Her Luscious Drink 2: Tale of the Tail
“Her Luscious Drink 2” is 5,000 words of steamy human cow lactation fantasy! Contains women treated as human cows, BDSM female milking sex, humiliation and submission, pet play, reluctant milking sex, and, of course, great gushing sprays of warm, delicious milk from distended female breasts.
All characters are 18 or older. More
In this next spicy installment, Polly Hart, successful CEO of Faulkner Enterprises, is still on vacation at the exclusive Pink Lily spa where clients' delicious erotic dreams come true.
The competent, smart businesswoman is now a human cow--milked again and again for the pleasure of her lord and master. What will Polly do when her master wants to complete her transformation to submissive sex toy? Can her master make her breasts into even larger udders?
Will she submit to being fondled and milked by a roomful of strangers? How far can her master take Polly?
“Her Luscious Drink” is 5,000 words of steamy human cow lactation fantasy! Contains women treated as human cows, BDSM female milking sex, humiliation and submission, pet play, reluctant milking sex, and, of course, great gushing sprays of warm, delicious milk from distended female breasts.
All characters are 18 or older.
Read a milk-soaked excerpt below:
Her nipples strained in the air, the skin of her breasts was sensitized so that even the tiniest touch of breeze from the window stirred a moan from deep inside her. Polly had struggled to relieve that ache, but no matter how hard she pulled on the harness, she couldn't touch herself. Her thrashing around just made the breasts jiggle and bounce. It gave her pain, but no relief.
She needed to be milked.
Every thought in Polly's head centered on it. She wanted hands to pull on her nipples. She wanted a mouth to suckle her. She would welcome any touch, any relief, anything, if only someone would milk her.
When her master stood over, he was smiling. "Very nice udders, my sweet little heifer."
Polly moaned softly. He was here. Here at last. He would touch, suckle, milk her. "Please master."
"Please what, little heifer?"
"Please milk me, master." Polly had no shame left. She was a creature of need. An animal. Desperate.
Her master laughed, deep and rich. He reached out and pinched her nipple.
Polly threw her head back in pleasure. Her whole body arched, focused on that one sensation.
Then it was gone. Polly was bereft, sobbing openly. "Please master, please. Milk me. Please."
Her toyed with her other nipple, just touching it enough so she thrashed in eager needy greed. "I don't think so, my sweet little heifer."
"Please. I'll do anything. I need it."
"Anything?" His finger circled her nipple, pinched once at the tip so that a few droplets formed. He licked his finger absently.
"Anything," Polly begged. "Anything, master. Please. Milk me."
"What if I told you to service a roomful of men?"
"Yes, master," Polly said without further thought. "I'll service them. Just milk me."