I looked around the beautiful vast meadow, flowers of every color and arrangement surrounding me. The tall grass, the fresh scent of oaktree's from the hundred of them surrounding the farm. The sun glowing down on us, the big beautiful farmhouse behind me. My bodyweight spread throughout my curvy figure, balancing me just right so I could lay on my back. Leaving my eyes closed and my hands settled on my belly. Wearing my favorite dress, a light green dress with tiny white flowers all over it. It hugged my udders and my waist, then it turned flowy towards the bottom. It barely reached my thighs. Not that anyone on the farm minded, I don't think at least. Not from the way that people stare at me as I make my way back to my pen in this dress.
I blissfully began to nibble on my bottom lip as I began to slowly open my eyes, letting the sun blind me. It had been days since I had last seen my breeder. Since it had been so long, I was put on milking machines to keep me from getting sick with all off my stored up milk. I never liked the machines. My breeder just did it so much better, his big hands covering my udders, the way he would allow me to grind my cunt against his bulge while he milked me, the way his mouth wrapped around them. My thighs quickly meet as I began to think about my absent breeder once again. My udders were aching badly, they we're overly engorged with my milk. I was one of the best producers on the farm thanks to him. But, when he wasn't here the pain that my udders brought me was not fun.
I winced, wrapping my hand around my big udders, squeezing light. I quickly realized due to the wetness of the top part of my dress, I was leaking milk. I whinnied out into the open meadow in frustration. I craved his touch, I needed it right now. My lips formed into a pout as I squished my milkers, feeling the milk leaving my body and drenching my dress. I bit my lip at the small relief. Focusing on my right udder for now, letting my left hand move down to my cunt, stroking my big thick thighs how he had taught me. Closing my eyes and trying to foul my body into thinking my tiny hands we're something like masters.
The light strokes to my thighs, causing my back to arch as I struggled to release my udder from my dress, massaging my breast then squeezing my nipples, letting the hot milk stream out of me. My head falling back as I closed my eyes once again. Moving my hand over to my cunt now, on the farm no undergarments we're allowed. Leaving me completely open to any one of the farms touch. I lightly stroked my cunt, causing me to gasp out with need. My breathe hitching in my throat as I found my clit, flicking and rubbing it rapidly how master would when he wanted to make me unravel and cry out in his strong arms.
