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The Milkman Cometh in: Esma-Lee
It wasn’t even half past noon and who should come pawing at my door but that fool Jimmy Randly, he’d been by my lil’ ol’ cottage once or twice for some fun and knew the ins-and-outs of my business so I wasn’t entirely surprised to see him, what did surprise me was what he had clangin’ in his arms: milk jugs! He had a foolish look on his face, more foolish than normal and with his big, stupid grin and tongue nearly hangin’ out I nearly burst out laughin’ and here he is goin’ on about how he’s got it in his head how he thinks lickin’ fresh cream offa me will really turn his crank. Now I am a business woman first and foremost and I do not suffer fools easily and this fool eyein’ me up and down like a wolf in a chicken coop, he’s already unfastenin’ his belt when I slow him down. “Ahem, dear Jimmy, have you forgotten my modest fee?” He blinks and the dumb grin is gone for second and he fishes through his pockets and lo and behold he has enough, turns out behind his dim exterior he had the sense to account for two bottles of cream AND my fees. Well with that matter taken care of I shrugged and slipped outta’ my robe and cleared the floor as I would whenever I’m expecting a mess. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that, boy did he jump into it! He popped the top off the first jug and had it runnin’ slow and warm down my neck to my navel where he was waiting to lap it up. It worked wonders to awaken him down south, he wasn’t the girthiest fella’ you’d ever seen but danged if he wasn’t ramrod straight now. I went to work handlin’ his member while he kept findin’ new ways to pour cream down me and lick it up, and I tell you, he was fit to burst in less than a minute, if I’d been a less charitable lady that feller’d have been done and gone from my homestead in less time than it’d taken him to buy that cream. But I’m an honorable miss and so I used my expansive skillset to keep him goin’ a little stretch and make it fair since he’d clearly made an effort and was over the moon for this new notion of his. So we’re at it for a little while and I’m gettin’ ready to start him finishin’ when lo and behold BAM! My doors been kicked in and who’s standin’ there cross as a hive o’ hornets but farmer Winslow, dairy farmer Winslow to be precise. Seems lil’ ol’ Jimmy wasn’t so keen with his figurin’ after all and hadn’t so much paid for those bottles o’ cream as so much he nicked ‘em and somehow farmer Winslow had tracked him here. Now this was a compromising position to be in, both figuratively since I had stolen merchandise splattered all over nearly every curve of my birthday suit and it was compromising literally since at the moment I had young, foolish jimmy laid out on a bench and was squatting on his face while he poured the cream down my back where he could slurp it all up when it reached him and my nethers all the while I’m cranking on his member. Farmer Winslow’s eye go wide and I stop and rise a little, I’m waitin’ to see which side I’m gonna’ jump to when he charges so that he gets his best shot at this dummy between my thighs. Then a funny thing happens, theres a twitch in ol’ Winslows overalls and you can be sure I spotted that! My eyes go to the twitch and he sees me seein’ that and goes a different shade of red. I give him my biggest, business woman smile and curl a finger at him invitingly. “So Mr. Winslow, did you happen to bring your billfold on this particular visit?” I ask and I’m slowly lowering back onto Jimmy who’s happy to oblige returning to his activities. Farmer Winslow looks back at the door and fumbles his hands into his pockets and lo and behold! A wallet! We very briefly discussed terms and finances and before you know it I’m still astraddle young Jimmy who’s right back to his state of near completion but now I’m cranking Jimmy and farmer Winslow is standing right up in front of me getting my most convincing oral argument, shoot! He even obliged pouring the cream down my back for Jimmy! Well funs fun and we all were having a grand time but time as they say is money so I really gave farmer Winslow the ol’ one-two-three and he erupted like an udder that hadn’t been milked in weeks! Farmer Winslow went off so hard he let the rest of the cream go in one big wave down my back and splashing all around my bottom and nethers and Jimmy getting a big splash of milk went off himself and I must say all their enjoyment and Jimmy’s frantic licking and sucking even set me off. And so with that all taken care of I sent those boys off to settle their affairs at Winslow’s farm, meanwhile I slipped off to the river for a cool dip and maybe afterwards a cool glass of milk.
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