The time of your first milking has finally come. You're caught off guard by just how handsome the stud who came to milk you is. "No! I don't want to be milked by a-- a male!! I am a straight man! I like women!" You yell in protest. You never asked to be a cow girl; this humiliation was forced onto you.
Ignoring your cries, the well-muscled bull man forces you onto all fours. You can't find the strength to argue as his strong hands guide your body into the correct position. Your vulva aches, your vagina quivering with need despite your protests.
Why does this position feel so natural? The bull pulls your top down, exposing your sweaty, glistening nipples to the warm summer air. Anticipation builds as his masculine hands gently cup your tender breasts as they hang from your chest, releasing the strain from your back and shoulders. As his fingers pinch your nipples, you feel the steady stream of milk release from your overly engorged breasts. "Mooooo~" Blissful waves shoot through your mammaries and permeate every cell.
"You still seem a bit stressed; let me help you relax," the bull man grins.
Previously, the other cows told you how enjoyable milking sessions were. You scoffed at them, unable to consider your new body's potential positives. In the present, you shudder in delight as the male's strong hand drains your tit. He uses the other to probe your moist, steaming pussy. How long have you been holding so much pent-up tension? Your ears ring with the satisfying noises of your milk filling the bucket as many of your worries wash away in the creamy torrent. Sure, you don't want to be a cow girl, but if milking always feels this good...
As his fingers probe deep into your damp folds, you can't help but let out a loud moan. His fingers press against your clit, intensifying the pressure welling inside you and causing another storm of euphoria to course through your feminine frame. Is this what you've been missing out on? Your hips rock against his hands as you cry out in pleasure.
"You're almost done; you're doing such an excellent job," the bull reassures, licking his lips.
Hearing his words of praise brings you further joy and heightens your state of arousal. As the last bits of milk drain from your breast, you utter a loud "Mooooooo~" In sheer, organic delight.
After both tits are drained, you sit in a daze, basking in the afterglow of pure pleasure. You ask yourself. 'Why was I so upset about all of this in the first place?' The other cows were right. Milkings are the best.