Drink Me Dry (HuCow Megabundle)

by Faye Parker

  His hand curved over my pussy, following that delicious line from my swollen bud to the back of my ass. I groaned and complained that I wasn’t going to be able to handle it.

  “I’m going to savor this. I love seeing you bent over and at my will, begging for my cock, Olivia. You like how I touch your naughty little pussy like this?”

  Keller snapped my bathing suit. I yelped and pushed back, my pussy able to touch his hardness. I tried to grind, to pleasure myself, but he backed away. That snap of my bathing suit, exposing me for a split second, was terribly hot. I needed him to strip me bare. As soon as I was out of my bathing suit, he could begin feasting on me.

  He kissed my shoulders, nibbling until he got to my spine. Following my spine down, when he got to my supple hips, he snatched them, taking a hand full as he pressed that warm, solid cock against me. I rubbed, rocking, the pleasure erupting inside me at being granted my Master’s cock.

  He was nice and thick and mean, ready to force himself inside my tightness. I sucked, trying to clench him as he laid it upon me. Didn’t he know how badly I wanted it? He had to know. As I struggled, my breasts ached. They were swollen and sore and needing his attention just as much as my pussy.

  Keller snatched my hair, winding his fingers around me, another way to bind me to him. As he pulled back on me, my back arched, raising my pussy and spreading me even farther for him. Still holding me, his grip slowly loosened as he dropped, getting lower, until I felt his warmth strike my inner thighs.

  He licked me up, running his tongue across my legs all the way up to the beginning of my naughty folds. Fuck, I squirmed even more, and screamed out for him to help. Couldn’t I be granted that pleasure yet?

  Taking my bikini bottom, he slipped two fingers underneath. I waited patiently, trying to calm my nerves, but my ass was trembling as I was offered up to him. As soon as he pulled down, his tongue would be right there waiting for me.

  “I want to feast on you. I’ll never get my fill of your hot fucking pussy, Olivia.” He threw my bottom down to my ankles in one fast rip. Then he was on me, rabid and rushing over my pussy lips, devouring my pussy as it peeked out from my thighs.

  I thrust my breasts against the metal bars, hoping to bend over more so he could lick me deeper. His tongue swayed over my lips, diving in, pushing me apart. When he opened me up like that, I shut my eyes and tried to control that bundle of energy from spreading out and taking control of my body. I still wanted to be somewhat in control.

  But his sexual heat, it tore down any sort of willpower I had, and as his tongue rushed out of my pussy, instead aiming for my even more sensitive clit, I knew I would be thrashing and wild, out of my mind as soon as he touched it.

  He didn’t stay long on my clit. He couldn’t. He knew I was far too weak there. If he stayed on my clit, I would eventually just keep coming. Keller wanted to do it right. He wanted to be inside me when he came, I was sure of it, because his cock was straining, pulsating against my ass.

  He wanted in. Maybe that was me assuming, because I wanted it so badly, but I needed to believe he would finish inside me.

  Before he could get there, a rush hit my tits. I was going to milk without him even touching my breasts.

  “Master, I’m milking,” I warned him. It was a little too late.

  He managed to snap my top off before I could spurt any more milk into the fabric. The deed had been done though. I squealed at the top of my lungs as the milk squirted from my tender tits. I closed my eyes from the force of it. As I opened them again, I attempted to do so slowly, but they sprang wide open when he touched his tongue to my clit again.

  He wagged over my clit, waiting for the milk trails to reach my pussy. As he rushed over my sweet pussy, the milk got closer, and he got hungrier.

  “Oh - I’m going to come. If you keep doing that, I’ll come. I can’t last,” I warned him again.

  “Good. Come for me. Even better,” he said, then he went at me again, keeping constant love on my clit as the milk rolled over my stomach and headed to his lips.

  I rocked my pussy back and forth, almost smothering him with it, but he was fine with that as his tongue kept rushing over my blossoming bud. When the milk touched his lips, and he sucked, my clit was brought against his teeth, rubbing against it in a delectable way that was the right amount of pressure to send me soaring.

  “Oh, fuck, Master.”

  He lapped up my milk with his tongue, at the same time, caressing my clit. I unwound from my tight bundle, my body relaxing and releasing, my juices and my milk overflowing.

  Another round of milk flowed from my breasts. I still had plenty more to offer. He kept the pressure on my clit as I came. He kept massaging it, using his tongue, bringing me deeper into the orgasm. That bliss consumed me.

  I lost my strength. Luckily the bars were there to support me. Sensitive and gasping for air, I darted onto my toes to attempt to get away from his tongue.

  “I’m not done tasting you,” he said. I granted him more time to lick up my milk.

  There had been a lot wasted, making a mess of my stomach and also the floor, but there was still plenty left for him to take. There was still my throbbing, swollen pussy.

  Unbinding me from the steel support, I was even weaker, weightless, waiting for him to swoop me up and place me down. Keller snatched my mouth and rushed in with his tongue, breathing life into me again. That spark was enough to bring me to the other side of the rail and into the pen where I could fall back onto the bales of soft, silky hay.

  My back hit and at once I realized how needy I was, how much I craved him deep inside me. That pleasure still flowed over me, but there was a deeper, carnal need for him to be closer.

  “I’m about to explode already at the sight of you, legs all spread and ready for me. You have no idea what you do to me, Olivia.”

  Oh, I had a good idea, but I didn’t think he had any idea how insane he made me. If he could feel how much I desired him, he wouldn’t continue teasing me, running that thick tip over my slit. He rubbed me and I rocked, trying to push my ass toward him and slide him in.

  He wasn’t having it. I trembled each time he ran over my pussy lips. I trembled so much that I lost control and my legs dropped back to the hay.

  Keller wrapped my ankle with the cloth. Tying my ankle up, he then increased the tension when he tied the end to the bars. Next came my other leg to keep me spread wide.

  “You have to take me now,” I told him.

  Maybe I was overstepping my bounds by telling him, but he understood as well. Keller couldn’t last another second seeing me spread open for him. My legs were split apart. My ass was pointed toward him. I was at the best angle for him to enter.

  He drove his cock inside. I swallowed him, an immense, godly amount of pleasure rocking my body. I squeezed around him, clenching on his cock, stopping his advance for a moment. We both needed that moment as the knots of tension in us unwound. Then he drove in deeper, spreading me wide, traveling deep into my womb, the tension uncoiling and swallowing us.

  Keller slowly pulled out, his tip driving across my grooves, jerking me in the bondage as he did. He did so deliberately, so sure of where my pleasure spots where. He watched as I trembled to him leaving me. When he left, my body squeezed, attempting to pull him back in.

  He pumped me full, swinging his cock in at a delicious angle. I screamed in between my pants for air. His cock slammed into me, hitting me farther than I thought I could take. But I was opening wider, forcing myself to take more of him because I couldn’t get enough.

  “Take my cum, my sweet cow. Take it.”

  As soon as he said the words, I let him in deeper. He ravaged my tight pussy, slamming into me with that powerful cock, ramming me over and over, crashing into me until I shattered and came. I squeezed on his cock again, leaving his cock a creamy mess inside of me, but still, he didn’t release.

  He just kept pounding me. I held my bouncing curves. He grabbed a handful of my breasts, holding on as
my nipples released more milk. Diving in for a lick, he still fucked me, sliding that slick cock in all the way.

  “Olivia, I’m going to fill you with my cum. Fill you,” he groaned. I watched as his muscles tensed. I felt the heat intensify inside me, the warmth spreading out to my extremities. I screamed for him to come, for him to do it, and I managed to keep my eyes open so that I could watch as he released inside my needy sex.

  “Do it, Master Keller, please, do it. Fill me. Give me all of your cum.”

  Pinning me down, with a smirk, he jackhammered me with that hot cock until he burst. His eyes shut and he let out a wild groan, his balls surging and pressing against my ass at his final moment. I kept my sights on where we were connected.

  I was stuffed, his cock pouring into me, filling me at my deepest.

  The cloth tightened until I thought it would snap, but it held, even with Keller’s weight. He stayed inside me. I wouldn’t let him go even if he wanted to. We stayed connected for as long as possible. I reached for his shoulders to help me up to his lips.

  I kissed him. Weak and out of it, I needed that spark from his kissing to keep me going.

  He pulled out, thankfully still leaving his warmth inside me. I feared once he left me that I might lose all my ability to function and slump over into unconsciousness.

  He began to untie me. I could start to understand how spread I was. It was fine before in the rush, but now that I was settling in, I realized just how far I was opened for my Master.

  Once unbound, the rush hit me again, but I was overwhelmed and collapsed. Master Keller caught me. He pulled me close to his chest. He put my nipple into his mouth again, gave it a slight bite that caused me to spurt. I leapt up into his arms, latching onto his shoulders. Satisfied enough with the taste, he let go of my nipple and cradled me in his lap.

  His hardness still pressed against me. It seemed that he still wanted to keep going. I wanted to keep going as well, but we had to stop sometime. I wasn’t sure if my body could keep up with his ravaging.

  That brief lactation brought me back from my orgasm haze. I was alert now and thinking, my mind ruminating about what had happened between us. I always wanted Keller. I never questioned whether loving him would be a good or bad choice, but I was still scared. He came inside me.

  A cow had never been milked by him before, now it seemed I was bred, but for what purpose? Did he want me in the way I wanted him?

  Doubts surfaced. I wished they hadn’t at that romantic moment, but I couldn’t control my emotions, especially after sex like that.

  Keller sensed it.

  “You don’t have to be worried. I wanted this and I want you. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve never been more sure of anything either. I want to fuck you every day. Every day I want to take you like this and have you looking back at me, except maybe, with a slightly less nervous face.”

  My fears abated, I chuckled. “Keller, I’m sorry. I just got overwhelmed. This is all going so quickly. I’ve always wanted it, but now everything that I’ve always planned for is happening in a week. I thought it would take years. Or maybe it would never happen."

  “Are we moving too fast? Sharing your milk, being served up at a dinner party, then me coming in you, you’ve had quite the exciting ride so far.”

  “No, we’re not moving too fast. I wanted you right away. I’m sorry for getting so emotional. I’m usually not like this.”

  He gave me a kiss again. Then he ran his finger over my nipple, taking a slight amount of milk and putting it to his tongue. He smiled wide. I blushed and my sex quivered, telling me that it was ready for more. I wasn’t sure if the rest of me could handle it though. I still wanted to walk tomorrow.

  “I’m glad you came in me, Master. Nothing makes me happier.”

  He trailed his finger across my thigh. I jumped. I was still terribly sensitive and ready to be set off at the slightest touch. He led his finger away. He had to know. He wanted my attention. When I looked back at his eyes, they were forlorn, not the usual hot passion that I noticed.

  “You’re not going to be a cow now,” he said.

  Was he sad for me?

  “What do you mean? Are you -”

  “No, I’m not kicking you out. But you’re going to be solely mine now. We’re going to be together, not in a business sense, but romantically. You’ll stay with me in my part of the mansion.”

  “Oh, I see. You’ve got this all figured out.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  “No, I like that.” I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I was always shocked by how blunt he was, but I still liked it. He always seemed to know what I needed, and right now, I needed to know I could settle down with him, especially if he planned on coming inside me every day like he said.

  “You’ll be mine. Completely. I’ll fuck you and come in you until you have my child. You’ll still be a milking cow, but not officially. Don’t worry, we'll still have plenty of fun. Your days of sharing milk won’t be over."

  “You want a child with me?”

  “Of course I do. Even if I didn’t, I don’t think I could stop fucking you and coming inside you. You’re fucking irresistible, Olivia.”

  “I don’t think I could tell you no either, to be honest,” I admitted.

  “Good, then we’re in agreement.”

  “Oh, yes we are,” I said, hopping into his lap.

  I was so overjoyed that I didn’t care how wasted my body was. He would have to carry me back to his mansion, but I didn’t doubt that Master Keller would care. His cock told me that he was still interested. And if he planned on getting me pregnant, he should fuck me as many times as he could.

  “Fuck me again,” I said, and then I kissed him as Master Keller entered me, filling me and stroking me until we both came.

  Fuck me again, and again, and again.

  I couldn’t get enough of Keller. He couldn’t get enough of me. I was sure that if I was around the other girls they would be sick of hearing it, but the truth was, I hardly got out of bed that first week we were together. When I did, I found myself being fucked in the most exotic of places. On the stairs, on the back of Keller’s boat, at the pool, the possibilities of where Keller could come in me seemed endless.

  The first days were so intense that I didn’t have time to think about whether I was pregnant or not. I just wanted more. He had me leashed and collared, tied up to his bed one night, and bred me until the morning. I was sure I was pregnant. I would just check at the end of the month to be sure.

  Sure enough, at the end of the third week, the test came back positive.

  “I’m pregnant,” I said, those crazy emotions letting loose like it did back when he fucked me the first time. I started whimpering against him. I pulled back and saw that his eyes were glazed over as well.

  Could it be? I couldn’t believe that I was seeing this side of Keller, and because of it, I was overwhelmed even more.

  “Stop crying, you’re worrying me,” he said.

  I wiped away the tears. “Sure, I’ll stop crying, once you stop. You won’t fuck me while I’m crying, will you?”

  “I wasn't crying. I was just teary eyed. And it doesn’t matter. I’ll fuck you no matter what.”

  “That’s true,” I said, and I wiped my tears away completely, managing a smile. “You’re a bastard like that.”

  “Dry those tears. I have something special planned for you tonight.”

  Something special? What could it be? My eyes darted to the open closet. This was technically my room, but I hardly stayed in it. I was usually sleeping, or being pounded, on Keller’s bed. In the closet, there was an intriguing black dress that would hug my curves while showing off plenty of cleavage.

  “You’re being milked tonight.”

  I clapped my hands and leapt into his arms. “Is that my dress?”

  “Yes, that’s your dress. You weren’t supposed to spot it so quickly.”

  “Sorry, you should know better tha
n to keep the closet door open like that. Of course I’m going to notice anything like that in the room.”

  I strolled over to it and grabbed the dress.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Get into it. I want to see you in it.”

  He was hawking me like a starved animal. It was kind of relevant, since he hadn’t milked me the past few days. I knew he would be hungry. My breasts were ready for him. They were getting swollen and full, and just looking at the dress brought a rumbling to them and a desire for his lips to touch my nipples.

  “Go on,” he said. He sat down on the bed, watching as I undressed in front of him.

  I was just out of the shower and dressed into something plain, a t-shirt and some shorts. It was going to be a lazy day. Now it was going to be wicked and wild. I was up for it. My breasts needed tending to anyway. I should’ve known Keller had something up his sleeve. He wouldn't leave my breasts alone unless he had a good reason.

  I shimmied out of my shorts. My ass poked out with only a small thong wedged between my cheeks. Keller let out a groan.

  Was he going to last until I got the dress on?

  We had to wait until the other guests arrived for my milking.

  I accidentally dropped the dress.

  “Oops.” I bent down to grab it, giving Keller a good view of my wet and needy sex peeking out from my thong.

  “Careful,” he told me.

  “Sorry,” I said. I knew he was really telling me to be careful about the teasing. I knew what would happen if I kept doing it.

  Could I wait for the milking? The tension boiled inside me, rising to the surface. I needed him on me. I needed him inside. I craved him every second he wasn’t in me.

  Giving him my back, I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. At first I worried that it might not fit, but once the dress got past my breasts I was good to go.

  Looking down, I was shocked to see my breasts looking more appetizing than ever. They were majorly full and pushing against the dress, threatening to pop out.