Evening Milking & Breeding

The afternoon passed in a haze of constant leaking.

You spent most of it crawling behind Dorothy through the house, tongue lolling uselessly, drool and milk leaving shiny trails on every floor you crossed. Your swollen breasts felt heavier by the hour, nipples constantly beading with fresh milk. The modified catheter on your caged clitty dripped almost nonstop — thin, sweet streams running down your thighs.

By early evening, Dorothy decided it was time for a proper milking session.

She led you back into the kitchen by your pink collar.

“Up on the bench, MooMoo.”

She helped you climb onto the padded kitchen bench on all fours, positioning you so your heavy, leaking udders hung down over the edge. She placed two large glass bottles on the floor beneath you, complete with wide funnels.

Dorothy sat on a stool beside you, completely naked now, her thick cock already hard and resting against her thigh.

“Let’s fill these bottles, my pretty cow.”

She reached under you and began milking you properly — both hands working your swollen breasts in firm, rhythmic squeezes. Thick, warm streams of milk sprayed out, splattering into the funnels with loud, wet sounds. She hummed happily as she worked, occasionally leaning in to suckle directly from one nipple, drinking straight from the source while the rest sprayed messily.

Your modified tongue hung out the entire time, drool pouring freely from your open mouth onto the bench as you mooed pathetically.

“Moooo… Moooooo…”

“That’s it,” Dorothy cooed, squeezing harder. “Make those cute sounds while Mommy milks her dairy cow.”

When both breasts were drained and the first two bottles were full, she moved to your clitty.

She took the small, pierced, caged nub between her fingers and began stroking the base while gently tugging on the catheter tube. Warm milk immediately began squirting out in weak but steady streams, pattering into the third bottle.

“Look at that,” she laughed softly. “Even your tiny clitty is useful now. Just a pathetic little milk spout for Mommy.”

When all three bottles were filled, she set them on the counter and stood behind you.

Your ass was high, hole still slightly loose from yesterday’s marathon fucking, leaking a little leftover cum from her friends.

Dorothy didn’t hesitate.

She gripped your hips and pushed her thick cock inside you in one long, smooth thrust. You let out a loud, wet “Moooo!” as she filled you completely.

She fucked you hard and deep while reaching underneath to keep milking your breasts. Milk sprayed everywhere — onto the floor, onto the bench, even splashing against her thighs with every thrust.

The harder she fucked you, the more you leaked.

Your tongue hung out stupidly, drool pouring from your mouth in long strings as you moaned and mooed like a dumb animal. The combination of her cock pounding your prostate and her hands milking your sensitive udders quickly pushed you over the edge.

You came — a long, ruined orgasm that **** even more milk to squirt pathetically from your clitty and nipples while your hole clenched desperately around her shaft.

Dorothy groaned in pleasure and fucked you through it, finally burying herself to the hilt and flooding your insides with thick, hot cum.

She stayed inside you for a long time afterwards, gently stroking your leaking breasts, kissing the back of your neck.

“My perfect little cow,” she whispered lovingly. “Leaking milk and cum at the same time… This is exactly what you were always meant to be.”

She finally pulled out, letting her cum run down your thighs to mix with the puddles of milk on the floor.

Dorothy crouched in front of you and lifted your chin. Your tongue lolled out, covered in drool, eyes glassy with exhaustion and pleasure.

She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your extended tongue.

“Tomorrow we’re going to start selling your milk to some very special friends,” she murmured. “They’re going to pay a lot of money for fresh bottles from Mommy’s personal dairy cow.”

She gave one of your nipples a final, firm tug, making more milk drip onto the floor.

“Now… clean up your mess, MooMoo. Tongue only.”

Still leaking from every hole and udder, you lowered your head and began lapping up the mixture of your own milk and Dorothy’s cum from the kitchen floor while she watched with a satisfied, possessive smile.

The summer was far from over.

And Mommy’s pretty little cow still had so much milk to give.