Creamy Goodness 2

Milking on the Farm-4

“Whistle-like,” Kim confirmed. She sat back from her computer where she had been typing in a few notes. Luanne knew Kim had notes on everyone and everything at The Farm. Her hands went inside her robe to lightly cup her breasts. “They hurt,” she commented.

Now Luanne nodded in agreement but she controlled herself and didn’t grab her breasts. “I’ve never used a breast pump as strong as what he had.”

“It wasn’t a breast pump. It was a dairy farm’s milking machine.” She paused. “Slightly modified.”

“f**k,” Luanne cursed. “No wonder it felt so strong.”

“This is his kink.” She smiled and gently massaged her t**s. Normally that would have resulted in a bit of lactation, but she was completely empty at the moment. “And he’s paying well for it.”

“Who is he anyway?” Luanne asked casually.

Kim shook her head. “No. Privacy and confidentiality, you know that. Just call him Farmer Brown. But I can tell you he’s a commodity trader from the city. Agricultural commodities, naturally.”

“Of course,” Luanne agreed.

“He liked you,” Kim commented.

“Obviously.”

“He’s going to want to nurse from you tomorrow morning.”

“How do you know that?”

“That was the agreement we made. Whoever he f***s tonight, he wants direct nursing from tomorrow morning.”

Luanne sighed. “Fine. It’s what I signed on for, isn’t it.”

“It is.”

At that point Luanne felt she had the right to ask a question. “Who’s watching your baby?”

Kim froze but quickly recovered. “Mark was. She’s back in my apartment.” Kim maintained a small bedroom and private bath at the back of the house which apparently he shared with Mark. “I’d like to nurse her tonight, but that might not be possible.” She reached in a desk drawer and pulled out two bottles of water. As she passed one to Luanne she asked, “Who is watching yours?”

Before she answered she opened the bottle and took a long drink. “Grandparents. I told them I needed a weekend alone. I think they were happy to have Joleen all to themselves for once.”

“It’s crazy what we do for family, isn’t it?” Kim asked.

“I always thought you did this because you loved kink.”

Kim laughed. “I do it for the money. And I’d rather run my own business instead of working in some beige office.”

“Why are you doing this, Kim?” Luanne inquired. “I mean tonight. I’ve seen you get involved with clients before, but this seems like something outside of what you would normally do.”

Kim’s hands went to her robe-covered t**s, mashing them together to make cleavage appear. “He requested six lactating women. I was certain I could get that easily. I was wrong. You are helping me tremendously. But even so…I had to break down and get my hands dirty…so to speak.”

“Did you like it?” It was the wrong question to ask, it was too private, too personal. Workers at The Farm were allowed to enjoy their work, but precious few would admit to actually enjoying the kinks they fulfilled for their clients. Luanne asked the question anyway and Kim answered.

“I…got some physical satisfaction from it, I suppose.” The answer didn’t sound like Kim; she was hedging her answer. “But it isn’t my kink, it isn’t Mark’s. I’m a professional. You know that.”

“What does 176 sss mean?” she asked The Farm’s owner.

The sudden change in the conversation confused Kim. “I don’t know. Where are you getting that from?”

“It’s what he wrote on me,” she said indicating her robe-covered rump. “Actually it said ‘Bred 176 sss’. I know what bred means, and my first guess was sss stands for f*******:, but that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Ooh. Ha. He’s really taking this game all the way, isn’t he?”

“What?” Luanne was genuinely confused.

“sss is…Farmer Brown,” said Kim. “Actually, it’s his initials, we’re just going to call him Farmer Brown. Bred is obvious. 176 is today. The Julian date. He’s using the same system a lot of dairy farms use when breeding actual cows. They write the relevant information on the animal’s flank.”

“How do you know this?”

Kim smiled thinly. “This used to be an actual dairy farm. It belonged to my grandparents.”

Three

Luanne woke up early. It was the first time she had slept through the night in months. It was so early the sun was barely up. She had become accustomed to being woken by her daughter’s cries. Today she woke up because of the pain in her breasts; they were full and they were aching. Normally when this happened Luanne would have her daughter nurse or she would get out her breast pump. After fully waking Luanne realized neither of these was a possibility but that didn’t really matter because she was supposed to be used by Farmer Brown this morning.

The pain wasn’t bad when she first woke, but she knew that if she didn’t receive some relief soon they would become hot and throbbing—and not in a good way.

With a groan she rolled out of bed and headed toward the door just as it started to open. Kim regarded her from the hallway. “Good. You’re up already. Are they full?” She indicated Luanne’s chest.

“Yes.” Luanne had slept in a loose t-shirt and nothing else. She wasn’t fully awake yet.

“Good. Get your nightshirt off, put this on, go pee, and meet me back out here in two minutes.”

It was too much instruction that early in the morning, but Luanne did as she was ordered, pulling off her t-shirt and dropping it to the floor. With fumbling fingers she snapped the heavy steel collar around her neck and turned around to go into the bathroom. When she was done, Kim was waiting for her in the hallway with a cup of coffee. The Farm’s manager was impeccably dressed, as always, but this morning she wore a simple green dress that hugged her curves. Kim had just the right body and confidence to wear such a garment in the morning. It made Luanne wonder how early Kim had rolled out of bed.

She eagerly accepted the coffee and downed almost half the contents before they made it down the stairs. At the bottom of the steps Kim paused for a moment and snapped a leash to the collar’s O-ring. Luanne looked at her questioningly, but Kim only said, “You can walk, you don’t need to crawl across the lawn. It’s too early to play ridiculous games.”

“Mmm,” was all Luanne could say.

The morning air was cool on her naked skin and she allowed Kim to lead her across the dew-covered grass. They entered the barn’s back entrance where Kim ordered her down on her hands and knees. “He’s waiting for you.”

Kim didn’t allow any slack in the lead as she all but dragged Luanne by the collar into the barn proper. Farmer Brown was over at the six milking stalls, busying himself with cleaning the pump and tubes. Once he heard them enter, he stood up and turned around to look at them. Just like the day before he was dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt. With a nod he told Kim to put Luanne into the stall and lock her collar into the rack. After she did so he barely uttered the words, “Leave us.”

When Kim’s heels started clicking across the hardwood floor Luanne became frightened. She realized she was alone with Farmer Brown. Naked, restrained, and alone. Farmer Brown knelt down next to her and carefully inspected her hanging breasts with his hands, running them over the engorged flesh and the erect n*****s. It made her feel like a piece of meat, almost inhuman. She shivered a bit and told herself it was from the cool morning air. It was easier to think that than to admit what really caused her excitement.

“Good girl, nice an’ full. You’ll make a proper milker after a few more sessions wit’ me.” He slapped her rump and stood up. She tried to peer over her shoulder to see what he was doing, but that proved impossible by the restraining collar. Knowing she’d be f****d again was a certainty.

His warm hands spread apart her ass cheeks which wasn’t at all unpleasant. The cold liquid he dribbled between them was merely unpleasant. It was when he started pushing something into her anus that Luanne struggled. At first she pushed back against him, but quickly realized that was the wrong solution. Since she could only move forward a few inches before the collar and rack restrained her, that wasn’t an escape either. During her short struggle Farmer Brown wrapped his arm around her hips and held her in place, pushing the foreign object deep into her rectum. “There yah go. Good girl.” He stroked his hand along her flank trying to calm her. Luanne could feel something up her ass but couldn’t turn her head around enough to see what he had done to her. “Jus’ let it stay there a minute. Nice an’ full. Yah have a pretty tail now.” He moved back from her, letting Luanne stand free a moment. She felt something long and thin trailing down from her ass over her thighs. Every time she moved she felt it brush against her skin. It didn’t hurt, but it was strange and distracting.

What Farmer Brown did next surprised her. It shouldn’t have, she knew, but it was more than passing strange to have him not kneel down next to her, but to actually lay down on the barn floor, face up, and slide his head underneath her chest.

She automatically pulled back from him, but his mouth sought out fat n****e and quickly latched on. Escape was impossible, but once he started sucking on her, she didn’t want to. A little moan escaped from her lips and she felt her milk literally letting down. Brown’s hands went to either side of her torso, holding her in place, but now Luanne didn’t want to escape. She wanted to be nursed; she needed to be milked.

He had obviously done this before. He knew how to get her milk out of her as quickly and efficiently as possible. Drinking it directly from the source she knew it was sweet and warm. After the initially rush of tasting and getting her milk to flow, he settled down into a steady rhythm, removing the milk became as much a pleasure for him as it was for her. She was able to turn her head far enough to see Farmer Brown still his hand inside his overalls and move it up and down in a motion she was familiar with. He was jerking himself off which made her wonder if it would be proper to use her hand on him to help him out. Since he didn’t ask, she didn’t offer by voice or gesture.

It was peculiar to be on hands and knees while being nursed. It wasn’t how Luanne fed her daughter; for that she was always sitting up or laying on her side. Being on hands and knees was just wrong and dehumanizing. That was what Farmer Brown wanted out of her. It was what she was enjoying as well, much to her chagrin.

Before her right breast was fully emptied, he switched over to her left. She briefly wondered if the rate of her flow had decreased but then decided it didn’t matter. There was much pleasure for both of them. Luanne focused on his lips and tongue on her n****e, sucking and releasing. That was just enough, she knew, for her to reach a little peak of pleasure. When it happened, she shook slightly from the orgasm passing from n****e to clit to spread out in a warming wave over the entirety of her body. Luanne thought she hid her climax well, but obviously not.

Farmer Brown abruptly stopped nursing and slid out from underneath her. Scrambling to his feet he grabbed the discipline cane from the stall’s corner and laid it smartly across her ass several times. It happened so quickly and that she barely had time to gasp and cry at the sudden blossom of pain. “I don’ like misbehavin’ cows,” he muttered mostly to himself, but Luanne knew the words were directed to her as well.