing you did, he’ll tell me, and we’ll have a good laugh over it.”
Perfect timing as usual, Cyril arrived. It took a moment for me to realize that it was truly him. It didn’t seem right for one of the guests to be poolside with the other milking cows, but Cyril knew Keller well, and he must’ve had some pull. I knew Keller liked to keep the living areas secret from the guests.
Flipping his sunglasses off, he looked over the pool covered with busty women, their milk ripe for the taking. He wore a black, long sleeve shirt and a tie, looking uncomfortable in the heat.
“There you are,” he said.
Grace stopped. I turned to her, expecting Cyril to call for her. Then I watched her hope get crushed when Cyril said my name.
“Olivia, come with me, please. Keller wants to see you.”
I almost pointed to myself and asked, “Me? What?” but luckily I didn’t. I didn’t want to seem too naive or insecure. I knew how annoying that could get, especially when you were getting picked over the other girls.
Yes, he wants you. He told you how he wants more of you. Why are you so surprised?
Because he’s a billionaire...a billionaire wants me. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over that.
“Coming,” I said, and I headed out of the pool. “Let me grab a towel.”
“I’d rather you not,” Cyril said, grinning. “Come, follow me.”
Not sure where we were going, but knowing it would be exciting, I followed. This was highly unusual.
Cyril held the doors open to Keller’s office. I walked in cautiously to see Keller waiting behind his enormous desk. He wasn’t a small man, but anyone would look small on his throne. His chair and his desk were a milky white. The rest of the office had the same white scheme with tall marble women standing guard. They were naked, their shapes of women transformed by the serum. Even in his office, Keller had milking cows watching over him.
“Come in,” he said, smirking at me, waving me on.
Was I in trouble? Why else would I be invited here? Maybe Grace had pulled some strings and gotten me kicked out. If so, I would dive onto Keller’s leg and beg to stay. This had been a dream come true so far. I didn’t want it all to come crashing down, although I expected it to at any moment.
Standing before him, I tried to distract myself by looking out his window. It looked out onto the mansion’s yard, and I could even spot the girls hanging out by the pool. I would’ve liked to be back there at that moment, to be given a reprieve from my anxiety and all the mystery.
It wasn’t just that I was afraid of losing the job. I was afraid of disappointing Keller.
Ever since I wanted to be a milking cow, I wanted to make him proud. If I could impress him, I would be the best, but not only that, I would impress the man I always had a crush on. Seeing him in person was still a shock. I was usually imagining him with my eyes closed.
“Cyril told me what happened,” he said, standing up, inspecting me closer. His eyes loomed over my breasts squeezed into the small top, then lower, checking out the tiny bikini on my supple hips.
“Is that good?”
“Yes,” he said. “Cyril didn’t tell you?”
“I did,” Cyril said, walking up beside me. It felt like I would melt into a creamy mess between them. Heat hit me on both sides.
“He told me that you were the best he’s ever tasted. Why did you think he didn
’t like it?”
“I didn’t want to assume, Sir.”
He waved me off. “You’re far too modest.” He looked to Cyril. “She could use more breaking in. Something to boost her confidence,” Keller said.
Cyril nodded. “I had a suggestion.”
“Yes,” he said, rubbing his chin, still checking me out, but this time, his eyes darted to mine, studying me, as if he was reading my soul. Crazy, but I believed it. I believed he was figuring out everything about me, even things I couldn’t discover myself. Deep, dark secrets.
“We’ve got something special arranged for you. It’s out of the norm, but I think you’ll enjoy it, and so will our guests.”
I nodded, bowing my head slightly. “Yes, Sir. I’m sure I will.”
He grinned at Cyril as if saying, “Isn’t she great?”
Cyril put his hand on my shoulder. That touch could’ve sent me barreling to the floor. What sort of special arrangement? My mind spun, trying to think of the possibilities.
Didn’t Cyril say he wanted to share me?
“My friends are interested in tasting you. I don’t really want to share you, but Keller is actually your Master, so I have no choice in the matter.”
Keller, my Master. It was true, but he hadn’t ever said the words. He hadn’t ever tasted me. But still, I was under contract to him officially, and I knew who really had my heart. Cyril was fun, but Keller was what I really wanted. Wanted, but couldn’t have. Keller didn’t get involved romantically with any cows.
“You’re going to be taken to the master dining room and shared.”
Cyril kept me up, gripping my shoulder, keeping me standing.
“You’ll be fully prepared for the special occasion, don’t worry. I know you’re new at this, but I think you’ll do well.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, barely able to get the words out. “Please, any help you can give me, I would be grateful.”
Woah, I was surprised how I said that, all sultry and seductive. Even Keller seemed surprised. His eyes sprang back, and his smile started to fade. Did I go too far? I seemed to scare him, or maybe that was only shock. Yes, help me. Guide me. Tell me exactly what to do, Master.
