Page 14 of M!lking Mina

Being on Rawhide Ranch like this, instead of for his usual job, was completely different.

Watching Mina crawl on the ground, one cheek still a little pinkish from where he’d spanked her, her tail moving back and forth from her plugged bottom, plump pussy lips glistening at him… fuck yeah. That flat-out did it for him. It was fucking hot as hell.

He couldn’t wait to get her hooked up to the milking machine.

Watch her reactions.

Sometimes reality didn’t match a person’s fantasies or they discovered that they’d rather have kept it a fantasy… that wasn’t the case right now. From what he’d witnessed of her reactions, not for Mina and definitely not for him. They were both turned on as hell. He’d managed to get slightly better control over himself while taking his time driving to the barn. It had only taken about ten minutes even though he’d circled a few times to make it a longer than normal drive, but it had been enough.

He felt like he had a permanent erection and there was only one cure… but they’d just met.

And she was so tiny.

It would probably be better to start things off with his hand or a toy. No matter how much he wanted to plunge in and fuck the holy hell out of her… that was just more of a reason not to.Because he wasn’t sure he could control himself enough to keep from hurting her. Though he’d read over her file several times since he’d accepted the assignment, he wasn’t positive what her limits were yet. What she could actually take vs what she might fantasize about. From what he’d read, she hadn’t had a ton of experience with kink though she had a lot of knowledge about it.

The barn door was open and he already knew where she’d been assigned. It was a corner of the barn where the other animals did not stay during the night, which had been set up just for her. There was everything she could need. An actual bed and nightstand had been brought in. The bathroom was nearby, but there was hay and a thick blanket if she wanted to try to sleep on that. There was a milking bench which was a spanking bench with some alterations. All her things had already been brought there and he saw her perk up when she recognized her luggage and purse waiting for her.

But that was for later if she wanted some time off from the fantasy.

Right now, it was time for her first milking, and he had to admit that he was incredibly excited to try the setup for the first time. He didn’t care whether or not she produced. From her reactions to everything that had happened so far, she was going to love it, and that’s what was important. According to her file, he knew she’d been trying to coax her body into actually lactating, and he would happily try her milk if it happened. If not, just acting as though she was turned him on more than he would have thought possible.

She gasped when she saw the milking bench.

It was very much like a normal spanking bench, padded along its length with spaces for her knees, but there was a gap where her breasts would go. More padded wood would support her collarbone and arms. From what Patrick understood, thedesign wasn’t all that unique. It was meant to allow for breast play, but he doubted many people used it for milking.

Next to the bench was a large machine with a long tube coming from it that split into two tubes before it reached the bench where they connected to two suction cups. The cups were from a real breast pump and would be removed, cleaned, and sanitized between uses.

“Let’s get you in position, little hucow.” He’d noticed the way Mina shivered every time he called her that. It emphasized what they were doing and why she was here. She liked being reminded.

He liked reminding her.

It didn’t take much to get her up and into position, which was what made him realize that yes, Derek had known exactly how petite she was. The bench was already adjusted to her height so that she fit easily onto it, her small breasts hanging down from the open space.

Patrick couldn’t help but bend down to cup the little mounds again, giving them a good kneading and squeeze, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. She whimpered, the sound going straight to his cock, wriggling against the bench as he did so.

“You’re going to make such sweet milk for me, aren’t you little hucow?” he murmured, tugging as he spoke.

She moaned, and then at the last second turned it into a moo, which made him chuckle again.

Releasing her breasts, he knelt down beside her to get the suction cups in place for her first milking.

CHAPTER 6

Mina

This was better than her fantasies. Patrick’s big hands cupping her breasts, playing with her while her pussy got wetter and wetter, knowing that he was going to be milking her. She hoped he fucked her while he did. She wanted it.

Did that make her a slut?

No, I just came here for a specific thing. It’s fine.

Besides, there’s no such thing as sluts, that’s patriarchal bullshit.

If he wouldn’t be a slut for fucking me after just meeting me, then the same is true the other way round.

“Oh…” She let out a little gasp as the suction cups attached and then he flipped a switch on the large machine beside them and they startedpulling.

Her already well-pinched, pulled, and suckled nipples were far sorer than they’d ever been when she’d pumped in the past and this… well it felt different. Because she was in a barn. Because she was on an apparatus obviously intended for a woman to be put into a certain position to be milked. Becauseshe wasn’t the one in control of the machine… not it starting, and not it stopping.

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