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Laura honestly had no idea where this newfound, horny persona came from. Soliciting sexual favors from a Dave and Busters employee she didn’t even know a couple of hours ago was not part of her usual routine, nor was it an item on her bucket list. Whether she was going through a phase or otherwise, she didn’t question it too hard.
“H-- Here you are!” Jose stammered, opening the passenger door of his rusty truck to be a proper gentleman.
As Laura sat down, she momentarily winced. Fastfood bags littered the floor while the faint, stagnant aroma of cannabis saturated the cabin. At least her seat seemed to be clearn.
“Sorry about the mess. I don’t usually have a passenger,” meekly stated Jose as he started the truck and drove.
Whether you have passengers or not, you should treat your truck better. Laura mused, taking a deep breath as she folded her hands in her lap. The vehicle was gross, but Jose himself didn’t seem to have much confidence in himself. Gross and awkward weren’t traits she looked for in a mate or even a one-night stand. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Laura said with a weak smile. What am I even doing? Am I really going to do this?
“It’s kind of hot in here. Let me turn the air up,” mumbled Jose as he turned the air conditioning up to the full blast.
Laura took a deep breath, closing her eyes as the cool air washed over her. While she had considered backing out of her sex plans just moments prior, her thoughts gradually re-focused on her need for sexual release. Jose’s musky scent flowed through the cabin, flooding Laura’s nostrils and tantalizing her senses. That same impassioned need for the touch of a male returned as her breasts and nethers throbbed in anticipation. What am I thinking? I need to be fucked; I deserve a good time. She thought about her precious cows, recalling when she watched one of her farm bovines get fucked by a massive bull while mooing flooded the courtyard. “Mmmm….” Her lips curled up into a grin as an abnormal pressure erupted from the top of her head. It didn’t occur to Laura how unnatural all of this was.
Jose broke into a sweat and glanced over to Laura before looking at the road one again. “Hey-- are you okay?” it was hard not to notice the damp, swollen woman sitting next to him as she squirmed in her seat.
Laura didn’t consider how erotic her ill-fitting clothes might be to some. While she felt a desperate need to strip her tight clothes from her body, her excitement and giddiness over the prospect of getting laid drown out any sentiment of discomfort. “Y-- Yeah… I’m fine. Hurry up and take me home. Okay, Jose?” She purred with a lustful grin. She couldn’t stop thinking about that cow being fucked, or that dream she had where she had been fucked while exposed to nature. Strangely, she found herself jealous of that cow. It got to enjoy the splendor of a strong, well-endowed mate while having no care in the world outside of being milked and grazing. I don’t want to work on that damn farm another day. She grumbled to herself before her mind glazed over and transitioned back to simpler, more erotic musings.
Jose knew when not to ask questions. There was an incredibly attractive, damp woman lusting for him. She even had the type of thick, curvaceous assets he found most appealing. “Alright, cool,” he responded simply, taking a deep breath as he tried to stop his mind from wandering.
Upon arrival, Laura struggled to ascend the stairs to Jose’s third-floor apartment, chafing and grunting as her clothes threatened to rip at the seams and fall to the floor. “Ugh… How much farther?” She groaned as her rotund rear wobbled with every step. Straining sounds could be hard amidst the dull hum of fluorescent lighting overhead.
“Yeah, it’s right here!” Jose responded eagerly, briefly licking his lips as he glanced at his prized catch. He pulled his keys out and fidgeted with the lock and opened the door.
Laura waddled in, panting as she glanced around the room. The living room was small and cluttered with paper plates, disposable cups, and empty junk-food containers strewn about. A filthy bong caked in brown gunk sat on the stained coffee table while a thirty-two inch television sat pathetically on a folding card table. She sighed and took a seat on the couch to catch her breath as Jose mentioned grabbing something and walked to the kitchen. It doesn’t matter what his place looks like. He just needs to make me cum. As her stream of consciousness transitioned back to impure thoughts, a giddy, yet somewhat vacant smile spread aross her face. Cows would walk through their shit and defecate wherever they stood, so why should she let a messy apartment ruin her evening of excitement?
Jose approached and handed Laura a cold bottle of water, who gladly accepted and started to drink. “So, umm-- should we… Uhh, watch something? Like, a movie?”
Laura winced. Did this man have any idea what he was doing? Had he never taken a woman home before? Her loins and swollen body screamed for freedom and stimulation as the top of her head throbbed and grew more painful. She failed to notice the warm, creamy fluid leaking from her nipples and soaking through her top. “A movie??” She asked dully, glaring at the man. Laura grabbed the collar of the man’s shirt and leaned over close to his face. “Don’t you see how tight and uncomfortable these clothes are to me? Take me to your goddamn room and take my clothes off.” Her words grew more frantic as fragmented memories of a massive cock fucking her from behind refused to leave her alone. Her vagina twitched and spasmed, pressing uncomfortably against her hot, sticky panties.
Jose froze, staring at Laura like a deer in the headlights. He had never been in a situation like this before and was completely winging it. “O-Oh, yeah! Sorry-- yeah, let me help!” He reached down and put his arms around Laura, pulling her into his arms. As he carried her, his legs wobbled.
Under normal circumstances, Laura would have been turned off by just how difficult it was for Jose to carry her. He wobbled, groaned, and sweated as he brought her to his bedroom. She didn’t care right now; his masculine, musty stink drove her mad, rousing an uncontrollable desire within her. After Jose unceremoniously flopped her onto his bed, he gasped and panted to catch his breath. Laura briefly glanced at her surroundings, not surprised by how dingy and unkempt it was. The stagnant scent of dirty laundry and unwashed sheets permeated the air, only further arousing an already hormonal Laura.
“P-- Please… Just take my damn clothes off already. Don’t you want to get laid?” Laura asked with a purr, writhing on the single-sized bed as the old springs creaked beneath her swollen mass.
An already half-erect Jose briskly nodded and took a deep breath before leaning over and getting to work. It took every ounce of his willpower not to tremble and lose his cool.
“Ahhhh…” Laura squealed as Jose’s sweaty finger looped under the hem of her shirt and pulled it upward. She adjusted her body to make it easier, allowing the wet garment to be stripped from her. As it peeled away, the cool bedroom air caressed her sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to form. Once her shirt was off, Jose paused and gawked at Laura’s breasts with a stupefied expression. Her swollen mounds threatened to burst from each inadequate cup and bounce freely.
“Oh, don’t worry. You will get to enjoy my tits plenty but you need to focus your attention lower first,” insisted Laura shortly, losing her patience. Jose obliged, reachingdown with shaky hands. After fumbling for a few seconds, he regained his composure and started to strip the pants off of Laura. She arched her body, gasping in anticipation as the steamy fabric separated from her soft, milky thighs. Her ass spilled outward once freed, prompting Laura to let out a content sigh. She did her best to ignore the desperate throbbing between her legs as her crotch was fully exposed to Jose. Laura’s pale pink panties rode up into her feminine crevice and ass cheeks, uncomfortably chafing against the sensitive flesh.
“H-- holy shit…” Jose muttered, staring down in awe. The swollen and curvaceous woman beneath him looked like a sex goddess. Her D Cup tits pushed her undersized bra to its limit while her lower body writhed and gluttonously sucked in her underwear. Not only that, but her body language and panting-- all of it served to transition his penis into a fully-erect state.
“P-- Please… Bra and panties-- whatever order you want, take them off-- now, please…” Laura begged as a trickle of white fluid leaked from each nipple as they poked out from the top of each cup. She eagerly watched as the sweaty, shell-shocked Jose complied and moved his hands under her and started to fiddle with her bra. After an awkward minute, she grunted in frustration and partially sat up, unfastening it herself. “Now take it off! Then my panties-- hurry up!” She demanded as her breath rate picked up. At this specific moment, Jose was the sexiest man on the planet despite his filthiness and various shortcomings.
Laura couldn’t contain her noises as the bra slipped away. “Mmmm… Ooooo…” Laura moaned and squealed as her quivering lips formed a smile. Once freed, each ample, swollen tit sprung forth with a healthy jiggle. “Ahhh-- they’re-- they’re throbbing-- oooooh…” A shiver went down her spine as her nipples spasmed, faint trickles of opaque fluid now flowing from her engorged mammaries. Her vulva responded in kind, convulsing in anticipation while the embers of unbridled lust erupted within her loins. The fuzzy sensations in her chest and crotch spread, consuming the entirety of her being. “M-- My panties… Mmmm..Oooooo…” She fantasized about Jose stripping down naked, exposing an inhumanly massive, dark, throbbing cock. Within the palace of her mind, the surroundings shifted, warping her to a grassy pasture.
Despite her eagerness to come here, a shred of lucidity momentarily woke Laura from her stupor. W-- Wait, what am I thinking?... I shouldn’t be here-- why am I imagining his dick like this? She didn’t want to admit it, but a part of her knew this imaginary penis reminded her of something. Laura recalled watching that cow get fucked once again before the mental image of ridiculously well-endowed Jose crept into her mind once more. Even if she loved her cows and was somewhat envious of their lackadaisical lifestyle, that didn’t mean she wanted to be fucked like one-- right? There was simply no way.
“W-- Wait, Jose--,” a now somewhat apprehensive Laura muttered. “I-- OOOooooh!” Laura’s pleas turned to moans as Jose slipped her panties down and dislodged them from her ass and moistened sex. As this happened, the hot, sticky fabric rubbed against her clitoris. Pleasurable bursts shot through the sensitive nerve bundle, eliciting louder cries of pleasure from Laura. Orgasmic waves washed through her pelvis and the core of her body. N-- NO! I can’t-- I can’t do this, I-- She tried to reason with herself but her mind quickly grew fuzzy and unfocused, drowning out any rational thoughts she might have. As Laura panted and purred, she noticed the sensation of warm liquid running down her breasts. Glancing downward, Laura watched as her nipples spasmed before her eyes, releasing spurts of milk against her will. How was any of this possible?
“Holy fucking shit…” Jose put a hand on his forehead, gazing down at the naked Laura in awe. He had never seen anything like this before. Is she pregnant? He wasn’t sure how milk worked, but assumed that’s what it had to mean. Her stomach didn’t look bloated though. On the plus side, he was able to discover a new fetish.
“Milk?...” Laura stupidly muttered, feeling a mix of fear and confusion. She wanted to stand up, get her clothes on, and get the hell out. Something was obviously wrong with her body.
"you want to be mlked? Aren’t your breasts sore, Laura?”
A mysterious voice echoed in her head, urging her to embrace her primal desires. Laura wasn’t sure what to think; was this supposed to be her own conscious egging her on? Something seemed incredibly wrong.
Laura opened her mouth to speak. “Jose, I--,” her words cut off as a thick haze crept into her psyche once more.
“You will feel so much better. Don’t your cows enjoy being milked?”
Any remaining semblance of willpower faded from Laura as a growing, desperate need dug its claws into her and refused to let go. “Jose, I-- I want you to milk me… They hurt; please… You’re the only one who can do this,” pleaded Laura as she panted the whole time.
Jose’s signature expression of disbelief didn’t falter. He stared in complete awe as if a UFO landed right in front of him and he just made contact with aliens. How could he say no? “Y-- Yes, okay!...”
Laura closed her eyes tightly, squealing and purring in anticipation. When his sweaty hands made contact with her tits, she gasped loudly and shuddered. Yes, he’s so close… She felt Jose position himself over her with either knee outside her legs. He finally got a good grip, squeezing each engorged mammary. “AHHH!! MMMOOoooo!” Laura wailed as torrents of pleasurable pain wracked her entire chest. Milk squirted out and dripped through Jose’s fingers before soaking the bedsheets. Amidst Jose’s utterances of shock, Laura felt a sense of disbelief over just how full her tits were; it was as if each were a massive water balloon, ready to burst. As they emptied, she felt pure bliss. It was relief more intense than anything she had felt in her life; even stripping off her clothes in the comfort of an air-conditioned bedroom after a day of labor didn’t compare to this.
“YES!!! Ahh-- it won’t stop… There’s--- there’s still so much more-- oh god…” Laura wailed, failing to notice as two little bumps formed on top of her head and broke through her scalp. They were too small to notice through her hair yet regardless, even when combined with a mirrored sensation on her tailbone. “Jose-- use your fucking mouth… Suck this milk out of me right now,” aggressively demanded an increasingly horny and crazed Laura.
Jose froze in place, scrunching his brow. Was this a trap or something? Could he really do this? “Is… Is it really okay for me--”
“YES, don’t make me repeat myself-- oh god, please… Mmmm… Oooo…” Laura's moans dragged out, becoming ever so slightly less human. Much to Laura’s delight, Jose obliged and took her swollen areola into his mouth. Despite the awkwardness of his suckling, she drew great pleasure and arousal from this new and exciting sensation. Electric jolts coursed through her engorged tit as powerful bursts of milk sprayed into Jose’s mouth. There was so much of it, the substance dribbled from his mouth and spilled out onto Laura’s supple, sweat-drenched body. A sense of fulfillment and pride rose up within her. Look how much milk I produce-- look how much he’s enjoying it. It must taste amazing… She purred and moaned in delight as Jose’s tongue flicked over the hardened, pink point.
After some time, Jose switched to Laura’s other breast, continuing to extract the wonderful ambrosia from Laura. She moaned the whole time, growing more and more excited the longer it went. If it took him so long to drain her, that meant she must have been a top tier milk-producer. I would give my precious cows a run for their money, wouldn’t I?
What seemed like hours passed and Jose finally pulled away, noting each tit had decreased in size. Not only that, but he actually felt somewhat full; as if he just had a meal. “W-- What now? Can we-- umm…” Hie mumbled as his throbbing erection pressed uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants.
Laura momentarily basked in the afterglow of being drained before that creeping feeling of sexual need took root. “You don’t look comfortable; I should help you for doing such a good job,” she purred, sitting up as Jose pulled away and gave her space. “Lay on your back if you want your reward,” insisted Laura with a lustful grin plastered across her face. The always obedient Jose obliged, adjusting as he lay on his back.
“Let’s see what we have here.” Laura’s voice dripped with a playful a musical quality as her hips swayed back and forth gleefully. After positioning herself above Jose, she unfastened his pants button, sliding them down around her waist. Immediately after, she reached for his boxers and started to rip them away with a she-wolf's ferocity in heat. Laura’s heart raced as her pupils dilated. Yes, show me that massive fucking cock of yours. Once the boxers slid down his thighs, Jose’s turgid shaft burst forth, now fully exposed.
She turned her eyes downward as her heart instantly sank. All of her excitement plummeted into the abyss as she came to a horrible realization. Between Jose’s legs was a big, eight-inch penis. That image of a massive, dark bull cock she had fixated on so heavily was nothing but a hormone-fueled fantasy. Anger welled up within her as she filled with frustration. Fuck. What am I supposed to do with this? Most women would be delighted to see such a majestic, throbbing erection, but it wasn’t enough. Despair washed over Laura as she repressed an urge to scream and cry. Why were the cows so lucky? They got to fuck those massive, muscular bulls, and she was stuck with a man that had what she perceived to be a tiny cock.
CHAPTER END
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