Page 49 of Milk
“You keep teasing me,” she accused.
She wasn’t wrong. I was teasing her, denying what we both craved. When her tits were fully oiled, I brought the suction cups out. I locked them in place, one around each of her nipples. Then I took a third, smaller one, and moved behind her. Spreading her soaked pussy, I placed the suction cup on her clit. Then I turned the machine on, loving the light sucking sound. Tiffany came almost immediately. She bucked violently as she savored the pleasure. Milk flowed from her perfect udders and her clit was pumped relentlessly.
“Ahh!” She shouted, her voice already weak.
She wanted more than that, I knew. She wanted to be fucked.
Since I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) give her that, I needed to make sure her experience was more than just intense. It had to be mind-numbing. It had to rewrite her brain and permanently redefine pleasure. I pulled a small set of beads from the cart – a lovely set of silicone anal beads ending in a rubber loop for me to use. I coated the beads in lube as Tiffany bucked violently, shaking the whole machine in orgasmic bliss. I held her waist down, spread her cheeks open with one hand, and worked thesmallest bead into her tight ass. She barely felt it. When the second one slid in, she looked over her shoulder, bell jiggling.
“C-Carter?”
“You’re such a good, sweet cow. Enjoy everything I give you, including these anal beads,” I encouraged.
She moaned and trembled, already on the edge of another orgasm. I worked in the next bead – slightly larger. She grunted and closed her eyes as her thighs tensed for a moment. Pleasure won and she relaxed again. The next bead, larger, but not too big. She took it and moaned louder, her pussy drooling for me. Then another bead. She screamed my name as she came apart, milk dripping from her nipples, wetness gushing from her perfect cunt. Her milk and nectar are all for me to enjoy.
When the final bead was inside her, I wiggled them, bringing her attention to her ass. When my little cow was about to come, I pulled the string. Not fast, but not slow. A continuous pull to allow her time to feel each bead stretching her tight hole as it left her ass. She came so hard that I questioned all her previous orgasms for a moment.
Tiffany was incoherent from that point onwards. I didn’t stop. She wanted to be fucked, and I’d give her everything but my own package. I’d prove exactly how devoted I was to her pleasure and happiness. I used vibrating dildos, an egg shaped toy that buzzed inside her, everything I had available for her to enjoy while I tortured and rewarded myself with her orgasms. I savored each of them even after losing count, all while denying myself even one touch. It was the best twenty minutes of my life, bar-none. When the machines were done milking her and her tits were empty, she was a whimpering, delirium riddled mess.
She almost collapsed as I loosened her straps. I was happy to carry her to bed. She stirred at the edge of consciousness, as if threatening to sink into a pleasure-induced coma. My crotch throbbed. The pressure was unbearable. When I was convincedTiffany was asleep, I moved to the bathroom. I didn’t bother closing the door. I unveiled myself in the mirror and looked at my crotch. I could barely stand the sight, but I did. I was rock hard, which only made what was deeply wrong with me more evident.
“You are a monster, Carter,” I told myself.
My hands wrapped around the thick, throbbing, grotesque display that rose between my legs and I pumped hard. I touched myself like I hated myself, because I did. I masturbated violently, refusing to think about anything except Tiffany, the pleasure I gave her, how good it felt to use her wetness as lube. When I finished, I sprayed the sink and mirrors with my cum, as if trying to hit my reflection. I came hard while thinking of Tiffany’s orgasms, my cow’s transformation. Then, frustratingly, I watched the hardness between my legs to make sure I was done.
“I’m a monster,” I panted, leaning on the sink. I looked back at the silhouette of my beautiful cow sleeping on our bed. “But I still want her.”
My head was a mess. My tits ached in a dull way, just like my clit and my pussy. My thighs trembled slightly, less than they had after the onslaught of back to back orgasms Carter had given yesterday after milking me. Carter ... I turned to find him lying next to me in bed. He slept against my back, one hand on my hip
“Carter,” I whispered his name,
I wanted to be upset that he hadn’t fucked me, but I wasn’t. I’d orgasmed too much to be upset. Instead, I brushed my hand through his hair. A drop of milk dribbled from my nipples. My breasts were full and aching. Again.
“My sweet Tiff. My sweet cow,” he crooned.
This was his version of pleasure-drunk. His eyes opened slightly as he nuzzled the back of my shoulder, then the side of my breast when I rolled onto my back.
“My tits hurt,” I grumbled.
“That’s normal. You need more milking,” he said softly.
“More? But I already gave you gallons.” I hummed.
“M-hm. Twenty, to be precise. It won’t be forever like this, but new cows need more attention.”
I shouldn’t have been turned on by that. I should’ve been angry and frustrated. I almost was. Except, the idea of days receiving so many intense orgasms was too tempting.
“I-I see,” I muttered, without conviction. “It’s a little inconvenient.”
That was the most outrage I could summon. My brain was marinating in pleasure and the smell of sex and milk. I wasn’t thinking. Carter saw right through me.
“Aww, poor baby calf. She has to come so much,” he said sarcastically.
“H-hey!” I protested.
“I’ll help, don’t worry.”
Carter laid his head on my chest and massaged my tit, his hand working closer and closer to my nipple. Milk flowed, and he opened his mouth, catching the squirt between his lips before sealing his mouth around my nipple. I moaned as he drank from me. His cock throbbed against my thigh. He ground his hips against my thick thigh as he guzzled my milk. I didn’t want to stop him. I loved knowing how much he liked it. The suction of his mouth on my tit combined with his hot body against mine made my pussy wet.
