Cynthia laid on her bed and patiently waited. The blind fold covering her eyes was starting itch, especially around the top of her noise, but she new better than to give into the urge to itch it. Her breeder would be arriving any minute, and the blind fold was his request. To remove it and then to have him walk in would be disrespectful of his wishes. He must be a politician, Cynthia thought, they were the only ones that ever asked for blind folds. Sometimes they would wear masks, but if she wanted to, she could find out who they were. She had once been bread by the Prime Minister of New Houston, a planet as far from here as one could get in the explored universe. That was when she was just a young heifer, not even a first-calf heifer. His seed never took, but it wasn’t long before another breeders did, and she moved up in the whore food chain from heifer to milk maid first-calf heifer. Now she was a full fledged cow, even though it had been well over a year since she had been successfully bread. Maybe if she played her cards right, today’s breeders seed would take and he might even take her as a concubine on…on…where was she again? Oh, that’s right, Relgavix.
Relgavix was a warm planet, much warmer than New Houston or London Prime, but on the outer limits of the frontier. Not the planet she would pick if she had a choice, but anything was better then the Heffer Train. It wasn’t that Cynthia disliked the ship or the crew she served on, they were all nice people. And she was always fed, with a room of her own and food in her stomach, but still she fantasized often about how different life could be living for a long period of time on only one planet, having sex with just a single man. Or maybe only a handful of men. If she didn’t get pregnant soon she would be sold, and God new were she would end up then. Cows like her, women past their child barring years, in a universe this size where child barring women where almost as valuable as an asteroid of gold often found themselves going from the lap of luxury to some back water planet where life was hard, especially for a women.
Still laying on the bed, Cynthia heard the door open and then close. She waited a moment giving her breeder the chance to talk first before she spoke. When she heard nothing she simply said “Welcome,” and directed the stranger to where the drinks were in case he cared for one before things got started.
“Roll over on to your other side,” the man instructed.
Cynthia did as she was told, waiting, hearing only the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric, a sound Cynthia new all too well from her many years of waiting and watching the thousands of men that had walk through her door get undressed. She hadn’t always been blind folded when a breeder walked in, but still she had done this enough times to grow accustomed to all the subtle sounds whenever someone knew entered.
Just when she thought that there might be something wrong, when her breeder failed to join her in bed – maybe he didn’t find her attractive, or maybe she was too fat, she had put on a little weight during her last pregnancy – she felt the mattress shift under her breeders added weight.
No sooner had he got on the bed, she felt his whiskered upper lip take the nipple of her right breast into his mouth as he began to suck.
“I was told you are a milk maid,” the man said in between sucking and using his tongue to flick her nipple around inside his mouth. “I asked for a milker.”
“It’s coming, sweetie,” Cynthia told him in her most soothing voice.
She moved her hand to cup her breast to try and tease the milk out. When that didn’t work, her breeder shifted his weight, rolling onto his back as she came to rest atop of him, her large breasts now hanging down coming to rest on his chest. The man was fat with a large stomach, but Cynthia was flexible enough to allow him to still suck her while she grinned against him, preparing him, and herself, for what would come next.
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