Her Luscious Drink 3: Roped In
In the final installment of this spicy series, Polly Hart, successful CEO of Faulkner Enterprises, is still on vacation at the exclusive Pink Lily spa where clients' delicious erotic dreams come true. All characters are 18 or older. More
In the final installment of this spicy series, 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 submissive toy. But as much as she enjoys being the plaything of anyone and everyone at the resort, her heart yearns for more.
Will she be able to recapture her master's eye? Can her eager sexuality enchant him? In this installment, the human cow Polly does her best to top from the bottom and catch her man-- or master.
“Her Luscious Drink 3” is 4,600 words of steamy human cow lactation fantasy! Contains women treated as dairy cows, reluctant lactation, milk drinking, leash bondage, BDSM, and of course great gushing sprays of warm, delicious milk. All characters are 18 or over.
Read a delectable milky excerpt below:
"I'm going to have a late night snack, little cow,” said her master. “Drink some of that good, healthy milk."
Polly moaned-- there was nothing she wanted more. "Yes, master. Please."
He watched her. "This is your chance, little cow. I've been looking for a heifer of my own. A nice sweet milker who will give me what I want, who I can suckle whenever I feel like it. A milker I can drink from."
He squeezed her right breast, then let it drop so it swayed. "But I need to drink enough to have a full belly. Do you understand?"
Oh, God. Polly did understand. She understood, and now she wanted it, too. "You want just milk, master. You want rich creamy milk and nothing else."
"That's right." Her master slid his hand up and down her back, over the harness, then down her bottom. He sent the attached cow tail swaying. "And this here is mine, too. You're not to remove your tail unless you have my express permission. Do you understand?"
"But master, what about-- if I need to?" Polly stuttered, flustered.
"Then you ask permission." His eyes twinkled. "Your every move, your entire body, belongs to me."
Polly's mouth opened in an 'oh' as her master rocked the tail again, hard.
"Yes, master,” she moaned. “I belong to you. My milk belongs to you. My body belongs to you."