milkmaid

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A fragrant aroma of milk wafted into my nostrils, and I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, warming me gently. I stretched my legs, sat up in bed, and grabbed the clothes covering me.
The first thing I did after getting out of bed was open the window, where a cup of hot milk was already placed. I picked up the cup and drank it down in one gulp. To be honest, freshly squeezed milk doesn't taste very good and has a slightly gamey smell, but I love its freshness, which is why I have the workers prepare a cup for me every day.
After finishing the milk, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Only after I was all done did I go out to eat.
I'm a factory manager; I own a dairy farm and a dairy processing plant, mainly producing milk powder and cheese. I remember that in the beginning, conditions were very poor. Later, through the hard work of myself and a group of workers, our milk powder and cheese gained a certain reputation. However, a substandard milk powder scandal later damaged my business.
I like money, but I've never considered selling counterfeit goods. Later, business got worse and worse, and eventually we merged with a large company—actually, we were acquired. I'm still the factory manager, but I rarely do the actual work anymore. I just handle some workers' affairs. Now we only manage production; sales are the head office's responsibility, so I have a lot of free time.
After eating something, I went to the milk collection workshop. This is where the company has the most women. Most of the men are on the farms. Those guys would be happy to touch human breast milk, but not cows. So there are about a dozen female workers here who work from 5 a.m. to 4 p.m. every day, and rest at night—actually, it's not for the women to rest, it's for the cows to rest.
Speaking of which, the company I work for now isn't small; it's huge, powerful, and ranks among the top in the country. The milk collection process should have been done by machines long ago, but the company manager, wanting to solve some of the surplus labor problem, only installed automated equipment in a few branch factories. Here, it's still done by hand.
Actually, the local government had discussed it with our general manager. For every person they assigned to work, the government would provide the company with compensation. As a result, each workshop had over a dozen workers. Everyone had jobs, but the milk produced this way was unsanitary. Who knows, someone might drink the milk and get sick someday?
As soon as I entered the milk collection workshop, I smelled a fragrant aroma. Several women in uniforms and masks were busy working there. Even with masks, they were still chatting and laughing. They all greeted me when I came in.
"Hehe, everyone's busy, don't worry about me," I said. Watching the women's skilled milking movements was a pleasure. Watching their hands gently kneading those large breasts, I couldn't help but have some fantasies. Even though those breasts were cow's.
At this moment, the supervisor in charge of the workshop came over. "Factory manager, I have something to tell you, could you come out for a moment?"
"What is it?" I asked, but still followed her out.
Once outside the workshop, she looked around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered, "Some workers say this workshop is haunted at night!"
"What?" I almost laughed. What era are we living in? Why would anyone say it's haunted?
"That's right. These past few nights, people have heard someone crying inside the workshop, and there are some strange noises too," she said mysteriously.
"Oh, I see. Give me the key, I'll come check it out tonight. Don't tell anyone else beforehand, it might affect everyone," I said.
"Okay. I'm going back to work now," she said, turning and walking back into the workshop.
Although I don't really believe in ghosts, most of the employees here are from the countryside, and they're very superstitious. I wandered around a few more times before reporting the situation to the general manager. Time flew by, and it wasn't until dinner time that I remembered I had to go back to the workshop to see the truth behind the "ghost." I grabbed the key and headed to the workshop.
The workshop was dimly lit at night, lit by indicator lights on the machines. The workshop still smelled of milk. I found a place to sit and waited.
The workshop was huge; otherwise, how could it house over a dozen cows? There were also one or two dairy cows kept there. Because there were more cows now, the cowshed was still being expanded, so there were often a few cows here. After sitting for a while, I heard footsteps. This workshop had two doors, one for people and one for cows; I had locked the door for people. The footsteps stopped after a few sounds.
I waited a while, then slowly moved towards the direction of the sound. Just as I was groping my way forward, I heard another sound—a painful groan, which sounded like a ghostly wail.
"Who's there?" I shouted and rushed over, turning on my flashlight.
"Ah…" a woman's voice rang out.
In the flashlight beam, I saw a spotted dairy cow, its eyes wide open, staring at me. I stared back at it. Looking down, I finally saw the main body of the cow. Beneath the cow was a woman, a naked woman, a naked woman staring at me, a naked woman staring at me. She lay beneath the cow, legs spread, her left hand grasping the cow's teat and pressing it against her genitals.
I recognized this woman; she was a worker in this workshop named Li Chunxiao, of mixed race. Her mother was from Russia. I remember the first time I heard her name, I heard the phrase "You play the flute." She was from a nearby town, thirty-five years old this year, and usually gave the impression of being honest. She was
quite plump, with a slightly round face and short hair casually tied back. She was one of the few women in the factory who caught my attention, mainly because of her breasts, which were as large as a cow's udder.
This was a dairy farm, and everywhere you looked you could see cows with ridiculously large udders and unusually long teats, but there were a few women whose breasts were no less impressive than those of the cows. Li Chunxiao was one of them. Because I noticed her, I occasionally inquired about her. She was now divorced because her husband had robbed and murdered her, and she lived alone with her parents.
"Chunxiao..." I was startled, almost dropping my flashlight.
"Factory Manager... I... I..." She didn't know what to say, and immediately crawled out from under the cow and stood up straight. My flashlight involuntarily shone on her breasts. They
were truly magnificent breasts, large and slightly sagging, but that only fueled my desire. Her cleavage was deep; I wondered what it would feel like to insert a penis into it. Her breasts protruded slightly to the sides, and her nipples were large and dark, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white skin.
"Chunxiao, you're a long-time employee of the factory. Can you tell me anything? What... what are you doing?" I said, shining the flashlight on her a few times.
"Factory Manager... I... I... Please don't tell anyone else, otherwise I can't do this here," she said, her voice trembling with tears.
I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders, then took the opportunity to touch her breasts.
My hand immediately went numb as if electrocuted; those were really strong breasts.
"You... you're not a virgin, are you?" I asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
I pulled over two milking chairs, and we sat down. I really didn't expect this woman to masturbate with a cow's nipple; she might have been trampled to death by the cow.
"Manager, I... I want to continue working here, so... so please don't tell anyone else, okay?" she said, grabbing my hand and pressing it against her breast. It was clearly an attempt to tempt me into doing something wrong.
"Okay...okay...don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Only after saying that did I realize I hadn't thought it through. Of course, my hand remained glued to her breast for a while. Since things had come to this point, I decided to put aside all thoughts.
She smiled, then took the flashlight from my hand and placed my hand on her other breast.
I bit my tongue hard, a sharp pain shooting through my brain. This wasn't a dream.
The flashlight beam shone on her. Although it was cold outside, the air conditioning was on to maintain a comfortable environment for the cow, and the temperature was around twenty degrees Celsius. Even so, she still got goosebumps.
I rubbed her breasts with both hands, feeling very comfortable. After playing for a while, I realized there were many other parts of her body I could play with, and I wanted to exercise more than just my hands. I let go and squatted down, pressing my face between her breasts, inhaling the combined scent of her milk and her body odor.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, gently swaying her body from side to side like soothing a child.
"Yours are so big, are they natural?" I said, then took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently played with it with my tongue.
"Mmm..." Her voice trembled slightly. I hadn't expected her breasts to be so sensitive. "I... my mom's are big too."
I didn't say anything more; it was hereditary. I'd seen foreign women on TV before; their breasts weren't just "full," they were enormous.
Her legs parted slightly, and my right hand slowly moved from her breast to her vulva. Because of the masturbation, she was already very wet. I touched it and smelled it. Even there, it smelled like milk.
Her nipples, constantly teased by my tongue, were fully aroused, even the bumps on her areolas had hardened. My right middle finger gently stirred inside her vagina while my thumb teased her clitoris.
"Mmm... harder... harder..." She closed her eyes, while her hands groped my back.
I remember when I used to hire prostitutes in the city, they would always yell "Gently, gently!" whenever I went at them hard. But she was the opposite.
I released her nipple, and she immediately lowered her head and kissed me, her tongue wrapping around mine like an octopus. I didn't move, letting her tongue swirl in my mouth. She was now sitting on my lap. I sat on the floor, one hand playing with her breasts, the other probing inside her vagina.
Her left hand slowly slipped inside my pants, grasping my penis, then rubbing the glans with her thumb, making my urethra tingle.
I placed her on a small chair and stood up. Before I could even move, she was already unbuckling my belt, and her skill surprised me. My pants were down in a few moments, and she immediately and eagerly took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard.
A warm feeling enveloped my penis. I stood there motionless, afraid that if I moved, this wonderful, comfortable, and pleasant feeling would disappear.
Her left hand grasped my testicles, while her right hand caressed my buttocks. Her oral skills were incredible; she blew and sucked, her tongue constantly swishing back and forth on the glans, using her teeth, palate, lips—every part of her body. Several times I almost couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth.
I held her head and forcefully pushed the glans against her throat, then pulled it out. Her tongue forcefully probed my urethra.
"How is it? Is mine as big as your husband's?" I asked on a whim.
"Much better than his. He ejaculates every time I blow on him. He's not cooperative at all." She said, opening her mouth to take my testicles in.
I smiled with satisfaction and then pulled my penis out of her mouth. She knelt on the chair, cupped her breasts with both hands, spat some saliva into them, then took my penis and repeatedly tapped the glans against her nipples. After a few times, I felt a burning pain on the glans, accompanied by a numbness—the two sensations intertwined.
She rubbed my urethra with her nipples, occasionally licking it with her tongue. I couldn't take it anymore, so I forcefully thrust my penis between her breasts and started pumping.
My penis rubbed against her breasts, the head hitting her body repeatedly. She knelt there, pressing her hands against her breasts, trying to clamp my thick penis between them.
I looked down at her; she smiled mysteriously, then used her left arm to support her breasts, while her other hand grasped my testicles. When I thrust in forcefully, she squeezed hard, the squeeze and release perfectly synchronized with my movements.
I took the flashlight and shone it on her breasts; her dark nipples contrasted beautifully with my dark glans, and her breasts were red from the vigorous friction.
She laughed, took the flashlight, and turned it to shine on my penis, then tapped it repeatedly with the cold flashlight, finally covering my scrotum with it—it was so cool. The light from the flashlight dimmed considerably through my scrotum.
I put the head of my penis in her mouth and thrust forcefully for a while, until the head started to hurt a little. I pulled out my penis and then gently patted her head.
She immediately picked up her clothes and spread them on the ground, then knelt on them, sticking out her round buttocks. Her breasts drooped down, truly not much smaller than cow's breasts.
I knelt behind her and gently rubbed my penis against her genitals. Suddenly, I curiously picked up a flashlight and carefully examined her genitals. Like most women, her genitals were nothing special, but the tuft of pubic hair intrigued me—it was golden.
I found it strange, because her hair was black, so how could her pubic hair be golden? I touched it a few times; it was very soft. Who cares where it came from? I'll have some fun first.
She knelt there and shook her buttocks, seemingly impatient. I parted her thick labia and forcefully thrust inside.
Before I even moved, she was already moving, and her movements were exceptionally intense. Her body moved back and forth continuously, and her vagina was surprisingly tight, making my thrusting incredibly pleasurable.
"Ah...ah..." she moaned.
My glans was tightly gripped by her vagina, each thrust bringing intense pleasure, as if my glans was about to be severed. My penis slowly grew larger with each thrust.
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the cow's udder. The cow twitched a few times, but quickly calmed down thanks to the fence. She gently rubbed the cow's teats with both hands.
I became aroused, so I pressed myself against her back, reaching under her arms to grasp her breasts, while my penis continued to penetrate deeper into her vagina.
She probably couldn't bear my weight, so she quickly released the cow's udder, pressing her hands to the ground and enduring my thrusts.
It felt so good! Not just the sensation on my penis, but every part of her body that came into contact with me felt so comfortable. Her body was full and muscular, except for her breasts.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." she moaned loudly. Worried that her moans would attract attention, I turned her head and sealed her lips with mine.
Her tongue immediately entered my mouth, passionately intertwining with mine.
I remained kneeling on the ground, my penis continuously thrusting in and out of her vagina. I don't know how much time passed, but her movements had slowed down, yet I still had the strength to keep thrusting tirelessly.
Suddenly, she squeezed her vagina forcefully, actually forcing my penis out.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I'm so tired..." she said, standing up.
I immediately sat down in a chair and spread my legs. She understood what I meant, so she came over and sat on my lap. I grabbed my penis, found the position of her vagina, and then inserted it.
She immediately hugged my shoulders tightly, her body moving up and down slowly but with great amplitude. I was even worried that I would rupture her uterus.
I lowered my head and bit one of her nipples, while my hands hugged her waist. This position was really good. Before, I always wanted to go deeper, but two buttocks were blocking my way. Now, there was no distance between us, and with her weight, I could penetrate very deeply each time.
Her hands moved to my head and hugged me very tightly. I was not careful and my face was buried in her breasts. I suddenly had difficulty breathing and was at a loss.
I wanted to struggle out, but at this moment, she suddenly hugged me even tighter, and her vagina began to contract. I knew her orgasm was coming. Sure enough, she wrapped her arms around my neck even tighter. I was about to get out to breathe, but I was pushed back down.
She quickened her pace, the chair creaking in protest.
My penis was gripped tightly, my head held down, and just as my consciousness began to fade, she suddenly released her grip. I immediately crawled out of her breast grave.
"Huff..." I gasped for breath, finally alive.
She was in the throes of orgasm, slumped over me, completely exhausted. I slowly pulled out my penis and placed her on the chair.
She touched my semen-covered penis a couple of times, then opened her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. She was good enough, satisfied so quickly, while I was still hanging there.
I pulled my penis out and rubbed it vigorously between her breasts, and she pressed her hands against them and moved vigorously as well. As the speed and intensity increased, I soon felt a surge of heat rise from the base of my penis to the glans.
"Pfft..." A thick, hot stream of semen spurted out, landing on her face and chest.
I had finally finished my task and sat there.
"You shot so much!" she said, licking the semen from her lips and smearing it evenly between her breasts with her hands.
And just like that, the workshop returned to normal, and the rumored ghost story was dropped.
Li Chunxiao continued her routine of working in the morning and coming home in the evening. Her breasts were still as big as ever, but instead of going straight home after work, she would come to my place to help me tidy up my room.
I continued my old life, still drinking a glass of milk every morning. This time, however, someone was feeding me, which made me happy and gave me the peace and quiet. I planned to "develop" a few more women like Li Chunxiao.
The dairy cows in the factory continued their daily "ravaging," everything remained the same.

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