milkmaid

The first thing I did after getting out of bed was open the window, where a cup of hot milk was already laid out. I picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. To be honest, freshly squeezed milk doesn't taste very good and has a slightly gamey smell, but I just 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 run a dairy farm and a dairy processing plant, mainly producing milk powder and cheese.

I remember when things were very difficult. Later, through the efforts of myself and a group of workers, our milk powder and cheese gained a certain reputation. However, a substandard milk powder incident later ruined my business.

I like money, but I never considered selling counterfeit goods. Later, as business continued to decline, 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 grabbing a quick bite, I headed to the milk collection workshop. This was where the company had the most women; the men were mostly at the dairy farms. Those guys would gladly touch human breast milk, but not cows. So, there were about a dozen female workers here, working from 5 AM to 4 PM every day, with the cows supposed to rest at night. Actually, it wasn't for the women to rest, but for the cows.

The company I work for isn't small; it's large, powerful, and ranks among the top in the country. Milk collection should have been automated long ago, but the company manager, wanting to solve some of the surplus labor problem, only installed automated equipment in a few branch plants. Here, it's still done by hand.

Actually, the local government and our general manager had agreed that the government would compensate the company for each person they hired. As a result, each workshop had over a dozen workers. Everyone had a job, but the milk produced this way wasn't hygienic. 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. Women in uniforms and masks were busy at work, chatting and laughing despite the masks. Everyone greeted me as I walked in.

"Hehe, everyone's busy, don't worry about me," I said. Watching the female workers skillfully milk the cows 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.

Just then, 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 followed her out anyway. 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? How can anyone still 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 about this beforehand, otherwise it'll have a bad influence on everyone," I said. "Okay. I'll go 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 to the general manager. Time flew by, and it wasn't until dinner time that I remembered I still needed to go to the workshop to investigate the "ghost."

I grabbed my keys and headed to the workshop. The workshop was dimly lit at night, lit by indicator lights on the machines. The air was still thick with the smell of milk. I found a spot to sit and wait.

The workshop was large; otherwise, how could it house over a dozen cows? There were one or two other dairy cows kept there, as the cowshed was still under construction and there were often a few cows there. After a while, I heard footsteps. The 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, another sound came—a painful groan, sounding like the howling of ghosts. "Who's there?" I yelled, rushing forward and turning on my flashlight. "Ah..." a woman's voice rang out.

In the flashlight's beam, I saw a spotted cow, its eyes wide open, staring at me. I stared back at it. Looking down, I saw the main figure. Beneath the cow was a person—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 was when she said, "You play the flute." She was from a nearby town, thirty-five years old, and usually gave the impression of being honest and kind.

She was quite plump, with a 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 enormous breasts, like a cow's udder.

This was a dairy farm, and everywhere you looked you saw cows with ridiculously large udders and unusually long nipples. But there were a few women whose breasts were no less impressive than those cows', and Li Chunxiao was one of them. Because I was paying attention to her, I occasionally inquired about her. She was divorced; her husband had robbed and murdered her, and now 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 enormous breasts, large and slightly sagging, but that only fueled my desire. Her cleavage was deep; I wondered what it would feel like to insert my penis into them. Her breasts protruded slightly to the sides,

and her nipples were large and dark, contrasting sharply with her snow-white breasts. "Chunxiao, you've been a long-time employee here. Can you tell me anything? What...what are you doing?" I said, shining a flashlight on her a few times.

"Factory Manager...I...I...please don't tell anyone else, otherwise I can't work here anymore," she said, her voice trembling with tears.
I took off my coat and draped it over her, 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 said. "Yes," she nodded. I pulled over two milking chairs, and we sat down. I never imagined this woman would masturbate with a cow's nipples; she might even get trampled to death.

"Factory 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 breasts. This was clearly an attempt to tempt me into 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 for now.

She smiled, then took the flashlight from my hand and pressed my hand, which was holding the flashlight, against 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 felt incredibly comfortable kneading her breasts with both hands. After playing for a while, I realized there were many other parts of her body I could explore, and I needed 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 mother's are big too." I didn't say anything more; it was hereditary. I had 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 breasts to her genitals. Because of the masturbation, she was already quite wet there. I touched it and smelled it. Even there, she smelled of milk.

Her nipples, constantly teased by my tongue, were fully aroused; even the small bumps on her areolas had hardened. My right middle finger gently stirred inside her vagina while my thumb probed her clitoris.

"Mmm... harder... harder..." she cried, her eyes closed, her hands frantically groping my back. I remembered when I used to hire prostitutes in the city, they would always tell me to be gentle when I thrust hard, but she was the opposite.

I released her nipples, and she immediately lowered her head to kiss me, her tongue wrapping tightly around mine like an octopus. I didn't move, letting her tongue swirl in my mouth. She was now sitting on my lap, and I sat on the floor, one hand playing with her breasts, the other probing inside her vagina.

Her left hand slowly reached into my pants, grasped my penis, and then rubbed the glans with her thumb, causing a tingling sensation around my urethra.

I placed her on a small chair and then stood up. Before I could even lift a finger, she was already unbuckling my belt, and her skill surprised me. In a few swift movements, my pants were down, and she immediately and eagerly took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard. A

warm sensation enveloped my penis; I stood there motionless, afraid that any movement would dispel this wonderful, comfortable, and pleasant feeling.

Her left hand gripped my testicles, while her right hand caressed my buttocks. Her oral skills were even more impressive—blowing, sucking, her tongue constantly scraping the surface of my glans, and she used every part of her body—teeth, palate, lips—to do it all. Several times I almost couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth.

I looked at her head and forcefully pushed the head of my penis 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 hastily.

"Much better than his. He always ejaculates as soon as 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 pulled my penis out of her mouth. She knelt on the chair, cupped her breasts with both hands, and spat a little saliva into them. Then she took my penis and repeatedly tapped the glans against her nipples. After a few times, I felt a burning pain on my glans, accompanied by a numbness—the two sensations intertwined.

She rubbed her nipples against my urethra, occasionally licking it with her tongue. I couldn't bear this any longer, so I forcefully thrust my penis between her breasts and began to pump vigorously.

My penis rubbed against her breasts, the glans 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, and her other hand to grasp 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 sharply with my dark glans, and her breasts were red from the vigorous friction I was applying.

She laughed, took the flashlight, and shone it 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 my glans in her mouth and thrust forcefully for a few moments until my glans started to hurt. I pulled out my penis and 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 the flashlight and carefully examined her genitals. Like most women, her genitals weren't particularly special, but the pubic hair intrigued me—it was golden.

I found it strange, because her head 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? Let's 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 unusually intense. Her body moved back and forth constantly, and her vagina was surprisingly tight, making my thrusting incredibly pleasurable. "Ah...ah..." she moaned.

My glans was tightly gripped by her vagina, and each thrust brought intense pleasure, as if my glans was about to be crushed off. My penis slowly grew larger with each thrust.

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the cow's udder in front of her. The cow twitched a few times, but quickly calmed down thanks to the fence. She gently rubbed the cow's udder with both hands.

I became aroused, so I pressed down on her back, reached under her arms to grasp her breasts, and simultaneously thrust my penis deeper into her vagina.

She probably couldn't bear my weight, so she quickly released her udder, pressing her hands to the ground and enduring my thrusts. It felt so good, not just on my penis, but on every part of her body that came into contact with me. Her body was full and muscular, except for her breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." she moaned loudly. I was worried that if she kept moaning like that, she would attract attention, so I turned her head and sealed her lips with mine. Her tongue immediately went into 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 slowed down, yet I still had the strength to continue thrusting tirelessly.

Suddenly, her vagina squeezed forcefully, squeezing my penis out. "What's wrong?" I asked. "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 inserted it again.

She immediately clung tightly to my shoulders, her movements slow but forceful. I was even worried I was rupturing her uterus.

I lowered my head and bit one of her nipples, my hands around her waist. This position was really good; before, I always wanted to go deeper, but her 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, holding me tightly, and before I knew it, my face was buried in her breasts, making it hard to breathe, and I was completely at a loss.

I tried to struggle free, but just then she suddenly hugged me tighter and her vagina began to contract. I knew her orgasm was coming, and sure enough, she wrapped her arms even tighter around my neck. I tried to get some air, but she pushed me back down. She moved faster and faster, the chair creaking in protest.

My penis was tightly gripped, my head was firmly pressed down, and just as my consciousness began to fade, she suddenly released her hands. I immediately crawled out of her breast grave. "Phew..." I gasped for breath, finally alive.

She was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, completely exhausted, lying on top of me. I slowly pulled out my penis and placed her on the chair.

She grabbed my wet penis, touched it a couple of times, and then opened her mouth to clean it with her tongue. She was having a good time so quickly, but I was still stuck there.

I pulled my penis out and rubbed it vigorously between her breasts, and she pressed her hands against her breasts and moved vigorously as well. As the speed and force increased, I quickly felt a surge of heat rise from the base of my penis to the glans.

"Pfft..." A gush of hot 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 spreading it evenly between her breasts with her hands. And so, the workshop returned to normal, and the rumored ghost story was forgotten.

Li Chunxiao continued her daily routine of working in the morning and coming home in the evening. Her breasts were still as large 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 time to "develop" more women like Li Chunxiao. The dairy cows in the factory continued their daily "ravaging," everything remained the same.

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