To the Last Delicious Drop
Julie, a busy executive, decides to take a vacation on a ranch. But the ranch has a secret: it transforms women into human cows and milks them! Will Julie give in to her humiliating secret desire for submission and become a human cow?
All characters are 18 or over. More
Julie, a busy executive, decides to take a vacation on a ranch. But the ranch has a secret: it transforms women into human cows and milks them!
On Julie’s very first night at the ranch, the rough cowboys drag her out of bed. They take her to a barn and put her in a lactation machine, which makes her breasts swell and lactate. When her breasts are super-sensitive and bursting with milk, they fulfill her darkest, most secret fantasy: to be forcibly milked like a cow! Will Julie give in to her humiliating secret desire for submission and become a human cow?
Contains explicit scenes of reluctant milking, milking sex, a woman’s milk-swollen breasts suckled by rough cowboys, human cow fantasy, humiliation and submission, female submissive BDSM sex, and delicious warm milk gushing and flowing from a woman’s huge, sensitive lactating breasts.
All characters are 18 or over. Read an excerpt from this 5500 word milking sex story below:
I forced myself to go limp as I was carried through the open door of the barn.
As we entered the barn, the cowboys’ chant changed to “A taste of milk!”
I couldn’t repress a gasp. Milk? What were they talking about? In a moment of irrational terror— and giddy desire— I wondered if they had somehow known my most secret and shameful fantasy: to be milked like a cow.
But that was impossible. Anyway, the entire fantasy was impossible. I had never lactated in my life. No matter how they squeezed, they could never get a single drop of milk out of me.
I heard a click of a light switch being flipped, then I squinted against the flood of sudden light. The interior of the barn was brightly illuminated. My eyes widened as I took in a shocking sight.
The barn had stalls, like I would have expected cows to be held in. But instead, each stall held a naked woman!
I stared in shock at the women. Each one was tied into her stall. Some slept on beds of straw. Others stood on all fours, their huge swollen breasts pointing downward. Some of those stared placidly at me, while others bent their heads and sucked down water from buckets. Each one of the human cows wore a cow bell around her neck, and had boots made to resemble hooves over her hands and feet.
It was just like my secret milking fantasy— but it was real. I was shocked and horrified— but also turned on. And that made me even more horrified.
“What— what is this place?” I gasped.
The answer I received appalled me.
“MOOOOO,” rose up from a stall. That animal sound came from a woman’s throat— the throat of a degraded human cow!
Another loud, long moo rose up, echoing across the barn. One by one, the human cows were mooing.
“The moo-cows are your new friends,” drawled the cowboy whose hand was still thrust deep inside me, holding me in a cruel pincer grip. “You’ll be joining them soon... once you’ve been milked!”
“I don’t have any milk,” I protested.
The cowboys all laughed at that.
“You will once we put you in the machine,” said Tex.