Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 80: Milk Man 2 [+R18]

Liam reached out, his hands still slick, and grabbed Kelly by her waist. He pulled her up from the floor, her legs wobbly and her face still glowing from the effort of the tit-fuck.

The cow costume was a mess—the black-and-white spandex was pushed aside, and her heavy breasts were glistening with his spent seed.

The little gold bell on her collar chimed frantically as she sat down, leaning back against the cushions.

He slid off the edge and knelt between her open legs.

He looked up at her.

The way the couch forced her hips to tilt forward made the cut-out in her panties even more obvious.

Her pussy was bright pink and soaking wet, the lace strings of the costume barely holding on.

"You took care of the farmer," Liam said, his eyes darkening as he looked at her chest. "Now it’s my turn to take care of the cow."

He reached up and grabbed her right breast, the weight of it filling his palm. He squeezed it hard, watching the pale flesh bulge between his fingers.

He leaned in and took the nipple—now a deep, dark red and swollen to the size of a thumb-tip—into his mouth.

He didn’t just lick it. He started to suck with a powerful, rhythmic vacuum.

He hallowed his cheeks, pulling as hard as he could, his tongue swirling around the base.

"Liam—" Kelly gasped, her hands flying to the back of his head. Her back arched, her chest thrusting toward him.

’I want to see if I can actually make her produce,’ Liam thought. The idea of it, the roleplay of her being his little dairy cow, made his dick start to stir again despite just finishing.

He moved his hands to the base of her breast, kneading the heavy tissue with firm, milking motions.

He pushed toward the nipple, trying to force something out, his mouth never leaving her skin. He sucked until he heard the wet, slurping sounds echoing in the quiet room.

He switched to the other side, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip before he began the heavy suction again.

He worked at her breasts for minutes, his jaw starting to ache from the effort. He wanted to see a drop of white, but nothing came. Just her skin getting redder and her moans getting louder.

"It’s not... coming out," Kelly whimpered, her voice breaking. "I don’t think I have any... but it feels so good. Please, don’t stop."

Liam pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her wet nipple. He looked at the heavy mounds; they were flushed and swollen, the dark centers practically throbbing.

"Maybe you just need more stimulation," Liam growled.

He shifted his focus.

While his mouth went back to her left breast, his hand traveled down.

He reached the cut-out in the cow-print panties.

He didn’t hesitate.

He dived two fingers deep into her heat.

Kelly let out a sharp, high-pitched scream. Her legs flew wide, her heels digging into the leather of the couch.

She was incredibly wet.

It was like sticking his fingers into warm, thick syrup.

He found her internal walls were already pulsing, gripping his fingers tight.

He started to move them in and out, the sound of the friction becoming a loud, wet squelch.

"Oh god, Liam! Right there!"

He ignored her plea for a second, focusing on the rhythm.

He used his thumb to find her clit, which was a hard, angry little bead hidden under her hood.

He started to flick it, fast and hard, while his fingers continued to pump inside her.

He was being rough.

He wasn’t trying to be gentle or romantic.

He wanted to break her.

He leaned back in and started sucking her breast again, even harder than before. He was trying to coordinate the movements—the milking of her chest and the heavy thrusting of his fingers.

*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch*

"You’re so wet, Kelly," Liam muttered against her skin, his voice muffled by her breast. "Look at you. Just a hungry little cow, aren’t you?"

’I love how she reacts to the talk,’ Liam thought as he felt her pussy walls clamp down on his fingers in a series of mini-spasms. ’She’s so close.’

He increased the pressure.

He took his fingers out for a second, only to shove three of them back in at once. Kelly’s eyes rolled back into her head.

Her hands were frantic now, one clutching the couch arm and the other pulling at her own hair.

"I can’t—Liam, I’m gonna—!"

"Not yet," he said, pulling his mouth away from her chest but keeping his fingers moving at a blurring speed.

He leaned over her.

One hand slid between her thighs, fingers buried deep in her soaking wet slit.

The other hand grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together. He watched her face. Her mouth hung open.

Her breath came in short, ragged hitches.

He started to circle her clit with his thumb, applying more and more pressure until she was bucking her hips off the couch, trying to find release.

"Please! Liam, please!"

He saw her eyes glaze over.

He knew the signs.

He shoved his fingers in as deep as they would go, his knuckles pressing against her outer lips, and he mashed his thumb down hard on her clit.

Kelly’s entire body went rigid. A long, broken wail escaped her throat.

Her pussy began to move in violent, rhythmic waves, clenching around his hand so hard it was almost painful.

He didn’t stop.

He kept the friction going through the peak of her orgasm, making sure she felt every single second of it.

She was shaking, her legs trembling so violently that the little cow ears on her head fell off onto the cushions.

Finally, she collapsed back against the couch, her chest heaving, her skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Liam slowly withdrew his hand.

His fingers were dripping, the clear fluid running down his wrist. He looked at her.

She was a mess. Her hair was wild, her costume was ruined and wet, and her breasts were still heavily flushed from his sucking.

"No milk," Liam said, looking at her chest one last time before looking back at her dazed face.

Kelly couldn’t even speak. She just let out a weak, shaky breath and closed her eyes, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.

Liam wiped his hand on her thigh and sat back, watching her.

’She looks perfect like this,’ he thought.

Liam stood up from the couch and didn’t say a word.

He just reached down and hooked his arms under Kelly’s knees and back, hoisting her up.

She let out a small gasp, her arms looping around his neck while her heavy breasts pressed right against his chest.

"Liam? What’s going on?" she panted.

"I’m going to milk you dry," Liam growled.

He carried her into the bedroom.

The gold bell on her collar made a light ringing sound with every step he took.

He placed her down on the edge of the bed.

The sunset was coming through the window, making her pale skin glow.

"Position yourself," he said.

Kelly crawled toward the middle of the bed.

She dropped onto her elbows and pushed her chest down, arching her back so her ass was high in the air.

The cow-print fabric bunched up, and the cut-out in her panties showed how wet she was.

"Come here," she whispered over her shoulder. "I’m so warm inside."

Liam climbed onto the bed behind her. He grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, until he was burying his entire length inside her.

"Oh god!" Kelly cried out, her head hitting the mattress.

He kept up the pace for a long time, his breathing rough and uneven as he focused on the sensation of being buried deep inside her.

His muscles were burning, but he just kept sliding into her, relishing the way her pussy molded perfectly to his shaft. It felt like a tight, wet glove that was pulling him in deeper with every move.

Pa~pa~pa~pa

The sound of their bodies meeting was the only thing filling the room.

Kelly’s head was buried in the pillow.

*Mmph~Mmph~Mmph*

Her soft moans getting louder with every steady, rhythmic thrust. Liam leaned forward, his chest pressing against her arched back to feel her heat.

He reached down and cupped both of her heavy breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, pale flesh.

He pulled her gently back toward him, keeping them locked together as his hips moved in a smooth, fluid motion.

He shifted his knees, digging them into the mattress for better leverage.

He pulled back slowly, an inch at a time, until only the head of his cock was still inside her.

He paused for a split second, letting the tension build, and then pushed back in with a long, full stroke that filled her completely.

The movement made her whole body jolt forward. Her ass was shaking, her skin slick with sweat and the juices that were now coating his thighs.

He moved his hands from her breasts down to her hips.

He rested his palms against her skin, holding her steady as he continued to glide into her.

He was deep, hitting the same spot over and over.

He wasn’t rushing or being forceful; he was just focused on the steady, heavy friction of their bodies.

Every time he slid home, he felt her pussy walls wrap around him, gripping him tight before letting him go.