Being milked felt so GOOD. After the agony of helplessly feeling my loose, full breasts sway and bounce, with my hands bound behind me, the sensation of the suction tubes attaching to my nipples filled me with relief. I may have even cried out. The suction was gentle, not rough, and the sensation of milk leaving my body was so sensual, so physically amazing...
"They're back in from the field, you ready, Cat?" You weren't really. You'd never even shown another girl your tits, excluding Keira. Then again it was your first time being brought to all fours and milked in a straw-lined stall too, so it was really a day of firsts. Sensing your nervousness as he opened the stall's door, Aaron reassuringly said "Don't wor...
"Sir, I've made my decision." Stone just looked at her over the breakfast table, not saying a word. She looked down, not meaning to look at her full udders, but also not being able to help it since they were so large and displayed on the shelf bra. The sight of them brought her back to her decision. "I will be your cow." Stone didn't say a word, just co...
You feel soft hands holding your cock, lifting your balls and sliding over your thighs, gently caressing your genitals, your legs. You begin to wake and realize that someone is in your new room with you, their hands milking your cock with slow, yet relentless determination. Good morning, I say and you see me seated next to you on the bed wrapped in a long,...
As soon as Vivian spotted Erica pouting, she broke out in a most wicked grin. She replied humorously: "So sorry Erica for not sharing. But I do think I was entitled to some reward for putting up with the two of you peeing on me. Besides I'm certain that you have had more than your share of Matt's cum to enjoy in the past." To which Erica retorted: "Mebbe...
I never considered myself to be a nudist because since I was born, all I ever saw in our house were nude family members. My name is John and I am 25 years old. I still live with my parents, a 22 year old brother and a 21 year old sister. We were home schooled and live out in the country far from civilization on our farm. Rarely, if ever, do we wear clothes...
It was morning again. Memories of an intense night of relaxation and sex wandered through Larissa's mind as she woke. Starla's arms were wrapped loosely but firmly around Larissa's waist. As the younger woman squirmed in her keeper's embrace, she felt something around her ass. Larissa was a virgin, or at least she had been before all this started, but her mi...
"An hour!! And still producing steadily! Unheard of." My mistress, wearing again a white lab coat, strode into the milking parlor. It was a pleasant room, done in blue and white, but still had a sterile feel to it with glass shelves and steel instruments. Proper commercial stables had anywhere from 3 to 10 stalls in a row where milk maids were brought in t...
I drove home still in a warm afterglow from that excellent milking. I realized that there was something very appealing to my submissive side about being milked like that on my hands on knees. It brought a smile to my face as I pulled into my driveway. I walked into the house with my briefcase turned toward me so my wife didn't see the "got milk?" bumper stic...
The farm had a wall. That was odd. The fields or whatever were hidden behind a high wall in back of what must have been the administrative building: this was clearly bigger than a family operation. I had no real experience with farm life, but this was where I'd be for a couple years - hopefully they didn't work us too hard. I was eighteen and had a promisi...