The front door closed and he braced himself just in time to avoid being knocked over as his excited pet threw herself into his arms.
"Daddy!" She squealed, hanging on his neck and trying to kiss every inch of his face.
She never failed to thrill him, the petite, utterly feminine softness of her. Everything about her was round and yielding, the smooth flushed cheeks, the kissable little shoulders, the generous pink tipped breasts, the gently rounded belly, the spankable ass, the quivering thighs always wet with her juices all the way down to her sweet little chubby toes. An adorable little package he silently thanked the universe for bringing into his life.
"Hey sweet girl." He said gently, attempting to hold on to her as she bounced and wiggled against him.
"Welcome home Daddy." She said between peppering him with kisses, "I missed you all day."
"Uh huh, I can tell, pretty much like every day isn't it?" He accepted her greeting indulgently, she was a needy little thing and 8 hours was a long time to be without her Daddy. He took her by the shoulders and held her away from him as he felt wetness soaking into the front of his shirt. "Little cow you are getting me all wet, your shirt is already soaked! Let's get your evening milking done so we can have dinner."
She pouted up at him, "Can I have one more kiss first Daddy?"
He chuckled and shook his head but swept her body tight against his and kissed her until she was trembling. "How's that little girl?"
She grinned, looking dazed "Your kisses are the best!"
"Come on then silly girl." He led her out the back door, toward a tidy little red barn.
As soon as they stepped inside she stripped off her clothes, tossing them into a hamper by the door. He was waiting for her in a brightly lit stall, fiddling with a milking machine.
"Ready little cow?" He asked as she knelt and crawled into position. She mooed softly, talking wasn't allowed in the milking stall.
He latched a teat cup to each breast, making sure everything was positioned correctly to empty her swollen breasts as comfortably as possible. He switched on the machine and watched as milk began flowing through the clear hoses toward the stainless steel holding tank.
"Good girl." He patted her head and went to get a drink out of the small fridge he kept stocked with water and soda. He came back with a bottle of water, placing a straw in it before crouching down to offer her a drink. She sipped gratefully, making milk was thirsty work.
"I've been doing some reading about how to maximize production, I think I'll start implementing some of the techniques I'm seeing suggested. I'd love to see just how much milk we can get out of those juicy tits of yours."
She mooed at him, grinning, always willing to go along with his ideas.
He wandered off again, puttering around the barn while the milking machine did it's work. He came back to check on her, stopping to admire the sight of his voluptuous little cow, naked and hooked to a milking machine. His cock twitched, swelling, watching her ass gently sway as she rocked to the rhythm of the suction on her nipples. Her pussy lips were flushed and damp, just the way he liked them.
He crouched behind her and ran his hands over her ass, sending a shiver up her spine. "Spread your legs for me sweetness." She moved her knees apart and he cupped her slippery cunt in his hand, letting two fingers slip between her lips. He fingered her slowly, just enjoying the feel of her as he watched the flow of milk slow.
By the time the flow had stopped she was quivering and dripping around his fingers. He removed his fingers carefully and walked around to unhook her, pausing to let her lick his fingers clean.
She crawled out of the stall once she was unhooked and sat sipping her water while he cleaned the equipment and stored the milk they'd gathered.
"15 ounces! Nicely done!" He praised as he capped a bottle of creamy, white milk, "Let's go have dinner little cow."
