Hand Milking Sasha: Story Wednesday

Story by Ada

Sasha groaned and wiggled her legs in the dim red of the emergency lights. Her arms were clamped behind her to the wall and she was seated on the bench in her cell. The power had gone out a few hours ago, and she was scheduled to be milked today. Her breasts felt swollen and tender, and every now and then she felt a drop of milk ooze maddeningly slowly from her nipples. The stiff teats felt as sensitive as her cock… which also had gone neglected for too long. Every time she thought of putting it between the warm cleft of another cow’s tush or all her memories of seeing Jaime’s beautiful brown breasts…

She whimpered. What if they forgot about her down here? What if the system reset and it erased her from the records or something? It wasn’t fair! She was behaving herself this time… Her cock throbbed as she imagined all the cows stretching, jogging and exercising on the grounds outdoors, their milky tits bouncing and their juicy rears swaying…

Sasha’s reverie was broken by the sounds of the door opening.

“Nurse?” she moaned timidly. Two nurses appeared in the doorway, carrying flashlights. The beams reflected on their glossy, translucent uniforms.

“Oh you poor girl,” one of the nurses said, her voice full of concern. She ran to Sasha’s side. “Daria, come help me with these locks. It looks like Sasha’s full to bursting!”

“Okay,” the other said, approaching. “What should I do, Tanya?”

“Just shine your light here,” Sasha heard a click, and she was free! The nurse snapped a leash on her collar and gave it a tug. “There we go. C’mon, Sasha!”

Sasha got to her feet. Tanya began to lead her out, down the darkened hall, with Daria pushing a cart behind Sasha. She moaned as she felt the cool air waft against her erogenous zones. Beads of milk began to well up at the tips of her nipples as if in anticipation of their release, which didn’t help. The moisture cooled quickly, intensifying the low buzz of her arousal. She wanted to wipe it away, but her hands were still bound behind her.

“I’m afraid the machines are offline, Sasha,” Tanya said, interpreting the sound Sasha made for a question. “They’re not sure when the power’s going to come back on, so we’re going to be hand-milking you today, okay?”

“I dunno about that,” Sasha said reluctantly. She hadn’t been milked by hand for a long time, and she wasn’t sure she could relax with the amount of milk she’d built up. Besides, she didn’t even know these girls. What if they were rough with her? They might just squeeze her poor teats dry and toss her back into her cell.

“Here it is,” Tanya announced, pushing open a door and leading Sasha inside. Portable lights shone down on a frame made of metal tubes. A generator hummed nearby. The nurse brought Sasha over to the structure and guided her into position. “Just lean over like this- that’s right. Rest your weight against this one. Here, let me adjust that.”

Tanya clipped Sasha’s collar to a ring on the bar beneath her neck. Her breasts hung down, fitting snugly between the two padded bars, and Tanya walked around her, gently pulling Sasha’s legs open so her balls hung free. She switched on the stereo, and soothing ambient music began to play.

“Okay, Daria, come here,” Tanya said. “This is your first time hand-milking, so I’ll explain as we go. Put these on.” She handed Daria a pair of gloves. The palms and fingers were covered with a layer of soft, tiny bumps. Tanya pulled on a pair of her own. “We’ll start with an udder massage to help stimulate Sasha’s breasts and make expressing her milk easier.”

Daria nodded. Tanya squirted a little bit of lotion onto Sasha’s breasts and began to gently knead the right one. Daria took the left one and followed Tanya’s lead. She rubbed her gloved hands all over the soft, cushy udder, massaging the strawberry-scented cream into Sasha’s skin. Sasha moaned as the nurses’ fingers crawled all over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, their textured gloves sliding all over.

Daria bit her lip as she worked Sasha’s breast as if it had been her own, smoothly and gently, rolling her palms against the thick nipple. She’d never been this close to a cow in heat before. Sasha was sweating and breathing heavily, and her scent was making Daria’s mind race.

The blonde nurse saw the anxious look on Daria’s face. “It’s normal to feel a little intimidated by cows like Sasha, Daria,” she explained. “It’s something you get used to as you work closely with them.”

Sasha began to grunt as their hands squeezed and rubbed her breasts. Daria heard an irregular thumping noise and looked under Sasha to see her cock slapping against her belly in short spasms, like it was a tail she was reflexively wagging. At the same moment, she felt the breast in her hands start to swell a little, and Sasha let out a groan as her milk started to flow freely.

“Oooh, this is good, you’re doing great, Sasha,” Tanya cooed as she swiftly grabbed a sterile container from the cart and the two nurses aimed Sasha’s udders, spraying milk into it. “Okay, Daria, while I do this, you take care of the secondary stimulation.”

“Okay,” Daria nodded, still feeling strange. It wasn’t like she was nervous or anything. More like she felt a little… inferior compared to Sasha. She chalked it up to Sasha’s curves making her feel almost boyish, but it was somehow more than that. Every time she breathed in the musky odour of Sasha’s sweat, she got a little tingly. What both nurses didn’t know was that, when she was aroused, Sasha’s body secreted a pheromone that marked her as an “alpha” in the minds of females around her. Tanya had built up a bit of immunity, but Daria wasn’t so lucky…

She knelt down by Sasha’s legs, pulled a condom out of its wrapper, and grabbed Sasha’s stiff erection. The cow moaned when her gloved hand wrapped around the warm, throbbing shaft, and rolled the latex sheath on. Daria licked her lips as she began to stroke the thick rod. ‘Sasha’s kind of a stud,’ she thought, feeling a thrill as she pumped the hard dick.

Sasha’s face slackened in bliss as the two nurses worked her udders and cock. Her hips twitched involuntarily, humping into Daria’s grip. The poor cow had gone too long without a milking, and now she was making up for it in spades! Tanya switched out the jar for a fresh one, and she smiled up at Sasha’s ecstatic expression.

“You’re doing so good, Sasha,” Tanya whispered, leaning close to Sasha’s face. The blonde breathed in her musky scent and let out a shuddering sigh, her fingers sensuously digging into both udders and slowly running down the soft teats, savouring the wonderfully slippery flesh. Milk splattered into the jar with every gentle squeeze. Tanya cleared her throat. She knew that the most important phase was approaching.

“Be, uh, careful not to stimulate Sasha too much, Daria,” she said, her voice wavering a little. “The best milk comes right at the edge of orgasm.”

“Uh, okay,” Daria replied. Her arm was getting sore from the awkward position she was in next to Sasha. The brunette moved behind her, reaching between the cow’s legs to get at her cock. Her eyes were drawn to the clenching buttocks and swinging balls before her, rocking hypnotically. She breathed in the rich soup of Sasha’s pheromones and it sent lightning from her brain to her pussy and back.

Her eyes fell on a droplet of sweat trickling down Sasha’s lower back. It crawled slowly down, drawn to the crease of the cow’s ass. On an impulse, Daria leaned in and licked it, just as it slipped into the dark, fleshy canyon. Her tongue didn’t leave Sasha’s skin, however. She spread Sasha’s cheeks with one hand while the other continued to rub the cow’s cock, and dragged her tongue down to the pucker of her asshole. The brunette could feel the muscle twitching while she prodded and swirled her tongue against it.

‘This will help,’ she rationalised in her mind. ‘I can feel Sasha’s need to orgasm better this way.’ The impulse became instinct. She pushed her face forward, penetrating Sasha with her tongue.

Sasha’s eyes widened and she sucked in a ragged breath, her mouth going slack as she felt the wet, quivering invader worm its way into her rear. She shivered, her cock twitching as she felt her asshole getting tongue-fucked. She could hear the nurse grunting and gurgling, and feel her breath puff into her crack.

Tanya smiled as she felt Sasha stiffen. She quickly changed jars again. It wouldn’t be long, now… The blonde felt a surge of arousal as she looked into Sasha’s lust-glazed eyes. Milk splashed into the jar in long, thick streams as she palmed the cow’s udders.

“I’ve, uh, always had a crush on you, Sasha,” Tanya whispered, the admission sending a thrill through her body. “Ever since I first saw you, I… I wanted you. Every night, I fantasize about you fucking me…” She kissed all around Sasha’s slack lips, swirling her tongue against the cow’s, savouring the taste of her drool. Tanya could almost sense Sasha teetering on the edge. The blonde brought her mouth close to Sasha’s ear, panting lustfully.

“Do it, Sasha,” Tanya hissed. “Cum for me, baby!”

Sasha couldn’t help but obey. She whimpered blissfully, her anal muscle twitching and gripping at Daria’s tongue as sperm rushed out her throbbing cock. It shot into the condom in rhythmic torrents, ballooning the latex sheath until it sloshed and swung from her erection like an overripe fruit. As if in sympathy, her milk spurted into the jar until it came close to overflowing, eliciting a smile from Tanya.

“That was beautiful, Sasha,” she said as the flow tapered off. “I loved every moment of it.” One final shiver and the last of her milk plopped into the jar. Daria pulled her tongue free of Sasha’s hole and wiped her mouth.

The two nurses got Sasha cleaned up, tying the condom off and giving her a gentle sponge bath and rinse. Tanya led the exhausted cow back to her cell and eased her down into bed.

As Sasha drifted off to sleep, she felt a kiss on her cheek and heard Tanya whisper.

“Until next time.”