To The Last Delicious Drop: Complete Collection
The White Circle Ranch has a secret: it transforms women into human cows and milks them! Julie, a busy executive, goes on vacation at the ranch... and so begins her transformation from businesswoman to human cow, with the help of a rough bunch of cowboys. A collected volume of three luscious lactation stories.
All characters are 18 or older. More
The White Circle Ranch has a secret: it transforms women into human cows and milks them! When Julie, a busy executive, went on vacation at the ranch, the cowboys dragged her out of bed, put her in a lactation machine, and forcibly milked her like a cow.
And so Julie begins her transformation from businesswoman to human cow, with the help of a rough bunch of cowboys. In this collected volume of three luscious lactation stories, Julie is lassoed, hog-tied, and milked in every way imaginable!
18,000 words of rope bondage and hog-tying, reluctant milking, milking sex, detailed descriptions of a woman’s milk-swollen breasts being suckled by rough cowboys, human cow fantasy, humiliation and submission, milking and driving, female submissive BDSM sex, forced orgasms, milking machines, 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 milking sex story below:
“Beg for it, cow,” ordered Tex.
I blushed even harder. “Beg for what?”
“To be milked, of course,” Tex said. “You’re a cow. Cows are milked.”
I stared at him. Was he really going to make me beg for my own humiliation? Me, a proud businesswoman? Remembering my normal life in the office, I snapped, “Never!”
Tex shrugged. His handsome, weather-beaten face seemed unconcerned. “You won’t get milked if you don’t beg.”
I gritted my teeth. All I had to do was refuse to beg, and eventually they’d give up and let me go.
Without being milked.
My breasts were so huge now that I couldn’t see past them. Their milky white expanse filled my entire line of sight. They throbbed and ached, filled to bursting point with milk. I felt as if they were so full that the milk was backing up and overflowing into my entire body, making me nothing but a vessel for my own milk.
I was stuck on the agonizing brink of orgasm, unable to find release.
Unable to control myself, I tried to rub my thighs together, trying to bring myself to orgasm, but nothing happened. The feeling of being about to climax got more intense… but so did the frustration.
My swollen breasts were the most sensitive part of my body now. My entire being was focused on them. I felt certain that if they were to be milked— if all that trapped milk were allowed to gush out, like I longed to have it do— I would have the biggest orgasm of my life.
Without even meaning to, I began to groan and writhe on the table, tossing my head and biting my lip. I had to be milked. But I was too proud to beg.
“The cows will teach you how to beg right,” said Tex. “Listen to them.”
The cowboys fell silent. But the degraded naked women, chained in their stalls, began to moo. Their animalistic voices rang out in a bovine chorus: “Moo. Moo. Moooooo. MOOOOOOO.”
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