Bbw Milking Novels & Stories

I announced right after we arrived at the cowshed. “Oh my God, do they bite?” One of the ladies asked. “No, and our staff will be with you the whole time, so you have nothing to be worried about, my lady.” I smiled at her. “So we just have to squeeze their boobs?” Nia asked, staring at me flirtatiously. “Exactly, Miss Miller.” I forced a smile. After explaining the rules of the game, they all set to work while I walked around, supervising them. Some of these ladies have never been in a barn, let alone milked a cow. It was funny seeing them try to do it.

The excessive flow refused to slow. They brought out the breast pump they had bought specifically for this. Emma was laid back on the crib mattress in the corner, legs spread wide. Marcus worked his cock into her ass while Jax slid into her pussy, double-penetrating her as the pump’s flanges sealed over both nipples. The machine hummed to life on high, pulling strong, steady streams of milk into the collection bottles. Emma cried out in overwhelmed pleasure, body shaking as the men fucked her in perfect sync.

"I can get you another drink, if you want?" "No, it's okay. I should probably go to the nursery and, uh, use that Goddess-forsaken breast pump again. It's basically what they use on cows, you know. That's what I am. A dairy cow. I hate to pump and dump and waste this liquid gold, but the babies have enough to last them for the night, and I have been drinking." "From breeder to feeder," Myla uttered dramatically, and I almost choked on what little remained of my champagne.

“Look at this leaking cow taking all our seed.” “Her udders are going to swell even more with all this cum inside her.” “Such a good little milk factory. Moo while I breed you.” I mooed loudly with every thrust, my voice hoarse and broken. Cum leaked from my pussy in thick white rivers, mixing with my milk in the trough below. The machine never stopped draining my tits.

Carefully, he began to milk one of the cows, showing me the smooth and constant movement of his hands. "Giulia, the key to milking is to have a firm but kind hand," explained Bernardo. "You need to gently caress the ubre to stimulate the flow of milk and then apply pressure with your fingers to extract the milk. It's a process that requires patience and practice." I took the bucket carefully and started milking the cow, imitating Bernardo's movements. At first, it was clumsy and some splashes of milk ended up hitting my face, which made us laugh.

Callina says quickly she doesn't want to stop her flow completely. "Try and give the girls the breast milk in their bottles, it'll get them used to the taste and help with Millies condition," David says as final advice for today, the session was over, this might be one of the strangest families he ever seen, but he got to admit, they got him interstate.

The camera zoomed in mercilessly, capturing every bulge in her neck and the way her eyes rolled back. At the same time, Ronan slammed balls-deep into her pussy from behind with zero warning. The wet, filthy squelch of her soaked cunt being brutally stretched echoed through the room. He fucked her with punishing force, his heavy balls slapping loudly against her clit. “Fuck, this traitor cunt is gripping me so hard,” he groaned. Kai grabbed her swinging tits, twisting her nipples hard until thin white streams of milk sprayed out in arcs, which the cameras caught in crystal-clear slow motion. “These fat milking udders are perfect for content,” he laughed, slapping her breasts hard enough to ma

In the center: a thick black leather collar with a silver padlock engraved “V’s.” My breath caught. “Strip, little niece.” I obeyed, shirt pooling at my feet. He buckled the collar around my neck—heavy, possessive, the lock clicking shut. A leash attached. “On the table.” The milking table had holes for breasts and a padded cradle for hips. He positioned me face down, breasts hanging through, legs spread and strapped wide. My collared neck was tethered to the front, immobilizing me completely. He circled, trailing a flogger’s tails over my skin.

“I’m… I’m your milky mommy—milk me! Ahhhhn!” He squeezed again and again, pulsing his hands in perfect time with his sucking, drawing out thick jets that splashed noisily into the mug. Milk flowed endlessly from both sides as he drank greedily and milked the other with firm, practiced strokes. “That’s it, pump it all out for me,” he muttered around my nipple, voice muffled and thick. “Fill my coffee with your sweet mommy milk like the filthy leaking whore you are. Fuck, you’re gushing so much.”

The double filling made me feel so full, so dirty, but so good. Beatrice and Ruth kept the suckling going, their mouths working together like they had done this before. They squeezed the bases of my tits with their hands, milking me like a cow, white streams shooting into their mouths. Some milk escaped their lips, running down their chins and onto their habits.