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  “I guess I could use a massage.”

  “This will be a special sort of massage,” Jeremy said, pinning my thighs as Chad worked his way higher to my front.

  “Because these breasts really are special. The best I’ve ever seen,” Chad said. He kneaded them with his palms. My back arched, instinctively I thrust my sex towards Jeremy. Spreading my thighs, Jeremy licked his way up, getting closer to my panging sex.

  Chad moved in, giving me a sweet kiss. He broke away to check on my breasts, swollen and sore and needing him. As Jeremy brought his tongue higher up my thighs, glancing near my moist pussy lips, I shot Chad a look that told him, “you better hurry up.”

  The closer Jeremy got to my pussy, the more vital pleasuring my breasts became.

  Chad understood. He couldn’t stop himself from indulging anyway. He massaged my breasts, holding those heavy beauties in his hands and then curving his fingers delicately, trying not to touch my sensitive tits yet.

  I desperately wanted him to, but he kept swerving around them. He brought his tongue to my breasts before he touched my tits. He swerved around my areola, circling it, and then as Jeremy touched my pussy with his tongue, he engulfed my tit in his mouth.

  As he sucked on my tit, he put my other between his thumb and finger and rubbed gingerly. Jeremy swayed his tongue between my pussy lips, lapping up my sweet juices and groaning for more. My body was rumbling, ready to take off, thankfully the two of them pinned me down to that bed, otherwise I would’ve blasted off to the headboard. I started to roll with the pleasure, rocking my ass and trying to push Jeremy's tongue onto my clit.

  No longer sore, instead smothered in bliss, I told them, “It’s so good. I’ve been needing this.”

  Back in the United States, I only had sex once, but that never led to anything. These men adored me, cherishing my tits and my pussy, engrossed so deeply and telling me so with every touch. They slowly brought me to my first orgasm.

  I moaned, leaping from Chad’s grasp and holding onto Jeremy’s hair.

  He knew I was about to come, but he hadn’t even touched my clit yet.

  As soon as I jumped up, he pressed his tongue against my sensitive button, engorged and peeking from its hood. He rushed his tongue over it, bringing on my orgasm much faster than I expected.

  I hollered, then dropped, my body absorbed in that lovely high. Jeremy tried to put his tongue on my pussy again, but I pushed him back. I was far too sensitive for that. He lapped up my juices greedily, but then pulled away, giving me time to catch my breath.

  “No milk yet.”

  “You must be really blocked up.”

  “No,” I said, starting to feel something strange in my chest. It started off slow, but then the pressure increased, the pumping began and I couldn’t think. This was it. This was what I was waiting for the past week.

  They waited, unsure why I stopped talking. But then my back arched again, and I let out a squeal, raising my pussy to their faces and bringing my tits higher to their tongues. They got the hint.

  Chad and Jeremy each took a nipple, running their tongues against the tender tips while they sucked. I closed my eyes and tried to contain that abnormal force. As I soon learned, there was no containing it, not for long. In a second, the milk pushed from my breasts to my nipples.

  It flowed out of me, spurting into their mouths. Hungry, they slurped every ounce of my frothy milk. I was out of my mind with a mix of emotions: embarrassment, arousal, and relief. I’d never lactated before, and the first time I was doing it was in front of two hot men. It was a private thing. I was really sharing everything with these two.

  I couldn’t break away if I wanted to, but I didn’t think about it, only because they were enjoying it so much. They filled their mouths, draining me of all my delicious milk. Their hard cocks pressed onto me. They went from tit to tit, taking turns. I opened and closed my eyes, shutting myself off from the world, or trying to, when the lactating got too extreme for me to handle. There was no running away from this.

  Whatever they put in that concoction worked like magic. I never thought my breasts would be able to hold that much, but it did explain a lot, like all that aching.

  They pulled away. Needing a breath, they watched as my nipples leaked, leaving a trail of milk down my curves. I was a geyser, continuing to flow. These guys hit the jackpot. They were overwhelmed, I could tell, shocked by how much I produced. I was glad I wasn’t the only one.

  “Holy -”

  “Look at all this,” Chad said, giving Jeremy a long glare, but not for too long.

  They both dove in for more.

  They lapped at my nipples, flicking their tongues and catching the final dribbles. They didn't want any to go to waste.

  When it was done, I curled up against the headboard and let out a deep, satisfied moan.

  Chad and Jeremy, for once, were speechless.

  They continued to lick their lips. They couldn’t keep their eyes off me. Their hard cocks, standing straight and throbbing, brought on my excitement again. It seemed like my sex wanted me to continue. I tried to hush it, but my pussy really couldn’t be hushed at this point. The pussy wanted what the pussy wanted, I thought, and let myself grin mischievously.

  Now I was the one with the power. Before, I thought I was subservient to these two powerful alpha males, but now, I realized, they were at my will. I controlled them through their unquenchable thirst for my milk. These two were milk addicts. They would do anything for me.

  I thought about what I could have them do to me. What I really wanted was for them to continue where they left off, take turns on me and fuck me silly. I hadn’t had a good fuck in such a long time, some would say never, and these two looked like they were up for the challenge. It was always a secret fantasy of mine to be shared between two men. This was the perfect opportunity. I was away from family and friends. No one would ever know. It was just between us.

  But before I could tell them to come up to the headboard with me, both of their phones buzzed.

  They gave a knowing look to one another. They headed away to answer.

  “The boss,” Jeremy said.

  “Yeah,” Chad said.

  “Great timing.”

  I let out a sigh. I put my arms underneath my breasts and crossed them, letting my weight fall onto my arms. They were still weighed down, full of milk. I thought they must’ve drained me of everything, but my breasts were already filling up again, getting ready for their next milking. Maybe before they left, I would tell them they could have another taste.

  “We’ve got to go,” Chad said.

  Jeremy and Chad hurried into their clothes. Jeremy rushed over, gave me a peck on the forehead, then headed to the door. “Sorry to leave you, Master Riggs needs us. It’s important.”

  “We’ll be sure to tell him about the prize he has waiting for him.”

  “He’s definitely going to want to see this for himself.”

  “That’s it? You’re just leaving me here?”

  “Afraid so, the boss needs us. Sorry.”

  They gave me one last look over.

  “Wish we didn’t have to tell the boss about her.”

  “Yeah, me too, but I like my job, and someone like her deserves to be shared with the world."

  Hello, I was still in the room. Couldn't they tell?

  Man, these two could be the best lovers in the world one second, then the next, total ignorant pricks.

  I shouldn't take it out on them too much. I knew I was just upset that we didn't get to play more. In the excitement, I forgot to ask some of my many important questions.

  "Hey, I'm going to need some new clothes. The old ones don't fit."

  "No problem. We'll send someone up to help you right away."

  They left me.

  I leaned back against the cushions and started to stroke my sensitive pussy. If they weren’t going to do it, I would do it myself.

  It seemed like I wasn’t the one really in control quite yet. They st
ill answered to the real boss.

  I would have to see him again.

  Maybe once he had a taste, he would fall for me like those two had, because Sean Riggs was the one I really wanted. Those two were just some fun and some major release. I wanted the boss.

  The next afternoon, they knocked on my door again. I was prepared. My breasts, feeling fuller, ached, knowing they were going to get milked. They produced more to please. But they didn’t step in. They remained outside the door. I could tell how they still had their sunglasses on that we were leaving the resort.

  “Time to go.”

  “Go where?”

  “Go meet Master Riggs and the others. It’s time to bring you to the farm.”

  “Farm," I muttered.

  I forgot they called it a farm. I guess in this situation, I was the cow? I was the one milking.

  I didn’t know if I really liked that idea. I wasn’t much of a farm girl. I hoped this was some sort of luxury ranch. It seemed that staying at the luxury resort for free had made me a little spoiled. Whatever it was, I owed it to myself to check it out at least. If I didn’t like it, I always had the option of leaving, right?

  “One second, let me slip into something else,” I said. I was only in the towel again.

  Chad and Jeremy nodded.

  “We prepared for that.”

  They headed inside and sat on the bed, flipping through the TV stations as I tried to pick something from my limited wardrobe.

  “Doesn’t matter what you wear. They’re going to have clothes once we get there,” Jeremy called out.

  I still didn’t want to arrive looking like a mess. Most of my new clothes didn’t fit me around my chest, but I still had one dress that I could wear. I pulled it over me. There was a low cut to it, revealing a lot of cleavage, and it fit snugly around my curves, and tighter around my chest. I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra, either.

  It wouldn’t be appropriate to wear this out, but since I was sure that this luxury farm was all about breasts, I figured it would do.

  I put on my high heels and stepped out to show the men.

  They jumped to their feet, ready to drop to the ground and worship me. It was pretty funny. One second, they were annoyed by me wasting their time by getting dressed, but as soon as I stepped out in that tight fitting outfit, they were grateful.

  “All right, time well spent.”

  Chad slapped his friend on the shoulder. “We better get a raise for this.”

  Then he turned to me. “Ready? I don’t think you’ll be coming back here, so take everything you need.”

  I hurriedly packed my small suitcase. I didn’t bring much with me, and most of it didn’t fit now. Maybe after this potion wore off, I could salvage my wardrobe, but for now, I was rolling with one dress to my name, a sexy dress, but still, one dress.

  “Ready,” I said, then they escorted me out of the building. A limo waited. I knew it must’ve been mine as soon as I saw it from the lobby. Did these guys ever go anywhere without flaunting their money? For now, I would take advantage of it. I wasn’t necessarily a rich girl growing up, so this was a welcome change for once.

  They held the door for me then headed inside the comfortable, spacious limo.

  “It’s not a long drive,” Chad said.

  “Drink?” Jeremy asked.

  “What time is? Like eleven in the morning?”

  “Yes,” Chad said, popping the champagne bottle.

  Jeremy grabbed glasses for both of them and handed one to me.

  “They say that drinking a little alcohol can help with lactating.”

  “I don’t think I need help with that.”

  “No,” Chad said. “Not with us around.”

  Jeremy took a hearty sip, licked his lips, and then leaned back. “But what happens when we’re not there? What happens when you need to do it yourself?”

  “I - uh….you guys are getting me nervous.”

  “You should be a little nervous. That shows you care.”

  “You know what this is all about, right?”

  “Milk,” I said. I knew that much.

  The magic word brought their eyes to my cleavage. I leaned back. I held out my hand for a glass of champagne. I took a sip. It was nice and sweet and went down easy. If it wasn’t a long drive, I wouldn’t drink much. Besides, I wanted to be on top of my game for when I met Mr. Riggs.

  “That’s pretty much it. These men and women are very rich, but not just rich, very powerful. They’re searching for the best milking cow.”

  “We think you might be it.”

  “So you guys get a cut of the profits?” I asked. I felt a little betrayed if they had another motive.

  “Yes, we do, and sometimes, we get the first taste for ourselves. Not often, but lucky us in your case. It’s an added incentive. Don’t get us wrong, we love our job. We also like you.”

  I blushed and turned away for a moment, watching as the limo drove up a long mountain with the most beautiful white rocks. The drop lead to the ocean, splashing its mist which almost reached me.

  “Whatever girls we handle, we get a cut of their profits.”

  “Sounds a lot like pimping.”

  Jeremy chuckled, but looked dismissive, staring into his empty glass. Chad waved at me and muttered, “Give me a break.”

  “It’s not pimping at all. Every girl here chooses to be here. They’re offering a service. These men and women will pay a hefty amount for the right pet. They want one that can give them healthy, delicious milk, and they want a lot of it.”

  “Once we get there, we’ll see if you belong in this type of life.”

  “What about Riggs? I thought this was all for him.”

  “Oh, Master Riggs doesn’t choose any girls for himself. At times, he’ll have a sample taste, but that’s as far as he goes. As far as I know, he doesn’t mix business with pleasure. That’s what makes him the best.”

  And I guess that’s what makes you two second best?

  That stung. I could feel myself sink, a fog covering me once they told me that Mr. Riggs wouldn’t be involved. I only went along with this because I thought it might lead somewhere with him. He was intriguing. I wasn’t saying I was in love with the guy, but I definitely wanted to know more, and stepping through all these hoops, I thought maybe I could have a dinner with him at least.

  I’m not sure if that was how it was going to go. It sounded like they were going to auction me off to the highest bidder.

  I finished my champagne. It didn’t help me relax.

  “Will he be there at least?”

  “Oh yeah, he’ll be there.”

  “He’s looking forward to seeing you."

  That helped.

  My purpose for being their renewed, I handed back the glass and waited for our arrival.

  Driving down a long private road with lush jungle surrounding it, we came to a giant gate, security cameras plastered all over it. One of the cameras swiveled, staying on the car, then the gates opened. It revealed something that looked like it was out of the middle of America, a far reaching plain of green grass. The green branched out for miles then dipped down a hill. The car drove down the pastures, then headed over the hill to reveal an estate, a complex of buildings that looked like it could house an army, only these were all domestic buildings, architectural works of art.

  “We’re going to drop you off with the others.”

  “The others?”

  They laughed. They could be real dicks.

  “Yeah, did you think you were going to be alone?”

  “There will be many girls to choose from. You’re one of many.”

  “Does every girl get picked?”

  “No, not every one. Sometimes they perform horribly."

  Jeremy leaned closer to me. “Don’t be one of them. We’re counting on you.”

  “You’re really something special. If you open up, and let yourself go, you’ll be the finest prize we’ve ever offered.”

  “Thanks,” I m
uttered, not sure how I felt about being anyone’s prize just yet.

  My breasts panged. As we approached the first mansion on the right, I checked out Jeremy and Chad, running my eyes over their slick, chiseled bodies. I was getting terribly horny being stuck with them. My breasts' nagging, quiet this morning, came back with a vengeance.

  They weren’t going to stop aching, or stop producing, until I lactated. That strange sensation pushed from my chest. I thought I might start leaking.

  Maybe I could ask them to help my milking before we headed in?

  That was an absurd suggestion.

  I couldn’t believe what this trip did to me. I was now about to ask for my tits to be sucked in the back of a limo.

  I decided to shut up. I needed to show some restraint. Besides, Chad and Jeremy looked preoccupied. The limo came to a stop. I looked to the left, noticing the long rows of barn yards. They had small ponds nearby with fountains and concrete walking paths leading to them. They weren’t the typical American barn. These were more like high class lofts.

  Jeremy got out and held the door open.

  “I think the girls are all at the pool. Let’s get you changed, yeah?”

  My worry about being placed with other girls quickly faded once he said "pool". I loved pools, but never got to swim in them much. I would get to as a kid, going over my aunt and uncle’s place, but they lived more than an hour away. It might’ve been childish, but I couldn’t wait to jump in. It was a beautiful day, clear with a brief, cool wind.

  “OK, come with me. Chad is going to go get things set up, register you and everything.”

  I followed Jeremy into the foyer, a gigantic space with a massive chandelier and staircase. We didn’t stay for long. I hurried to catch up to him, already hearing the music and the girl chatter echoing from the pool. He led me into a room that looked like a theater costume room, except this had every sort of outfit in every sort of size that you could imagine, and they all looked stunning.

  “Go wild. I suggest a bathing suit right now. Once you’re done, you can go hang out with the girls. We’ll be back in a couple hours. Good luck, make us proud,” Jeremy said, and then he gave me a wink and shut the door.