Mandy's Milk - Sex Stories

Mandy's Milk

... father had made from the salvaged parts of Station One. The rusted bars were sanded smooth and powder coated with a fresh layer of her favorite shade of pink. The floors were coated in thick soft rubber tiles so she would not slip and her knees would not ache after milking. The clean rubberized tiles were easy to hose down and disinfect and she would no longer be f***ed to trudge through the path of mud and cow dung. The walls were dry walled and painted in natural hues that looked more at place inside the house then in the white sterile interiors of the milk house. The windows let in plenty of natural light and were covered in matching curtains to help set off the décor. There was a small sitting table in the corner and a couple of comfortable padded chairs so her father or boyfriend could be comfortable while she endured her daily schedule. There were multiple flat screens and a large button keyboard at the front of the milking station so she could watch TV or work on the computer. Instead of the sliding horizontal and vertical bars that tightly gripped her ...

... neck and kept her immobile, there was a large padded shelf that would help suspend her weight off her arms so she could rest her arms or operate the computer. The changes to the cell would allow her to do other things while she stood motionless as the robotic machine helped relieve her swollen breasts. Ordinarily she would spend three to four hours a day locked in the milking stall with nothing to do. But her private milking room would allow her many different options to entertain herself during her daily ritual. Her anger with her father with building the secret storage room immediately went away as she hugged them both and quickly crawled into Good Ole Station One for it’s inaugural test run. As the machine engaged her breasts, Brandon handed her a large traditional country breakfast that would soon make her stomach as full as her breasts had been. As she looked around her new addition she knew that this would be her life and despite the challenges and tough times ahead, she knew she was home and she knew her new f****y would always be there for her. The End.