Seeding the Milking Cow

By Kinky Press

The First Pick Dairy Auction is over, but my first time to be seeded as a milking cow is at hand.

My Master no longer wants to share me. He wants me and my fertile body all to himself. My breasts are aching for release, and Master knows how to tie me up and drain me. I need to be spread for his pleasure so Master can plant his seed deep inside.

Am I ready for such total submission? Will my master not just take cream, but give it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steamy eReads
• Release date: May 14, 2020

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Seeding the Milking Cow

Kinky Press

Published by Steamy eReads, 2019.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter One

Keller took me away.

I was just arguing with Sadie that I was still working as a milking cow, that I wasn’t getting special treatment, when he pulled me out of line with the others.  So much for that.

You know he wants more, Sadie told me.

Like what?

He’s infatuated with you. Every girl here sees it. They’re so jealous. The funny thing is, you have no clue.

I have a clue. It’s just... he’s the owner of this place. He’s all business. You know how he is.

Which makes it exceptionally weird that he’s doing this. Are you going to make a move?

Before I could decide, Keller took me from the line. He decided for me.

I knew I was something special to Keller. I was the first milking cow he ever drank from. The Master Milker found me especially interesting, so much that I often wondered why.

Eat with me, he said.

It was an order, but an order that wasn’t difficult to follow.

We headed away from the lunch buffet, milking cows all lined up in their cow print bathing suits, waiting for a chance at the barbeque. I followed him down a familiar hallway, a long stretch through the mansion that led to more private areas and out of the milking cows' living spaces.

I was at the pool before, but I was wearing a silk shawl over my bathing suit, loving the feeling of it swaying over my curves as we headed away, so I was sort of decent. My excitement rose, my body getting ready to give itself over to the man who had claimed me. I was expecting another milking, especially if he was taking me away. I certainly wasn’t expecting just a private dinner with Keller.

He