![]() "Machine will start in one minute." The computerized voice was calm and clinical. ![]() She then shimmied out of her jeans and panties - in the absence of a farmer, she definitely planned on making use of the optional dildo attachment! Glancing around a little self-consciously she pulled off her top before gingerly removing her swollen tits from her bra. But this time she felt far less cautious - she was too desperate! Last time she had been careful with the settings, wanting to be quick and quiet. She tapped through the touchscreen console. But it had been expensive to keep such a small farm running, and, with rising costs and falling demand, he had ultimately been forced to sell up. She had fond memories of her time here - of the way the farmer had hooked her up and fucked her silly while the machine had pumped her dry. She slipped inside the shed and closed the door behind her, turning on the lights to illuminate the almost clinical-looking insides of the facility. She was pretty sure the city boy didn't sleep on site, but she would still feel better when she was away from all the windows. Sucking in a deep, determined breath she hurried down the driveway. Last time she had left a fresh pint of milk on the city boy's doorstep by way of payment, this time she suspected it would be much closer to two. She whimpered slightly at the thought and clutched her tits protectively, but she knew that it was the only thing that would ease the unrelenting ache. He would just ogle her jugs and maybe offer to milk her himself, when what she needed was the inescapable industrial milking of an unyielding machine. In fact, the only as-yet-unaltered section was the milking shed, and Daisy had it on good authority that that was soon to be repurposed as well.ĭaisy glanced around and bit her lip - could she really do this again? Sneak down to the shed and milk her aching tits? If the new owner had been a farmer she might have asked him to take pity on her, but he was a city boy, and a racer at that. The charming old farmhouse had also undergone some modernization changes and now looked quite out of place in the country. The farm looked completely different - while there were still hay bales in the fields, they were now arranged into racing tracks, and the stables had been converted into garages. With the renovations now complete, she had therefore decided to risk another nighttime visit to the farm. ![]() But then the construction had started, and, with so many workers around, she hadn't dared try to use the equipment since.Īlthough the remodel had been relatively quick, it was now weeks since Daisy's last proper milking, and the hand pumps she had been getting by with were no longer practical. Essentially, she wanted to be someone's personal plaything, but there were currently too many hucows and not enough farmers, so her hopes of fulfilling her fantasy were fading by the day.Ībout a week after the farm had changed hands Daisy had snuck back to use the abandoned milking machine for a blissful moment of relief. In that time her hucow friends had all found other farms, but Daisy had been more particular - she hadn't wanted to be a nameless face in a sea of obedient cows, she wanted to matter to somebody - and for that somebody to push her to endure and enjoy the longest, strongest milkings she could possibly take. Hooked up to relentless suction cups she is forced through multiple orgasms that shake her swollen tits almost as much as they shake her world!***ĭaisy was a human hucow with a problem - she desperately needed to be milked, but the farm she had been living on had recently changed hands, and it was clear that the new owner had no intention of becoming the next farmer.Īlmost a month had now elapsed since the sale. ***When hucow Daisy sneaks into a deserted farm shed to ease the ache in her over-full breasts, she quickly finds herself at the mercy of the milking machine - and the man who owns it.
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