Page 150 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Apparently, her desire to save her ass was not as great as her pride.

It was a personal failing.

Instead of getting angry, he chuckled. Then his fingers swiped up through her pussy, teasing the soaked folds as the machine continued to tug at her nipples. Cassie moaned as her pussy clenched.

“You know you want to be fucked, little cow. A happy hucow makes better milk, and being fucked will make you happy right now.” His fingers pushed inside her, just a little, as if to demonstrate. Cassie moaned, shuddering, her muscles tensing as though trying to hold him inside her.

He was right. She did want to be fucked… but she didn’t want toaskfor it. That was giving him too much power, and he already had it all.

“You still haven’t explained how I’m supposed to do that without talking.”

Even though she was practically panting as he teased her pussy, slipping a finger in, then pulling it immediately back out again. She wanted it. She did. And she wanted more than his fingers. With every touch, her desire was growing. Being utterly helpless, restrained in place, unable to do anything but wait for him to decide to fuck her was also turning her on.

The constant suction on her nipples was driving her wild, her pussy pulsing and squeezing in time with the milking.

“You could try mooing.”

The very suggestion made her want to start cursing again, but she was in no position to mouth off. The fact that he was now teasing her pussy rather than spanking her unnerved her a little.She didn’t like that she couldn’t anticipate his responses. If he’d spanked her again, then okay. Go-to established.

Instead, she was left wondering what he might come up with next.

While she was trying to decide how to respond, his fingers pushed inside her again, one of them circling around her anus, and Cassie tensed. The light touch felt good, erotic even, but she’d let one boyfriend try out butt stuff, and it had hurt like hell, and she’d decided… never again. The fact that she was now tied up and helpless to stop him if he decided he wanted to fuck her ass was cause for worry, especially since he was teasing the little opening.

No, thank you.

If she asked for his cock—or mooed—maybe he’d forget about her ass.

Mooing was humiliating, but not as much as it could have been. She was hardly the only one in the barn making a similar sound. Softly at first, then Brandon stroked her clit.

“Louder for me, little cow.”

So, she mooed a little louder as his fingers toyed with the sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing her, tormenting her. The need to cum was a far better motivator than even the spanking had been. If he wanted her to moo, then she’d moo.

“Good girl.”

The fingers disappeared, then she cried out as his thick cock thrust into her, splitting her open. The sudden breach was uncomfortable but also pleasurable, easing some of the needy ache while stretching her more than she’d been ready for.

Oh, fuck.

It felt so damn good as he pulled back and thrust in again, his hands gripping her hips for leverage. He wasn’t holding back at all, fucking her hard and fast, slightly out of rhythm with the milking machine. And all she could do was stay in place and takeit. She was bound and helpless before him—he controlled the pace, he controlled her body, he controlled her pleasure.

Across from her, she could hear Meggie moaning, and when she looked up, she could see Leo behind the other woman, fucking her at a leisurely pace. His entire focus was on her, as if she was his whole world. That envy she’d felt earlier pushed at her again.

Not that she’d expected tenderness on Hathor. She hadn’t. But seeing it happen made something inside her yearn.

But then could she really complain when Brandon’s cock was moving inside her, sending delicious sensations bursting through her?

It was so different from any sexual experience she’d had.

Closing her eyes, Cassie let herself concentrate on that. Forget Leo, forget Meggie. Concentrate on the sensations coursing through her. The sucking of her nipples, the relief as her milk spurted, the feel of Brandon’s cock sliding back and forth in her needy pussy. He was fucking her hard enough, his balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, and all she could do was take it. She was a receptacle for his pleasure even as he gave her a dose of her own.

She’d let a couple of her exes tie her hands to the bed, but she’d never been so completely restrained. She’d never been so completely helpless. She’d never been hooked up to a milking machine while she was being fucked. She’d never even had both of her nipples simultaneously sucked while she was being fucked.

The moans and cries and sighs from all around her created a pleasure-filled atmosphere that was impossible to ignore. It was like an extra aphrodisiac, knowing that she was one of many women being thoroughly fucked and milked, all of them working their way to their own pleasure. The things she’d imaginedcouldn’t compare to the reality—the reality was so much hotter, so much filthier, so much wilder.

The ecstasy wound around and around inside her, flitting through the sucking pleasure, growing larger and larger inside her. She couldn’t escape the sensations as their intensity became almost too much to bear. She screamed her climax as he moved inside her while her breasts were emptied. The sheer erotic rapture was the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.

Brandon

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