by Faye Parker
Pulling the fabric away from my pussy, he lowered, and I did say, “Yes,” losing my breath and my strength, falling back to the table.
He teased me, running his long tongue across my inner thigh. He licked me up, loving my taste, getting closer to my juicy core. I wanted that tongue inside me, wanted him to dive in, push apart my tightness. I was quite greedy when it came to Master Keller. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had that hard cock inside me.
Tensing, my eyes closing shut, I waited for his tongue to touch my sex. As he continued tracing the folds of my love, I pounded my fists against the table. Unable to hold back, I kept pounding, until I needed to open my eyes and beg.
“Master, please. Please, taste me,” I cried out.
He granted me his touch. His tongue stretched across my pussy, streaking up to my naughty, swollen bud. He flicked over my clit, and I hopped onto my elbows again, suddenly very alert and in the moment, to say the least.
His tongue swirled over my wet pussy slowly, taking his time, savoring me. I moaned, my whole body thrumming with his love as I watched Cyril pull out his long, hard cock. He brought it closer.
“Don’t forget to pleasure Cyril,” Keller said, then he granted me his tongue again, gliding it across my lips.
In between the rushing of his tongue, he kissed me on my pussy. I melted to that. I could’ve given up then. But I knew that I needed to follow orders, and besides, I was still ravenous. Splitting my pretty lips, sticking my tongue out, I gave Cyril a good place to put his cock.
“That hot mouth. Suck my cock, Olivia,” Cyril groaned. He grabbed my hair, keeping me close, supporting me.
I was thankful for that hold, because Keller kept eating me out, using his tongue in the most perfect, passionate way. His tongue slid inside me now, slowly thrusting in deeper. I whimpered with a mouth full of Cyril’s cock.
He slowly stroked inside me. When I couldn’t handle having him inside, I jerked off his slick base. I massaged his balls and suctioned off his tip, something I knew he loved. He groaned just as madly as I did.
Keller went back to my clit.
“Oh no, Master, I’m going to come, if you do - “
I tried to warn him.
I wasn’t going to last very long if he kept his tongue on my clit, especially after being inside of me with that awesome tongue of his.
“Come for me. Come, Olivia.”
At his command, I came. I unleashed, my whole body being claimed by Keller. He kept rushing over my clit, not letting me down as I hit the height of my orgasm. I broke, screaming, shaking, needing Cyril to keep me pinned so I wouldn’t tumble off the table.
Keller kept going. He couldn’t get enough of me. He feasted on me after I came, licking up my juices.
My body relaxing, all that tenseness left once the orgasm rolled over, and I fell, my back slapping against the table. In a daze, I spread out.
But Master Keller wasn’t done with me yet. He snatched me by the hair, winding his fingers through me, binding me to him. I was in a daze, but I could tell what he wanted. I hadn’t forgotten about Cyril. I just needed a breather after that orgasm.
Cyril thrust his cock inside my open mouth. He stroked me, using me as Keller held me. My gag reflex was gone after that orgasm. He hit the back of my throat, pulled out, and then came, pouring onto me.
“Yes, cover my tits,” I moaned, loving to see all that thick cum land on my chest. The warmth was the perfect ending to the night.
They seemed through. Their eyes were glazed over as well. But I hadn’t had Keller yet. I still desired Keller inside of me.
Yet they were winding down, caressing me. I couldn’t force myself to beg for more. They were the ones running the show.
Keller and Cyril helped me up from the table. Wobbly, unable to stand, I was helped to the door. I turned around, realizing that I was naked.
“Can I get some clothes?”
“Sure, hold on, I’ll be back with something,” Keller said. He waved for Cyril to follow. I leaned against the door frame, wondering why the task would require both of them. They headed off into the hallway, but since this part of the mansion was off limits, their voices traveled far.
“You can’t let this one get away, Keller.”
“I know. I’m thinking of keeping her all to myself. I might just be the greediest bastard alive, but whatever. I need her. I need more of her. That girl has me hooked.”
“What do you mean?” Cyril laughed. “I never thought I’d see the day. First you join in on the fun, mixing business and pleasure, and now you want to pull the girl out, and have her for yourself? Like what, you want to date her?”
“More than that. I want to have her completely. She’s too good to let slip by.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I should’ve figured it would lead to this. Keller had been giving me the signals. But claiming me like that? Taking me, he said, completely? That sounded extreme. What did that mean specifically?
“Come back and help me,” I muttered to myself, my hands slipping from the door frame I was so weak. I fell back and sat my ass down on the table.
Keller returned with a robe. Draping it over me, he couldn’t find the heart to tie it around me. His cock still hard, he kept looking over my naked body. Was he just going to walk around all day with that problem?
“Do you want more, Master?”
“Stop tempting me,” he said, and then he held his hand out.
Unsure what to expect next with him, I still took it.
“Let’s take you to bed. You’ve had a long day.”
“It’s still early.”
“Still tempting me, I see,” he said. What was wrong with that? He helped me up. Leading me by the hand up to the suites, when he got to my bedroom, he picked me up in his arms. I couldn’t tell if it was easy for him because of his strength or because of all the milk that I had given up, but he was able to throw open the door and lay me down in bed.
“Sleep well, Olivia,” he said, giving me a kiss on my lips. I was too awake for sleep, couldn’t he tell?
He told me to stop tempting him, but it seemed like the right moment for him to get in bed with me.
“You don’t want to stay?”
“I want to stay. I desperately want to stay, but right now, it’d be best to have some time. You’re going to need time to process all of this. It’s only your second day. But trust me, we’re not done.”
“I trust you,” I said. When he made a promise, Keller kept it.
I watched him walk out of the room and shut the door. I knew we weren’t through. My mind turned to what I could possibly have in store for me. If it was something that needed me to rest, when I was this wide awake, it was bound to be intense. With Keller, it always was anyway.
We weren’t through. With that fact in mind, I could begin to dream of our fateful encounter when he would have all of me.
Creaming The Cow (HuCow Milking Cows 3)
Keller took me away.
I was just arguing with Sadie that I was still working as a milking cow, that I wasn’t getting special treatment when he pulled me out of line with the others. So much for that.
“You know he wants more,” Sadie told me.
“Like what?”
“He’s infatuated with you. Every girl here sees it. They’re so jealous. The funny thing is you have no clue.”
“I have a clue. It’s just...he’s the owner of this place. He’s all business. You know how he is.”
“Which makes it exceptionally weird that he’s doing this. Are you going to make a move?”
Before I could decide, Keller took me from the line. He decided for me.
I knew I was something special to Keller. I was the first milking cow he ever drank from. The Master Milker found me especially interesting, so much that I often wondered why.
“Eat with me,” he said.
It was an order, but an order that wasn’t difficult to follow.
We headed away from the lunch
buffet, milking cows all lined up in their cow print bathing suits, waiting for a chance at the barbeque. I followed him down a familiar hallway, a long stretch through the mansion that led to more private areas and out of the milking cows' living spaces.
I was at the pool before but I was wearing a silk shawl over my bathing suit, loving the feeling of it swaying over my curves as we headed away, so I was sort of decent. My excitement rose, my body getting ready to give itself over to the man who had claimed me. I was expecting another milking, especially if he was taking me away. I certainly wasn’t expecting just a private dinner with Keller.
He swung open the doors to the dining room. Candles had already been lit. A few days ago, I had been served on top of that table, a billionaire and his friends sharing me and sucking my milk. It was odd to be back there and not strapped and suckled.
But there was indeed a meal waiting for us. It was the same meal as the other girls had, which made me feel a little better. I didn’t want special treatment. I still wanted to be a milking cow. I might want Keller as well, but it didn’t change my mind that I was made for the milking business.
“Sit, please. You don’t have to wait for me to tell you that, Olivia.”
“Oh, it’s just, the last time I was in here, I was the one for dinner.”
He chuckled and took a seat, locking me in with his wolfish grin as I came closer, sitting across from him, but feeling much too far away with that wide table between us.
“We can go somewhere else if you’d like? I didn’t forget. I suppose it’s a good memory to me.”
“It’s a good memory to me too. Sorry, let’s stay. I needed a moment to adjust. That's all.”
“Olivia, you’ve really impressed everyone here, but I have to say I’m not surprised.”
“Oh, no?”
“No, the moment I saw you, I saw the passion you had for this, and I knew you wanted it.”
“Thanks. Is it that obvious?”
“Yes,” he grinned, showing those teeth that cut through me like a knife. “It’s that obvious.”
“Why did you bring me here? Are you thirsty, Master?"
His grin vanished. He still had those tempting, smoldering eyes pointed my way though. Keller placed his silverware down neatly.
“Actually, no, I have other plans for you.”
“Other plans? What could you want more than -”
And that’s where I stopped. There was one other thing he could want, but I wasn’t sure if he did. I didn’t want to make assumptions. If I was wrong, I would be devastated.
“Yes, I want more. I’ll have more milk later, but there’s more I want to do with you, lots more.”
My eyes hiding to the floor, I blushed and smiled. Don’t be an idiot, Olivia, I told myself, and I perked right up. I didn’t want to seem weak willed to him. I wanted to keep it somewhat of a challenge. He already knew he could break me and that was a scary prospect, to let a man like him in without so much as a struggle.
“That’s nice, Keller. I’d like that,” I said, sounding so naive and blissful, like I would be carried off in a wind of daises. Gosh, I needed to get my head out of the clouds. Just as we were in line for the buffet, Grace gave me a nasty look, and Sadie told me, “You know, it’s all right to be a bitch sometimes. You’re allowed.” I could use some back bone.
I could handle Grace. But could I handle Keller? Doubtful. It seemed whenever I was with him my backbone turned to jello.
“You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to.”
“No, but if it’s with you, I’m game.”
“That’s what I like about you, you’re adventurous.”
“Never thought I’d let you share me on this table, did you?”
“I had to be confident, but a part of me wondered if you would back out.”
He rose from the table. It seemed like he wasn’t interested in his lunch any longer.
“I knew what you really wanted is me. What I really want is you. All of you. I’ve never tasted anyone before. And what I’ve tasted from you, it’s something I know I can’t give up. But that’s not all I want. Olivia, I’ve got something special planned. I want to get you out of this mansion for awhile. Will you walk with me?”
“So mysterious."
Whatever it was, I was interested.
“Let’s not wait,” he said.
“I’m fine with that,” I said, “more than fine. Take me where you want me.”
That was how it always was with Keller. He would command and I would obey. I liked it that way. He liked it that way. Everyone was happy.
Besides, I was already nice and clean, smooth and fresh, with a warm tan from the pool, not much for my milky skin, but it was a tan to me. Being out in the sun for more than twenty minutes meant my skin caught some heat for the rest of the day. All he would need to do was rip my shawl away, then I would be in my bikini, ready for him to feast.
It had been days since Cyril and his billionaire friends left the compound. Now the only one who could drain me was Keller. My breasts were heavy and full, pumping, on the verge of lactating as I thought about him kissing my tender nipples then drawing them in, unleashing all of that heavenly milk into his mouth.
Ugh, I needed a milking. I needed it bad.
Whatever Keller was about to do to me as I followed him down more long hallways, I hoped eventually I would be milked.
There was another part of me calling out for him. I kept close to his side, and needy, reached out for his hand.
He didn’t notice at first. He was too busy leading the way, too busy thinking about what he was going to do to me.
“Keller,” I said.
“Oh,” he said while noticing, snatching my hand and clasping it tight. That warmth and comfort was unbelievable, but the comfort didn’t last long, because my neediness took over.
How long since I had really been with a man?
Being with Cyril had been fun and games.
It hadn’t been fulfilling.
Keller was promising. Keller was more than fun. This was serious.
I always fantasized about him. It was still strange for me to be in those halls, to be holding his hand, for me to receive him deep inside me would be a culmination of years of fantasizing.
He pushed open a door at the end of the shadowy hall bringing in blinding light. I shielded my eyes since I was used to the soft glow of candlelight.
“We’re going outside?”
This was unusual. He wasn’t kidding when he had a surprise for me. I thought maybe he would bring me to one of the spare milking rooms.
“You’ve not seen the Master’s chambers yet,” he said, gripping my hand tighter, giving me a jolt and making me want to drag him down to the grass. To our left, there was the pool, but it was blocked off by a small stone wall, and the girls were far too busy to notice us. We traveled a stone path leading up a slight incline, heading farther into that tropical mountain and into the brush.
We walked down the quaint path until we came to a lone hut. It was painted like a barn, but with more modern ascetic, the red not the standard red, but a deep crimson. The barn doors were still there, and so was the triangular shaped roof, but it looked more open, since there were long windows on the sides, and even sun windows on top.
“This is yours?”
“This is where I go whenever I want to relax.”
Relax and let loose? It seemed that’s what he was telling me. He was about to unwind in the way he knew best.
Throwing open the doors, he held his arm out, pointing me inside, where I expected once I took a step in, I would be greeted to plenty of bondage equipment. Instead I looked at a regular looking barn, albeit a more expensive one, fine wood for the floor and the walls, with a back that had a fenced in pen. That was where I was most likely headed. There was, however, a long wooden box near the windows.
“I’m not here for a milking?” I asked again, unsure why he would be bring me here otherwise.
He shut the door
s behind us. I expected it to go completely dark, but because of the side windows left open, there was plenty of sunlight, casting a soft glow on him as he approached. I wanted to lay my hands on his chest but was afraid of making the first move. I was certainly timid at the moment. I didn’t know what Keller wanted, but whatever it was, I wanted to give it to him, if not, I was certain he knew to take it.
“I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh, God,” I said, wrangling my hands and peering off, trying to avert my gaze. This sounded serious.
“I think you’ll like it. Relax, Olivia.”
“OK, I’m trying,” I said, allowing a smile to slip.
His finger traced the curve of my neck. I bit my lip to try to steady myself. I wanted to curl up into a ball from that. His heat pressed on me. The tension was thick. What did he want?
“Olivia, I want more.”
“You can have more, Keller. What more do you want?”
“I want it all,” he said.
He broke away, threw open the chest and returned. A taut, thick cloth wrapped around my wrists. Keller tied it tight, the knot unable to be broken, no matter how much I wriggled, no matter how much I struggled in his grasp. He leaned in, biting my lip, sinking his teeth in, giving me a jolt of pain and pleasure which he knew I enjoyed so much.
Sucking the breath from me, at the same time, pumping me full of that electric heat, he ran his tongue around mine. I surrendered as fast as I always did. I succumbed, shaking and trembling, although I was still attempting to stand my ground, I melted to that man’s touch. He destroyed me as soon as he touched me.
“Keller,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
But the kiss left. I knew he wouldn't leave me for long. He wasn’t done. That cloth would have to be tied to something else. He snatched it, then taking my curves, positioned me so I was facing the metal bars. He shoved me over, at the same time, running his fingers over my ass, purposefully caressing between my thighs, making me spread and beg for him to go deeper.
As I moaned and rocked my hips, trying to get his fingers to sway onto my desperate pussy, he tied me up to the metal bars. The bars banged as I tried to pull away, but they weren’t going anywhere, I wasn’t going anywhere, I was completely under his control. He could do whatever he wanted to me now.