The Storm

With the work done and the farm tilled, sown and tended to I drove the tractor back to the barn. The evening had come on quick and though still light out given it was summer - the chill that rose up my spine was portentous. Right now my wife would be finishing up a hearty meal for my first hard days work - and here I was, about to sully these hardworking hands to pleasure some damned horny cow. It should be my wife's breast that I-

I shake my head, I needed to be in a neutral headspace for what comes next, there's work, and then there's pleasure - this was just work, this was me about to clock out for the evening, nothing more or less. So then why wouldn't my heart cease it's incessant beating? Opening the barn door with nervous fingers I slinked inside of the sparsely lit interior; behind the hay and towards the back where that Bovanite had made her nest there was an almost kindly light, a lantern or a candle to set the mood, I thought with a little dread reminding me with a pang what was to come.

That damn cow, was she enjoying my trepidation?

"I can hear your breathing, perv~ get your ass over here and milk me before I burst all over this damn barn~" She giggled from behind a hay stack. I hadn't noticed I was breathing so heavily until she'd said something. Calming myself I rounded the hay stack and saw her, my jaw hit the floor not expecting to see her already strapped up with milking equipment - two transparent cups were strapped to her nipples, with pipes leading down to big glass jugs lined up in a tray next to other empty glass jugs.

"Such vulgar language" I sighed, trying to sound in charge

"Oh just milk me you fuckin' slut" She scowled in mock frustration

"R-right, I guess that's why we're both here" Being called a slut knocked me off my game a little, I had to admit

"Duhh" She rolled her eyes, I stood rooted in place for a few seconds waiting for my brain to catch up "Uhhh, boy, they ain't gonna milk themselves~" I blushed, walking behind her as I mentally prepared myself. This wasn't cheating on my wife, this wasn't cheating; actors kiss other actors for work, this is just me fulfilling my job just the same as any Hollywood star, I told myself.

"Well why don't you milk yourself? W-Why do I have to-" She grabbed my hands and pulled them onto her chest, making my fingers disappear into her pliant boobage. A sound of something hit my ears, then the sweet smell of her skin and notes of something else; and then finally the sound of liquid pouring into an open container. I gasped, instinctively squeezing a little more causing another wave of sounds to reach the air.

"Because that'd be boring~" She admitted, letting go of my hands now that they were on autopilot "good boy, just like that~" she hummed appreciatively as my mind went blank. Her boobs, they were so different to my wife's, not just bigger but softer, fuller, a texture to them like the finest of memory foam - a wave of guilt hit me as these comparisons came unbidden. I released my grip only to squeeze closer to the nipple, earning myself a soft little gasp, I could physically feel the milk flowing out into the channel now from this hold. I'm sorry Alice, this is necessary for work, for us, please... Forgive me.

I squeeze from the base to her nipple thoroughly, hearing the milk splash and froth inside of the glass jugs. I tried to remain focused on the task at hand and how to finish up quickly - but all focus was lost the moment the Bovanite leaned back into me, and though clothed from the waist down her sizable ass cheeks rubbing against my slowly hardening cock was beginning to become somewhat of a distraction. Feeling my apprehension at this sudden erotic contact; I could almost feel the cows grin as she began to bounce up and down on the soles of her feet, her boobs squirting streams of milk with every jiggle of her swollen breasts and her ass hotdogging my strained erection being battered between the friction of two sets of clothing.

"I can feel something poking me~ Is that little thing a part of the milk piping or is your wife sexually unfulfilled?~" She teased, my face grew red and I dismounted from her in a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and something welling up in the pits of my stomach.

"Sh-shut up! I'm done with this!" I began to walk away.

"Now now, we won't meet this weeks quota if you leave a job unfinished~" She said, stopping me in my tracks. Sensing she had me, she sweetened the deal. "Look, no more teasing tonight" only tonight? I sighed "You still have a dozen jugs to fill, so get those surprisingly dextrous hands back where they belong~" I breathed in and out, I was almost done, I could do this, just a little longer and I'll be eating the delicious food my wife had prepared for me.

Turning I walked back to her, my face still red and evidently still pitching a tent if that damn cow's gaze was anything to go off of. She smirked but didn't say anything more, true to her word, though that smirk spoke for itself much to my annoyance. Changing jars I resumed my milking from behind her, earning a relieved sigh from the pent up bovine.

"Hands deep in another girls boobies and you don't even know her name~ You're a real stud, you know that John?" Making an annoyed noise as a warning I continued milking, surely this constituted as teasing, never mind how it was the case she knew my name and I didn't know hers.

"Do I need to know? You said it yourself, you're just livestock." She giggled

"Livestock can be a type of colleague too~" she winked "My name's Cassidy, the name's on the jars if you hadn't noticed!" She raised her arms up letting me squeeze more of her milk out. True to her word, I peered down and saw the label on the side that I'd missed before - 'Cassidy's Milk', she had a brand? Must have been a vestige from her former owners marketing or something.

"Almost done" I say with more relief than I'd meant to.

"Awww, and I was just starting to enjoy our time together~ Well, plenty more fun to be had tomorrow evening as well~" She giggled ominously, suddenly I wasn't looking forward to waking up. Sighing I bottled up all the jars and stored them in the barns refrigeration section that I'd only just noticed. Cassidy pulled off the cups with an audible 'pop' and moaned exaggeratedly. "Ooooh~ I do love having freshly milked breasts, they feel so free and liberated~" She shook them side to side ditzily, playing the part of some bimbo or airhead.

"Glad you feel better, see you tomorrow" I tried to sound polite but distant on my way out, like I was in control of the situation, but her mocking 'thank you!' and "titty liberator!' on the way out cut through that fantasy. My livelihood was in the palm of her hands, and a part of me dreaded that she was fully aware of this.