"Please," I begged as I looked up at him, I struggled against him, savoring how helpless I was wrapped up in his rock hard arms and rough hands, "Please fuck me,"
"My pleasure darlin'" He answered as he slipped into me effortlessly.
The feeling of my pussy being stretched made all human thought melt out of my head. A long moo was ripped out of me as he pounded me from behind, his pace slow and steady, picking up speed as he plowed my cow pussy. I loved it. I craved his dick inside of me. The faster he went the more I fucking wanted him, deeper and faster. My legs shook as I felt him hilt himself in again and again.
I kept my eyes locked with his, letting him read my need in my face as he bred me. Heat swelled through me as I realized something. That's all I was now. A half-human barn animal who was made to be milked and bred. I'd been stripped of all signs of manhood and turned into a moaning, milky slut....
And I fucking loved it. My first dick- induced orgasm rocked through me. My eyes rolled up into my head and another moo came loose as I felt my walls throb around him, milking him as I came and came and came.
He grunted, letting me know he was getting close. "Please," I groaned, "breed your cow, Joe. I need it!" And he pressed his mouth against my neck, stifling his baritone moan as he thrust deep into my core and gave it too my. His throbbing cock drove me over the edge again as he filled me up with his cum. Trying to get it as deep as he could as my cunt clenching to keep it in.
"Good girl," He said against my neck in a husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. He reached down and cupped one of my breasts, which the pumps were still working at pointlessly. They had run dry for a bit now, and he gently removed the cups. My nipples were swollen and tender, just like my dripping womanhood. Aching yet strangely needy still. "You made so much," He praised, massaging my sore teats gently, "More than I think I ever have seen," his hand reached around under my udder and gently traced my clothes, "And did such a good job of milking me too. I wonder if you'll end up making a baby with all that. I imagine you're still human enough for that," I shivered with pleasure as he caressed me, one hand playing gently with my sensitive udder, and the other circling that spot beneath. "I'm sure we can try for a while to make sure,"
I tried to say please, but lacked the effort to form human words. So all that came out was a quiet moo. I snuggled back against Joe's hard, chiseled chest, feeling his muscled arms wrap protectively around the girl he just fucked into a mindless little puddle.
This was the life. A life full of long milking sessions and getting bred by strong, handsome farm hands, with my every need seen to. And I wonder how I ever got lucky enough to live it.