Lesbian Milking Novels & Stories

No cum, not allowed by the equipment, just lubrication of horny slaves craving relief. The two slaves came and gave us our break, releasing two at a time, rubbing our shoulders, upper back and upper arms, then stringing us up again. When the taller of the two girls did me, she whispered to me how brave she found me and licked and sucked my nipples for a few moments. Not enough to make me cum with the vibrations going on in my cunt and on my clit, but oh so close. I guessed her to be lesbian or bisexual going to a Mistress. The other one I wasn't sure of. She didn't fondle any of us, but perhaps she was afraid someone would cum and she'd pay for it.

the Epsilon says before disappearing. I head to my chambers and stand on the balcony. I don’t have to turn around to know that Leroy is here, the electric bolts spreading throughout my body started way before he opened the door. “A silver lining when my mate no longer ovulates,” he beams. I turn to look at him. “What?” “Lactating women do not ovulate, My Lycan Queen,” he grins. I should be happy but I want to slap him so bad and wipe his grin off.

The car stopped in front of the giant neon sign that blazed: Bunny Moon Club. "The first impression is the most important thing," whispered Karmen as we paid our admission. "So watch what you do, how you walk, what you say. Take medium-sized steps, and try not to smile so much." I took a mental note. Bunny Moon Club was an oasis for dancing-crazed lesbians. The dancing hadn't started yet. They were still serving dinner. We got a booth and ordered three burgers. Elise and I wanted pizza, but Karmen insisted that it would do too much damage to our breath.

She knew she sounded ridiculous, but both Gracie and Willow laughed harder. “Oh Ms. Milli, we need to educate you about ranch life,” Gracie giggled out. “Look, the only thing I need to know about ranch life is milk and butter comes from girl cows and steak comes from boy cows.” She shrugged as she poured in the liquid ingredients. If she had to pretend to be the dumb city slicker for days to keep the girls distracted, she would. Milli expertly oiled and floured several round cake pans. Wishing for her spring-form pans, she almost sighed as she put the cakes to bake. She asked them the stupidest questions she could think of while the cakes baked.

Luna Iris’s POV “I want to see you squirt.” I blurted out my feelings, in the midst of my heavy breathing and deep moans. One of the reasons why I have always wanted to have lesbian sex was because I wanted to see and taste what women squirt was. “Ouuu!!! Our client for the day wants cum to run down her throat.” The Luna that was eating me out said joyfully and clapped her hands. She stood up from beneath and moved upwards to my face.

Michaels plan was to breed a new generation of powerful wolves, little did he know that it did not work in such a way. Adelaide felt sympathy for the females that had not been able to leave as the others had, she could feel their bonds. Screaming in anguish at the injustice that they endured. A betrayal of their wolves, of the true way. The brutality of the practice would mar their history for centuries to come, if there was a future for them.

Then she roughly pulled out, leaving me coughing and drooling. “My wife is a watcher,” Lucan said from the bench, still stroking his cock, it grew thicker, veins popping as he pumped slowly. “And she likes women.” “She’s a lesbian,” I said, but he shook his head. “A woman pleaser. She likes watching women get fucked. It’s what turns her on. Especially if I’m the one fucking.” He revealed. That’s when my eyes flew to Millie. She’d stripped out of her dress, now in black lingerie that hugged her curves like sin. She exuded power, sexy, but in a dominatrix way, straight out of p**n. She looked like one of those p**n stars who own the room.

Words failed me again, so I let the silence speak for me, hoping the steady rhythm of my hand could soothe what I couldn’t fix. After some time, her sobs ebbed into sniffles, and then only the faint sound of her breathing filled the pen. I glanced around. Most of the goats, the females at least, had swollen breasts heavy with milk. The smell of them hung thick in the air, urging us toward the duty we had neglected. Almost as if she had read my mind, Betsy dragged herself upright. Her eyes were rimmed red, but she wiped them with the back of her hand and forced herself into motion. “We should get back to milking.”

She orgasmed several times while she demonstrated how he should play with her pussy. And of course she milked him dry every morning. Each milking lasted over thirty minutes before he was permitted to explode. He was building tremendous stamina as a lover Gewn thought proudly. He was going to make the future women in his life so very happy, almost as happy as he was making this now merry widow happy. She milked him with her feet, to which she had taken care to apply toenail polish. She used butter as a lubricant which the farm had in ample supply. Melvin found this a little strange but also very exciting.

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian