by Faye Parker
He kissed her. She wasn't prepared. His tongue slipped past her barred lips, and broke them open, never to be sealed so tightly again. She rolled with his tongue, playing with him, picking up speed until they were no longer playing, they were fighting, twisting against each other and trying to pin the other down.
She clawed at his chest, leaving a trail of pink down his chiseled pecs. His hands squeezed her hips and curved up her hour glass shape. They broke apart. He thought that the kiss would be enough. While it did stun her, it hadn't trapped her completely.
"Why?”
"I want to fuck you, ravage you, claim you. I want all of you." God, this man was possessive! "And I want to come inside you, as many times as I damned well pleased. We don't even have to work, we can live on what I've saved up, move somewhere with the kid."
Kid? Who said anything about a kid?
He pressed the long bar of his warm cock against her. He tempted her with it. She rubbed against him, letting his tip press against her belly button. She wanted it slipped inside her, parting her tight channel, claiming her.
The cynical side to her broke, like a cloud that had covered her for years had been suddenly lifted.
"There's no way I'm retiring," she said, the words losing their meaning, just a script she had rehearsed being spoken by memory. She knew how to turn a man down. She had done it plenty times before.
"If I fuck you, and get you pregnant, you won't have a choice but to stop."
He pressed himself on her. She held onto him as he bit her lip, stirring that passion in her again.
"I can't," she muttered, but every part of her said, "Take him.”
"You want me to fuck you, and come inside you, don’t you?"
Yes, she did. She desperately wanted that. She couldn’t explain how every cell in her being seemed to require it at the moment.
“You need me inside you.”
She surrendered. “Just do it already.”
It was no use fighting him. He’d already won her over. She knew if he left, she would just fuck him later. Why wait?
She curled against him, using his hips to plant her firmly so she couldn't shake free. His stiff cock throbbed against her belly. His tongue danced across her neck to that creamy prize.
Freed of restraint, she reached for his cock and gave it a tug. He stripped completely and kicked his pants behind him. Skin on skin, every touch was electrifying.
His finger took her tight, warm snatch at once. Her cunt hugged him and tried to pull him deeper. She was too tight, and he needed to rub slowly over her trigger to get her to open up, no matter how much her mind wanted it, that tight pussy needed to be broken in.
As Caleb's finger stroked her, he swallowed her right tit, sucking it deep past his lips. His tongue thrust as he sucked. His flicking tongue and his finger thrusting inside her moved to a lustful, frantic beat, desperate to have her claimed.
Her breasts and her pussy bursting with pleasure, she didn't have the strength to keep herself standing. When she almost dipped to the floor, he caught her by her plump ass.
"We’re going to the couch."
He swung her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around him, but by the time she steadied herself, she was dropped back down onto the couch.
He dropped his weight on top of her. His tongue flashed over her nipples. Caleb’s finger rushed against her sweet spot. She arched her back and let out a long howl.
"Fuck me, fuck me just like that," she cried out. She wasn't going to last. "Oh, you're going to make me come."
"Go ahead, come for me. There’ll be more.”
She came hard. Her juicy pussy clamped down on his finger, still trying to rub her as she came. He pulled it out, a sheen of her juices on it. He took a lick and then put it to her lips. She sucked greedily on her own cream for him. She would do anything for Caleb now.
He positioned his thick tip to take her. She wrapped her legs around him again. Pulling him in, he didn't need any other encouragement. He drove himself inside. All the way in. She tried to scream but the breath was sucked from her lungs.
She melted into the couch. They were blazing, growing even warmer. She felt like a dripping, hot mess against his chest. He plowed into her, crashing into her with those powerful hips, hitting her at a delicious angle, each time his tip sweeping over that orgasmic spot.
He watched her ecstasy as each swing of his cock brought her closer to another orgasm. He put two fingers to her lubed up clit. Rocking his fingers in motion with his thrusts, he called out another orgasm from Kit.
The force of her orgasm shoved him out. Kit, mind lost somewhere in that orgasmic haze, rolled away and bunched up in the corner of the couch. Caleb gave her a moment to recover, but then pulled her back.
"Get on top of me.”
Caleb slid her onto his lap. His cock thrust inside her again. Standing tall, it filled her, pushing at her sides, grinding against her grooves. She almost forgot his request as gluttony took over.
Riding him, bouncing on his lap, she drove that cock deep inside her. She milked him with her cunt and squeezed her hips. She would make sure that he filled her with his cream.
"Your milk. Pinch your tits and give it to me.”
As she rode, Kit pinched her tits. She buckled. Her swaying was erratic as she tried to pump the milk out.
“Suck every last drop from me.”
Caleb took over. He used her pussy, pounding her as he made her jump on his lap. Whenever she hopped up, he drove his legs up, swinging all of himself inside.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to milk. Open your lips. Please, here it comes.”
“Give it all to me,” he growled.
Kit released. She spurted a long stream onto his lips. He caught it, and opening up, swallowed her delicious cream. It was so delicious that he missed the next round. It came spurting onto his chest.
Still ravaging her, he thrust her closer to his lips and sucked. Her swollen, heavy tits poured down his throat. He chugged away. He was so satisfied, he could've stopped, but there was an overwhelming rush as he neared his orgasm, and he wasn’t going to stop.
She pulled her breasts away.
“I’m filling that tight pussy. Spread wide for me.”
Pumping into her, Caleb released deep inside Kit. She slapped her hands against his chest, and then held on, riding out that long, satisfying stuffing. He kept draining and throbbing inside her until he was completely drained, her pussy overflowing with his seed.
She dropped down onto his chest. He pulled her close, as close as she could get.
"What a rush," she groaned.
He pulled her away for a moment. Caleb wanted to see her. She looked overjoyed. He was glad she wasn't scared. They were moving fast, but Kit was used to adventure.
"Best job yet?" Caleb asked, grinning broadly.
"Yes, oh, yes. I think we're going to make a great team.” She dropped her cheek to his chest, where they remained close, closer than Kit had been with anyone ever before.
The score made it into the right hands. Kit, for once, was happy to see it slip by. She had an even bigger treasure. It might be sappy and sweet, but it was Caleb. They were paid handsomely, and with a little coaching from Kit, Caleb came up with a better story about how he fought off space pirates, which earned him a nice bonus.
With the bonus, and with Kit's earnings over her career, they settled on planet Alta Volantis, one of the top places in the galaxy to spend a honeymoon, but Kit and Caleb decided to stay for good. They enjoyed the tropical atmosphere, the lush, green jungles, and the crystal clear ocean that covered most of the planet.
They settled into a home that overlooked a circle of waterfalls, the water in the middle churning into a whirlpool. It was costly, but worth it. If necessary, she could go on another job, but she didn't think that would be happening anytime soon. At least, not with Caleb around.
Even if she wasn't impregnated by Caleb, Kit couldn't go anywhere. Her milking never stopped. It seemed to be a side effect
that would last for the rest of her life. Try as she might, she couldn't milk as well as she could with Caleb's loving touch.
He retired early, but it wasn't a boring retirement. There was enough adventure fucking and milking Kit. Eventually, with the way they were going at it, they knew they would have a handful of kids to look after.
Kit would never admit that she had retired. She liked thinking that milking for Caleb was her new vocation.
It might not put her in so much danger as stealing, but it was still exciting. Every touch, every sway of his tongue, every thrust inside her, felt just as sensitive as the first.
She promised to give Caleb a taste every day. She would continue to spray those delicious, frothy jets of cream onto his tongue. Even days when she thought he would grow tired of it, he never did, instead he arrived at her nipples eagerly, waiting for her to spurt onto his tongue.
Caleb never grew tired of her. He only grew hungrier.
And she would keep giving.
She would be his. No problem.
The Billionaire’s Milking Cow (HuCow Milking Cows 1)
Five minutes until First Pick, I waited, standing tall, trying not to compare myself to the other milking cows, but it was hard to do, they were my competition, and they were beautiful.
I never knew what I wanted to do in life, until I picked up a news article about milking farms, and I knew at once. I wanted to be a milking cow, but not just any milking cow, one of Master Keller’s, the finest owner a cow could have.
No one understood back then. Years ago, milking farms weren’t as popular as they were now; a phenomenon, milking businesses sprouting up all around the country. None of it would be possible without the milk shortage. In a way, I owed the virus, making animals unable to produce, except for humans, leaving us to create all the milk we consumed. None of this, especially Master Keller’s wealth, would be possible without the fervor created by the shortage.
Tense, I waited, the moment I’d been waiting years for about to happen, the moment of my first milking. We were all congregated at the bottom of a large stone staircase, milk fountains rolling down the sides of it, disappearing into the marble floor. I doubted it was real milk, only colored water. Real milk was far too rare and expensive.
I wondered if the other girls were as nervous as me. We were cream of the crop, chosen by Master Keller for First Pick, so not everyone was there, and the ones that were there, were jaw dropping beautiful, busty women with huge tits ready for milking.
Competition was fierce. We were all dressed in the same outfit - a black and white spotted dress, hugging our curves and exposing our cleavage, high heels, and cow ears. To my left, there was Sadie Payne, recent Milking Monthly cover girl - short, blond hair, with an elegant hourglass shape, enormous bust, and pin up figure.
To my right, situated at the front of the staircase, already adding to her unfair advantage, was Grace England, action star turned milking cow. She was the standing Queen Cow, chosen by Master Keller as the best cow in his stable. All the men flocked to her, wanting to be with the one, Grace England, who they had seen in countless movies on the big screen. She wore a crown on top of her cow ears to display her status.
Chances that I would make a wave in this group were low, but I couldn’t help my excitement either way. I always loved sharing. The idea of giving my milk to a man excited me. Getting dressed all glamorous was another plus. It wasn’t simply the excitement of sharing that got me all riled up, but the sexual aspect as well. There was a deeper, more erotic side to it, that was for sure.
That’s what really sparked my interest. I always thought being treated like a milking goddess, drained and owned by horny men would be the hottest thing anyone could do. I couldn’t believe it was legal, never mind that it was seen as a respectable occupation. I would actually be praised for indulging in my most wicked fantasies. Society had come a long way. It needed to. People really couldn’t live without milk.
And plus, it would get me closer to Master Keller. I always had a crush on him.
It all seemed like a silly dream, but I was chosen for an interview. I don’t know why I was so hard on myself. Probably because if I wasn’t chosen I didn’t want to be too disappointed. The truth was, I was the perfect fit to be a milking cow. I had wide, fertile hips, with luscious curves, and creamy white skin. Red hair down to my shoulders stood in contrast, drawing more attention. Then there was my breasts, huge even before the serum they gave us to produce more milk. Now my breasts were massive, bigger than I ever thought possible. They needed to be to carry all of that milk.
When I met Master Keller at my interview, he lived up to all my fantasizing. Confident, strong, sexy, rich - a rebel. Over the years, I feared that the stories I read about him weren’t true. But our interview proved that he was everything and more. The other interviewers claimed that I didn’t have what it took to be a milking cow, that I was too timid, but he stood up for me, claiming that I had the passion and the beauty to make it. I still couldn’t believe I heard him correctly.
Just as I was thinking about him, he appeared at the top of the stairs, causing everyone to turn and stare.
“Welcome lovely cows to First Pick. You all look gorgeous. I hope you’re ready to share your delicious milk with our excited guests.”
Guests, that was funny. The truth was, to be First Pick, you had to pay a lot of money. The person who paid the most would be granted first choice of their milking cow. None of the girls ever knew who it would be, but chances were it was billionaire and milk addict, Cyril Frost.
Keller walked down the long staircase, no one moving their sights from him. He wore a fine black suit with a silver and black striped tie. His short, black hair was stunning as always. He might not have the face of a male model, but he was handsome and rugged, with sharp features and cool, vicious blue eyes.
“Are we all prepared?” he asked, stopping at the bottom of the stairs, looking over his crowd of cows.
“Yes,” all around, with some, “Yes, Master Keller’s.” I was one of them who simply said yes, wishing I added Master. He smirked in the direction of the loudest girl who had called Master.
“Then let’s open the doors and bring in our first guest,” he said, taking his stand next to the great metal doors, something that should’ve been in a castle. It took four workers to pull back the heavy metal. Orchestrated music blared from the rafters, the echo reverberating through me, as if I wasn’t pumped enough.
The doors swung wide to reveal a figure, flanked by a crew of workers, stepping into the light. As soon as he stepped inside, the girls all lit up, especially Grace, who bobbed in place, clapping her hands. It was Cyril, and Cyril always picked Grace.
“Welcome, Cyril. Cows, please give a warm welcome to our first guest, Cyril Frost.”
I was watching Grace so much that I forgot to smile. I gave him a startled, yet I hoped, satisfactory smile. Then from around me came a loud, unified...
MoOoOo
Why hadn’t anyone filled me in on our moo call? I stood there looking like an idiot. Cyril chuckled to himself and strode toward us, eager to pick. Keller noticed, following close behind him, exhilarated to have a guest. He was a fabulous host. Keller took the job seriously.
Even though Grace was the Queen, she would be stupid to talk at the picking. We waited patiently, doing our best to entice Cyril. He wore a beige suit, matching his auburn mane and his scruffy chin. Despite being a fancy billionaire, he had the same ruggedness as Keller, the same hard working, serious attitude that made me question if they were friends.
“Grace,” he said, falling in line with her, taking her hand and kissing it.
I assumed it was all over.
Grace must’ve assumed as well. I looked to all the girls, their smiles fading as soon as Cyril looked away.
She didn’t even need to say anything. She would be punished by Master Keller if she did, but it wasn’t necessary. It was true. Cyril was addicted her milk, and her milk only.
; But then came a boisterous yell from Keller, who took a leaping step from the staircase and grabbed Cyril by the shoulder, saying,
“We have a new girl in our midst tonight.”
Cyril’s eyes didn’t budge from Grace. But then Keller swung him around, facing him - in my direction. I couldn’t believe it. Why would he do such a thing? I stood at attention, giving Cyril, and Keller, my warmest smile, in my mind repeating, don’t fuck this up.
His eyes wavered. His eyebrows rose in curiosity. Then his eyes fell upon my curves. He explored me, liking what he saw on the way down.
“You’ve outdone yourself this time, Keller.”
“We just keep getting better,” he said, pulling him toward me, but Cyril was sucked in, already on course.
“Isn’t she beautiful? And she’s never been milked before. So innocent, so fresh, so ripe for the plucking. If you don’t pick her today, I think I might have to,” he said, his eyes catching like wildfire, and for a moment, I was enraptured by Keller instead of Cyril.
My fantasies ran wild. If I could be Keller’s, my life would be complete. I didn’t believe in fate, but that would be the closest thing to it.
“What’s your name?”
Cyril gazed over me in wonderment. I bit my lip, liking what I saw. He was clean, well put together, and manly, his scent coming toward me, reminding me of a late night campfire while sipping on some whiskey.
“Olivia.”
“Olivia, what a sexy name.” He turned to Keller. Then gave him a pat on the back.
“Sorry, Keller, I’ve got first pick, and I’m picking Olivia.”
“Good choice,” he said, scowling, and then nodded to me.
I held out my hand, Cyril took it, and then I was lead away to our private milking chambers.
My first milking.
Cyril, my new Master, took me by the reigns, a leather collar tied to my neck, and hitched me up on a post in the corner. Our private milking chamber was build like a luxury barn, with all the amenities a regular farmer would have, plus the comfort of a five star suite.