milkmaid

The aroma
of milk wafted into my nostrils, and I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, warming me. I stretched my legs, sat up in bed, and grabbed the clothes covering me.
The first thing I did was open the window, where a cup of warm milk was already laid out. 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 musty 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 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 efforts of myself and a group of workers, our milk powder and cheese gained a certain reputation. However, a substandard milk powder incident 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' matters. 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, but for the cows.
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 still had to go 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 further down, I 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’ve been a long-time employee at 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, then took the opportunity to touch her breasts. My hand immediately went numb as if I’d been 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 teats; she might have been trampled to death by the cow.
"Factory Manager, I...I want to continue working here, so...so please don't tell anyone, okay?" She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breast, clearly tempting me to do something wrong.
"Okay...okay...don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Only after saying this 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 could put aside all thoughts for now.
She smiled, then took the flashlight from my hand and pressed my hand 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 cows, and the temperature was around twenty degrees Celsius. Even so, she still got goosebumps.
I rubbed her breasts with both hands, feeling quite comfortable. After playing for a while, I realized there were many other parts of her body I could play with, and I wasn't just using my hands. I released her and squatted down, pressing my face between her breasts, inhaling the scent of milk mingled with 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, gently playing 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'd seen foreign women on TV; their breasts weren't just "full," they were enormous
. Her legs parted slightly, and my right hand slowly moved from her breasts to her vulva. Because of the masturbation, she was already quite wet there; I touched it and smelled it. Even there, she smelled 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 teased her clitoris.
"Mmm... harder... harder..." She closed her eyes and simultaneously groped wildly on my back with both hands.
I remembered when I used to hire prostitutes in the city, they would always tell me to be gentle when I went at them hard, but she was the opposite.
I released her nipples, and she immediately lowered her head and kissed 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 and the other probing inside her vagina.
Her left hand slowly reached into my pants and grabbed my penis, then rubbed the glans with her thumb, making my urethra tingle.
I put her on a small chair and stood up. Before I could even start, she had already begun unbuckling my belt, and her skill surprised me. In a few moments, my pants were down, and she immediately and impatiently took my penis into her mouth and began sucking it 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 grasped my testicles, while her right hand caressed my buttocks. Her oral skills were even more impressive; she blew and sucked, her tongue constantly scraping back and forth on the surface of my glans, using 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 casually.
"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 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 head of my penis against her nipples. After a few thrusts, I felt a burning pain on my glans, accompanied by a numbness; the two sensations were intertwined.
She kept rubbing my urethra with her nipples, occasionally licking it with her tongue. I couldn't bear this torture 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 her best 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 forcefully, she would squeeze them hard, the squeeze and release perfectly synchronized with my movements.
I took the flashlight and shone it on her breasts; the dark nipples contrasted beautifully with my dark glans, and her breasts were reddened from my vigorous rubbing.
She laughed, took the flashlight, turned it around, 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 flashlight beam dimmed considerably through my scrotum.
I shoved the head of my penis into her mouth and thrust forcefully for a few moments until it hurt a little. 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 anything special, but the 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 just 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 incredibly intense. Her body was constantly moving back and forth, and her vagina was surprisingly tight, making my thrusting incredibly pleasurable.
"Ah...ah..." she was already moaning.
My glans was gripped tightly by her vagina, and each thrust brought 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 in front of her. 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 down on 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 on my penis, but on every part of her body that came into contact with me. Her body was also very full, with well-proportioned muscles, except for her breasts.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." she groaned loudly. I was worried that if she kept making those noises, she would attract attention, so I turned her head and sealed her lips with mine.
Her tongue immediately plunged into my mouth, passionately intertwining with mine.
I remained kneeling, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. I don't know how much time passed; her movements slowed, but I still had the strength to continue thrusting tirelessly.
Suddenly, her vagina squeezed forcefully, forcing my penis out.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"So tired..." she said, standing up.
I immediately sat on a chair and spread my legs. She understood and came over to sit on my lap. I grasped my penis, located the position of her vagina, and inserted it again.
She immediately hugged my shoulders tightly, her body moving up and down slowly but with great amplitude. I was even worried about rupturing her uterus.
I lowered my head and bit one of her nipples, my hands holding her waist. This position was really good. Before, I always wanted to go deeper, but two buttocks blocked 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. Before I knew it, my face was buried in her breasts, and I was breathless and helpless.
I tried to struggle free, but she suddenly held 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 more tightly, and I tried to get some air, but she pushed me back down.
Her movements became 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-covered "grave.
" "Phew..." I took a few deep breaths, finally alive.
She was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, completely exhausted, slumped against me. I slowly pulled my penis out and placed her on the chair.
She touched my wet penis a couple of times, then opened her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. She was so quick to be satisfied, while I was still stuck there.
I pulled my penis out and rubbed it vigorously between her breasts. She pressed her hands against her breasts and moved vigorously in return. As the speed and intensity 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 finally finished my task and sat down.
"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 came 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 fed me, which I enjoyed, and 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.
[The End]

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