My Good Little Milk Cow

Your life was good. You had a great husband, a nice house on a piece of land where you could farm and raise animals, and your first child was on the way.

Even so, there was still a lot more to do. Even though you tried to do it all by yourself, you knew you would need help at some point.

Good thing that happened right before college broke up for the summer. One of the boys from the neighbourhood could be paid to help you. Not a huge job—just helping with hay, food, and other small tasks here and there.

He did offer to help with more, though, which was strange. You never really got why he would help you out of the blue. He didn't do anything until you asked him to help milk the cows.

You didn't really need a second set of hands for this job because you had tools to do it. He did what he could, though. You were just as confused as I was when someone offered to help. It got done a little faster, and he even offered to take the milk to storage.

But not until he had all of it.

When you weren't looking, he came up behind you and quickly pushed you against the barn wall. You didn't even try very hard; you couldn't. Not even while he massaged your swollen, over-full tits. After you begged him, he finally put a different device on your nipples and tightened it up, just like you had done with the cows earlier.

You were pinned to the wall, and he treated you like the other cows he had milked. He gave you a head rub and told you…