Morning Milking (Holstaur, Handjob, Latex, Femdom, short)

My dreams of carnal, Holstaur-led sex were interrupted by the clank of a metal bucket on the floor. The fantastic imagery of my dream was replaced with the no-less dreamy vision of Miss Petal, my wife and Mistress, dressed like a milk maid. She was in a long, modest frock, with a blue bonnet that covered the top of her head but let her fetching horns poke out. She was at my bedside in the darkness, sitting over me with a matronly smile on a wooden stool. On one of her hands, in the darkness, was a shiny black love. Latex.

I stirred, and the cowbell around my neck clanked.

“Good, you’re awake, Henry,” my Mistress said in her clear, wonderful voice. Once my secretary, she had parlayed a sickness to become both my wife and my dominatrix, and had kept my balls emptied and my belly full when I came home to her from a day at the office. It was a weekend, which always meant some new and inventive way to keep me guessing. She pulled off the sheet, exposing my body to the cool air. Miss P insisted that I sleep naked, and with my head between her breasts, and so I found myself stained in her tit sweat and naked to world.

I could see Miss Petal’s breath in the late November cold, and my body rippled with goosebumps. She ran her latex glove over my body with a smile, the smoothness of the latex making me feel so helpless and animalistic before my calm, methodical Holstaur wife. My penis, almost always swelled to hardness in the morning, grew even harder, and in my sleepy state I began to gyrate my hips.

Miss Petal clicked her tongue, and put a single latex-clad finger on my pelvis. “Ah ah ah, naughty little Moo-cow. Mustn’t buck our hips without permission…must we?”

I obeyed, and stopped gyrating, shaking my head and rattling my bell. She loved it when my cowbell rattled, and her gloved hand found its way to my member, and squeezed. The Cool, smooth latex coupled with the warmth and strength of a cow-girls fingers wrapped around my shaft and compressed it, the pressure leaving me trapped in her clinical grip. I groaned a little, which made Miss Petal let out a happy little Moo.

“Ooh, excuse me…I’m not supposed to be the Moo-Cow here,” she said with a chuckle, putting her other hand – which was ungloved – to cover her mouth. Her large breasts heaved in her Victorian era garb, and despite the fact that I slept with my face nuzzled between them, and that I was still stained with their sweat, I longed to see them. My mouth watered.

“Will you…” I began. “Miss Petal, can I please have breakfast?”

My Holstaur wife tilted her head back and laughed. “Awfully forward, aren’t we?” She asked, as she groped at my balls and gave them a light squeeze of total ownership. I wailed, and her hand moved back to assail my shaft and head. She giggled with pleasure as my body trembled. “You can have breakfast after we have filled up my bucket…”

She picked up a bottle of lotion with her free hand, then relaxed her grasp around my penis. She let a long stream of white goo fall onto my turgid cock. With a nice amount of lubricant in place, she gave me a hard squeeze, making her hand slide up like a wet, tight pussy.

My eyes nearly popped out from the pleasure, and my cockhead swelled in her smooth grip. Her hands worked their way up and down, the action of a milk maid looking to extract the precious milk from her husband’s epididymis. The smooth, heavy latex made me feel my skin, my nakedness, as she worked me with a clinical efficiency.

“Let’s hear a good, strong moan from those lungs,” Miss Petal said. “A boy’s moans mean he has a healthy amount of sperm!”

“I don’t think that-Aaaauuuuugh!” I cried, as her latex hand squeezed and slid. Her thumb molested my cock head, and looking down I saw myself covered in suds and wrapped in her hand.

“That’s a good moo-cow!” Miss Petal exclaimed, and I could see her blue eyes sparkling in the early morning darkness. “Don’t go thinking, just make noise. Keep the moans coming, honey. I want my seed.”

I groaned again, louder, and Miss Petal worked me over with even greater strength and energy, eager to make me scream louder and louder. I arched my back as my heart pounded, and Miss Petal undid her frock. Her large, full Holstaur breasts filled my view, and despite their dominant position in my every aspect of my life -or perhaps, because of it- my eyes became fixated upon them. Upon her large areolas and her pouting nipples, and the droplets of wonderful, warm, sweet, and creamy milk which was forming on them. I gasped, and my stomach rumbled, my body trembling with the desire to bury my head into those boobs and worship them.

“I feel you,” Miss Petal whispered. “You are close to popping off. Don’t keep your wife waiting, sweetie. Give me all that nice stuff you have been making in there. And remember, I want lots of it!”

She was right. I could feel the pleasure rising, feel it being wrung out of me by her strong grip. The lube coupled with the glove made me feel like I was some kind of animal, being milked by a worker interested in claiming my seed. I was doing my purpose. This is what I was for.

“Ohh…” I whimpered, watching as Miss Petal’s pendulous breasts swayed, and her blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. “I’m…I’m…”

“That’s it, Henry…” Miss Petal cheered. She grabbed me with her free hand, and tilted me downwards, towards the metal bucket. “That’s it…give Miss Petal all your goo. I’ll count you down: three…two…one. Give it to me. NOW!”

At my mistress’ command I erupted, shooting cum out as I screamed. I could hear the sounds of it hitting the metal of the bucket, and Miss Petal squeezed and pumped harder with each stroke, eager to ring as much semen out of me as she could. My body was warm, and pleasure engulfed me, while Miss Petal’s latex covered hand continued to squeeze and wring.

When finally I had finished, and impressive amount of seed was in the bucket. I was quite drained, and Miss Petal reviewed her take with approval.

“Very good work, Henry!” Miss Petal said with elation. She took the bucket up to her lips, and drank the contents in one big gulp. “AHHH!” she announced, after taking all my sperm down her throat.

“That hit the spot…” she continued. She set down the bucket with a thud, then pressed her breasts against my lips. “Now, let’s get you some breakfast…”

Grinning, I shut my eyes as a nipple was pressed between my lips. It was going to be a good weekend…e

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2 thoughts on “Morning Milking (Holstaur, Handjob, Latex, Femdom, short)

  1. Heyyy miss moo cow! Nice little continuation I didn’t expect. Btw I haven’t checked in in a bit, your que says you’re working on chapter 9 of the anubis story but there are only 7 chapters. Am I just being dumb or was that just mislabeled?

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