Page 59 of Milk
I nodded. Was I sure? I couldn’t think of something I wouldn’t do for her if she asked. I was as sure as a man could be. I picked a small bag from my desk and motioned for her to follow me to the elevator. Instead of down, we went up to the empty warehouse that served as the entrance to this underground complex. Then we walked into the sunlight bathed open prairie. Rolling hills of verdant grass spreading far in the horizon and the distant line of the high security fence, a mere grey blurred streak, disappeared and reappeared behind the hills.
“Carter?” Tiff asked softly
“Let me just -” I approached her collar with a laser-engraved, high-security key, turning it to free her from the weight of the tracking device. “There.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
“I wanted to see you in the open prairie,free, at least one time. Maybe the only time if you decide to leave,” I explained.
“Am I free?” She asked hesitantly.
“Yes. But if you’ll indulge me, of your own free will, I would love to see you with these on.”
I handed her the bag. She pulled the small headband decorated with long cow ears and horns and the butt plug with the long cow-tail. She looked at me with doubt at first, then smiled, giggled, and nodded. She placed the headband on first. The butt plug took some work. I watched her turn to get the plug into position, then press and moan as she slid it inside her. She twirled, showing me the full picture. Her massive breasts, her long hair, and the lovely tail and horn added to the gorgeous picture. She was perfect, smiling, bouncing, flushed from pushing the tail into her round ass. I savored the moment.
“Do I look pretty?” She asked softly.
That was an understatement. The woman I’d fallen for over the last few weeks, the woman I loved, was welcoming one more act of submission while dancing in the sun. The sight of her made me hard as a rock which, perhaps, was good for what I had to reveal.
“You look perfect, my sweet cow,” I answered.
“Carter, I want to-”
“Don’t ask me anything yet. Let me say something first. You can ask your questions later.”
“Okay,” she answered, drawing out the word with nervousness.
“Tiffany, t-the reason I didn’t have sex with you is because … I’m a freak. I suffered a mutation due to my father’s formula. He gave it to my mother while she was pregnant with me and-” Why was this so hard? “She killed herself, but I survived.” I started undoing my pants. “I wasn’t born like a normal man. I was born with …”
I lowered my pants and my cocks jumped up; both of them hard and eager for more than fantasizing. They were twins in girth and length, but had slightly different veins patterns across the shafts. Each over eight inches long and uncircumcised. My father was so ashamed of my mutation, he never allowed a doctor to perform the procedure.
“Two dicks?” She gasped.
I nodded. I readied myself for her disgust, for her rejection. Pria had loved me, but she never wanted to look. She liked to pretend I was her energizer bunny, able to go and go since I could use both one after the other. Why would Tiff be any different?
“I’m tainted by the same thing that built this facility, the same product, the same …”
I trailed off as Tiffany knelt in the grass, the bell still around her neck clanking as her head tilted to take one of my cocks into her mouth. Her eyes peeked up at me, eager and hot, as she stroked my other dick.
“Ahn— Tiff!” I gasped
“I don’t care,” she muttered between soft sucks to the heads of my cocks. “I don’t fucking care.”
Icouldn’t believe how fucking turned on I was. Carter had two dicks.Two. Both were mine. I’d make sure of that. I understood why he was scared, why he hid from me, but he should’ve known better. I knew what it was to be mocked for being different, and I would never do it to him. I loved him, craved him. He knew I read monster fucking books!
Now, it was my job to make sure he didn’t deny me or himself ever again. I kept sucking his cock, taking him deeper and deeper until I gagged on him while stroking the other. Then I switched, enjoying his groans, the way he thrusted against me, how he gently touched the back of my head as he watched me with awe and hunger. It had been days since I had been milked and I was so horny. Nothing else mattered. Not what I’d learned in those journals, not what I planned to do, nothing but satisfying Carter and myself.
I kept blowing him, even when my throat tightened around his cock almost painfully. I felt pre-cum oozing from the dick in my hand. I traced the veins in each with my tongue, wishing I could shove them both in my mouth at the same time.
“Fuck! Tiff,” he moaned as I continued to suck him off.
His cocks were so perfect. I wanted them both stuffed inside me. I wanted to see how much he could cum, if he could just keep going and going. I wanted him to test every limit I had until I was back in that submissive, needy, constantly orgasming state he’d made so wonderful. The place where pleasure and punishment were the same as long as he was involved.
“I-I know about –fuck, slow down – your plan to run with Jason,” Carter gritted out.
I looked up, his dick falling out of my mouth. I was about to speak, when he squeezed both of his cocks together and shoved them into my mouth. I could barely fit them in even with them pressed together like that, but I opened as wide as I could, sticking out my tongue for him. He groaned as he watched me and he shoved them deeper. It kept me from talking, but it also turned me on. I was dripping in the most literal way from my nipples and my pussy.
Milk and honey.
