Milking my big-titted cow

Warning

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Please be aware that in the different chapters to come, things are getting wilder, and there might be ingredients such as "creampie," "gang deflowering," "femdom," "humiliation," "black breeding," "contempt," "bareback," "tribal power plays," "tits milking," "tribe gangbang," "reluctancy," and so on.

Of course, parts are erotic but for sure not for everyone.

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The title “Dark Africa” is not a coincidence. It was a dark time in the 80s and 90s, as in Africa, lots of people got butchered, hunted, and mutilated. People simply disappeared. Nobody cared. Lots of female tourists disappeared from safaris too, but it was just another drop on a hot stone, and the police had no time for a “handful of cases." Plus, the weird thing was, they almost always popped up again after seven, eight, or perhaps even nine months. Unharmed. Well, unharmed, if you ignored the very large, swollen pregnant bellies.

It was a wild time.

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Kgosi, the tribe leader, came with a very serious look to my house, unannounced. His showing up unexpectedly was of course OK with me; what worried me much more was the look he had on his face; something serious was going on. Still, we had to go through the ritual of showing him “my hut" before we would get down to business. I had built my house myself, each year adding rooms for all those pregnant women living with me, until they would leave again.

Only one girl, Claire, was not pregnant yet; she had been delivered by Kgosi last week, and her fertile time was in a week from now, perhaps eight or nine days. She was a bit stubborn, and I still had her on a chain from the neck to the wall mount. She desperately tried to escape her impregnation, but those wall mounts had always held any girl in place, so I didn’t worry too much.

“Mathata.” I said to Kgosi, as he looked upon her, frowning. Mathata meant "trouble." He nodded, understanding. Some women needed to learn their place. His 8th wife had been like that, he remembered. He looked at her, her being tied up on the initiation mattress, arms and legs tied to the wall posts of the bedposts. My pregnant girls took turns fucking her with a small vibrator, making the French girl have endless orgasms to break her spirit. Her name was Claire, and I liked her desire to fight her destiny a lot. Besides Akiko, Claire was a wifey candidate for me too.

Claire was from the south of France and had black hair with beautiful, sexy blue eyes. Big round natural 75D (34C) tits, slightly bigger than her full hips and, as always, because I like my women having a female look, an hourglass bod.

But she was a tough cookie.

Kgosi knew I was man enough to manage this little bump on the road until she would carry my offspring bump; plus, a man should never interfere with another man's bitch troubles; it would be disrespectful.

I showed him the three new rooms I built last month and the enlargement of one of the living rooms. He nodded each time, acknowledging the construction work. I finished the tour on the main porch, offering him a beer. He took it, and we drank in silence. We both had studied each other's language a bit over the years; still, hands were often needed for our communication.

He explained to me they had big problems with the Kuru tribe, who wanted to expand and possess their hunting grounds. He was going to have talks again in “two sleeps," but it might end up in war. I asked him if he wanted me to help fight, but he shook his head and explained that the Himba tribe was ready to support him. Kgosi was a smart man, and he had donated all his young daughters to the Himba tribe leader in the past, securing a powerful ally. “No,” he said, “I need you to help me celebrate our victory.”

“What do you mean?" I asked, not following.

“Once all the Kuru warriors are dead, we need to impregnate all the women, including the younger ones, to make them part of our tribe.”

“OK.” I said, “I understand. I will gladly help you. When do you need me?”

“Probably in nine sleeps.”

“OK, no problem.” I confirmed my support. This would give me time to break the little **** Claire and have enough time to recover my seed production a bit.

Kgosi smiled, adding, “They have a lot of women.”

I smiled back, replying, "One after one.”

Kgosi left, and I drank my beer, thinking about the coming war. The breeding war, that is. I guess I might be able to fuck four women per day, but I didn’t know how day two would go… But I still had at least a week, a week and a half, so I could still play a little with my girls.

As I walked towards Akiko's room, I had a flashback of Savannah. She was the first nine-month pregnant woman I ever fucked. It was amazing. Of course we had to fuck doggystyle, because her swollen belly would obstruct me if she were on her back. I did miss seeing those tits move up and down with each of my thrusts, like two large, soft custard puddings, but she gave me other new, kinky experiences as a baby-carrying mommy.

The first one was those white stains on the bedsheets. At first, I didn’t understand it at all. The stains were not the typical cum stains, because they were much higher on the bedsheets. Suddenly I understood! She was leaking that precious mother's milk already!

Savannah was expected to give birth a week from now, and it almost looked as if she were going to have twins as I looked at her naked belly. The bloating was massive. I could see many stretch marks, her skin trying to cope with the new dimensions of her bulge.

She was sitting in a wide couch chair, reading a magazine, as I approached her. She looked up at me, smiling. I was the breeder who had given her a purpose in life, a goal. To reproduce. She sat a bit more upright for me, and her big swollen tits pushed against the thin, almost transparent voile fabric of her blouse. The large wet spots on her blouse were impossible to miss, and she saw in my eyes a thirsty look.

“Do you want to drink from Mommy?" She asked in that soft, teasing mommy voice she always used when she wanted to get fucked by me.

“Do you want to suck mommy´s warm milk, daddy?”

“Suck on those big dripping nipples?”

I was rock-hard.

“Come here my little baby, get those swollen titties in your daddy-mouth.”

Savannah leaned forward and lifted her blouse over her head, freeing those magnificent full udders for me. I could see drops of milk continuously leaking from her nipples, her precious macchiato now slowly dripping on the floor. Near her feet were two puddles of hot, warm mommy milk, ready to be lapped up. Before I could do anything, she took off her beige cargo shorts and sat wide-legged in the couch chair. Her pussy gaped a little bit from the pressure of the baby. I was not sure if it would still take a week; right then, I believed the baby would come in two, perhaps three days, max.

“After drinking, I need some good licking, Daddy.” Savannah cooed.

I kneeled between her inviting wide-open legs and grabbed one large tit with both my hands. As my tongue dabbed on the aroused nipple, Savannah let out a little moan. I docked my mouth on it and started sucking, her warm mommy milk filling my mouth. It had a beautiful, sweet taste, and the consistency was a bit fatty. She was producing much more than I expected, so I quickly swallowed and kept sucking on that sensitive nipple. She felt the pleasure of my sucking all the way into her gaping cunt, and bit by bit, as I drank more of her white Nestlé, she felt her tit being relieved from the milk pressure.

After drinking at least ten mouths full of her delicious white nectar, less milk was made available, so I removed my mouth from her erect, worn-out nipple. Savannah moaned softly, already missing that sucking pleasure she was experiencing on her very sensitive tit. I switched to the other ready milk duct and started eagerly sucking it, Savannah encouraging me by letting out a long sigh.

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With Claire, I had to change my methods. She was still resisting, and I was not inhuman, so I started training her like a pet, promising her treats: suck me off and get a two-hour-long hot bath. Offer your titties for sucking, and get any kind of dinner you ask for. Let me fuck you in your tight French pussy and get the chains removed for 24 hours. Claire was not immune to the treats she would be able to earn but wanted to think about it.

Of course, I explained to her that she shouldn’t run away; it was truly too dangerous out there for her alone, but that I wouldn’t go chase after her; the jungle would do the job. In some stolen moments, she asked the other girls about this, and they all confirmed it, telling her the story of poor Eleanor, who ran away and later was found by one of Kgosi's men in a grave condition, having been bitten by a poisonous snake. Of course, I brought her to the nearest hospital, and they were able to save her, but it was a close call. I went to visit her in the hospital as she was recovering, but she was asleep, so I left her an envelope with money and tucked it in her pajamas, making sure nobody but she would find it.

It was late afternoon as I was oiling the pregnant bellies of the girls to keep their skins hydrated and supple and to relieve any itching from the stretching of the skin. At that very moment, I had five very pregnant girls living at my place, all having those erotic bulges, but in different degrees; from small, five months pregnant, to heavily swollen eight month bellies. The last ones were my favorites, having those very sensitive, enlarged, big tit melons and slightly gaping cunt lips, getting ready to deliver my offspring.

Normally, I would oil those lovely bellies with one hand, at the same time fingering those lovely snatches with my other hand, thus having a deeper bonding. It was mandatory for the new girls to either watch or participate, depending on the level of cooperation they were showing to me. In other words, did they willingly want my baby seed in their unprotected pussies or not? So, Claire was watching us, me rubbing oil on those bellies full of my offspring.

As I was rubbing and fingering the youngest one, Naomi, I glanced at Claire, and she had a lustful look in her eyes. Was Claire a lesbian?

Claire was my personal case study. As I said, the standard approach during the first two weeks did not work, so the girls briefed her on what kind of treat that was offered that day and what she had to do for it. Already twice she had agreed on a challenge.

The first one she agreed to was letting me grab her gorgeous breasts for 20 minutes and allowing me to massage, knead, and suck on them. As a treat she got a warm dinner that evening.

The second challenge she accepted was me fingering her until she would cum on my hand. The reward was a week of warm dinners. Having her juices flow on my hand that day made me rock-hard, but I had to be patient; I wanted her to fuck me and not the other way around. She had to take the initiative.

Or today, if she would let me titty fuck her, she would get a four-hour break from her chain, including the use of the entire swimming pool area. So far, she had willingly earned those two little treats I had offered her, and each day she was more interested in the next possible challenge. Slowly she was warming up.

But I was stepping up. I unchained her and took her to the pool area, showing her all the luxuries she was allowed to use during the four-hour pool treat.

Besides the swimming pool, we had sun loungers, each with a large foldable sun screen; we had a hot tub; two girls were grilling vegetables, fish, and meat on the grill; the pool fridge was full with beverages, both non- and alcoholic; and of course in the freezer we had all kinds of sweets, such as ice creams, Greek yogurt popsicles, chocolate cherry ice cream sandwiches, frozen strawberry lemonade, copycat Java Chip Frappuccinos, and so on. So, if you didn’t fuck the entire time, you would get fat here….

This was to show her what was being offered, and after so many weeks in that bedroom, she, of course, eagerly said, "Oui! Tu peux baiser mes titties."

I noticed a subtle change in her as I watched her from one of the sun loungers, which were standing all around the pool. She was sitting upright on her sun lounger, but she had a softer facial expression somehow. As if she were "arriving." As if she understood that life at the Villa, as the girls called it, was good. The way she was sitting was relaxed too, and for the first time, she smiled as one of the girls brought her a freshly made cocktail.

Yes, slowly, Claire was coming home.

The first sign was that she started to dress sexier, determined to find her spot as high as possible in the hierachy of my women. For instance, she started wearing during the evening a sexy black, transparent negligee, partially showing me her beautiful big breasts and soft pink nipples. Adding to that, a bright red Chanel lipstick on her full lips made me wonder who of the two of us was in charge here.

But a treat is always combined with a little challenge. I had told Claire I wanted a titty fuck with her and that I wanted to come on her beautiful big tits.

“OK? Oui, pas de problème.” She replied, sure of herself. She had sucked many men, and her titties had never needed any Nivea, she remembered, from all the good, warm protein creaming they received back in France…

“But there is one handicap," I added.

Her eyes smiled at me, curious, eager.

“You see those three blondes there in the pool?”

“Eh, oui?”

"That was a special order I made; all three blondes are from California."

“One hour before I fuck your beautiful breasts, those three will give me a blowjob, draining my balls.”

Claire grinned. Little bastard, she thought. It will be harder for me to make him cum, and will he be able to fuck my boobies way longer before I get his hot cum all smeared on my tits…

“Challenge accepté!" She said. Claire was confident that an experienced French slut like her could make me cum again within 60 minutes.

“Deal!” and as we shook hands, Claire gave me a flirty look.

Instead of first letting her do the task to afterwards receive her treat, I always did it the other way around. I wanted Claire to first enjoy her treat, making her more relaxed and happy, this time enjoying the pool at my place and the enjoyable company of other girls.

I wanted her to understand that I wanted her to take the initiative in the future, the moment she was allowed to walk around free, just as the other girls were.

And I added, “And soon is my birthday, Claire.”

The little French slut didn’t answer that, but she slowly traced the edge of her lower lip licking it with the tip of her pink tongue, never breaking eye contact, followed by a soft, knowing smirk.

To be continued.