Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
MINDY
For the second day in a row, I woke up to the scent of the forest. Warm and woody. With a thick arm holding me across my midsection. Only today, I was excited to see him.
I moved my arm and groaned in pain. My breasts were huge and painful to touch.
“It seems my sweet Mindy-Moo needs milking.” Genmor’s deep voice made my pussy gush.
“What happened yesterday?” I turned my head to see him. “How did I get here?”
“You passed out from pleasure with a belly full of sweet cream.” His large hand spanned my abdomen before he moved it to cup my pussy. “Still wet.”
“What’s the sweet smell? I can smell you, but there’s something else there.” I groaned as his finger plumbed in and out.
“You were given a bath and tucked in bed beside me.” He added another finger. “The hormones have worked wonders on you.”
I threw my leg up over his body, giving him more room to finger me. “My bre … udders hurt.”
“They are filled with milk.” His thumb batted my swollen clit. “Are you ready to see your milking room?”
“Will that take the pain away?” I panted feeling the start of an orgasm.
“It will.” He chuckled and pulled his fingers out before I could come.
“But …”
“Come, little moo, it is time for you to be milked.” He bounced from the bed, which shook me, causing more pain.
“Ouch!” I struggled to get up, and when I finally moved off the bed and saw myself in a mirror, I understood why. “My body … it’s so …”
“Plushy.” He came over and wrapped his arms around my middle. “Soft and cushy, milky and …” his hand moved down cupping me. “Juicy.”
My thighs felt wet. And I noticed a white bead hanging from my nipple. “Am I really full of milk?”
“Yes, my pet, now come.” He swatted my ass playfully. “It is time to milk you. Then you will milk me.”
I followed him to the other side of the room, where he opened a door to a beautifully decorated milking stall.
“You have two choices for your sweet slit. The stool or my face.” His voice dropped an octave, and I gushed. “You can suck on me or if you’d prefer a shake, that can be arranged.” He led me over and placed me in position.
His hands worked swiftly attaching the pumps to my sensitive teats.
“What are your choices?” He lifted my chin to lock eyes with me.
“You.” I shivered. “And your face.”
The smile that spread across his face gave me goosebumps. I watched with tingling anticipation as he reached over my shoulder, taking something that resembled a remote before he settled into place.
His cock stood proudly and I reached over to hold him.
“Use your thumbs as Mitzi showed you.”
I massaged around his crown, trembling from his moan. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that.” He pressed a button, and the milker came to life.
“Oh my gawd!” I squealed, and my toes curled painfully. “This … feels … like …” All I could do was pant.
With precise rhythm, the machine pulled one side and then the other. Then my world crashed as I felt Genmor’s tongue wrap around my clit and suck.
My thighs trembled and my hips lowered, then his tongue pushed inside me and I felt the floodgates open.
I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking as I massaged his crown, pulling him to my mouth. His sticky-sweet pre-cum stuck to my tongue. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
Hunger was a feeling I knew well, but this wasn’t that hunger. This hunger craved carnal acts, and wouldn’t be satisfied until I couldn’t walk.
My brain was overwhelmed trying to focus on all the wonderful feelings at once. In my periphery, I saw the creamy white milk flowing through the tubes, and my core clenched knowing I made that.
My milk would be used to make delicious treats for Gen. It would feed others. Nourish them.
And I felt like I had a place to belong.
I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking on his face, and by the way his hands held me, I knew he didn’t want me to.
Driving my tongue into his slit, I swirled it around, trying to scoop out as much as I could. My thumbs started in the middle and massaged out before moving back in the middle, and his moans vibrated through my body.
Lifting my head, I let out a moan and rubbed my cheek against his silky skin on his cock. “Gen! Oh, Genmor!”
As I crested, I felt his tongue lapping all over my pussy, and each swipe gave me aftershocks. I lapped at his slit, then wrapped my lips around the tip, suckling in time to the machine.
Gen reached up and cupped my cheek, then slid out from beneath me. “Your milking is complete.”
“Mm.” I relaxed as the machine stopped. “Your turn.”
Genmor
Her nectar coated my fur, and I knew she was always meant to be mine. Her innocence wasn’t lost on me.
I could train her to be what we both needed.
I detached the milkers and chuckled as she checked out her elongated teats.
“When it is time for your next milking I will collect it as my dessert.”
Mindy’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, and I watched in captivation as she lifted a wet fingertip to her mouth.
“It tastes like Mitzi’s.” She moaned. “I think I’m going to like drinking milk!”
“I am eager to taste you later.” Holding out my hand, she accepted. “Come. I need to be milked.”
“Hopefully I learned enough from Mitzi.”
“Little one, you have been a joy so far.” We made our way to my milking room. “In our experience many from your race are closed minded and cannot share. Or be comfortable being taught.”
She sighed. “I think that comes from many not knowing how to learn things and being treated like poo that they resist any form of change.”
“But not you.” I opened the door.
“Being here was scary. Finding out I was competing to be a servant seemed kind of yucky. And then meeting all the different races? That was overwhelming.” She lifted my hand and rubbed it against her cheek. “You looked at me differently. I feel safe and feel like I belong here. With you.”
“You do, my pet.” I cupped her face and brushed a kiss over her lips. “The table behind me has many implements if you’d like to choose one to play with.”
She gave me a shy smile and nodded.
I climbed up and stretched out. A moment later I felt her climb on top of me. Her tiny hands worked the muscles on my back while I felt the moist heat from her core.
No one had ever massaged me like this, and I found it intriguing. She moved her hands around, and the tension I felt melted away.
Then she turned around and gave my buttocks and legs the same treatment. Her body soaked mine, and I loved it.
Now I understood why my father preferred his females from Earth.
I felt her heavy udders press against my body, and something cold traced the slit between my cheeks. Mindy pressed a kiss at the top and then pushed the item between.
From the feeling and the raised bumps, I knew instantly it was the new Seeker 5K that the toy-maker Levee had developed. The reviews raved about its glass design working with your body, which had me curious.
Mindy gently pushed it inside me, and I felt it hit a place that made my cock jump and drool.
“Mm, my sweet moo, that was an excellent choice.” I took a deep breath. “Are you attaching it …” My cheeks clenched as it vibrated within me. “I see you figured that part out.”
“Does it feel good, Sir?” She climbed from me and crawled beneath the table.
“Very.” My cock jumped again. “I am ready to be milked, Mindy-Moo.”
“Yes, Sir.” She bit her bottom lip and moved into position. “From your base, to the tip.”
“O-o-o-o-o-o, yes.” I let my eyes close and focused on the feeling of her hands outside my body and the glass nubs inside.
Her hands perfectly executed the way Mitzi had showed her.
The first time she milked me, she was completely new to our way of life. And now, after one lesson, she proved to be an eager student.
Her hands gripped me tight and rubbed down my length, then moved seamlessly back up again and again. She paused to focus on my base, then worked her magic hands down my shaft. When she came to my head, she took care to massage, teased my slit, then fell into a hand-over-hand routine.
The glass toy inside me twisted and fucked my tight hole, tapping on the pleasure center that made my cock bounce and dance.
Her hands ran over my tip, and she used my cum to glide her hands over me. I couldn’t control my body, and my hips moved, meeting her touches and the toy’s plunges.
This must have been how it felt to be milked by the machine while I buried my face in her phessom.
Hot breath puffed from my nostrils, and every muscle in my body tensed. “Yes, my Mindy-Moo!” I panted. “Milk me harder!”
She tightened her grasp and moved her hands faster. “Like this?”
“Yes. Yes.” My breathing hitched, and I ached for the toy to fuck me faster. “Mm, yes!”
“Are you ready to fill my pail?” Her voice almost purred with confidence.
“Yes-s-s-s-s.” I hissed and felt her hold tighten on my cock.
When the first blast came, she caught it in the bucket and continued to milk me without slowing down. My cheeks tightened and held the toy in place, and a deep lowing came from my chest.
My sweet milkmaid slowed her strokes, and the toy stopped moving. I felt spent, but I wanted more.
“I didn’t miss a drop.” Her soft voice pulled me back from oblivion.
“That’s my good girl.” I drew in a deep breath and fell asleep on the table.