“Plushy.” He came over and wrapped his arms around my middle. “Soft and cushy, milky and …” his hand moved down cupping me. “Juicy.”
My thighs felt wet. And I noticed a white bead hanging from my nipple. “Am I really full of milk?”
“Yes, my pet, now come.” He swatted my ass playfully. “It is time to milk you. Then you will milk me.”
I followed him to the other side of the room, where he opened a door to a beautifully decorated milking stall.
“You have two choices for your sweet slit. The stool or my face.” His voice dropped an octave, and I gushed. “You can suck on me or if you’d prefer a shake, that can be arranged.” He led me over and placed me in position.
His hands worked swiftly attaching the pumps to my sensitive teats.
“What are your choices?” He lifted my chin to lock eyes with me.
“You.” I shivered. “And your face.”
The smile that spread across his face gave me goosebumps. I watched with tingling anticipation as he reached over my shoulder, taking something that resembled a remote before he settled into place.
His cock stood proudly and I reached over to hold him.
“Use your thumbs as Mitzi showed you.”
I massaged around his crown, trembling from his moan. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that.” He pressed a button, and the milker came to life.
“Oh my gawd!” I squealed, and my toes curled painfully. “This … feels … like …” All I could do was pant.
With precise rhythm, the machine pulled one side and then the other. Then my world crashed as I felt Genmor’s tongue wrap around my clit and suck.
My thighs trembled and my hips lowered, then his tongue pushed inside me and I felt the floodgates open.
I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking as I massaged his crown, pulling him to my mouth. His sticky-sweet pre-cum stuck to my tongue. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
Hunger was a feeling I knew well, but this wasn’t that hunger. This hunger craved carnal acts, and wouldn’t be satisfied until I couldn’t walk.
My brain was overwhelmed trying to focus on all the wonderful feelings at once. In my periphery, I saw the creamy white milk flowing through the tubes, and my core clenched knowing I made that.
My milk would be used to make delicious treats for Gen. It would feed others. Nourish them.
And I felt like I had a place to belong.
I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking on his face, and by the way his hands held me, I knew he didn’t want me to.
Driving my tongue into his slit, I swirled it around, trying to scoop out as much as I could. My thumbs started in the middle and massaged out before moving back in the middle, and his moans vibrated through my body.
Lifting my head, I let out a moan and rubbed my cheek against his silky skin on his cock. “Gen! Oh, Genmor!”
As I crested, I felt his tongue lapping all over my pussy, and each swipe gave me aftershocks. I lapped at his slit, then wrapped my lips around the tip, suckling in time to the machine.
Gen reached up and cupped my cheek, then slid out from beneath me. “Your milking is complete.”
“Mm.” I relaxed as the machine stopped. “Your turn.”
Genmor
Her nectar coated my fur, and I knew she was always meant to be mine. Her innocence wasn’t lost on me.
I could train her to be what we both needed.
