Human Milking Farm Page 5

  But I knew he was wrong. If anything it just made me want to know more why he was the way he was. So I could fix him.

  And then break him onto his ass.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Once I finished eating, I had some milk and slept the rest of the flight. I was groggy on the car ride over to the hotel. Lucky for me there were no more cameras or reporters.

  We were shown upstairs to the penthouse suite. It was the largest hotel room I had ever seen with a glorious view of the city out a set of grand windows. It was beautiful. I stood beside the circular sofa and a long table filled with champagne, sushi. If this was a romantic encounter, it would have been pretty perfect.

  I turned and looked at Mitch with sadness as he lugged our luggage into the bedroom. He glanced up at me. “What’s the matter?” He asked.

  But I just turned my back to him and gazed back out the window.

  “Come on.” Mitch said. “I need you to get dressed. We have a luncheon with a few friends. They can’t wait to meet you.”

  I sighed and followed him into the bedroom. He handed me a dress with silver and black glitter. I held it out and inspected it. I was going to need a shoe horn to get into the thing. “I might as well be in the Miss America pageant in this thing.”

  “You’re beautiful enough for it.” Mitch’s voice was laced with sadness. I glanced up to look at him, but he was already gone.

  ***

  The dress was perfect and fit me like a glove. Every curve was hugged. In the back the dress dipped down to my ass and the front went down low between my breasts, separating them and lifting them up so they appeared to defy gravity. I wore black razor sharp heels that running in would be impossible and I did my hair up so I felt like a glamorous actress and not some pig’s private property.

  “Well,” Mitch was breathless when he saw me, “I am going to be the envy of everyone there.”

  I gave him a sad smile as he took my hand and kissed it. It made my skin tingle. “I aim to please.”

  “That you do.” Again he offered me his elbow and I followed him into the elevator. We went to a private hallway where he use an access key to gain entry. Once we were inside, Mitch attached the leash to my collar.

  My eyes widened with fright. “What are you doing?” I hissed.

  “Don’t worry. No one will care. Not here.” Mitch snarled and leaned in, nuzzling my neck. He took a deep breath. “Fear bringing your milk to the surface. My friends will take good care of you. Don’t worry.”

  He opened the door and led me in. Then he turned and just left.

  He just left me there.

  “Mitch?” I whispered, tears in my eyes.

  There was no answer from him as the door latched shut, but I heard men walking toward me. When I turned back I saw wrestlers I saw on television all the time at my boyfriend’s house. And they all looked expectant. And hungry.

  I backed up. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

  “Hurt you?” One said. He was older than the rest with a scar running down his face. He reached over and yanked on my leash so I couldn’t break away. But I still fought, pushing him away, but he was so huge. His muscles were like bricks.

  “We wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Said another.

  “We want to try you.”

  Tears fell from my eyes. “I’m a person. I’m a person. Not some animal! You can’t do this to me.” My arms flailed and my legs kicked out. But they were all around me, closing in and smothering me. They all wanted a taste. One by one they grabbed a limb and carried me across the room as I thrashed and fought for my life.

  I was put in restraints and tied down to a board. My dress was ripped off and then men oogled me. Their hands were all over me, touching my thighs, inspecting my chastity device. Roughly they grabbed my breasts. I cringed and took a deep breath. I saw their hungry faces, their tongues lashing out with thirst and I couldn’t help it, my damn nipples began to ooze, shooting milk up and squirting them in the face.

  The men laughed and then it happened. Each of them began to sample me like I was a taste test. Two men at a time, each of them having a go at my breasts. Some were rough, but others were gentle. Applying pressure with their hands.

  My favorite was a blond man I had never seen before. His mouth opened so wide it was almost funny. He took my breast fully into his mouth and his suckle was so hard, it sent me on edge. On the verge of an orgasm, my mouth opened and I moaned, groaning with desire. My hand clasped tightly together, feeling a tremble building in my body.

  His hands compressed my breast like it was in a vice. I could feel the milk buried deep in me coming out for the first time. They called it the hind milk. Rich in fat and nutrients, it was the best. I could tell from the look on his face, he liked it. He could taste the difference. I groaned. “Faster.” I whispered.

  If I could reach orgasm, maybe this day wouldn’t be a waste. Maybe I could say that things weren’t so horrible.

  He complied, suckling quick, my nipple being driven back and forth inside his mouth.

  “Enough!” Mitch screamed.

  I snapped out of my trance. The orgasm that was slowly building instantly gone. Oh, what a prick this guy was.

  Mitch fought his way through the crowd. “She’s had enough. Let her go now.”

  My chest heaved for air. I watched with exhaustion as he took my restraints and then he covered me with a sheet. I clung to it, my breasts pushing the sheet up high.

  But he wouldn’t look at me. He would only look at his ‘friends’. “If you decide to get your own, tell them Mitch sent you. You’ll get a deal like I promised.”

  He scooped me up in his arms. I slung my arm around his shoulder. His grip was strong, holding me tight. I know he got me into this, but I felt like he was protecting me. Like he really cared.

  “She was as great as you said, Mitch. Can we have more?”

  “No.” Mitch said coolly. Then we walked out.

  “There is no reward or banquet, is there?” I asked

  He face turned to stone and he clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry. No.”

  I didn’t say anything all the way up to our hotel room.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Upstairs I laid in bed naked while Mitch removed his clothes and put on some pajama bottoms. I watched Mitch in the mirror. “Why didn’t you stay?” I asked.

  “Pardon?”

  “Why did you leave me there alone? Why didn’t you stay.”

  Long silence. “I didn’t want to watch.” His voice was soft, hollow. Sad too.

  I bit my lip and laid my head on the plush, soft pillows. That implied he cared. I felt him slip into bed beside me. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and he was hovering over me like a lover does before they set in for a kiss. I raised my arm so he could get at my breast, but Mitch’s eyes were just sad.

  He took my arm and gently put it down beside me. “Not tonight.” He whispered.

  “Who is Audrey?” I asked with fear. I didn’t want to get slapped again, but I felt like we were close to breakthrough. Like he was going to tell me something I desperately wanted to know.

  Mitch’s eyes closed. “I loved her very much. We were in an accident. I was…drinking. She didn’t make it.” I could hear his guilt, the distain he had for himself.

  “You blame yourself.”

  “It was my fault.” Mitch said.

  True. I stroked his cheek. “Maybe you should learn to let it go.”

  His eyes narrowed. “I can never let her go. She’s a part of me. I will never lose her.”

  “I doubt she’d want you to suffer.”

  Mitch gave me a slight nod. “Thank you for talking to me, Amy. I haven’t been able to talk to anyone for a long time. If I’ve been mean, I’m sorry.” Mitch took a deep breath. “Sorry about the cage, I guess that may be a bit much.”

  I gave him a sultry smile. “I like sleeping in the cage.”

  Confusion furrowed his brow. “You do? Why?”

  “Because it means I’m yo
urs. It means you own me.” I said.

  “And that’s what you want?” Nervously Mitch licked his lips. “You want to be owned?”

  “By you.” I took his hand and kissed his fingers.

  I didn’t see it coming, but suddenly Mitch is raveningly kissing me. Our lips are attacking each other with fury. Gripping each other, our limbs are instantly entangled. My desire is immediately heightened, blood is rushing to my pussy and I want nothing more than to have him pushing inside me. It isn’t just that I want it. I need it.

  The sheet is kicked off and Mitch nudges my breast to the side so he can have access to my nipple. Suckling, he climbs on top of me and his hips gyrate against mine, but I’m still in my chastity device. I think it was something that slipped his mind. He looks up at me with surprise in his eyes.

  My hands gripped his over my head. “They key?” I whispered. “Do you have it?”

  Mitch nodded and retrieved it from the night table. He unlocked me and removed it. It feels good to feel air against my pussy again. He runs his hands over my hips and spreads my pussy open. His head goes down low and his lips kiss my bush, his tongue probing deep inside me.

  I groaned, my head thrown back and I gripped the mattress, my breath quickening and my desire being sent to full tilt, but he stopped before I orgasm.

  Instead he’s back on top of me, his mouth all over my breasts as his hips grind against mine. I open my legs and feel his dick playing against my opening. Mitch’s mouth latches onto my nipple, taking a long draught of sweet, thick milk, and his cock is pushing deep inside me. It’s massaging my ridges, going deep as it can to pleasure me.

  The combination drives me into ecstasy. I can barely think, but know enough to prop my legs high up in the air. Mitch moves his head and goes from one breast to another. His stamina is incredible as he drives into me faster….then faster. His hands grip my hips, forcing my legs into the air with each thrust and the joy, the pleasure and pain, clouds my mind.

  All I can feel is the tremble. All I know is it’s coming and when it breaks loose, it happens.

  The orgasm rocked me. I can feel juices squirting out of my pussy like they never had before. My breasts aren’t just leaking milk, but it’s flowing in a breast orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever had. Thick squirts of milk like I’m a friggin human watering gun. I groan, my back arches and the pleasure I feel is beyond anything. Period.

  I want it again. I need it.

  I wrap my arms around Mitch’s neck and my legs clamp hard around his waist. We roll over so I’m on top. His dick is still in me, so I just throttle as fast as I can. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, I’m in charge. I’m in control. All Mitch can do is grunted, moan and grit his teeth as I hope to take him to places he’s never been. I’m going so fast the bed rocks back and forth, the pictures clang in time with us.

  Our breath is labored and we’re both groaning, My hands grip his hair, tugging and pulling. And when he orgasms, the semen flows fast and thick strands of it are absorbed by my body as other parts leak out around us.

  Panting and covered in thick beads of sweat, I lean over and aim my breast for his mouth. Its open wide and searching, but when he is about to clamp my nipple. I pull it back. Until we are both laughing and is strong arms clamp around my back so I can’t move. I groan as his teeth bite and stretch my nipple. He gets a few more drops of milk from me and then our mouth’s search for each other and we kiss.

  But it is different as he slowly rolls me onto my side. His arms cradling me and his lips softly, sensually kissing me like he really means it. Like this is something different than just sex.

  Our tongues massage each other and when my eyes open, Mitch is smiling at me.

  I trace the lines on his face with my finger. “Mitch?” I asked.

  “If I was to release you from your contract…”

  My heart is pounding in my chest. I don’t want that. After everything I’ve been through, why would I want that?

  “…would you stay with me anyway?”

  A joyful smile breaks out over my face. “Only if you let me sleep in the cage. Sometimes.”

  “Sometimes.” Mitch purred against my skin, his teeth biting at me as our arms wrapped around each other one more.