Chapter 4: Tools of the Trade
As much as Kelly would have loved to spend her first day worshipping the fat black length of Darlin's cock, before she could truely begin her new job as a proper MilkMaid, she had to be trained. So, after cleaning up a bit and changing into the cute little milkmaid outfit that was commonplace at MilkTitty farms, Kelly skipped happily down to the milking barn where Honey, the incredibly sexy farmer's wife was already instructing a group of first year milkers.
"This is your milking station girls." Honey began. She was wearing a red and white checkered half top, tied in front to contain her giant titties and not another stitch, her big beautiful cock-slab hanging lewdly between her thighs almost to her knees and glistening with wetness; Kelly could only guess who's bottom had recently been wrapped around it.
The milking station was a small enclosure not all that unsimilar to a horses stall, with a grey marble floor and a tiny wading pool in the center. Beside the pool was a padded stool and a couple of large containers that looked like they could contain a few gallons of cream each.
"Now if I could have a volunteer. Ill show you ladies how your equipment works and the proper way to handle one of our beloved milkers." Honey continued, undoing her top and letting it fall to the ground as she kicked it away and freed her naked body for all to see; a set of big beautiful peaches and cream udders of her own bouncing atop her chest, and two fat fist sized nipples just begging to be milked atop them.
"How bout you there cutie pie." Honey said with a horny little wink and lip licking smile in Kelly's direction. "From what I hear, you've already made quite the impression on our lovely Darlin. You're gonna have your hands full with that little cream machine. Best get started practicing right away."
Kelly blushed as she stepped forth and the other girls made way for her. She had only just left Darlin, but word seemed to travel fast at MilkTitty farms. Using her wet little hole and fuck crazed horniness she'd managed to attract the attentions of her long lusted after bull girl, but if she could impress Honey as well, her place as a preferred milker at MilkTitty would be ensured for as long as she liked.
"How shall I,,,, Or rather. What do I do first Ma'am?" Kelly asked. "Don't we need a bull girl?"
Honey just smiled as she stepped into the wading pool and brought her hands up to her large luscious tits. She pinched both her fat pink nipples between her thumb and forefingers and the girls watched as long wet rivers of milk flowed from between her fingers and down her naked body into the pool at her feet. "Mmmmmooooooooo." She teased, and Kelly giggled as she stepped to the edge of the pool ready to begin.
"First things first sweetie." Honey instructed, her eyes glancing down to some equipment beside the pool. "As you well know, all of our little bull girls are big dicked fuckers. Darlin in particular is a major hand full at times. If she had her way she'd spend all her time beating down pink little milk maid puckers like yours, and never bother getting milked at all."
"When you ladies are on duty, its up to you to take charge of our horny little bulls. To ensure they obey you, you'll have to harness them. They've all been trained from day one that while they wear their harness, they are to obey and be the submissive. Once you get them into it, they'll be puddy in your hands." Honey said with a smile.
Kelly followed the lovely redhead's gaze to a soft black leather bunch of straps and little chrome rings. She picked it up and inspected it. It was similar to a kinky bondage harness, designed to fit around the bull girl's big juicy titties, neck, buns, and cock. The straps covered nothing of course, and lifted and separated pretty bull ass and titties. At a nod from Honey she lowered the outfit and held open the straps so Honey could step in and allow her milkmaid to dress her in the kinky fetish wear.
Tightening the straps in place, Kelly adjusted them so that Honey's cheeks were well parted and her large luscious titties lifted up and poised for proper handling. Beneath her dress her dick was growing fatter by the second, and Honey's own cock was large and throbbing as well, the tip dribbling with wet beeds of hot pre-cum.
Kelly was kneeling, her face alongside Honey's gorgeous dick, and as she tightened the last straps at the farm misstress's curvy hips, she couldn't resist the urge to draw her tongue up along the fat pinkish-tan shank of the beautiful dick before her.