This is the first thing I have posted on Literotica. Let me know what you think. I write short, one-shot stories. These won't be series or continued, unless someone really thinks that I should explore the world some more. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
All characters are consenting adults, and are consenting throughout the entire piece. This little fantasy was based on an illustration that caught my imagination.
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She pulled on her bonds with a low, anxious moan, her entire body straining with the desperate need to be milked. Her long, soft ears flicked and twitched at the sound of the other breeders already being milked for the day. Her long, hard cock twitched suddenly, rising to full attention.
Was that her milk maids? She had been promised two today.
Her breasts were already so full of milk they ached, her balls throbbing and tight. If they didn't come soon, they would need to scoop her precious milk off the floor and spoon it into the lucky maid's cunt. That had happened only once before, and by the time they were done she had been ready to go again, filling the greedy maid's pussy with more than enough milk to get her pregnant.
She was about to call out, desperate for attention, when two young, giggling girls dressed in nothing at all finally entered her stall. She recognized them vaguely, though she knew no names. Names hardly mattered here. All the breeders were Bessy, all the maids, simply that, at least to her knowledge. And then there was Master.
"MOOoooo..."
The first girl, a beautiful, buxom blond (her favorite type) blushed fiercely. "Sorry, Bessy. We know you've been waiting. Master required some attention."
Bessy could hardly argue with that, but her soft, lowing response wasn't quite as understanding as it should have been. The Bull had his choice of any of the maids or heifers, that was the way it worked. But that didn't make her need any less. She could see the signs now, though. The milky stain on the other maid's breasts. The darkened lips of the blonde. The Bull didn't breed the maids, that was for the breeders to do, but he did enjoy their talents.
The second maid, this one tall and lean and dark-skinned, with the over-sized tits of one who had been bred before, came forward and pressed herself against the length of Bessy's body. She cupped her swollen balls and cooed.
"You have so much for us. I think we'll both walk away well-bred today." Her voice was as soft and teasing as her hands.
"Moooo..!" A more urgent low. She so desperately needed to be milked.
The blonde knelt down before her, looking up the length of that long, fat cock, and deposited a bucket just below her aching balls. She looked at her partner; "Hook her into the milking machine. I'll go first."
The lean, dark one pouted a little, but didn't argue. She must have given birth more recently, if she was relegated to second. Not that it really mattered, there would be milk enough for both of them, and then more for the bucket. The dark one hooked her breasts into the cups of the milking machine. The soft suction drew the creamy fluid from her breasts instantly.
"Moooo..." The soft sound one of relief and arousal. Her cock swelled even more and threatened to burst as her the suckling sensation pulled cup after cup from her plentiful breasts.
