Mandy's Milk - Sex Stories

Mandy's Milk

... asked to return to the milking room. Even though she had been in a c*** for nearly a week, she was well overdo for her thrice-daily milkings and the over inflated throbbing in her breast was unbearable. Brandon held Mandy vertical while her father grabbed a sheet off the bed and together the two men and the medical team guided her to the milking barn. Nobody knew what would happen but at least there was an entourage to be sure she was not abandoned in the infirmary yet again. Brandon quickly went to the control booth to monitor the process while her Father opened the gate and allowed her to crawl between the ever-changing queue of heifers waiting to be milked. She trudged forward on all fours and noticed what a fine job the maintenance staff had done cleaning the floors and removing the excess manure from the walls. She remembered how dirty the walls were and how thick the floors were with mud and thought that she may want to increase the cleaning crew to twice a week instead of just once on Saturday morning. She was trying to keep a safe distance between the cows immediately in front and behind her as she entered the switching gate, she was remarkably transferred to milking stall Number One and could only pray that this time went better then the last. Upon entering the stall the gate swung closed behind her and her head was trapped between the bars around her neck. She began to panic as she was once again locked into the milking stall. The computer scanned her RF Tag, ...

... verified it matched her leather collar and photographed her tattooed cheek to make sure the company logo was intact and the number on her ass matched the rest. The machine detected that her head harness was removed and quickly reattached a new harness and metal bit over her head and through her mouth. Like the first harness, this one was riveted closed and prevented any speech from escaping her mouth. A red rubber nipple was presented to her face and she began suckling the precious nutrients as the silver suction devices attached to her over engorged teats. Her mind was quickly over taken with erotic thoughts as the feeding nipple reminded her of a time long ago when she was sucking Brandon’s penis after they snuck away to the woods behind the large farm estate. She envisioned his strong hands pulling and massaging her breasts as they gently spurted litre after litre from her elongated nipples. She kept her legs spread wide hoping the cool breeze through the barn would help reduce the stimulation to her clit. It took every last remaining cell of her mind to not reach up and begin fondling her pussy with her partially cloven hands knowing that nearly a dozen men had joined her father in the control booth to monitor the session. She had recently endured so many humiliations; she had no intention of masturbating herself to a much needed and long overdue orgasm in front of so many watchful eyes. The lack of a regular milking had caused the session to go into overtime. Normally the ...