by Faye Parker
He led me past the white leather couches across both walls and to the post. Once you got past the suite area, with its bed and bar, there was a gate that led into the milking area, littered with various equipment like a stockade, ropes and chains, paddles, whips, tubes, and jugs for milking.
Held to the post, I still smiled, my hands clasped together, watching Cyril obediently, yet with some trepidation, knowing I would soon be drained.
“Why did you pick me over Grace?”
Cyril threw his jacket off. He approached, running his fingers over my smooth skin, running higher, swaying closer to the edges of my breast, but not daring to touch there yet. He would make me wait, savor me.
“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be your first. I know you’re going to taste delicious, my sweet little cow.”
He kissed my neck, something I wasn’t ready for, and I clutched him as well, forcefully gripping his sides as his tongue ran across my tenderness. I moaned, rocking my neck back, letting him swerve up to my lips. He bit my lower lip, pulling it, then letting it go, letting me fall back into his waiting arms.
“I can’t wait to have the first taste,” he said, and I knew he was telling the truth, his hard cock pressing against me, shoving my thighs apart.
Cyril was hot, his tongue claiming me and he hadn’t even kissed my lips yet. I took another inhale of his intoxicating scent, letting myself relax, melting in his arms as he kissed my collarbone, giving him ample view of my cleavage, pressing closer to his mouth.
“My milk is all for you, Master. I’ve been waiting for this day for years, the day I finally get to share my milk.”
He groaned, rubbing against me, putting that hot cock against my sex. His hands got friskier, unable to contain himself, he grasped my breasts, rubbing those two huge globes, pressing them together while groaning madly.
“I wanted to take my time with you, but I’m too fucking turned on. Time to get you out of that outfit, cow.”
The powerful billionaire reached for my straps. He threw them off.
“This comes off. Now,” he commanded, and I shimmied, letting him see my curves push away the fabric, exposing my bra and panties to him.
Like my dress, they were spotted black and white, but sheer, so he could see my rosy nipples underneath and my dripping wet sex.
“Gorgeous. I can’t wait to suck those tits.”
He unstrapped my bra. He held it to me, then dropped it, taking a step back to take in the full view of my naked breasts.
“My God. If I went blind right now, I wouldn’t care. I don’t have to see anything else after this.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, standing in my full glory for him. “Would you like the panties to come off too?”
Please say yes. I wanted that hard cock to rub against me there. I had an impossible to fight desire between my thighs. Whenever I rubbed them together, the tension was unbelievable. I wanted to throw myself on all fours and let him inside. It was awhile since I had sex, a year, and this was the culmination of years of naughty fantasizing. Of course I would be aching for it.
“Yes,” he said, but then he never let me, instead he was on me, forcing me back against the post.
He couldn’t stay away from my breasts long enough for me to get my panties down. I braced myself against him, preparing my extra sensitive nipples to be touched. With them out of the bra, it became apparent how swollen and needy my breasts were. The milk pushed inside of me, wanting to force its way out, but would wait for his lips to seal over them, so that I could share it with him right from the source.
I looked forward to seeing his face once he tasted me. I wanted to see it light up, wanted to see some sparks fly. I couldn’t wait to feed this horny billionaire. I would have one of the most powerful men in the world feasting from me like a baby, totally addicted to my taste.
“Those nipples,” he groaned, “I’m going to have a feast,” he said, grinding against me, making me pant and rub against his crotch.
I tried to get off, but my attention was pinpointed on my breasts as his tongue met my creamy skin. He ran his tongue in circles, missing my areola, purposefully teasing me.
He sucked one of my tender tits into his mouth. I let out a long, relieved gasp, my entire body surrendering to him. I couldn’t move. As he worked my nipples farther past his lips, sucking it deeper into his mouth, I trembled, hardly able to keep myself standing.
Rubbing underneath my ass, he soon learned he needed to take a firm grasp onto my plump cheeks to keep me up. He pressed me against him, arching my back, letting him suck my tits deeper.
“You need help standing, don’t you, sweet thing? Here, let me help you. I happen to know how to tie a tight knot. Arms up in the air.”
As my new Master commanded, I obeyed. I was happy to. If I didn’t have something to support me, I was going to be a milky mess on the floor, leaking all over my curves. I wanted to give him the opportunity to have my milk pour to the back of his throat, giving it to him in a seemingly never ending stream.
He undid my bond from the pole, then grabbed a heavy set of rope, tossing it on top of the ceiling to a hook, then grabbing the end and tying me to it. I didn’t think it would work. I didn’t think it would really support me, being full of so much milk and all, but it did. He pulled me up, keeping my feet touching the ground only by a foot.
I tried to move my wrists, but the knot was as tight as he claimed.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now I can really taste you. No more distractions.”
My chest rose naturally in the ropes. Even with his lips and fingers off my tits, the milk surged. My body wasn’t going to wait to give itself over. My mouth dropped, lips quivering, and I kicked, trying to escape from the bondage before I spurted all over myself. But there was no getting out of Cyril’s hold
“It’s coming. Hurry,” I pleaded with him.
Not wanting to miss his chance, he dove on me, grabbing my wide, curvy hips so I could wrap my legs around him while it happened. The extra support was necessary. I quaked, my neck rolling back, my body coiling on itself as the milk came rushing to the surface.
“Cyril, Master, please, put your lips on me. I can’t last.”
He caressed the underside of my breasts, keeping them in his palms as he brought his tongue to my tits. One swipe and I was done. The lick brought on my lactation, driving a high through me and a great release, so much that it felt like an orgasm. I hadn’t even been touched between my thighs.
“It’s com -” I tried to warn him, but then I lactated, and it was all over.
I squealed, giving myself over to him, not a thought in my mind, focused entirely on the pleasure of my milk shooting into his mouth. It freed itself from me, and he gulped, chugging the initial stream of my delicious cream.
The other nipple that hadn’t been sucked shot milk as well. It drenched his chest, but he didn’t care. He sealed his lips over my nipple, not letting any of the milk escape. His face looked serene and satisfied when I managed to spring my neck back up to see.
He broke from my nipple, still leaking, and rushed to the other, groaning, “delicious,” before he sucked again.
I continued to drain, my thighs grinding together in delight. My pussy was unbelievably wet from all the sucking. He didn’t take a breath, not wanting to waste a drop, he kept going at me, running his tongue over my sensitive tits while I was suctioned deep in his mouth.
Whimpering, I curled my legs around him tighter, trying to stay close so he could have his fill. This was a release like I’d never experienced before, a high like I never thought a person could take.
When he broke free, panting, he grinned at me with a milky smirk. He wiped his lips of my cream.
“You are something special,” he groaned.
“Thank you, thank you,” I repeated, over and over, silly, even I knew it at that moment, but I couldn’t say thank you enough for the ecstasy the milking brought me.
My milk still sputtered from
my tits. It leaked, trailing down my curves. I was out of it, closing my eyes, trying to stay in the moment, but it was so intense and dizzying. I sprang back to reality once he put his tongue to my skin, tracing the trail up to my nipples again.
“I wish I could bottle you up and take you home with me. I can’t get enough of you,” he said, taking a break from sucking me.
I was still milking, but it slowed. He brought more out of me, pulling it from my heavy tits, still producing. I wondered how long I could last. This was my first time. Who knew how long I could go? I wanted to keep going until he was satisfied, his stomach full on my milk. If he couldn’t walk out of the room because he was so full, I would know my job was done.
“Do you feel how hard you’ve got me?”
“How can’t I?” I enjoyed having that heat between me, but it was causing another problem.
With my breasts milked, my needs went elsewhere. My sex panged. As swollen and sore as my breasts had been, my pussy tightened, trying to suck him in, trying to get that stiffness deeper. I wanted him inside. Oh, how badly I wanted him inside.
It wasn’t necessary to have sex with your Master. In fact, plenty of the girls didn’t do it, but I was so horny that I would do it with Cyril. He was fit for a rough, passionate one night stand, and probably down for more if we decided to continue. It was definitely possible. But I wasn’t looking that far into the future.
I knew what I needed right now.
Why did he have to tease me, talking about his cock, and how hard it was? Couldn’t he see how I begged for his hardness to be inside me, for him to open me up, to spread my tightness and fill me?
I needed satisfaction down there.
He wasn’t through yet.
“Kiss me,” I told him.
Alert and somewhat shocked, his eyes sprang from my tits. I guess he didn’t expect that I would want more, being my first time and all. What did they say about me, that I was timid? They had no idea. It might seem that way at first glance, but tie me up, and suck my tits until I released, and I was ready to fuck….who in their right mind wouldn’t be?
After another breath taking kiss, Cyril pulled away. He ran his finger down my wet chest.
“You’re the best I’ve ever tasted, you know that?”
“Really?” I knew he tasted a lot. I didn’t want to think about that right now. But in a weird way, it was a major compliment, coming from the man who probably had a taste of the best milking cows in the world.
He nodded, then he brought his finger lower, pulling up my panties, keeping it there at the band.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” I asked, twisting in the rope, too excited.
“I’ve never met a girl who loves this more than you. You were made for this, weren’t you my sweet cow? Made to give that sweet milk of yours?”
“Exactly,” I said, nodding. “Now what was that surprise about?”
I needed to be careful. I couldn’t let my excitement get the best of me. Cyril was still a powerful man, a man I wanted to impress, a man who I wanted to end up on his knees, calling me a milking goddess. I needed to keep focused. This was important. He was my first, after all.
“I would say don’t go anywhere, but you know - “ he said, pointing to me hanging in the rope. “Just hang there while I call for it.”
Cyril left me for the phone. As he walked away, I could feel the pressure again, the milk building. I wanted to tell him, but it was probably best if I didn’t. He didn’t know it yet, but he would get more of me.
I heard him say, “Get me the saddle,” and then hang up.
“Master, did I hear you say saddle?”
“Yes, you did. Let’s see how adventurous you really are.”
Seeing that smug smirk, I knew it would be no ordinary saddle.
It was a saddle made for sex, a sybian vibrator placed right in the center of the seat. Master Cyril set it in the middle of my pen. I watched, scared, yet excited to try it out. This would be my first time using one, and I saw videos online of girls losing their minds over it. I was sure with my inexperience and Master Cyril’s commanding ways I would tap out quickly.
He took me by my collar, leading me in front of the saddle. His arms hugged my tits as he tried to get a hand full, but he was having trouble fitting me in his wide palms.
“I’ve been dying to see you out of those panties.”
Before I could say a word, he snatched my panties, pulling them down over my ass. He did it slowly, watching as my big booty was revealed, marveling at my curves. I swayed, giving my ass a jiggle, which I knew he liked. I let them fall to my ankles.
“I thought it couldn’t get any better. Look at you, all hot and ready, shaved and pretty for me,” he said, putting one finger to my slit, rubbing it back and forth over my opening, spreading my juicy lips.
“Get down on the saddle, cow,” he demanded. I dropped on my shaking thighs, already preparing for the orgasm I was going to have. My pussy hit the cool vibrator, the leather saddle around it keeping me comfortable.
I looked up at him with doe eyes. Even the sybian pressing against me felt wonderful. I had something I could grind against. He forgot to keep his cock pressed up against me, and good thing too, if he kept it there, it was likely I would’ve used him as a scratching post until I took care of my problem.
Biting my lip, I mustered my courage, and said, “I’m ready.”
“Easy,” he said. He plucked one of my ripe nipples, squeezing it between forefinger and thumb.
I gasped and reeled back. The saddle held me firm. It would take a lot of rocking for me to fall off. I didn’t think it was possible. Good thing too.
“We’re not ready yet. I’m still not done with my preparations.”
Cyril wandered off toward more of the tools. He emerged with two long, clear tubes and two suction cups, the right size to fit over my breasts. They would fit snugly, but they would manage.
“I want to get all I can out of you. Don’t think I’m letting you go just yet. You’ve still got more to give me, and I’m going to get it.”
My cheeks flushed as pink as my horny nipples. I tried to hide my smile. He guessed that I could still lactate, or else he liked it that much where he didn’t care, he would make me give more. I settled in the seat, gasping, and trying to remain in control as he plucked my breasts with the suction cups, squeezing me inside.
The machine wasn’t turned on, but even without it sucking, there was pressure. My nipples drew in toward the center. I rocked my hips slowly on the sybian, my wetness dripping onto it. I was going to make a mess and we hadn’t even started. I hoped that Cyril wouldn’t see me trying to get off. I tried to be sneaky about it.
“As soon as these turn on, I don’t think you’re going to last a second. That’s why I want you to suck my cock right now, because I don’t want to put my dick in there while you’re screaming.”
Wide eyed, I nodded, trying to remain confident. I didn’t think I would go this far on my first day. I didn’t think I would ever go this far. I thought I would be one of those girls who only gave milk and nothing else, but who was I kidding? I always found it hot to satisfy my Master as his milking cow, no matter how far. Whatever he wanted, I would give. It turned me on, and I should’ve known I would get carried away.
“Let me taste you.”
He liked my response and stripped before me. I swayed my hips, grinding the top of the sybian against my pussy, trying desperately to get it to reach my swollen bud, peeking out from its hood.
“You want that cock, don’t you? You’re going to get yourself off before we even start.”
“Sorry,” I said, bowing my head, ashamed, my cheeks flaring up again.
He dropped his boxers. I grazed from his ankles all the way to his abs. Strong muscular thighs, and solid, wide abs awaited me on my travel. I tried to reach higher, to touch his powerful chest, but I couldn’t reach. My fingertips dropped down to what I was really interested in, that l
ong, hard cock.
“Open those sexy lips,” he told me.
Touching his tip to my lips, I opened, sucking him in. He filled me, stretching my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around him, licking him as he was inside. Cyril, snatching my hair, pulled out. I gasped while the saliva dripped down his hot cock. I wiped my lips, tasting his salty and sweet precum, wanting more, wanting to pleasure him like he did me, to drain those full, heavy balls of his.
“More,” I told him. “I can take it.”
Smirking, he tilted my head back and opened me wider. He stroked near my entrance with that huge cock. I thought I had a big mouth, but he proved otherwise. Being firm yet gentle with me, he popped in and out of my lips until I was suctioning him off, bobbing up and down past his tip.
“That feels great.”
He growled, vibrations from his gut rumbling in my mouth. I took both hands, working over his slick base. I swallowed more of him, deep throating him, getting closer to him spilling onto my tongue.
“Come on my tongue. I want to swallow it.”
He thrust deeper. I suctioned him off, using my lips to glide across that slick tip of his. I rushed over that sweet spot, that part where his tip met the base, causing his abs to pump in excitement, drawing his climax near.
“I’m coming. Stick your tongue out -”
My tongue sprang out, waiting for the warm splash of his cum. He came, a huge load, dousing my lips. I swallowed, quickly catching the rest as I sucked on his tip, letting him pump into my throat.
“Damn,” he grunted. He ran his fingers through my hair. He cherished me.
I wouldn’t let him go. I brought his creamy cock out from my lips and gave it a kiss. There were still dribbles as I wiped myself clean. I caught them, running my tongue from his balls all the way to the beginning.
“You taste delicious as well.”
“Nowhere near as good as you.”
He backed off. I ran my tongue over my lips to see if I had it all. I did. I was a good, obedient cow for my Master.
“Look at that, my cock is still hard. You’ve got me so turned on, sweet thing. I want another taste of your milk. Then I’m going to come again all over those tits.”