I detached the milkers and chuckled as she checked out her elongated teats.
“When it is time for your next milking I will collect it as my dessert.”
Mindy’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, and I watched in captivation as she lifted a wet fingertip to her mouth.
“It tastes like Mitzi’s.” She moaned. “I think I’m going to like drinking milk!”
“I am eager to taste you later.” Holding out my hand, she accepted. “Come. I need to be milked.”
“Hopefully I learned enough from Mitzi.”
“Little one, you have been a joy so far.” We made our way to my milking room. “In our experience many from your race are closed minded and cannot share. Or be comfortable being taught.”
She sighed. “I think that comes from many not knowing how to learn things and being treated like poo that they resist any form of change.”
“But not you.” I opened the door.
“Being here was scary. Finding out I was competing to be a servant seemed kind of yucky. And then meeting all the different races? That was overwhelming.” She lifted my hand and rubbed it against her cheek. “You looked at me differently. I feel safe and feel like I belong here. With you.”
“You do, my pet.” I cupped her face and brushed a kiss over her lips. “The table behind me has many implements if you’d like to choose one to play with.”
She gave me a shy smile and nodded.
I climbed up and stretched out. A moment later I felt her climb on top of me. Her tiny hands worked the muscles on my back while I felt the moist heat from her core.
No one had ever massaged me like this, and I found it intriguing. She moved her hands around, and the tension I felt melted away.
Then she turned around and gave my buttocks and legs the same treatment. Her body soaked mine, and I loved it.
Now I understood why my father preferred his females from Earth.
I felt her heavy udders press against my body, and something cold traced the slit between my cheeks. Mindy pressed a kiss at the top and then pushed the item between.
From the feeling and the raised bumps, I knew instantly it was the new Seeker 5K that the toy-maker Levee had developed.The reviews raved about its glass design working with your body, which had me curious.
Mindy gently pushed it inside me, and I felt it hit a place that made my cock jump and drool.
“Mm, my sweet moo, that was an excellent choice.” I took a deep breath. “Are you attaching it …” My cheeks clenched as it vibrated within me. “I see you figured that part out.”
“Does it feel good, Sir?” She climbed from me and crawled beneath the table.
“Very.” My cock jumped again. “I am ready to be milked, Mindy-Moo.”
“Yes, Sir.” She bit her bottom lip and moved into position. “From your base, to the tip.”
“O-o-o-o-o-o, yes.” I let my eyes close and focused on the feeling of her hands outside my body and the glass nubs inside.
Her hands perfectly executed the way Mitzi had showed her.
The first time she milked me, she was completely new to our way of life. And now, after one lesson, she proved to be an eager student.
Her hands gripped me tight and rubbed down my length, then moved seamlessly back up again and again. She paused to focus on my base, then worked her magic hands down my shaft. When she came to my head, she took care to massage, teased my slit, then fell into a hand-over-hand routine.
The glass toy inside me twisted and fucked my tight hole, tapping on the pleasure center that made my cock bounce and dance.
Her hands ran over my tip, and she used my cum to glide her hands over me. I couldn’t control my body, and my hips moved, meeting her touches and the toy’s plunges.
This must have been how it felt to be milked by the machine while I buried my face in her phessom.
