by Faye Parker
His finger entered me. The bliss rocketed through me, but I needed more. He stroked me slowly yet firmly, pressing against my tight walls, getting tighter as I sucked him in.
“Nice and tight, my lovely sub,” he groaned.
He pressed in deeper. Then he pulled out, and went in again, this time, gingerly rubbing against my sweet spot. I clawed at the cushion, trying to stay. I looked behind me, giving him a look that told him I needed him.
Knowing that desperate look, my Master pulled his finger out. Then he brought his cock head against my pussy lips. He ground against me, but didn’t dip his tip in. I needed him inside. He rubbed against my juiciness, getting himself slick.
“Master, please, I don’t know if I can take it.”
It figured. I could take the paddling and whipping, but I couldn’t take his cock.
“I can’t take it either,” he said, and then he grabbed me by the hips and pulled. I let loose on the cushion. Turning around, he laid me out on it. My Master lowered it with a remote, bringing the sex cushion down to a level even with his cock. I spread my legs, inviting him in. My breasts were still contained in that cow print bikini top. They looked enormous, and with my constant heavy breathing, made them jump and catch his eye.
He ripped my top free as he pressed his cock inside me. He filled me. If he hadn’t worked me over, I don’t know if could’ve fit him. He prepared me for that thick, long, dick.
“You feel so good.”
He groaned, more like a growl in his state, and then pushed his cock farther in. My sex expanded, trying its best to fit him. We were both slick. My pussy flowed with my juices, making it easier for him to enter half way. I cried out, reaching for him, wanting him even closer.
If I wrapped my arms around him, I thought I could take his cock all the way.
He fucked me slowly, letting me savor it like I desired. It also allowed him to stretch to my tits and lick them while he fucked me. Legs spread wide, and taking him until his balls smacked against my ass, I tried my best not to release, but it was proving difficult as the seconds passed.
“Please, Master, let me milk.”
“Not yet,” he said, and he pinned me down, fucking me and licking me faster.
He pulled back, then drove his cock in deep. Each thrust, he brushed against every groove in my pussy. I clenched and pulled him in.
“I can’t hold it,” I wailed.
Teasing me, he twisted my left nipple, still rocking my hips into him, crashing me into his strong cock. I twisted, trying to break free from the pressure on my nipple. The milk surged. I was at my breaking point. Did he expect me to control my milking in a situation like this?
He watched me struggling, getting off at me fighting over my need to come and milk. Knowing he controlled me, he gripped my hips tight, spreading my legs farther and opening me up, letting him swing his cock at the most orgasm inducing angle. He was playing with me, knowing that he could make me come hard whenever he wanted. The whole time he was holding back.
I was his. Completely his.
The next orgasm rolled over me. I tossed about, but he held me down, keeping his cock rushing against my trigger spot as I came. I was so terribly sensitive, and I could feel the milk pent up at my tits, rushing with my sweet, lovely juices.
“Milk. Give it to me."
The milk didn’t flow out of my tits, it shot out of my tits, showering my Master. The release was true ecstasy, like nothing I ever experienced. I was right to trust him. After coming, and lactating, I experienced bliss like never before.
My Master still had his cock inside me as he lapped up my milk. It rushed from my tits, running down my curvy form and making a mess. I knew he would lick every drop. He pulled out to suck on my tits, drinking it right from the source. He looked just as heavenly as I felt. His eyes closed as he chugged.
He climbed closer to me, his cock pressing against my thighs.
“Now I get to have yours, Master. Will you let me have your cum?”
I stroked his hard cock. It pulsated, his balls surged, and he looked like he was on the verge of coming from being inside me and then drinking my delicious milk.
The milk spilled from his lips. I still had more to give.
“Yes,” he said after swallowing a mouth full. He went right back to drinking that seemingly never ending supply.
It felt like one long orgasm. My body kept thrumming with his love. The only thing that would make the experience complete would be if I had his cum. I jerked him off faster, even taking some of my milk and lubing him up with it. After I did that, he leaned back, flexing and grunting, he hit his breaking point.
I covered his cock with my milk.
“Yes, Master, come for me,” I said. Then I got on my hands and knees and begged for it. I put my tongue up to his cock head.
I didn’t need to touch him to get him to burst. He came, spurting his hot cum onto my tongue. He unloaded, and I grasped his balls, giving them a massage to drain him completely. When his cum splashed my lips and got me messy, I sucked the rest out of him.
He pulled back. I wanted more.
My Master saw the last drops of milk leaking from my tits. He kissed my thighs, working his way up to my breasts, licking them dry, and then he gave me a long, passionate kiss.
“You’re even better than I imagined, and I imagined you to be the most lovely taste in the world.”
He brushed my pussy lips. I jolted from the touch. He brought my sticky, lovely honey up to his lips and swallowed. Then he kissed me again. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, letting his weight fall on me as we sank even deeper.
“I liked what you did to me, “ I said. My breathing returned to its steady pace.
“We’ll do a lot more of that. After having a taste of you, I think I’m addicted.”
“You call that a taste?” I asked him.
He smiled. “You can probably tell I enjoyed it?”
“I’m glad I could make you happy, Master.”
My Master brushed my hair back and then gave me another tender kiss. “You made me very happy.”
I curled my legs around him, bringing him closer.
His cock pressed against me, rubbing against my slit. He was still hard. Jeez, he wanted me again?
“I could have you again, but I think you deserve a rest. How about a swim instead?”
I smiled and clasped my hands in his. “That sounds just right. Let’s go.”
Naked, we ran to the pool, my Master holding my hand the entire way. Once there, we jumped in together.
We slept together that night. We spent the whole night talking, and not surprisingly, having sex again. My breasts produced enough where I could give him a late night treat. After we exhausted ourselves, and thinking we had better stop before we got hurt, we passed out next to one another.
It was nice that I wouldn’t have to sleep in that pen. I would get to sleep in his bed, which I knew wasn’t standard custom between owner and milking cow.
The next morning, he was gone. I could smell him cooking breakfast downstairs. It smelled like French toast and bacon. I figured the smell was what woke me. I walked over to the balcony, hearing rain, and when I pulled back the curtain my suspicions were confirmed.
It meant no outdoor activities. I was looking forward to getting out in the fresh air. All of the space was alluring. I’d never seen so much room to do whatever I wanted.
After eating a meal that left me stuffed, Master Riggs told me that I would not have any lessons today.
“Why not?”
“Healthy mind, healthy milk. You need to relax and enjoy things here. Not every day can be a day of extreme bondage.”
That was a bummer. I was kind of looking forward to it.
“I still get to sleep in your bed tonight?”
“Yes, yes you do. You’ll continue sleeping in my bed.”
I grinned at that. That meant that there was no way he would keep his hands off me. He would be too horny. If I wasn’t going t
o be trained, I would get my excitement during play hours.
“What am I doing today if I'm not being milked?”
“Some of the other girls are going out for the day. Why don’t you join them?”
“You mean, they’re not with their owners?”
“No, they’re not. Sometimes, Masters keep their cows at our farms. We have some Masters who live close by and come to visit their cows. There's a lot of friends you can meet here. So go wild. I imagine they’ll be going shopping.”
I couldn’t remember the last time I went shopping, but I desperately needed it, especially with my new breasts.
“Thank you, Master,” I said.
“For what?”
“For everything.”
He handed me the special concoction. “Don’t forget this.”
I swallowed it without hesitation. He liked that.
“Go have fun. We’re going to have more milking time in a couple days. There’s a contest coming up. All of the Masters are bringing their prized possession to compete. I know we’re going to win, but I want to see how far you’re willing to go.”
“I’ll go wherever, as long as you’re there with me,” I said. I leaned in and gave him a kiss. We had to break away and stop ourselves.
I waved to him, then I headed outside to meet my new friends and to enjoy my new life. I had a lot to look forward to. I might’ve been skeptical at first, and rightly so, but I was glad I continued my adventure.
I couldn’t believe it. I was officially someone’s milking sub. If you asked me a couple of weeks ago if it would be a good idea, I would’ve looked at you like you were crazy.
Who knew being a milking cow could be so fulfilling?
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Published by Faye Parker 2014
Copyright Faye Parker 2014
