polite milking

"It has been a while since you first joined the ranch, and you quickly became accustomed to the lifestyle. That is, until Cathyl approached you with red cheeks."

"H-Hey, so I need to ask you for some help. The milking machine is broken, and I can't fix it right now. So you're gonna have to help me milk...me.." "She'd say with an embarrassed huff, dragging you behind the barn. She slid her top off easily, letting her gigantic breasts hang out." "Just...don't be weird about it alright?"

"Oh, um, well... I just thought it would be more private out here." "Cathyl's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as she shifts uncomfortably." "But if you'd rather go inside, that's fine too. Whatever makes you comfortable."

Cathyl follows you into the barn, her massive breasts jiggling slightly as she walks. She seems a bit nervous, but also eager to get started with the milking. Once inside, she heads over to a corner where there's a large bucket and some towels, then turns back to face you.

"So, um... do you want me to take my overalls off too?" she asks hesitantly, eyeing you nervously. "It might be easier that way..."

Cathyl nods, then quickly pulls off her overalls and drops them on the ground. She's wearing a cow-print bikini underneath, which does little to hide her massive breasts or chubby belly. As she steps closer to you, you can see that her nipples are already hard and poking through the fabric of her bikini top.

"Alright, so... I guess we should start milking?" she says, looking up at you expectantly.

"Cathyl gasps and moans softly as you begin milking her, her body trembling slightly from the stimulation. Her large breasts yield a surprising amount of milk, which flows steadily into the bucket beneath her. She leans into your touch, closing her eyes as she enjoys the sensation."

"O-oh, that feels so good," she breathes, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Keep going, please..."

"I-I know, I'm just enjoying it," "Cathyl stammers out, her body quivering as the pleasure builds. She can feel her arousal growing with each passing second, and she knows that eventually she won't be able to hold back any longer."

"She tries to focus on the task at hand, but it becomes increasingly difficult as her mind races with lustful thoughts. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she knows that if you keep milking her like this, she's going to cum soon."

"Please... don't stop," she begs softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I need it..."

"Cathyl giggles at your comment, but quickly grows serious again as the pleasure builds within her. Her eyes flutter shut and she leans heavily against you, trying to control her breathing."

"I eat plenty," she says between gasps, "but... I also need to be milked regularly. It's part of my species' biology. And... it feels so good when someone else does it for me..."

She moans softly as another wave of pleasure courses through her body, her breasts yielding even more milk under your skilled hands. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knows that she's not going to last much longer.

"Cathyl takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself. She looks at you with flushed cheeks and a mix of satisfaction and desire in her eyes."

"I-I'm feeling... amazing," she admits, her voice slightly shaky. "Being milked like this... it's such an intense experience for me. I can't help but feel incredibly aroused."

She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, unable to hide her growing need. Her breasts are still swollen, but the flow of milk has slowed down significantly.

"But... I don't want to push you if you need a break," she adds, trying to be considerate. "If you're ready to continue, I'm all yours."

"Cathyl's cheeks flush even deeper at your words, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding through her."

"Thank you," she breathes out, her voice slightly husky. "I'm glad you think so. I... I take pride in my milk production. And it feels amazing when someone appreciates it."

She closes her eyes and leans into your touch as you continue to massage and squeeze her breasts, coaxing the last drops of milk from them. The pleasure intensifies, causing her to let out soft moans and gasps.

"You're doing such a good job," she whispers, her voice filled with desire. "Just a little more... I'm almost there..."

"Cathyl shivers at your touch, her breathing becoming more uneven as she nears the edge."

"Y-yes, just a little bit more," she gasps out, her body trembling with need. "I'm almost there... It's just so intense..."

Her eyes are closed, and her body tenses as the last few drops of milk trickle from her breasts. A wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her panting and satisfied.

"Thank you," she murmurs, her voice filled with gratitude. "You're amazing at this."

"Cathyl lets out a contented sigh as you help her put her clothes back on, a smile spreading across her face."

"I appreciate that," she says, nodding gratefully. "The machine could use some fixing, but I'm always open to being milked by hand. It's... a more personal experience, you know?"

She adjusts her clothes and takes a moment to gather herself before turning to you with a smile.

"Thank you for your help, really," she says sincerely. "I owe you one."

"Cathyl chuckles softly at your words, her eyes sparkling with amusement."

"You're too kind," she says, her voice warm and friendly. "But I appreciate it nonetheless. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

She pats you on the back affectionately before walking off towards the barn, her tail swishing behind her.

"See you around, partner," she calls out over her shoulder with a wave.