Milking Time (for Tyy)

dragonrazor

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James Lindner had grown up working the farm of an old bull who used to treat everyone equally. The old bull was a workaholic, and he expected everyone else to be the same. When he died, his wife had taken over, and eventually, the heartbreak of her loss led to her daughter inheriting the farm. Now James worked for a tall, busty redhead named Mora. According to the rumors, she was a slut. Some said she was a whore as well, but James new better. She never asked those who slept with her for money or property, though many did give her such things willingly.

James only knew this because he'd watched many men and sometimes women come and go into and out of Mora's life. Most didn't last long. And through it all, he wondered why she didn't just resign herself to spinsterhood or something. Or put a sign out advertising herself. He shook his head as he moved bales of hay into the barn. He was starting to get tired of her ordering him around, he realized. And just when he was thinking that, he heard another shouted order. He groaned, as he slowly made his way out of the barn to check on the granary as she requested.

He ran a hand through his short brown hair, and then adjusted his glasses. He looked at the granary's contents, taking inventory. Then he sighed, walking slowly back to the house, grumbling. He stopped to take a deep breath, and watched Mora as she merely tanned herself out in the yard instead of doing any work. He muttered something about bitches needing to be put in their places, and then walked slowly up to her. "Is that everything, Miss Mora?"
 
Mora looked up from her magazine at James, the hired help. She kept him around for the help, and to run the farm during the low times between harvests. He was a good worker, and not hard on the eyes to be honest but her father had imparted some rules on her, and a big one was not to mix business and pleasure. It was a bit of a let down honestly, she wouldn't have minded giving him a special bonus under most circumstances.

"Be a doll and go get me something to drink will you?" she said dismissively. She reached down to adjust the tiny red bikini top that was straining to keep her assets in check. The damn things had decided to start making milk lately and her usually titanic breasts were actually starting to get bigger. It had been hard enough to find clothes that looked good and actually fit her before, now this.

It wasn't easy to find cowgirl clothes, especially ones that fit a busty curvy cowgirl. If she didn't find a solution to this soon she'd have to find a whole nother wardrobe and that wasn't something she wanted to do.
 
James nodded slowly, and walked into the house. Once inside, he shook his head, sighing. If he hadn't still needed the money, he probably would have been gone when the old bull's wife had died. It was hard working under a cowgirl who would have been better off on her knees taking it than owning a farm. She was starting to have trouble with her tops, he noted. Meant that, like most cowgirls, she was getting to the point where she'd need to be milked. That would mean she'd need to realize she needed a steady man in her life soon.

He made her a pitcher of iced tea, and poured some in a glass. Then he brought both out, setting the pitcher on a table near her and handing her the glass. He pondered her growing bustline, and mused at his chances of being the one to milk her. He smiled to himself, shaking his head at that thought. Yeah right. As if he could have ever gotten through her stubborn nature.

When she took the glass of tea, he bowed slightly. "Do you need anything else, Miss Mora?"
 
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Mora took the glass from James and sipped on it without acknowledging his presence. She shifted uncomfortably as the simple act of picking up a glass made her breasts strain against her top. Gods it was annoying she thought. For a moment she actually envied humans. No fur, no animalistic hassles, and most importantly, they only lactated when they had kids to take care of the problem.

She looked down at her chest then up at James, noticing that the hired help was checking her out. Mora was used to it, she was the hotest piece of ass in a hundred miles and she knew it. Then again there were maybe a thousand people within a hundred miles so it wasn't that huge of an accomplishment. She wiggled her shoulders a bit making her breasts sway gently and she groaned as it stretched her top again. Fucking lactating tits.
 
James considered for a moment, as Mora's simple movement to pick up the glass of iced tea made her clearly uncomfortable. He could see her annoyance on her face, but didn't know of the thoughts that were running through her head in addition to that. When she looked up at him, he tilted his head, looking into her eyes. When she wiggled her shoulders, making her breasts sway and groaning, he frowned, looking away. Then he cleared his throat.

"If you'd like, Miss Mora, I could go into town and see if they have any breast pumps. Unless you have another method you prefer for easing the strain. That must be pretty painful, after all." He himself could think of a few other ways to help her. A milking machine from Coldthorn Dairy, for instance. Or the old fashioned way, of milking them by hand. Or nursing them. Or fucking them until they spewed milk. Or killing two birds with one stone by spending all day or night fucking her hard from behind while squeezing and massaging her tits until the milk flowed.
 
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Mora glared at James, first for the pumps and second for the insinuation. Still, she couldn't fault his intiative so he'd keep his job another day. "No i don't want some fucking machine," Mora snapped. It was something so... impersonal about a machine doing it that made her skin crawl. "What's the matter James? Not man enough to take care of things yourself?"
 
James raised an eyebrow at her vehement, defensive manner. He considered her teasing for a moment, then walked around behind her, and leaned over, whispering in her ear. "Well, that was the next thing I was going to suggest. Are you okay with me doing so out here, or would you prefer to go inside?"

With that, his hands started massaging her shoulders for a moment, before sliding down and around. He squeezed her breasts gently, lifting them up before speaking again. "I should probably warn you, I'd much rather do this nude." He started whispering again. "With you begging me to fill you up inside with cum. If you're okay with that, don't say anything. Just strip down and get on your hands and knees."

Then he let go and stepped away, going inside long enough to grab another glass to pour himself some iced tea. Yes, he could tease back. But he'd decided there and then that by the end of the day, she'd be begging for him to fill her up and fuck her.
 
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Mora shivered as James reached around and grabbed her tits. That was something she wasn't used to. Not someone grabbing her tits, James was far, far, far from the first to do that. What she wasn't used to was someone being so forward. She was used to being the dominant one, the agressor in everything. To have someone just grab her like that, with the confidence, and to have it be James of all people left her confused and turned on, very turned on.

She didn't want a machine, that much she knew. She liked having her tits mauled but she prefered a personal touch. She'd been thinking of going out and finding one of her girlfriends to take care of her problem but...

She thought about James and... why not? She was still the boss though. She wasn't about to let him run the show. She got up and walked to her back porch where there was a nice lounge chair. She reached up and undid her top, letting both heavy breasts free before tossing it towards the back door and sitting down.
 
When James came out of the house, he expected one of two things. Either Mora to have not even moved, or for her to have done exactly as he'd told her to. He was a little surprised to find her sitting topless in a lounge chair on the porch. Until, of course, he remembered that she was usually the dominant force in her relationships. He watched her for a moment, smiling, as he realized she was a bit confused by not being completely in control. He walked over and set the glass down nearby. Then he shrugged out of his shirt, and dropped it in her field of vision.

He moved to sit nearby, and looked down at the busty redheaded cowgirl. Then he put both hands on her breasts, and started squeezing and massaging. He said nothing at first, as he kneaded the flesh of her swollen orbs. He just watched her for any sign of breaking as he milked her. When he finally spoke, it was quietly, but with an air of authority.

"You know, Miss Mora, you don't have to hold back on my account. You can go ahead and get completely naked if you want. In fact, if it would ease your conscience, I could do so as well. After all, you can't be too comfortable between your legs with all the sensation you're getting up in these, right?" With that, he tweaked her nipples, before returning to the massage. Then he moved to straddle her waist to give him easier access to her breasts. The result was that his hard, throbbing length was pressed hard into her belly, revealing that he wasn't that badly endowed for a human.
 
Mora saw James approaching out of the corner of her eye but made no move to acknowledge him. He was just a farm hand doing a job, and that was that. He didn't merit her attention. Her indifference couldn't really last though as he took her heavy breasts in his hands and started to squeeze them, massage them, try and coax her milk out.

When he suggested she get naked she just scoffed at him. "It'll take more than that to get me out of my panties. Besides," she glared. "This is milking, not sex."

She kept her face impassive even as he sat on her stomach, working her tits over. When he pressed his rather impressive, for a human 'He's no bull,' she thought, cock into her belly that got her attention. The feeling of a hard cock against her skin got her thinking all kinds of dirty things. When he tweaked her nipples she whined softly as the milking took on a new sexual element.
 
James smiled inwardly at Mora's attempts to avoid reacting. At her scoffed words, he just stared back at her. But her face soon changed, and when she whined, he nodded. He continued the massage of her breasts, tweaking her nipples every so often. Because of their positions, every time he kneaded her breasts, putting pressure on them, it caused his body to move up hers, his cock ground against her stomach, getting harder each time.

He looked down into her eyes, then suddenly leaned down, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. The kneading motion wouldn't be enough, he realized, so he decided to take the next step in trying to coax her milk from her breasts. He sucked hard on the nipple, nibbling on it while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.
 
That got her attention. Mora's whole body bucked up off the lounge chair momentarily lifting herself and James off of it. She might have been curvy but it covered a great deal of muscle. She looked down at her heavy breast where her farm hand was now latched onto her tit, suckling away.

She was about to admonish him, no fire him, when she felt her milk let down and the first spurt of thick rich cream issue from her nipple and pour into James' mouth.
 
James had seen Mora do a lot of stuff that would surprise someone who had never met her. Her strength was impressive. Still, when she almost fishtailed herself and him out of the lounge chair, he had to squeeze both of her breasts to keep from going flying. He looked back up into Mora's eyes as she looked down at him, then smiled as her breasts started to release their stored up milk. He let go of the nipple he had been suckling, and moved to the other one, starting to massage the previous breast again to force more milk out. He swallowed the mouthful he'd gotten before, and eagerly worked to free the milk from her other breast.
 
Mora couldn't suppress her lusty moan as James swallowed a mouthful of her milk and moved to her other breast, suckling it and taking even more of her cream. Her other tit had gotten started though and it wasn't going to stop. Drops of pearlescent fluid gathered atop the abonded nipple before dribbling down her massive mammaries.
 
James continued sucking on Mora's nipple, while his left hand squeezed and massaged her other breast, trying to force more milk out. Mora's loud, long moan made him grin around the nipple in his mouth, and he nipped gently at it, before sucking it hard. His fingers rolled the other nipple around, and he suddenly let go of the one in his mouth, and leaned up to speak. "So, Mora, how much do you think you have in these beautiful tits of yours? And do you think this might be easier if you were on your hands and knees, being taken from behind?"

He leaned in close, and whispered in her ear. "Would you like to find out, Miss Mora? Do you want to be fucked hard? To be pinned down and ravaged?"
 
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"A lot," was all Mora could moan. She really didn't know how much she had but it was likely half a gallon between her breasts, maybe more. Laying on her back would just dribble it all down her chest and make a horrible mess. She didn't want to give James the satisfaction of admitting that being fucked while milked sounded fun but it would be better to be milked on her knees.

"If I wanna be fucked, I'll find a man to do it," she said defiantly as she rolled over and got on her hands and knees. "Keep your cock to yourself, but keep milking."
 
James raised an eyebrow at that. The way Mora moaned a response to his first question got him harder, and as she turned around, defiantly telling him she'd find a man to fuck her if she wanted, he laughed. He leaned over her back and grabbed her breasts with both hands, continuing to knead and massage the flesh. At the same time, he ground his hard, throbbing length, which had grown considerably since they started, against her barely clothed pussy.

His hands moved over her tits, squeezing them, and slowly pressing from their base to her nipples. As the milk continued to leak and spray from her breasts, he got a bit rougher, to try to speed up the process. He also ground harder against her, stimulating her on both ends as he worked. He could feel the effects doing so had on her body, too, but she didn't seem quite ready to beg for him to take her yet.
 
Mora tried to stiffen her resolve as James kept milking her. She needed to be milked and doing it herself just didn't work, and she certainly didn't want some machine suckling on her tits but she hadn't counted on just how much of a fucking turn on it would be to have a man milking her tits like she was some mindless bovine. As he ground his cock against her pussy and ass Mora softly moo'd inspite of herself.
 
James smiled, hearing Mora's mooing moans escaping her throat. He continued the massage, working her breasts for long minutes, hours even. He kept squeezing and kneading the flesh of her massive mounds as the sun slowly sank past the horizon. All the while, he continued to grind against her, keeping her on the edge of a rising wave of pleasure. As the flow of milk stopped, he slowed down. Then, suddenly, he pulled away, letting her breasts fall free. He moved away, and took the glass of tea he'd poured earlier, and started sipping at it as he sank onto the steps of the porch.

"There you go, Miss Mora. All done. Do you feel better now?" He was counting on the fact that she was feeling a need for a different kind of pleasure now.
 
Mora's arms collapsed and she fell forward on the lounge chair, utterly spent. Her breasts were empty, thank the almighty. Half an hour of James grinding his cock against her ass and pulling on her tits while she was on her hands and knees had left her screaming horny. Her pussy was soaking wet and the only relief in sight aside from the toys in her nightstand was sitting right next to her.

"This is your fucking bonus for the year," Mora moaned as she reached back and pulled her bikini bottoms down her thighs to her knees. She spread her knees and reached back to spread her lips. "Come and get me."
 
James raised an eyebrow as he watched Mora strip down her bikini bottoms. Her moaned, lusty words made him smile, and he ran a hand down the inside of one of her thighs, then up the other. He looked down at her as she laid there, tail in the air and breasts mashed against the lounge. Then he leaned forward, and ran his tongue up and down her completely soaked pussy. He could feel the shiver on his tongue as she reacted, and brought both hands up to her arse. He squeezed hard, then massaged her arse as he started to hungrily devour her juices.
 
Mora didn't stiffle this moo, letting her long moan/moo rumble out of her chest as her tail flicked across James' face. Her little ranch hand was surprising her by not just fucking her when she asked for it. Instead he was taking the time to eat her pussy. She reached between her and the lounge to grab her tits and squeezing her tits, eeking out a few more drops of milk.
 
James kept lashing his tongue over Mora's inviting folds, delving it into her. He nibbled at her lips, rolled his tongue around her clit, and continued to work his hands on the flesh of her arse as he listened to her mooing moans. He could tell he'd surprised her, and intended to keep her on edge for a while. He circled her clit with his tongue, and sucked it into his mouth. Then he moved one hand down, and slid two fingers inside her, wiggling them around. He wanted her to be begging for him. Considering everything she put him through on a daily basis, this was just punishment, and reward.

He kept up the wiggling of his fingers for a few moments, then started moving them in and out of Mora's wet pussy. He sucked harder on her clit, then started nipping at it gently. When he finally let go of it, he smiled, and spoke softly. "Well, I'd say you are definitely ready to be fucked, aren't you, Miss Mora? But I don't think I'm quite ready to fuck you yet. And I have to say I think I want to make you cum a few times more before I give you what you want. So how about you lay down on your back, and suck my cock while I eat your pussy some more." It wasn't really a question, as he stood up and dropped his pants and boxers.
 
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James was working her pussy with surprising ability. Some of her girlfriends didn't know what to do with a cunt as well as her farm hand did. She just might have to re-evaluate her position on not fucking the hired help, on a regular basis at least. When he sugggested that they 69 she didn't hesitate to agree. She wanted his mouth on her pussy and if that meant she sucked his cock down... well she'd show him that she'd earned her reputation.

She took her time but she got herself laying back on the lounge quickly, spreading her legs and beckoning him in with an open mouth.
 
James smiled, letting Mora get herself into position. He climbed up atop her, positioning his cock for her to wrap her lips around as he wrapped his arms around her thighs. He started hungrily devouring her pussy again, using one hand to gently stroke her tail as he stroked the other one over her thigh. The moment her lips touched his length, his smile widened, and he pushed his hips down, sliding it slowly in over her tongue right as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
 
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