Author's note:
This is the second part of the "My first experience being milked" story. Since I spent a lot of pages setting up the story and introducing Hans and Annie in the first part, I decided to jump into the action from the start in the second part. I tried to find an editor, but no one responded.
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I looked down at the blonde head bobbing up and down and wondered how I could have been so lucky. My balls contracted and I let out a low moan as I filled Annie's mouth with my cum.
"Thanks honey. I really needed that," I said.
She licked my cockhead a few times and then wiped some cum off her chin with a finger and smiled at me. "You are welcome. I know things have been hard since we came back, but I am glad things are looking better."
She lay down next to me on the bed and snuggled in close. Her face was facing the window and her ass pushed against my cock. She was naked, Annie always slept naked. I cupped one of her breasts and slowly massaged it. She was warm and smooth, and so different than my ex wife. One of the reasons was that Annie was much younger, only twenty four, while my ex wife was close to fifty. I was forty five, but feeling like twenty five. Annie had that effect on me.
"You know that the big day is almost here," she said.
Christ, I thought, her birthday. I had tried not to think about it. Not that I don't love her, but she only wants one gift and that gift is something I don't like.
"Yeah, I know," I said.
"Are you nervous?"
"Not really, it won't be the first time."
She giggled, "No, it will be your third."
I let go of her boob and kissed her cheek, "What about a nice little cute puppy instead?"
She found my cock behind her and gave it a squeeze. "No, I want to milk you properly, and you promised you would let me."
I sighed and laid back again, letting her have her way with my cock, which grew hard again. Her ass felt very inviting so I adjusted my position and slid inside her wet pussy.
"Oh, that feels good, honey," she purred, and pressed herself harder against me.
I figured it was a good way to escape the inescapable, and grabbed her boob again while I fucked her from behind.
After showering together we sat down for breakfast. It was a sunny day in late October. We had been back in the states for about four and a half months. When we got home from the flight there was a letter waiting for me from my wife's lawyer where he said that she was going to sue for full custody of our son. The following months had been grueling, but now it was finally over. She had lost and I had the right to see him every other weekend. Then the bitch moved five hundred miles away, so it could only be ones every month. I didn't have the energy to go to court again, so I talked with my son and decided to do the best we could with the shitty situation. He is a mature fifteen year old, and one hell of a student.
During this time Annie had been a great support, not only emotionally but she had helped me with my construction business so I could work with my lawyer. She didn't know one thing about cement, wood, screws or nuts (pun intended), but she was a good administrator. My guys were a bit flirty with her in the beginning, but she handled that by telling them she was out of their league and she only had eyes for me. They sulked for a few days, but when they noticed she got more jobs for us, and therefore more income for them, they took her in as part of the gang. Annie was a great negotiator; she could talk a man into redoing his entire kitchen when he had just asked us for a cupboard.
I live in a University town somewhere in the middle of America. I wasn't born here, but moved to this town with my ex wife. She had been a professor at the University up until she moved away. It's a big place, I think there are some twenty thousand students and they leave their mark on our town. There are bars and burger joints on every street corner. In the summer you can walk down the street and enjoy watching coeds in tight t shirts not wearing any bras, and with long firm legs. I love it here.
"I'm going to that flea market today," said Annie, after we finished breakfast.
"Oh, OK. I thought you were coming with me to the office."
"No, you can handle it."
I put on a puppy face, and said. "But I will miss you."
She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "That's good, because it will be so much more fun when we see each other later."
We left at the same time, her on a bicycle and I in my truck. She would bicycle anywhere; I guess that's her Swedish part. Luckily, our town is flat like a pancake so it's easy to get around on a bike.
I met up with some customers in the morning and in the afternoon I spend time with my foreman going over new projects. It was hard to concentrate. Every hour that past brought me closer to the milking.
Annie loves to milk me. I have only done it twice and that was in Sweden when I first met her. I didn't know at the time that she had a fetish for it. It's not that it scares me. It's more that I don't like the feeling of having her finger up my butt. The sensation when she rubs my prostate is fantastic, but still it's not my thing. I love normal fucking, licking pussy and having my cock sucked. Maybe I am old school, but that's just the way I am.
When I drove up to the house I had rented I saw Annie standing outside talking to a man with a pick up.
"Hi honey, Tim here, was nice enough to drive me home with what I bought."
"No problem, have a nice day."
Tim got into his pick up and backed out. On the other side of the pick up stood Annie's bike and what looked like a table.
"Why did you buy a table, don't we have enough?" I said.
"It's not any kind of table, it's a portable massage table, and I bought it for us."
I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "That's why I love you. You always think about me, and now you can give me one of those Swedish massages every night."
She laughed, and said. "Not so fast. That table needs a bit of work, but when it's ready it will be my milking table."
I stepped away from her. "You're what?"
"Come here," she took my hand and pulled me along with her. When we stood beside it, she continued. "I will make a hole where your cock will hang down. I can sit on the floor under and just open my mouth and let your nectars drop down into my mouth."
"And who will make the hole, not me."
She picked up a bag next to her bike and opened it. "Roger was nice enough to show how to use this," she was holding an electric saw in her hand.
"Oh, I see. Well, while you play Bob the builder, I will be having a drink. See you later."
While I mixed a Gin Tonic in the kitchen I watched Annie working. Roger had been a good teacher. She was done by the time I had had my first sip. She folded the table and brought it with her.
"Make me one of those," she said when she walked into the kitchen. She had left the table in the hallway.
"How did it go?"
She drank some from her glass. "I'm very pleased; I think it will work great. You will find out tomorrow evening."
The following day was Annie's birthday. I had bought her a necklace and some clothes. I woke her up with breakfast in bed and sang happy birthday to her. Then we fucked and I left to work. She wanted to do some more work on her table she said.
After I finished work I went by a supermarket and bought some wine for the evening together with two steaks and a pre made salad. I had some potatoes at home; I would throw in the oven and make us baked potatoes. While I drove home, I thought about the table she was building and how much it meant to her to milk me. I thought it was an obsession, almost like an addiction. I had asked her where she got the need to do it from but she couldn't give me a straight answer. In the end she had put it down to control. She liked being in control of my orgasm, and she loved to suck the pre cum directly from my cock.
