The farmland smiled as he gestured to the chair. His blue eyes lingered boldly on my breasts before he said with a slight country drawl, "hey there ma'am. My name is Joe, pleased to meet you. If you don't mind me saying, you look fit to burst. So if you'd go ahead and take your clothes off I'll help get you a little relief,"
I smiled as my eyes trailed down his body. Lean and sun tanned. His simple tee shirt emphasizing his wide shoulders and doing nothing to cover the curve of his his delts and triceps.
I felt a wetness between my thighs as my eyes found the bulge in his pants. Half my mind wondered what his cock looked like and how big I could make it, while the other half balked at the idea of being aroused by a man.
I decided to deal with that later, I needed to be milked, badly.
With one motion I threw off my top. My bra clasps had been modified for my bigger hoof-fingers and thank god for that. I flung it to the ground too and straddled the bench, accepting his help as he got me positioned right.
Joe's calloused hands were somehow soft as velvet against my udders. Their warmth sent little bolts of arousal to my pussy as he clamped on the cups. A light sucking pressure held them in place as he did all four teats of my udders, then moved on to my breasts.
Once he finished I frowned. The tiny pressure felt so fucking good, but it wasn't nearly enough to- WHIRRRR
A moo was ripped from my throat as the pump kicked on. I came right then and there, my orgasm racking me as my legs trembled and milk gushed out of my body. My pants were ruined from the geyser that this machine had made out of my vagina. The seat beneath me was soaked too as I gratefully gave in to being milked like a common dumb cow.
As I slowly came down and watched the tank in front of me fill rapidly, realizing I could see my reflection vaguely in the glass.
I realized that's exactly what I looked like, a dumb cow. My eyes had rolled up and my tongue had rolled out of my mouth without me realizing it. My ears hung low and I very much looked like some kind of anime monster girl.
And honestly... I fucking loved it. It felt so right. I let out another long moo as I ground my pussy into the bench. Building and building as my sensitive clit rubbed on the fabric of my panties till another orgasm ripped through me.
I looked over at the farm hand, who gently asked with a chuckle, "Was that a little too much, too soon darlin'?"
His eyes were bright with something mischievous, a smirk playing across his lips. I glanced down at his pants and holy fuck! That bulge was much bigger now. The girth of him straining against his jeans.
He followed my gaze then met my eyes, taking in the beastial need in them, I knew.
Should I resist him? Or start begging for that big cock to help fill me up while the machine pumped me dry?