Master's Milking Cow (4 page)

It was their fault. If they didn’t want anyone spying, they should’ve closed the doors.

Her trainer continued to sway his fingers over her pussy, reaching around and touching her sensitive clit. Her moans increased in pace and intensity as she struggled against him.

“You’re so wet. But I thought you were ready to give me milk, slave?”

She squealed.

“Not ready, yet, huh?” he asked.

He spun her around. I ducked behind the wall for a moment.

“Maybe this will help move you along. You’re a pretty cow, but a cow doesn’t matter unless it can produce milk, does it?”

“I’ll give you milk, Master. I’ll do whatever you need.”

“I like the sound of that,” he said, and then I heard the unzipping of his fly.

Peeking back, I watched as Lexi swallowed his long, solid cock. I wondered if it was physically possible for him to fuck her by the size of it. The lithe girl could suck some cock though. Treating him like a king, she slurped him down, at the same time, massaging his balls.

“Good, cow,” he said, and then he leaned over, groping her breasts.

She kept bobbing on his cock as he caressed her.

My own breasts desired that attention. I could barely keep watching, but I wanted to see the girl lactate. If she could milk like me, I was in trouble.

Jeez, since when did I care about this stupid contest?

I was acting a little immature, wasn’t I? But I still couldn’t help my natural competitiveness, and I wanted to impress these people. So far, my vacation was the most wild and exciting time of my life. I realized that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for some real adventure. I would go along with it for now.

And if I was going to go along with it, I needed to make sure I wasn’t over my head.

So far, Lexi was having trouble producing. I was sure sucking on my trainer’s cock while he played with my breasts would have me erupting.

She deep throated him. He pulled his cock out. Drenched in saliva, his cock looked on edge, ready to burst with its throbbing.

“I’m going to come. Open your mouth, slave,” he said.

Lexi opened her mouth without a moment's hesitation. He poured his hot cum onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed it all.

“You didn’t milk,” he said sternly.

It seemed like I was about to see some more whipping. He was right. What good was it if she couldn’t produce? That was what they were all there for, wasn't it? The girl was hot, but if she couldn't lactate, these men wouldn't be interested.

“Wait,” she said, and then she leaned back onto the floor and said, “it’s coming.”

Swallowing all of that must've relaxed her. Her trainer dove to his knees. He flashed his tongue over her tits. We both waited anxiously for her milk.

She let out another squeal, her trainer dove his lips in, and I knew she was doing it. He let out a gasp, reeled back, then sucked. After a brief pause to catch his breath, he brought his tongue down to lap up more.

Lexi almost folded in on herself from milking. Her back arched, making her Master have to chase after her to lick up the last drops. Her trainer pulled his lips free from her tits. There was a little more dribbles of milk which he swiped with his finger and swallowed, but that was it.

“Good girl,” he said. He smiled broadly and stood up.

Time for me to swim.

That girl would be a challenge.

I might produce more than her, but she definitely had the training down. No one trained me like that. I didn’t even have a cow tail. I never thought I would ever care so much about having a cow tail, but this was the situation I suddenly found myself in.

At least even if I failed, I would get a nice day at the pool out of it. I cheered up and headed out to meet the others.

Once I started to swimming, my worries faded away. The other girls were gorgeous. They made me feel self conscious at first, but then I kept swimming, enjoying my day at the Olympic sized swimming pool too much to worry.

There were waiters and waitresses to help us with anything we needed.

This was paradise.

I met a girl named Shawna, who was there from Philadelphia. A long way from home, she hoped that this was all worth it. So far, she said, they were more than accommodating with anything she asked for.

Some of the girls asked for a lot, getting too involved in the lifestyle. I heard a couple of them bragging about all the things they were doing that were paid for free.

“Nothing is free,” I said.

“Oh, I know. Trust me, girl, I know what I got into. You sure you know?"

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve got the back breaking breasts to prove it.”

“That you do, but you don’t seem like the type to get involved in all this.”

“What’s the type?”

“Look at some of these girls, they’re money grubbing whores. Why are you here? You here for the money or what?”

“Not here for the money. The excitement I guess. I guess this is an erotic adventure, and I’ve never been on one. I’ve never even been on an adventure, let alone an erotic one.”

“I tell you what, that stuff they make us drink, it makes us beg for a milking. I almost stopped, but I guess I’m like you. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done. I got home sick a couple times, but they reassured me that I would have options once we were chosen by our Master.”

“Master?”

I didn’t like the sound of that. It sounded permanent.

“Yeah, our milk isn’t getting packaged and sold. We’re going to be owned by someone. Whoever is the winning bidder essentially owns us. We’re prize cows. They’re not just going to give our milk away to everyone.”

“Oh,” I said. I realized that unless I really impressed Master Riggs, I would be signing myself over to someone I didn’t even know. I didn’t really know Master Riggs that well either, but at least he was attractive, and the brief times I met him, I felt like I really understood him, and he understood me.

One of the workers, dressed in a white shirt and white dress pants, announced that it was time for us to get changed into our milking outfits.

“I didn’t pick another outfit.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” Shawna said. “I’m sure they’ve got something for us. They never miss a beat.”

They led the herd of women into the outfit room again, but the fancy dresses, the luxurious bathing suits, the sexy night wear, all of it was taken out. In their place hung leather straps and suction cups.

“Where are our outfits?”

“You serious?” These are our outfits,” Lexi said, picking up one of the harness and holding it up for everyone to see.

“What do you mean, am I serious? Are you serious? That can’t be what we're wearing."

Lexi already knew how to be a milking slave. She laughed at the naive girl. “You can go out wearing whatever you want, but I know what I’m doing.”

She tossed off her shirt. Then she pulled down her pants.

The others girls began to do the same.

There wasn’t much to wear. The straps would cross over our bodies, thankfully, one of the straps covering our crotches, but the rest would leave no room for interpretation. Then there were the suction cups, which were see through.

I placed them over my breasts. They popped right into place, pulling my tender nipples towards the center. That slight tug was enough to set me off. I might have felt insecure wearing such a ridiculous outfit, but I was eager to get out there and get milked.

If I didn’t milk soon, I would need to run off somewhere to do it myself. I didn't care what I was wearing.

I needed a proper milking, and fast.

We all strapped ourselves into the leather. When we got to the end of the hallway, there was another worker waiting there for us who told us to line up. Going down the line, each girl received a collar and a leash. There wasn’t anyone tugging on our leash, but I imagined we were going to be tied to a post soon enough. Whoever got to pull us around would be whoever won us at the auction.

Instead of being brought to the bidders, they brought us to a barn. Each girl was given their own pen filled with fluffy, soft hay. I plopped myself down to take a breather as soon as we were led in, but then stood at attention once one of the workers went down the line and leashed every girl to their post.

Some of the girls started to freak out. Others were fine with it.

“What are you doing?”

The worker kept going down the line. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to be here.”

All of the workers left, bringing with them the first girl in line. I watched her ass sway out of the barn, her handler driving her with the leash, then she disappeared as they shut the barn doors. Never to be seen again? Who knew where they were taking her?

I noticed Lexi in the pen next to me. She fixed her suction cups, readjusting her straps, and looked over herself for presenting. She seemed to have it all together. How was she so confident?

“You don’t seem nervous at all,” I said.

“Oh, I am, but I’m not scared. It’s nervous excitement."

“What’s going on? You seem to know what’s up with all this. Everyone else is in the dark.”

“Not everyone is in the dark. It’s Cherri’s second time at this. My trainer has been doing this for years, and he’s coached me, and I’m prepared.”

I scrunched up my face and sat my ass back down on that soft hay. “I didn’t get a trainer.”

Were Jeremy and Chad supposed to be my trainers? If so, they did a terrible job at it.

“Most girls get a trainer. How did you get recruited?”

“I met Riggs.”

“
Master
Riggs?” She looked shocked.

“Yes.”

“Wow, you’re one of the lucky few. I didn’t even think he existed. I just thought he was some made up man behind the curtain.”

“Yeah, I met him.”

“What’s he like?”

I shrugged. “Tell me what’s going on, and I’ll tell you what he’s like.”

“OK, deal,” she said, and she brought herself over to the side of the pen until her leash tightened enough where she couldn't budge.

“We’re being led out onto the stage. They’re going to want to see you at your best. Whatever you have to do to produce the best milk, do it. They’re going to judge you on taste and also quantity and also, of course, how attractive of a pet you are. They’re going to be bidding, using phrases like one bronze, silver, or gold. They say gold stands for a hundred thousand dollars.”

“A hundred thousand dollars?” My jaw dropped.

Some of these girls were hot, but was their milk worth that much?

“No one is going to get a hundred thousand,” I said.

“I am,” Lexi said. “You should try as well. Some girls don’t get second chances. Cherri was lucky. Next time, she’s out for good. She’ll never have another chance.”

I lost myself in thought. I didn’t notice Lexi still standing there, waiting.

“So?”

“What? Oh yeah, Master Riggs. What do you want to know about him?”

“What? Really? Anything.”

“He’s powerful, but not just because of his money, but he’s really powerful, like he truly knows himself, but he also understands other people, like me. He’s supremely confident, but still open minded. I can tell he’s a great man. And he’s hot, really, annoyingly hot.”

“Yeah?” She grinned and stood on her toes, seeing if there was more.

"Yeah," I said, then shut up.

A worker came down the line to Lexi's pen.

I didn’t say anything as they took her away. She tensed, standing up straight, then let them lead her out. I sat and waited for my turn. I would be next.

I didn’t know what to expect, and that was what was so worrying. I wasn’t good with waiting. I was even worse when I didn’t know exactly what I was waiting for. I knew there would be bidders, but how many people? Would Master Riggs be there? Would Jeremy and Chad? They might have been annoying pricks at times, but they cared about me, I could tell, and I needed their encouragement right now.

But I was alone.

Lexi received a loud applause. I could hear it from my pen. That didn’t help my current mood.

I questioned if I wanted to be there as I waited. I could’ve escaped, called it quits, but I decided not to. I decided to keep going despite my fear. So far, this had been an experience of a lifetime, and I wasn’t going to leave without knowing what was beyond that pen.

Besides, my breasts attached to those suction cups wouldn’t let me leave so close to my milking. I bit my lip to try to focus my attention elsewhere, but my breasts and my anxieties had my full attention.

“Time to go,” I heard above me.

“Oh,” I said out loud. I wanted to curse at myself for that, but didn’t want to make myself look more foolish.

I got up, and I stretched, just like Lexi did. I let out a deep breath.

“I’m ready,” I said.

The worker nodded and gave me a reassuring smile, but he didn’t say anything. They probably weren’t allowed to. My nervousness hit me hard as I took those final steps to the barn doors. It was hard to stay grounded. I felt dizzy, but I kept one foot in front of the other and continued. I was too far into this to quit.