Feeding the Farm Hands: Lactation Fantasy Human Dairy Cow Milking Sex
When Daisy takes a job on a farm, Farmer Jones slips her a potion to induce lactation. He plans to turn her into a human dairy cow so she can feed the farm hands using her full, ripe breasts! This 5,600 word milking sex fantasy is dripping with forced lactation, a milking machine, a humiliated human dairy cow and the rough gangbang of a buxom brunette by a group of thirsty farm hands. More
After losing her job, Daisy is evicted from her apartment in the city. Desperate for work, she accepts a live-in position on a dairy farm, where she expects to spend her days scrambling eggs, making pots of chili and washing dishes.
But Farmer Jones has something else in mind for the young, buxom brunette. After slipping Daisy a special potion to induce lactation, he plans to turn her into a human dairy cow so she can feed the farm hands using her full, ripe breasts!
WARNING: This 5,600 word milking sex fantasy is dripping with adult themes and explicit content, including forced lactation, a milking machine, domination and submission, a humiliated human dairy cow, double penetration, anal sex, gushes of warm, sweet breast milk and the rough gangbang of a buxom brunette by a group of thirsty farm hands.
Hank took her firmly by the arm and when she tried to pull away, he tightened his grip. The hungry look in his eyes was back and Daisy tried not to show her fear. “Boss gave me an order and I’m not letting go of you until you’re strapped to the milking machine.”
Strapped to the milking machine? Daisy’s knees went weak, but she managed to stay upright. Hank half-dragged her down the stairs and into the large farmhouse kitchen.
On one end was a fully adjustable contraption that looked similar to a gynecology table, with a padded surface, a reclining backrest and special reinforced leg stirrups. Several straps dangled off the sides of the table, which Daisy presumed would be used to secure her.
“We’ve adjusted the milking machine to fit your height and leg length, Miss Daisy,” Justin said eagerly, trying to win the approval of their new feeding assistant.
“You can’t be serious. I’m not getting in that thing!”
Hank’s grip tightened on her arm again and he motioned for Justin to take Daisy’s other arm. He did so, but not without an apology. “Sorry, Miss Daisy. Boss’ orders.”
“Give us a hand, Brock,” Hank barked as he and Justin dragged the feeding assistant to the milking machine.
Daisy fought against the men, but her slight frame was no match for three strong farm hands and she was soon strapped to the table with her ass hanging slightly off the edge and her legs spread wide by the stirrups.
“Please, let me go! I’ll do anything you want, just don’t tie me down! Help! Somebody!” She thrashed against the restraints as the rest of the farm hands circled the table, but it was no use.
Strapped to the milking machine, Daisy was scared and helpless. But as the men gathered around her naked form, her body responded in ways that confused her. Despite her fear, she could feel the blood rush to her core, warming her from the inside out.
Below the waist, she was burning up and her womanly channel was slick with need. Above the waist, her breasts were so full that her nipples were pulled painfully tight and she wondered if her creamy orbs might burst from the pressure building there. Now, instead of thrashing against her restraints, she was pressing against them, churning with sexual desire.
She thrust her hips forward, which made her bountiful breasts sway back and forth on her chest.
“Please. Hank, Justin, someone! Help me!” Her moans were loud and long, bellowing moo sounds that reverberated beyond the kitchen. “Milk me!” she cried. “Milk – moo!”