The First Live Stream

One week later, Dorothy decided it was time.

The OnlyFans channel Mommy’s Milky MooMoo went live with its very first stream.

The living room had been transformed into a makeshift studio. Bright ring lights illuminated the center of the room where a large pink padded breeding bench had been placed. A professional camera was set up on a tripod, another phone recording from a low angle to capture every drip and leak.

You were positioned on all fours on the bench — completely naked, collared, branded, and already leaking.

Your heavy breasts hung full and swollen, milk beading at your puffy nipples. Your caged clitty dripped steadily onto the bench. Your tongue hung out uselessly, long strands of drool falling onto the pink padding.

Dorothy sat on a chair beside you, wearing a elegant black lingerie set, looking every bit the proud owner.

She turned the camera on and smiled sweetly at the lens.

“Hello everyone~ Welcome to the very first stream of Mommy’s Milky MooMoo. Say hello to my pretty little dairy cow.”

She patted your head.

You looked toward the camera, eyes glassy, tongue lolling.

“H-hhh… M-moooo…” you moaned pathetically, drool pouring from your mouth.

The chat exploded instantly.

Dorothy laughed softly and began the show.

“Today we’re doing a full milking and breeding session. MooMoo’s udders are very full, so let’s start with these…”

She reached under you and grabbed both of your breasts. She squeezed firmly, sending thick jets of warm milk spraying out in multiple directions. Some landed in the glass bowl she’d placed underneath you, some splattered onto the bench and floor.

“M-moooooo!” you cried out, voice broken and animalistic.

She milked you steadily for the camera — both hands working your swollen tits, occasionally leaning in to suckle loudly from one nipple while milk sprayed from the other.

The chat was going wild with tips pouring in.

After draining most of your breasts, Dorothy moved behind you.

She turned the camera angle lower to perfectly capture your leaking, dripping holes.

“Time to breed my cow,” she announced.

She pressed her thick cock against your hole and pushed in slowly, letting the viewers watch every inch disappear inside you.

You let out a long, wet “M-moooooo!” as she bottomed out.

Dorothy started fucking you with deep, powerful strokes — her heavy breasts bouncing, pearls swaying. Every thrust made your swollen udders swing and leak even more milk onto the floor.

She reached under you and continued milking your breasts while pounding you, making sure the camera caught the milk spraying with every impact.

“Look how much she leaks when she gets fucked,” Dorothy moaned for the audience. “Such a perfect dairy cow.”

She fucked you harder, the wet sounds of her cock slamming into your cum-filled hole echoing through the room. Your tongue hung out stupidly, drool pouring freely as you mooed and whimpered for the camera.

The tips kept flooding in.

Dorothy eventually buried herself deep and came inside you with a satisfied groan, flooding your insides while she squeezed your breasts one final time, draining the last of your milk.

She pulled out slowly, letting the viewers watch her thick cum leak out of your ruined hole and mix with the puddles of milk on the floor.

Dorothy smiled at the camera, stroking your hair while you panted and drooled.

“That’s the end of our first stream, everyone. MooMoo will be back very soon for daily milkings and breedings. Bottle orders will open next week for those who want fresh MooMoo milk delivered.”

She blew a kiss and ended the stream.

Once the camera was off, she knelt in front of you and lifted your chin.

“You did so well, MooMoo,” she whispered lovingly, kissing your extended tongue. “Over ten thousand people just watched you get milked and fucked like a dumb cow. And this is only the beginning.”

She gave one of your nipples a final tug, making a last weak spurt of milk drip onto the floor.

“Tomorrow we’re doing a special ‘Dog Breeding + Milking’ stream. The dogs get to use you while Mommy milks you live on camera.”

She smiled sweetly.

“How does that sound, my pretty little dairy cow?”

You could only look up at her, tongue hanging out, drooling and leaking, and whimper:

“M-moooo…”