First Time Milking Cows

By Kinky Press

The First Pick Dairy Auction is beginning, and my first time as a dairy maid is at hand.

The wealthiest man — the man who can buy any woman he wants — bids on me and my engorged utters. My breasts are aching for release, and this man knows how to pump a dairy maid dry.

A woman’s first time as a dairy maid is supposed to be hot but restrained. That’s not the reputation of my new billionaire master. By the end of the night, he’ll have me tied up, saddled, and begging for his own special brand of sweet juice.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steamy eReads
• Release date: Dec 10, 2019

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First Time Milking Cows

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Table of Contents

First Time Milking Cows

First Pick

My First Milking

First Pick

Five minutes until First Pick, I waited, standing tall, trying not to compare myself to the other milking cows, but it was hard to do. They were my competition, and they were beautiful.

I never knew what I wanted to do in life until I picked up a news article about milking farms, and then I knew at once. I wanted to be a milking cow, but not just any milking cow, one of Master Keller’s — the finest owner a cow could have.

No one understood back then. Years ago, milking farms weren’t as popular as they are now — a phenomenon — milking businesses sprouting up all around the country. None of it would be possible without the milk shortage. In a way, I owed the virus making animals unable to produce — except for humans — leaving us to create all the milk we consumed. None of this, especially Master Keller’s wealth, would be possible without the fervor created by the shortage.

Tense, I waited, the moment I’d been waiting years for about to happen — the moment of my first milking. We were all congregated at the bottom of a large stone staircase, milk fountains rolling down the sides of it, disappearing into the marble floor. I doubted it was real milk — only colored water. Real milk was far too rare and expensive.

I wondered if the other girls were as nervous as me. We were cream of the crop, chosen by Master Keller for First Pick,