by Faye Parker
I needed release.
I thought about Reed’s loving mouth over my tits. I thought about his cock plowing into me, thrusting me wide and calming me until that bliss rolled over. I needed satisfaction. I needed a good, hard, thorough fuck.
With all my rocking, I was sure I was making a creamy mess of my pussy. My juices already dripped from my pussy lips. I kept grinding, trying to push myself over the edge, but I remained there, like mini orgasms assaulting me. I twisted and groaned, but remained on the machine.
“Fuck me, please, Reed,” I moaned, low and deep from my gut. When did I ever call out a man’s name?
This man had a power over me like no one else had. I didn’t think a man could ever conquer me like Reed did.
I bit down on my bottom lip to shut me up. I unbuttoned the top button to my jean shorts and shoved my hand inside to my wet panties. My fingertip discovered my swollen, plump clit and I reeled back. A blinding pleasure seeped into me. My head rolled back. I arched my back but kept my fingertip on my clit, applying pressure slowly until I couldn’t keep my lips sealed.
Another long moan escaped. Another finger took its place on my clit. Using two fingers, I dipped them down, getting them lubed with my juices, and then I returned to my clit, pounding so hard that I could feel it in my chest. I swayed back and forth slowly, but that was enough.
It was too good. I was going to come.
After the first, I would want to come again, and again. My horniness couldn’t be quenched. Not like this. Touching myself felt too good. Every touch was amplified.
I squeezed my thighs tighter. I clamped down on my hand, but I still kept my fingers grooving. My pleasure burst over me, my pussy sucked in, wanting to take Reed desperately, but satisfied enough with my finger for now, I released, coming on the machine.
Shaking madly, I somehow remained on it. My eyes closed and I saw stars burst under my eyelids. That vibrating underneath me consumed me, seemed to infiltrate my body until my whole being thrummed.
I was thrown off, taken from that magical orgasm.
I didn’t understand what happened at first. Tumbling to the hay underneath, my hand was still stuck in my shorts. My thighs were still rumbling. My pussy quivered, taking control of my body. A tremendous shiver ran up and down my spine.
My fingers were still glistening. In my delirium, I thought about licking them up, but thought otherwise.
“You’re going to need more than that,” Reed said.
Horrified, I backed up. I bumped a stall. My hand rested over my jean shorts, over the button which I’d popped off.
“I just...fell,” I said. My cheeks were bright red. My hair was a mess. My eyes were hazy. My lip still quivered and so did my thighs. The orgasm hadn’t let me go quite yet.
It was clear what I was doing. Reed was no fool.
“You knocked yourself out with that heavy duty vibrator, that’s what you just did.”
Eyes wide, I shook my head in horror. No, I most certainly did not! ...Oh, come on, I had to give in. We were both adults. Reed might be more of one, but the point still stood. We knew what was happening. I was trying to get off.
The craving for more hit me again.
He held his hand out to me. I waited. I wasn’t sure what he had planned.
Was he angry?
All I knew was that I had no choice but to allow him to help. I put my small hand in his giant palm. He wrapped his fingers around me and slowly lifted me up.
Once I was on my feet, he pulled me to his chest and snatched me by my ass, lifting me up to his lips.
He drove my lips apart with a forceful kiss. He spread my lips and thrust his tongue inside. Ours tips flicked together, making me pant, making me try to crawl up his chest to get more. He swerved around my tongue, stoking those flames of passion inside me, and then left, leaving me stunned.
I wasn’t expecting a kiss. Maybe another spanking, but not a kiss.
“You need me,” he said, bluntly.
It was true.
I thought about shaking my head, just an act of resistance out of fear, nothing more, but I decided not to.
His hands grasped my waist. He pulled me against him. He was already hard, pulsating against me, putting the full length of that hard bar against my belly. I wanted to bend over and have him brand my ass with it. It could we were so hot.
“Trying to get off without me. We can’t have that. You see, this pussy is now mine. These breasts are now mine. You are all mine, and I am going to cherish you, savor you, and fuck you, until you know it well.”
“Reed, you’re intense,” I said, and let out a laugh, but I shut up once I saw how serious he was. He grasped me by the back of my neck to collar me, to keep me in place.
What was that feeling....that one I hadn’t ever felt before, could it be trust?
I trusted him to cherish me, to savor me, and to fuck me well.
“Yes,” I blurted out, right before he ravished me with another kiss. My hands frantically explored his body, running over his hard, wide chest. My fingers eventually crossed over his nipples, hard like mine, but not quite as sensitive. The moment I touched his nipples, mine caused me to jerk away.
He pulled my hips into him again. My soft body hit him and I could’ve melted, could’ve just splattered against that cowboy and slid down his hot chest like butter. His kissing trailed from my lips to my neck. I let out a tiny squeal. My knees buckled, but I remained standing.
His tongue grazed over my collar bone.
“Stand still for me.”
I thought I could handle the request. Wrong. Once his hands left my side, I instinctively tried to pull back. His hands reached for my breasts, and those being too sensitive, caused me to jerk again.
“You’re a wild ride to break, but I’ll break you. Stand still.”
“I’m sorry. I want to. It’s just...I’m too sensitive. My breasts, they’re making me jump. I can’t help it.”
He let a sly smile slip. My arousal stirred. Reed needed to hurry up.
“Your breasts look too damn hot. I tried to stay away from you. Tried to convince myself that I was taking advantage of your situation, but then I came out here, and I saw you getting off, and I couldn’t help myself. It seems you couldn’t, either.”
My breasts were huge. My tits were too tender for a bra. They tented against my tiny t-shirt. It left nothing to the imagination.
“Arms up and on your knees.”
Wow, okay. I could do that. I dropped to my knees. When I didn’t move my hands fast enough, Reed caught them and thrust them up forcefully. He was stern, but that was what I needed. He took off his thick belt and wrapped it around my wrists.
Binding me to the stall, I panted and peered up at him, that mighty cowboy with his thick cock towering over me.
“I thought you could help me out first,” Reed said, giving a nod to his throbbing, huge cock, pointed right at my lips.
I got the point.
Precum pearled at the tip of his penis. My tongue instinctively shot out. My lips spread wide and I wagged it for him to draw near.
Reed placed his cock head on my tongue. He slowly pushed inside of me, and I watched in anticipation as his muscles flexed and he threw his head back in pleasure of my warm, moist hole.
His salty, sweet flavor was on my tongue, and I was buzzing.
“Take more of my cock.”
I did so eagerly. He slowly grooved inside of me. I watched his balls surge, but I was unable to massage them with my hands bound. He used my mouth and my sex panged, wanting the same treatment. My breasts soon kicked up some trouble as well.
He used me, spreading my cheeks, but never going deep enough where I would gag. I could tell he wanted to. He was holding back. As long as he wouldn’t stop once he got to my pussy, we would be fine.
When he pulled away, I looked up at him, my eyes glazed over, my jaw hanging open, his taste dripping from my lips.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he remarked at that sight. I begg
ed to differ, but if he liked it, I wasn’t going to complain.
My eyes rested back on my tits, tenting my t-shirt. Something needed to be done with them.
Reed understood.
He unlatched the belt, and he helped me until I was standing. His hardness brushed against me again, giving me a deep, dark hunger. I was starved for that cock. Before I could complain, he tied me up against the nearby support beam. He made sure that the belt and my wrists were tied tight to the pole.
Arms up, my chest heaved, and my shirt slowly lifted over my stomach. I wished I could’ve rocked enough where it slipped over my tits, and they could hit the cool air, a relief, but the beam was solid.
Another surge hit my chest. I thrashed. Reed pinned me. He kissed my tender neck and I calmed.
“Something’s happening.”
“You’re about to milk. I intend to get to your tits before you do.”
He peeled the shirt from my flesh, shoving it over my head and resting it behind me. My breasts dropped out from my shirt in a delicious display of gravity. When they bounced, I saw his eyes go wide in appreciation.
They were tender, sore, and full. My nipples had even gotten darker and rounder.
“Holy fuck,” he said with a growl. I loved getting that response from the cowboy.
He cupped them and lifted them up. Keeping me pinned against his hardness, he traced circles around my tits. I screamed and panted. My back arched, thrusting them closer to his lips. His hands caressed underneath my enormous bust.
Massaging the milk out of me, my Master would get me to unleash a torrent onto his waiting tongue.
“Reed, I’m about to explode.”
The pressure inside me meant I was about to burst. My back heaved again, and I thought I would coil in on myself, bringing the whole structure down.
Drawing it in deep, he sucked away madly.
The pressure boiled over. The valves were released and my nipples squirted their frothy milk.
My eyes sealed shut, I couldn’t see anything, could only feel the ecstasy rushing through me as Reed chugged.
He tried to get even closer, tried to get my nipple deeper into his mouth. I kept releasing, pumping more of that delicious cream for my cowboy. I shuddered, pumped another three times in heavy waves, and then he pulled away, licking his lips.
“I—” he started, but then he saw my left nipple leaking, and he dove in for that, gorging himself on my breast.
I continued to deliver that deep satisfaction. That bliss consumed me so much that I began to lose focus. I began to lose sensation of what Reed was doing.
He pulled away. Normal feeling returned to me, but I was drained.
Reed had taken everything from me.
His grinned from ear to ear. I managed to smile, or else, it was already plastered on my face. When I tried to budge my legs, I couldn’t. It seemed I was reduced to jelly.
My eyes peered down and I noticed my thighs were still shaking.
“Incredible,” Reed said, still grinning. His cock looked ready to burst. Even though I was far gone, I wished that it would. I wished it would find its way inside me.
Instead, his smile faded. My eyes closed with it.
I heard clattering above me. His weight pressed on me. The next thing I knew, I was taken from the post and I was looking up from Reed’s caring arms.
“Hey, you all right, sugar? You’re totally wiped.”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding. Even that seemed like a struggle.
“I’d like to keep going, but I’m not that much of a bastard. Let’s get you inside where you can rest.”
I reached down and managed to tug on his cock. My pussy responded, panging, trying to suck him in, but there was nothing there. That was the only pain in me. I was high like I’d taken a hefty dose of Vicodin.
“Careful. You don’t want to keep tugging that. My cock might get the wrong idea. It’s best if you go inside now. We’ll get you cleaned up, and I’ll lay you down in bed.”
I believe I nodded, but I couldn’t be sure. Reed took me back inside anyway. Like promised, he gave me a bath, scrubbing me down in his large tub. He took me into bed after that, but didn’t leave me. I tried to convince him that I didn’t need to sleep, but exhaustion eventually took me.
I woke to a violent banging. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I expected a long, luxurious wake up time. It wouldn’t be the case.
The banging, which erupted from the front door, was met with a fast creak of the door swinging open. I figured that would be Reed meeting the angry visitor. I hoped they were ready, because they were going to be looking at a pissed off cowboy on the other side.
Wondering what it was about, I got up from the bed, surprised to see I was in a silk robe, and strolled over to the edge of the doorway.
“I’d like to see my daughter,” a familiar voice shouted.
I didn’t need to peer out. It was my stepfather. I hated that he called me his daughter. It simply wasn’t true. He only wanted me for his perverted fantasies, only needed me because it was a blow to his ego that I would attempt to leave his confinement.
“Slow down. You can’t come barging in here.”
I peeked out to see Reed blocking his way. My stepfather looked greasy this morning. I was sure that he’d just woken up from a long bender. He was wider than Reed, but Reed was like a brick wall, unflinching. His neck muscles tensed, like an angry bull ready to charge. I saw some hesitation in my stepfather, but he was too drunk to care.
“I can do whatever I want. You have my daughter. Now bring her to me, you fucking pervert.”
Reed barred his teeth. He snarled. I thought that would be the end of it.
“Now I don’t usually do this, but I’m going to have to make an exception for you.”
Reed whipped his hand around, snatching him by the back of the neck, and threw him against the corner of the door. His forehead smacked against it, and he stumbled back, but Reed pursued, shoving him out of the house.
I heard him tumble to the ground outside. Rushing to the door, I peered out and thought about yelling for Reed to stop.
But by the time I got there, hiding in the corner, Reed had delivered him two painful boots to his ribs, and my stepfather had scurried away. Gasping, and staggering back, he wasn’t so tough now.
“Next time you show up, there’ll be more than a boot waiting for you.”
He said nothing.
“You stop looking for that girl as well. I know who you are. If I find you going after any girl, I’ll chop your fucking nuts off and feed them to my pigs.”
I heard a door slam. Then I heard the roar of an engine.
My horrible stepfather was gone.
I darted away from the corner of the door. Reed walked back inside. He spotted me right away. He grimaced and leaned down to face me.
“I’m sorry,” he said grimly.
I rushed him. My arms wrapped around him.
“Thank you, Reed. Thank you.”
“You’re not upset?”
“Oh, hell no. This is the happiest day of my life.”
“He must’ve really been an evil bastard.”
“You did the right thing.”
I tried to keep my hold on him, but Reed was so wide, I was having trouble. Just pressing my cheek against his chest did wonders, though. He rubbed my back tenderly. Moving in circles, he brought a stirring to my breasts. My sensitivity kicked in, alarming me to that fact that I was beginning to build up milk again.
I would need another milking soon.
Had I repaid my debt, yet? How many milkings until Reed would let me go? I pulled away from him once I remembered that this wasn’t a permanent thing. I was only repaying him for a cow. I shouldn’t get too close.
“What’s wrong?” He knew me too well.
“Nothing.” I shrugged.
He raised an eyebrow. “Fine, if nothing is wrong, you don’t have to tell me later. You can tell me now.”
I changed the subject, askin
g him, “When’s breakfast?”
“You’re getting too used to my cooking.” So then, that was a bad thing? Want to kick me out already, cowboy?
“Didn’t know that was a problem,” I said. My mood turned sour quickly. I moved away from him and into the kitchen. My silk robe swayed across my curvy thighs. At least, the medicine helped accentuate my sexiest curves.
“It’s not,” he said, and then he threw open the fridge. “I’m going to keep you hooked, in fact.”
“So, a big breakfast?”
“A big breakfast. Then I need to work.”
I frowned for a moment, but then I thought about the breakfast. I couldn’t stay displeased for long.
The breakfast got us talking again, when I wasn’t stuffing my mouth full of food. He cleaned up as I went ravenous on the pancakes and bacon. Milking had taken a lot out of me, and my body seemed intent on refilling what it lost. Once I was done, Reed went outside to look after the horses, leaving me to my lonesome.
I decided to take another long bath.
Stripping out of my robe, it became very noticeable at that moment how much my breasts had grown. I dipped down into the tub and threw my legs over the sides. My breasts were full again, weighing me down, pressing me back against the tub. I let the warm water flow around my thighs.
Hopefully, it would stop my craving before it got out of hand.
My breasts needed Reed again. My nipples needed his loving lips around them. The next milking, I would be able to withstand it better. I would ride it out, so eventually, I could ride that cowboy. My breasts weren’t the only part of me that craved Reed.
Even in the water, my pussy was slick.
My fingers trailed over my sensitive skin. Goosebumps rose over my flesh as I thought about Reed’s tongue curving up from my pussy, all the way to my nipples. He would empty those tits of mine, then fuck me, filling me with his cream.
I snapped out of it. I heard Reed barge into the house.
“I’m headed to the store. Need to pick up a few things. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
