Master's Milking Cow (5 page)

On the other side, they led me along a fenced off area to a corral. There was a roof above me, so I couldn’t see much, I could just see someone waiting at the end for me, another worker, and the open corral, but there was no one else, until I got to the end, and kept walking, and I heard the crowd.

In the middle of the circular arena, I turned around to see a crowd of businessmen and women in the bleachers. It looked like the typical bull riding arena, but with a different type of crowd. Their eyes were all on me.

I got a hit of adrenaline. Time sped up. I tried to keep my cool. More white shirt workers emerged from the stands, walking towards me with two tubes. My eyes followed the tubes to where they were plugged in, a large, see through jug that would reveal to everyone how much milk I produced.

Some in the crowd started to smile as they put the tubes into the end of the suction cups on my breasts. I must’ve looked a nervous wreck. I scanned the crowd, thinking that I must’ve been standing there like a fool for more than ten minutes, but I knew that was just my nervousness getting to me. I knew how people tend to talk faster whenever they’re nervous because they think that time is going faster than it really is. It's why some people talk fast when they're talking in front of a large group. I used to have that problem.

I took a deep breath. My eyes stopped their scanning once they hit the person I was looking for, Master Riggs. He sat in the front row, watching me intently. I thought that would make me feel better, but it made me more worried that I didn’t really know what I was doing.

I’d never done anything like this in my life. The most sexually adventurous thing was what I did a couple days before with Jeremy and Chad. Now I was practically naked in front of an auditorium of people, who were going to judge me. They looked serious.

An announcer tapped the microphone. He walked out next to me. “We are bidding on cow number thirteen. Number thirteen, you will have five minutes to produce as much milk as you can. Bidding will begin as soon as the countdown starts. You are allowed to be as creative as you’d like to attract your bidders. Any object you need is located in the section before you.”

He gave me a nod then left.

I was so interested in the crowd I didn’t notice the props they gave me to help with milking. I slowly walked up to the raised platform that the announcer was talking about. There was a stool, a plush love seat, and a table. They gave me some whips, paddles, nipple clamps, vibrators, and other toys for me to perform with. I felt a little sick when I saw all of it. It was overwhelming.

I didn’t have much time to revel in the worrisome objects at my feet, because the announcer belted out, “Bidding begins in...three...two…”

Awe struck, I simply stared at the crowd during the countdown.

When he yelled one, I didn’t react. The next second, it was impossible for me to remain awe struck, because the machine started. Vibrations hit me first, a rumbling from the tubes that rocked my whole body and made my thighs quiver. I let out a yelp and bent at the knees, but still remained standing. The crowd chuckled, but I couldn’t see their reactions because my head dipped from the pulling on my swollen breasts.

The vibration became the least powerful sensation. The suctioning started with the pulling of the tubes. My breasts were sucked against the suction cup, my tender nipples pulled to the tip. I let out a louder gasp and then stumbled over to the table. Holding, I tried to fight the suction so that I could come up with a game plan, or if I couldn’t think, simply do something that would entertain the bidders.

I couldn’t hear anyone bidding. I couldn’t even keep my head up. I kept looking down at the rumbling tubes and my squeezed breasts. They began to pump, and I closed my eyes, whimpering. Grinding my thighs together, my wet pussy wanted more playing. I bit my lip and held on.

It wouldn’t be long until my breasts unleashed their frothy milk. The pressure built in my chest, feeling like I dropped bricks on top of it. My breathing got shallow and fast. The machine kept sucking. My nipples twisted slowly back and forth against the tip of the suction cups. I moved over to the stool, but I simply fell onto it, my fingers clawing onto the leather.

“One silver,” I heard.

I peered up to see who it was.

Master Riggs.

I couldn’t believe it. At first, I thought it was a joke. The rest of the crowd thought so as well, but he wasn’t smiling. Their reaction turned to curiosity.

Why? Why would he bet for me? I was a mess.

The tension dispersed, and I relaxed, letting myself smile. I loosened my harpy grip on the leather stool. I managed to stand. I even managed to hold my breasts up, showing them to the crowd, but what I was really doing was trying to lift them to stop the intense pressure.

I was about to blow. The relaxation I felt from Master Riggs made me slip. With the dam gone, there would be a major flood. My knees went weak again. I had to sit on top of the stool.

My thighs pulled farther apart. I squirmed on the seat, trying not to shudder and reveal more of the inside of my thighs, but like every other time I tried to resist my lactation, it wasn’t going to happen. I held onto the front of the stool while leaning back, arching but trying not to topple. One final heaviness spread through my chest, then came the surge.

I spewed milk into the tubes. The noise of the sucking changed, instead the tubes chugged as my milk filled them, traveling to the container. My thighs rocked open, exposing that thin strap of leather that held my pussy in place. It brushed to the side, revealing my hot, horny pussy. I was in the heat of lactation, twisting and crying out as white roared down to the jug.

I couldn’t hear. There was a lot of commotion. That was all I could understand. I rocked against the chair, losing strength in my back, so I needed to use my legs to support myself. I wound my legs around the chair and ground against it. My breasts kept pumping. All of that pent up arousal and milk flowed at once.

“Two silver, three silver, four…” I heard the shouts over my whimpering.

Somehow I managed to look up. I had the crowd’s full attention now. Nobody was laughing. They were out of their seats, some arguing with one another, everyone’s eyes darting to wherever the announcer went to announce the next bet.

Something came over me then. I loved the attention. Now that I had it, I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to see how far I could go, besides a little relaxation could help my milk flow even more. I turned to see the jug filling up. It wasn’t enough.

I pulled the strap pressed against my pussy away. Spreading my legs wider, I let the bidders see all of me. I stroked myself, gently and slowly, letting their excitement, and mine, build. I kept away from my sensitive little nub. If I touched that, it would set me off. I wanted to tease them. I wanted to let them know what they were missing. They shouldn’t have doubted me.

My mind consumed with lust, I kept stroking my swollen pussy. Milk kept spurting. The machine kept tugging at my tender tits. All of the sensations made my pussy juices flow. I started to drip onto the stool. I rocked, my fingers getting deeper inside me. I desperately wanted someone inside me.

I gave Master Riggs a look that said, “come and fuck me.” Of course, he couldn’t right now. But after? Maybe after he could.

I heated up. My cheeks burned, and I felt out of my mind, but I continued, needing to keep my milk flowing. It started to dribble out. The bids started to slow down, but I was just getting started.

Putting one finger inside my tight pussy, I slowly pushed inside, rubbing against my walls. I fucked myself with my one finger. I was so wet and ready that I needed another. Two fingers in, I squealed and almost fell off the stool, but managed to stay on, adjusting myself so that my legs were wide in the air, giving them a view of my whole pussy and my little asshole.

All of the attention, the crowd wanting me, and the constant stimulation, was too much to bear. I was going to come in record time.

I hoped I would release more milk. It stopped flowing for a moment while I switched over to my clit. Swaying back and forth, my eyes rolled back with my hair. The stool rocked, but stayed standing. I screamed, my voice echoing through the bleachers.

The orgasm struck, and I flopped around on the stool, needing to curl up on it and rest my legs against the ground to stay put. I trembled, minor tremors going through me when I put my fingers back on my clit. The high washed over me, and briefly, in between the all encompassing bliss, I thought about what I had done. And it turned me on even more, making my fingers slip and my legs kick.

Another spurt of milk flowed after my orgasm. The crowd cheered. Out of breath after exhausting myself, I managed to sit back onto the stool. The machine kept pumping, but slowed. I couldn’t manage to look at the container, but I heard someone yell, “it’s overflowing,” although I wasn’t positive because my ears rang from coming.

I closed my eyes and let myself relax.

If that wasn’t good enough, that was too bad. I gave it my all. I opened myself far more than I thought I would. After coming, a brief twinge of regret hit me, but I managed to shake it off. This was the most exciting and hot thing I’d done in my life. I wasn’t going to let some prudishness interrupt my moment of glory.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the crowd dispersing, all except for one person, Master Riggs, walking down the steps towards me. I looked at him confused. I managed to slip the leather strap back in place, not wanting to be embarrassed once he got up close. Being in the crowd, it seemed less personal, but having him coming towards me, I got self conscious.

What did I do wrong?

Not one of the bidders headed my way to claim me. I wouldn’t do it twice.

“What did I do wrong?” I asked him.

He looked as confused as me. But then I really understood his look. It was awe. Over what? Over me?

“Nothing, what do you mean? You did everything right.”

“Why are you here?”

He held his hand out and helped me off the stool.

“Because you’re mine. I won the bid.”

His other hand grabbed the end of my leash. Even more confused, I followed.

“Enjoying it?” My new Master asked.

“Oh, yes, geez, sorry. I was enjoying it too much to say anything.”

He nodded. “That’s good.”

I devoured the rest of the salmon. It was plated like a work of art with its sauces and some greens underneath. I went onto the greens next. After that long day, I was starving.

He pulled a little at my leash, bringing me closer. I liked it for some reason. It was like he wouldn’t let go of holding my hand, except, of course, in the bondage sense, with a collar and leash.

“You know, you can swear. I don’t mind if you swear.”

“Yeah, I know. You’ll hear me swear. I say geez and gosh still.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I like gosh.” I bobbed happily as I ate. We were at a long marble table with a giant chandelier over it. I thought once I sat down that the other girls and their new Masters would arrive, but it was a private meal. My Master even made it himself.

“I don’t see how you had time to make this.”

“I make time. Cooking is important to me. It actually relieves some of the stress. It’s time to get away, and then if I can give it to someone else, and see them enjoying it, even better.”

“That’s nice of you. I’m enjoying it a lot.”

Once I finished, I realized I was still hooked into my straps. I hoped they wouldn’t start to chafe, but so far, they were smooth and cool against my skin. It still felt strange to be dressed in front of Master Riggs like that, but I would probably get used to it.

I also realized that I didn’t know what to expect next.

I could feel some tiredness coming on from the meal, but most of it was protein, and I was still wired from my performance.

“When we were leaving, I heard someone say that you never bid on the cows. Why did you bid on me?”

He simmered over the question.

“You can tell me honestly. I would prefer that.”

Was it because he wanted to sell my milk? Master Riggs was a smart businessman. Maybe with my production levels, it would make sense for him to snatch me up himself and bottle it.

Instead of answering right away, he rose and grabbed a bottle of the serum from the nearby serving table.

“Here, have this,” he said. I swallowed it and waited for his answer.

“You’re also the first girl I’ve recruited. When I met you, I could tell you were honest, sweet, and innocent, but that wasn’t everything. You were innocent, but there was a sexual demon in you as well. Sweet, but also capable of feistiness when necessary. You were the perfect package. That was my first impression. I decided to make a move.”

“But why purchase me? Wait, how much?”

I forgot to ask him how much I sold for.

“Three gold. I thought you would’ve known.”

“T-t-three gold?” I stuttered.

If the rumors were correct that would be around three hundred thousand dollars.

“I heard that one gold is equal to a hundred thousand dollars. Is that true?”