The Milking Farm

 The Milking Farm

“The milking farm welcomes you! Rise and shine!” Calling out from the big red barn, I adjusted my mini overalls.  I tilted my straw hat at my favorite pet, winking cartoonishly, “I hope you got plenty of rest. You’ll need it.” The mummified wrap in front of me let out a squel as I grinned.

Phil was as snug as a bug in a rug. Except he was not a bug, he was a grown man, and he was not in a rug. He is bound in latex sheets and duct tape like a mummy. My grin spread even wider as I took out the buck knife from its place on my hip and proceeded to open my present. Cutting away the material, I got giddier and giddier. Phil was clad in a cow print bikini with matching ears and a giant butt plug tail. His cock was locked in a cute little pink cage. It began to leak profusely onto the floor of the barn, “I’m so glad you’ve chosen to stay with us, Phil. Consider this your first official welcome to The Milking Farm.”

His rubber cow mask bobbed up and down excitedly, “MOOOOOOOO!”

A hotel experience unlike any other.

Finishing up, I strapped Phil down, wiped my forehead, and stood back to admire my work. Strapping him down on all fours with his legs spread wide wasn’t easy work, and I was happy to do it. Checking all the thick leather straps and buckles over again, I nodded in satisfaction, “I was so happy to hear you already extended your stay! I’m glad my tour of The Milking Farm left such an impression on you. It usually does.” I added teasingly, stroking my hand down Phil’s side as I pulled the key out from between my breasts. Phil let out a sqeal of excitment. He knew exactly what wonders this key would unlock and could likely smell my excitment in the air.

I stomped heavy steps in my cowgirl boots to a big wooden chest by the stable, I liked watching Phil flinch everytime my feet thudded on the ground. I wanted to make sure to get them extra sweaty for when I had him worship my toes later. Letting out a laugh, I practically skipped to the chest as I unlocked it. I greedily grabbed the square shapped box as I pressed the green button, my pussy dripping as the milking machine wirled to life.

The Milking Farm famous milking machine

The milking machine consisted of a thick rubber tongue and noddles all along the inside. It had little drains that pulses out a gel like substance and a tube at the end that made sucking noises. Once the machine ia attched to a cock, it wouldn’t stop pumping until all cum was drained into a big bag on the end. One bag was for gel that was reused for each one of my “cows” and the other was for “milk”. It was the perfect set up that resulted in fast milking and easy collecting. Also it was so delicious watching their balls deflat as I drained them dry, writhing in overstimulation. There was nothing like watching someone experience the joy of The Milking Farm for the very first time.

Using the same key, I unlocked Phil’s cage and began strapping his cock in the mouth of the machine. My eyes grew wide, and even though I couldn’t see Phil’s face, I could FEEL his excitement. His cock almost instantly ballooned, hard and throbbing as I slid the whole length down the wet opening. The machine instatly began sucking, a loud, wet, and obcene sound. My clit grew, and my folds steadily dripped liquid as I unclipped my overalls, dropping them to the ground.

I hope you’re hungry to be fed at The Milking Farm

I greedily rubbed my pussy as I watched the machine work, Phil’s balls tightening and throbbing. Phil thrashing and all tied up was such an exquisite sight to see. His muffled moans filled my ears like sweet love songs.

My eyes followed a thick jet of cum that shot through the tube and slightly inflated the bag.

“First one down and many more to cum!” Moaning, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own joke. Two of my fingers easily went inside my pussy as I reached up into Phil’s rubber mask, “Suck.”

He sloppily cleaned my fingers of pussy juice, and I sighed in pure bliss.  He let out a throaty groan, spit sliding between my fingers. Pulling my hand back, I grabbed the cow mask and pulled it off, “Confide in your mistress.”

“I love you, Mistress Ava!”

Laughing, I turned around so my belly pressed into the cool barn floor. Then I backed up to press my pussy right into his hungry mouth, “Don’t say that..Or you might end up plugged up tight just for me.”

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