Well with the holidays over it's back to business as usual.
Danica said I'd be working with a friend of hers. Millie was her name. After a bit of information, I learned she lived about an hour away on a farm. When I asked why she didn't work in the office, I was only told, "she isn't comfortable around other people" and "she can't go down stairs" weird. So this weekend I was to go to her house and do whatever she needed me to do.
The drive to the countryside was nice, the hustle and bustle of the noisy city faded into rolling green hills and golden farmland. The highway I took faded to a long double Lane Road leading to nowhere. My GPS led me to an offroad and eventually towards the farmhouse.
It was an old plantation home, painted pearly white, two stories with a wrap-around porch. A big red barn was beset behind it.
I pulled into the driveway, where only one other car sat motionlessly.
I read the signage on the front of the house, 8008 Milford drive. This was the place. I walked up the stairs leading to the porch. It was a covered porch, with several sets of tasteful wooden furniture strewn about.
I knocked on the door and I waited. And waited, and waited some more. After a while I left the porch and started walking around, to see if I could find anyone. It seemed barren for such a large estate. I walked by the barn and heard a peculiar noise.
Moaning.
Curiosity and cats. I walked towards the large red-painted barn and made my way toward the side entrance. I opened the creaky door and made my way inside. The building was lit by hanging lights.i The hay-covered floor was barren, not an animal in sight. I continued my way towards the female moans at the back of the barn. There was a relatively modern-looking shed within the building nestled in the back corner. A fancy looking for was cracked open, with bright led lights shining out of it. I crept forward and took a peek.
Holy hell.
Inside of the room was a futuristic-looking machine with pipes and tubing connected to several metallic jugs. Two tubes filled with white liquid were connected to a woman. She was short with a head of ebon black hair with two curly horns peeking out on top. She had big, green doe eyes that were currently rolled into the back of her head. She had massive breasts with two suction cups placed on her nipples, sucking out what appeared to be milk. A long, thin cow tail flicked out right above her fat ass. A hand was between her thighs, furiously pumping in and out of her furry muff.
If she noticed me she didn't care. Her fingers were deep inside of herself, her other hand was busy rolling on her clit, maximizing her pleasure. Her chunky body shook and jiggled as she pounded her fingers into herself. The whole erotic display was accompanied by the sweet smell of vanilla.
She let out a low, loud moan that almost sounded like a cute 'moo'. As she did, her whole body began to tense up and shudder, a gush of white milk bursted into the suction pipes. Her pussy began leaking before a blast of juices shot out of her in a pressurized wave. She slumped against the wall, breathing hard.
That was certainly something.
"Well don't be a stranger," she said in a deep southern accent. "Come on in, seems you already made yourself at home."
I swallowed and opened the door. She leaned forward. "Mind helping a gal out with this Milker?" she gestured to the suction cups on her tits. I walked forward and looked at it. There was a tiny lever on the cup itself, I flicked it. With a pop, it fell off the woman. I repeated the action on the next one.
"Thank ya darlin, mind running this ointment on em? Helps with the chafing." she handed me a jar of viscous liquid. I opened the Tin lid and took a scoop of the liquid in my fingers. It warmed to my touch. I slowly spread the stuff over the woman's pink areolas, she moaned the entire time.
Hot.
After I coated her puffy nipples in the gel she shuddered and perked up.
"Thank ya kindly stranger. Now, two questions. Did ya enjoy the show? And who the hell are ya?"
"Uh, my name is Micheal, and I did enjoy it."
"Oh! You're the one Danni told me about. Said ya could help me out with some product testing. I'm Millie by the by."
"I guess, wasn't really told what I was gonna be doing out here, do you want to put on some clothes?"
"Psh, what good are clothes for, just gets in the way, 'sides, ain't no one around here to see my fine ass."
"A fine ass indeed."
"Real charmer huh? Anyway, yer company has me testing out something that makes me make tons of milk."
"I can see that. Where do I come in?"
"Heh, you'll find out where you come in." she giggled to herself. "Well, the eggheads have a theory. Normal cows produce more milk when they're ovulating and being bred."
"Uh-huh"
"And way Dannica tells me, you got a certain penchant for the weird and the wicked."
"I think I see where this is going."
"Smart kid, so for the next couple days, you N me are gonna be a breeding pair, such to say."
"But what if I knock you up?"
