Quincy, the milk man

Months go by, with nobody coming or going. Mr. Wyndham doesn't come by, he doesn't send anybody over, and he doesn't respond on the intercom. It's just Martin, his tea and milk, and loneliness.

Soon she was seven months pregnant, summer was over and winter was coming. Alice didn't even get much of a chance to enjoy it, since the lecherous neighbor made it a point to scream something about Trump over the fence every time she used the pool.

Her pregnant belly was much bigger now, it made movement difficult, it caused her ankles to hurt constantly, she felt fatigue, her bladder was ALWAYS full and she was desperately horny. Martin's foot massages, and her new space alien cock vibrator that rotated in seven places and had little barbs helped her a lot.

But she yearned for Mr. Wyndham.

One night, while she was getting ready to bath, she felt a newfound tightness in her bust. She grasped at her chest and a single bead drew from her darkened nipples. Hoping Mr. Wyndham was watching, she stopped her bath water and propped a pillow up to support her back before bringing a nipple to her mouth for a pull.

"I'm making milk Mr. Wyndham! It's sweet and warm!" She screamed to the heavens. "You can come and drink it now! I'm soooooo lonely!" She dove back in drinking deeply from both. "Please, Mr. Wyndham! I want your cock inside me, I need it! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSE?"

For the first time in a while, he came onto the intercom. "Oh, Alice. You have no idea how bad I want to pound you into the floor. But I can't risk being seen. The heat is dying down, your father is accepting his place. But I can't risk unraveling it... not yet." Alice pouts up at him. "Don't look so sad, we'll be together soon enough. And in the meantime, I'll send over one of my specialists to keep you company tomorrow! He knows just how to handle good girls like you."

Alice slept in her cold bed, woke to drink Martin's seemingly endless tea and milk, and waited for the knock that came just after lunch. A skinny man with long hair and glasses look back at her. "Hello, sweet-thang! I can see you're all ready for my services!"

He reaches out and frees her swollen breasts giving them a soft squeeze that makes her milk shoot out onto his glasses. "Looks like I can skip to the efficiency phase right away." he says as he cleans his glasses. "My name is Quincy, and I'm a hucow trainer just outside of town! We specialize in farming breast-milk for deserving customers."

She looks bewildered, "What's a hucow?" he smiles, "Well, that's a consenting woman who agrees to be treated as a milking cow. We keep our hucow's well-bred, by paying people looking for surrogates in order to maximize her milk production." he smiles as if everybody knows.

"Now, everything has been arranged, you're to be hand-milked and its to be delivered to Mr. Wyndham, so lets get you ready!" She yips as Martin begins stripping her down and leading her to the guest bedroom.

Without any fore-play Quincy is balls deep in her chronically dripping preggo pussy. "Stop I've gotta go pee! It's gonna come out." Quincy just smiles takes a moment to strip off fully and says "The sloppier the warmin' up, the better the yield, girl."

Periodically, he checks her breasts with gentle slides down her hanging flesh. But he never gives up his breakneck pace.

Eventually, he swaps from her swollen flower, to hilt himself in her tight backdoor. It takes just a few minutes before Alice can take it no longer and she shoots out all of her stored fluids in unison, cumming on Quincy's professional cock.

"That's a girl, loosen that tight body up! Let your hormones tell your breasts that you're nice and bred, and gotta feed the baby!"

He re-robes without taking his own pleasure and places a large bowl under her breasts. With measured hands he brings ropes out of her nipples, they had swollen to three times their usual size during the "warm-up" that left her quivering in his hands.

She sighs audibly as she understands her place under him. "Mhmmm, get it all out so Mr. Wyndham can get full off my milk."

"You're a natural! It can take some cows 3 or 4 stud breedings before they can fill a bucket." Quincy says hungrily "It's a shame you can't come back to the farm, the milkers would make a girl like you cum like a rocket."

She imagined being milked like a cow in a stall with other woman, the idea was oddly pleasing. When her breasts had given way to soreness, and the flow had stopped, Quincy took the salad bowl that was about half full and poured it into a 6oz milk carton before labeling it, and sealing it by hand. "Gotta get back while it's still fresh from the source. I'll be here 3 times a week, and I think we can get your production up to at least 8oz before the baby comes!"

With this, Martin begins cleaning you up, getting you to the couch, and steam cleaning the guest-room carpet.