Milking Bessy

Written by Tara Tainton

Tuesday, 14 April 2009 06:51

“Moo. Moooo…” sounded a rare, guttural call from the next room.

Mistress Jeanette continued to brush her long, black locks without flinching. She perfected the line of her dark red lipstick with a slender finger and winked at her own reflection in her bedroom mirror as she turned to leave. Her feminine curves, covered nearly head to toe in smooth and shining latex, squeaked as they moved to follow her dominant walk.

The heavy door to the adjacent room swung open, revealing the mistress poised in her infamous stance much to the simultaneous delight and terror of her awaiting client. “Moo,” he muttered more meekly.

He was bent over on all fours and obediently grazing on a carpet of synthetic turf and dressed in a costume of fur, both especially designed and ordered for this particular session. “Old Bessy,” as he requested to be referred to, adapted the appearance and habits of a cow quite remarkably. Only his enormous and strategically stretched scrotum was left visibly dangling between his fur-covered legs.

“Bessy, what a beautiful old girl you are. It’s time for your milking. Come along now.” A natural branch flicked across Bessy’s rump firmly prodded the client towards a small, makeshift gate and corral.

“Oh, you stubborn old cow. Come on!” A second swat got the game going and extracted a pleased groan from Bessy.

“Good girl,” Mistress Jeanette cooed as she knelt down before her anxious client. “What gorgeous teats you have. I can’t wait to get my hands on them.” The client moaned as the mistress’s bare hands began to caress his testicles.

Mistress Jeanette’s recent studying was evident. Her fingers expertly stroked and tugged, pulled and squeezed. Bessy’s primal groans grew louder and deeper.

Pull, squeeze. Pull, squeeze. And Bessy’s milk poured forth.