by Skye Darrel
“It’s temporary,” he says, walking in.
“How temporary?”
“Brochure says a month following the last injection.”
I groan, bending over the sink, heat flushing my breasts. A droplet of milk oozes out of my right nipple. In the mirror, Daddy’s cock juts up rock hard.
“We need to milk you.”
Anything to get rid of the throbbing in my breasts. I follow Daddy to the milking machine.
“Bend over, Princess. Rest your chin here.”
Moaning, I bend forward. Daddy eases me into the straps and buckles. A saddle holds me at the hips. Support bars steady my shoulders and waist. My breasts hang heavily between the bars. I don’t know if it’s the position or the injection or the way Daddy stares, but my throbbing pussy leaks freely. I can feel the warm strands that slick down my thigh.
Daddy moves my feet apart and straps them into the machine. I’m spread wide with ass titled up. More straps close around my waist and elbow. Wrists. I can’t move.
Daddy walks to my front and rubs some wet cotton balls over my nipples. He keeps reading that damn brochure every few seconds. All the while his massive cock stays hard.
“How long is this going to take?” I ask. The pressure in my breasts grows with every passing second.
“Not long, baby girl. Not long.” Daddy attaches the suction cups to my nipples, careful to secure them tightly. “All set.”
I moan loudly. The bite of the cups alone is driving me crazy. When Daddy turns on the machine I scream. The suction tugs at my tits making me squirt in thick streams that shoot up the clear tubes into the collection bag hanging above me.
I’m stunned.
Here I am, an eighteen-year-old teen girl lactating like a mother while my daddy’s hard cock juts inches from my mouth. The machine makes a slurping noise as it sucks the milk from me, and soon the bag starts to bulge.
Pleasure blazes in my body. My mouth hangs open dripping saliva. That manager was right. The hormones, the machine, the humiliating position—it all melds together into something so wrong and incredibly hot.
Daddy must think the same by the way he ogles my jerking breasts and the shaking tubes as my milk shoots through in bursts.
After a few minutes, I start to dry up.
“Okay, baby. Time to bull you.”
“What?”
Daddy moves behind me and his hands fall on my hips. He rubs his cock under my drenched pussy slathering himself in my juices. I feel his tip slide higher to my asshole, and he presses into my puckered skin.
A moan leaves my mouth.
Daddy slams into my ass deep and hard. My anus flares, the sudden entry trailing fire in my walls, and the force of his cock shocks me to the core. My restraints hold firmly as Daddy pounds me, sliding in and out, the wet friction of his meat tugging on the membranes of my channel. My asshole quivers around his thick shaft.
But my milk still thins out, only a trickle now leaving through the tubes.
“Daddy it’s not working,” I breathe.
“Brochure says I should be fucking your cunt.”
My pussy clenches. “Then do it.”
“I’m not doing that, baby girl. I told you before. I’m not taking your virginity.”
I want to feel that hot burst of pleasure in my tits again. Anything for that sensation of rupture and release. “Dad! Just do it! I don’t care if it’s wrong. I mean look at us! You’re fucking me in the ass while a machine milks my tits. We’re already wrong.”
Daddy growls. I can imagine him back there, struggling as he glares at my pussy, wavering, yearning, wanting to tear into me but afraid to break the last taboo.
“All right little girl, you asked for it. I’m taking it.”
His cock nestles into my folds. With one push, Daddy shoves into my tight pussy and his balls slap my clit. He sinks in to the base as he grabs my ass cheeks. I feel no pain, so trapped in rapture, and buck back as much as my binds allow. I’m completely at Daddy’s mercy, my whole body opened to his lust.
He thrusts in and out, his cock squelching in my wet heat. The walls of my cunt grip him as I spasm. He hits my clit with every thrust, driving deeper with every thrust. Heat ripples through me. The room fills with the sound his hips slapping against my ass, and the slurping suction of my breasts, once again flowing with thick milk. My breasts bounce from the impacts of his cock.
It feels so good, so right.
Daddy’s cock spasms inside me just as I’m clenching in the throes of orgasm. I feel his release, the hot explosion that splatters my walls.
“That’s a good little girl,” Daddy grunts.
I open my eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
A harsh slap lands on my ass. “Or should I say little cow?”
“I’m not a cow, Daddy.” My voice is strangled. The orgasm really took it out of me. “Let me off this thing.”
I feel a kiss on my ass and his fingers on my soaked pussy. The fact that Daddy took my virginity while I was tied to a milking machine sinks in. He unbuckles my ankles and releases the straps around my waist and arms.
I glance at the collection bag on the nearby stand. I’m surprised. It’s only half full. I swear it felt like a gallon left my breasts. They feel softer now, and the pressure is gone. They seem smaller too, but at least two sizes bigger than my modest normal. I still feel swollen in my thighs and ass, and my holes are throbbing.
Daddy wipes the hair out of my eyes. “You’re glowing, baby girl.”
“You really put it in me,” I gasp.
“Fucking your ass wasn’t working,” he says, stroking my hair. “You were getting off but your tits didn’t seem to be releasing more milk. Brochure says it has to be the pussy. The bigger the cock the better.”
I stare at him, amazed how relaxed Daddy feels about the whole thing. His body is wound up, I can tell—even his cock still hangs half-hard—but he smiles pleasantly. At home he can be stuffy, always saying how wrong it is for us to make love, that I’m his little girl, even if he’s got his tongue buried in my pussy, but out here, Daddy smiles more. And he fucks harder.
He gives my ass a sharp slap making me yelp.
“Hey!”
“I couldn’t resist,” he says. “You oughta see how round they look.”
“Well—control yourself, Daddy.”
He smiles wickedly and walks to the stand with the half-bag of milk. Daddy unplugs the tubes then pours himself a glass. I watch, my face burning, as he downs the whole glass in one slow gulp. His cock rises bigger and bigger as he drinks. By the time he puts down the glass Daddy’s raging hard again.
I step back, my breasts swaying, as he stalks toward me.
Daddy pushes me on all fours right next to the milking machine. He squats around my ass and jerks my head up with a handful of hair. He shoves his cock into my asshole, spearing me, and he slams in and out. His balls slap against my convulsing pussy and each thrust sends a surge of heat through my body.
I whimper and cry, shaking and clawing at the carpet, my breasts flailing to the violence of Daddy’s animal lust, and my anus quivers from the brutal pace.
With his cock plunged balls deep, Daddy strokes the peak of my clit, teasing the raw, aching nerves as he grinds his cock in my clenching anal muscles.
I cum screaming and bucking, bending into a deep arch and thrusting back on Daddy’s cock and hand. He shoots his seed in hot spurts in my clenching rear hole.
“Oh baby girl,” he gasps. “I don’t know what came over me. I just had to.”
Daddy carries me to the bed and sets me down. For a while he nurses my throbbing pussy and raw asshole with gentle turns of his tongue. Daddy doesn’t rest until I cum again, a wrenching orgasm that leaves me drained.
He pats my pussy. “Let’s get some food, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I’m starving.
When we dress, I find my bras don’t fit anymore. Even the hoodie I wore yesterday is snug at the chest. I blus
h as Daddy ogles me. There’s a knock at the door. Housekeeping. The maids seem to find nothing wrong and don’t even blink as they clean off the suction cups on the milking machine. Each maid has huge breasts and wears a cowbell around her neck.
“What the hell,” I mutter.
“Resort au Lait,” Daddy says. “Good find, baby girl. Good find.”
I roll my eyes. But when the women are joined by two male housekeepers, stacked with muscles and smoking hot, I nod in agreement.
Daddy takes me out. “Brochure says the staff are encouraged to work as hucows and bulls.”
“So they have sex?”
“Probably.”
I shoot Daddy a look. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Baby girl, your little pussy is all I’m thinking about. I love you, Princess.”
“Better.”
On our way to breakfast, we meet lots of other couples walking past holding hands. The men all have a shine to them. Robust and vigorous. The women have plump, full breasts. Everyone we see is older than me. I lower my gaze, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’m like the youngest girl in the whole building!”
Daddy squeezes my hand. “Probably. You were definitely the only virgin.”
“Proud of yourself are you?”
“Proud of you, baby girl. You took my cock like a champ.”
I blush. “Daddy stop it! People can hear.”
He puts his hand on my rear. “I very much doubt they care. They are too busy fucking each other and getting that sweet milk.”
I squirm out of his grasp and giggle, racing Daddy to the dining lounge. One thing is true. I feel like we’re a real couple here.
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Mr. Gallio meets us in the lounge for breakfast. One look, and he can tell we’ve had “the experience,” as he calls it.
“Don’t be afraid to drink the milk, miss,” he says to me. “That is cow’s milk. Not hucow.”
I glance at the tall glass before me. “Thanks but I’ll stick with orange juice for now.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“It was different,” I say and glance at Daddy. “My—uh—bull certainly enjoyed it.”
Daddy chuckles. “It was different all right. ”
“Just remember,” Mr. Gallio says, “wait at least three days between injections. Since you’re only here for two weeks, I would recommend that she take no more than two shots.” He looks at me sideways. “The hormones boost fertility significantly. There are condoms in your suite if you wish.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Daddy says firmly. Under the table, his hand falls on my thigh. “My princess can handle it.”
“Princess?”
“A pet name,” Daddy says.
Mr. Gallio smiles at me as my heart beats in thuds. He offers some last advice about milk collection, reminding us that the Resort is always willing to purchase my milk at a premium price. Frowning, Daddy says he’s enjoying the taste far too much. The manager takes the hint and leaves.
Daddy’s hand tightens over my thigh.
My pussy clenches.
“Let’s go back,” he whispers, his voice strained. “My cock is hurting. I need that sweet cunt.”
A tiny moan escapes me. My breasts feel swollen again.
When we get back to our suite, Daddy slams the door shut. He pins me against the wall and holds my hands overhead. Rough kisses fall on my throat as he tears my clothes off. He grabs my breasts and squeezes until a droplet seeps out. He licks it up, then slips a hand under my panties to squeeze my pussy mound.
“I want to breed this,” he growls. “Fill you with my cum. Make you mine forever. Protect you. Keep you safe. Keep you. I want this hot cunt wrapped around my cock while you’re milked.” He humps his cock on my thigh. “I want all your holes stretched and used for pleasure. I want to fuck a baby into you, Princess. You’ll be my little slut forever.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur. More droplets leak down my nipples.
“Come on, let’s get you hooked up proper.”
My pussy is drenched as Daddy bends me into the machine. Legs spread. Ankles and wrists shackled tightly. I’m strapped in, my holes exposed, my breasts hanging. I shudder when I feel the suction cups attach to my swollen nipples.
Daddy turns on the machine and I moan as my breasts are tugged again by the forceful sucks, and my milk squirts out into the plastic tubes to puddle in the bag hanging overhead.
Daddy rubs down my body, kissing me everywhere. He brushes my long hair over one shoulder and nibbles my neck.
“Good girl. Let’s see how much you can make today.”
I’m already swimming in heat, too aroused to answer.
Daddy moves behind me, tracing his fingers over my slit and the rim of my asshole. I feel his cock on my anus. He pushes into my ass to the very base of his shaft. I moan softly as he thrusts, his hips clapping against my buttocks, quivering my flesh. When my milk begins to dry, Daddy switches to my pussy and forces his cock deep.
Heat flushes through me as Daddy’s cock squelches in my drenched pussy. The milk shoots out of my tits in bursts, slurping up the tubes into the collection bag. The suction cups pump my breasts in rhythm to Daddy’s hard thrusts. The room fills with wet noises, slurps, the sloppy squishing of Daddy’s big cock in my sopping hole.
“Ohhh Daddy! It’s too much! I’m cumming!”
“Hang tight, baby girl. High on tight.”
He plunges deep, his sac resting on my clit. My walls pulse around him. Daddy bends down, grabbing my breasts and humps into me until the machine starts to wobble.
I scream as my body tenses then springs loose, and I gush on Daddy’s thick cock, shaking so hard the breast pumps fall off, splattering milk all over the floor.
Daddy thrusts a few more times until he releases, pumping his own hot fluid deep in my pussy.
“Fuck! You naughty little girl.” He smacks my ass. “God I love you, baby. This pussy is all mine. All fucking mine.”
I groan, my breasts aching, my holes throbbing. My orgasm subsides slowly.
Daddy reattaches the suction cups on my nipples. He kisses my hair. “Fill out the bag, baby girl. You can do it.”
I’m burned out like a wildfire but hot for more. I crave to be stuffed with Daddy’s big cock as the machine pumps my still swollen breasts, but when he turns on the suction again, only a trickle shoots through the tubes.
“Give me another shot, Daddy.”
He kneels in front of me. We’re eye to eye. Fastened in my restraints, I can’t turn my head more than a few inches. It’s enough to see Daddy’s cock glistening with my juices. He hardens as he stares into my eye.
“You’re so beautiful, Princess.”
“Give me another shot! The syringe.”
Daddy growls and strokes himself. “You sure?”
“Yes.” My face burns. “I can fill out two bags.” I shut my eyes for a second, savoring the tingling in my pussy. “Let me cum again.”
Daddy goes to the fridge and comes back. I feel him rubbing against my ass. A sharp slap jiggles my cheeks. Then a sudden pinch in my right buttock. The injector. A wave of heat sweeps through me and my pussy buzzes, my nipples stiffen. Daddy makes me drink a glass of water, and by the time I’m done the milk is flowing out of my breasts in thick streams.
His cock is rock hard.
Daddy stands behind me, and with his hands firmly on my hips, slams into my pussy and fucks me until I’m screaming, cumming again and again. I’m hovering in a daze of nonstop orgasms, coated with sweat. The machine pumps. His cock thrusts. Daddy cums twice in my pussy before he calls the front desk.
I moan, wanting to be filled again.
Then the door opens and two housekeepers wheel a dildo machine into the suite. The men are expressionless as they set it up behind me and leave. When Daddy turns it on, I feel a sudden jolt as the toy slides into my pussy, fucking me steadily, never going soft.
The milking machine hums away at the same time y
anking on my tits.
Daddy walks in front of me. Rivulets of sweat run down his abs. He tips my chin up. “Use your mouth, Princess.”
I obey, pinned as my body is penetrated and pulled, and the third collection bag fills with breast milk. When Daddy shoots his load down my throat, the bag bulges white. An orgasm tears through me.
“Good girl,” he growls and kisses me. “Had enough?”
I nod. More than enough.
When I wake up the next morning, wet and aching for cock, I wobble into the bathroom and see my swollen breasts, obscenely huge.
“Plump and juicy,” Daddy says. He’s sipping a glass of my milk. “I don’t know what tastes better. This or your wet pussy.” His hard cock juts between my thighs. “But we don’t have to choose, do we?”
“No, Daddy. You can have everything.” I stroke his hard cock. “As long as I get this.”
“Bad little girl.”
“Hook me up,” I say.
The rest of our stay at Resort au Lait passes in a daze of orgasms, each more intense than the last. After our first week, Daddy gives me another injection of hormones, along with some pills. He insists it’s the last treatment. My breasts are at their limit, he says. What does he know?
When we finally check out, I’ve filled out nine bags of milk, and Daddy drank them all. We hold hands as we carry our bags to the parking lot.
“Wanna come back next year?” Daddy asks.
I touch my belly. “I think we’ll be too busy next year with other stuff, Daddy.”
“You’re right, baby girl. But every couple needs some excitement now and then.”
I push him and giggle. “You’ve had plenty, Daddy.”
The End
Also by Skye Darrel
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