The Ravaged Beast - Sex Stories

The Ravaged Beast

... looked at the others.
“I gotta do it, might as well get it done,” he said with a shrug, and carried on.
Jack walked into the stable, that looked like a line of efficiency hostel rooms, he found hers at the end of the hall. Victoria written on the door. He gave a low knock before he turned the knob. Victoria wondered who was bothering her, and before she could respond, he cane in.
Jack was a bit surprised, he had never been in one of the cows rooms before. There was a small kitchenette in the room, a chair, love seat, she watched TV in the chair, a bed off to the side, near what looked like what he could tell was a bathroom, through the open door. He noticed something on the chair; the milking device.
Victoria was a bit shocked to see Jack, this tall, lanky looking, ginger guy. He was shocked to see her; dark brown and black fur and skin, purple polish on her manicures hoofs. Her tail swished beside her, her belly doubled slightly by the way she sat, and covered the top of her acid washed short shorts. She held a TV remote in one hand, her pouty lips hung open slightly, big brown eyes stared in awe. Then he saw her breasts; they were so swollen, he could see the tension in the skin, even as they seemed to rest on her stomach, and were near perfectly round, and pulled at her dark pink areola.
He snapped and thought how they were right; she really needed to be milked. She watched him stand there in green coveralls that hid his cock that threatened an erection. He moved ...

... quick.
“I was told you liked these.” He handed her the bouquet.
“Yeah,” was all she mustered.
He handed them to her, she sniffed it, and took a bite. Before she knew it, Jack had moved to start applying the pumps to her breasts. Her eyes narrowed, she sat the plants down and smacked his hand away.
“What are you doing,” she snapped.
Jack was taken back, the other cows aren’t like this. She stood up and he found she was one of the larger ones, nearly eye level with his six two frame.
“D-doing muh job, Vicky,” he replied.
“Do it somewhere else! Trying to butter me up,” she said as chewed plants sprayed from her mouth.
He looked dumbfounded.
“It’s Victoria, and you can get!”
She caught him off guard when she stepped towards him and shoved him. He grabbed her chest in his hands, squeezed them together as he tried to stop himself from the fall. Victoria sucked in air and grunted from the pain, her face contorted, her large and long swollen nipples stung. He almost pulled her down with him.
“Fuck, that hurts,” she cried.
She stepped forward to brace herself, it all happened so fast. Her expression started to weaken when the pressure relieved. Jack felt her breasts start to give some, right before two heavy streams of milk sprayed him in the shoulders. Her body shook and her knees buckled, they both went down as she let out a moan that sounded like a moo. When she caught herself, one nipple hit him in the face. Jack had a taste of her sweet warm milk, she hovered over him and ...