Russel is taken to a strange, kind of shady, bar by his friend for his birthday.
Requested by ReenoUmber for my birthday
Contains: M/F, cow girl, muscle, size difference, huge breasts, titfuck, lactation
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The Milky Tit
‘What the hell, Peter? This is “the greatest bar of all time” you’ve been talking about for the past year? It looks like a fucking ice cream parlor!’ Russell swore as his friend stopped his car before a bright white building.
Its windows were one way and the one looking out over the street had the words The Milky Tit written on it in large white letters that were milked from pink udders hanging above the words.
‘I know it looks kinda childish,’ Peter began, and quickly continued before Russell had a change to comment on the colourful blue and white awnings hanging above the windows. ‘But just trust me, okay?’
With that, he stepped out of the car and Russell grumbled a little but followed after his friend. He wanted to continue chewing him out, but then he noticed that the brightly painted blue door wasn’t actually made of wood. It was made of steel, he had no idea how thick it was but he doubted anyone could get to it easily. Peter seemed unconcerned, though, as he pounded on the metal door.
‘Jesus, dude, what are you getting me into?’ Russel hissed, feeling nervous now.
‘You’ll see.’ Was the only response he got.
A moment later, a metal slat was pulled aside and Russell felt a pair of eyes staring down at him and Peter. Russell didn’t miss the flash of recognition in those eyes as they scanned over Peter. The metal slat was slammed shut and was followed by the sound of several locks being undone before, finally, the door creaked open. Both young men were then faced by a woman that was best described as Amazonian. Easily over six feet tall with thick, muscular limbs and broad shoulders. She was wearing a leather jacket, opened to reveal a white shirt underneath that read SECURITY in big, blocky black letters. Said letters were stretched over a pair of breasts that were easily the size of watermelons. Only when Russel managed to pull his eyes away from those did he noticed the horns and bovine ears.
‘Who’s this?’ She asked, and Russell realized he had been staring. A brown, bovine tail, the same colour as her hair and ears, now visible as it swayed back and forth in annoyance.
‘A friend of mine,’ Peter replied. ‘We’re celebrating his birthday. Figured this might be the best place to do it.’
‘He old enough?’ The cow girl asked as she stepped forward and looked down at him.
Russell wasn’t surprised by the question. To put it simply, he was short. Five foot nothing and rather scrawny at that. Combine that with a babyface and boyish freckles and, well, you often get mistaken for someone younger.
‘Rosa, Rosa, Rosa. How long have you known me?’ Peter said, shaking his head. ‘Where’s the trust?’
‘For about two years,’ Rosa replied, not breaking eye contact with Russell as she towered over the shorter man. ‘ID, please.’ She then asked Russell.
‘Here you go.’ Russell grumbled as he produced his ID and held it up for Rosa to scrutinize.
Her face came uncomfortably close to Russell as she bended down to read the information on the card, it also made Russel acutely aware of the way in which her huge jugs jiggled underneath her shirt. Making it painfully obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she stretched back up to her full height, Russel very quickly looked at the wall to his left as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
‘Looks real,’ Rosa said with a lazy shrug. ‘Congratulations on your 21st birthday, would you like a free sample?’ She added business like, though from the corner of his eyes Russel noticed how the cow girl’s nipples had started to stiffen.
‘Uh…what?’ Muttered Russel.
‘Just say yes, man.’ Was Peter’s response.
‘But…sample what?’ Russell said confused.
‘Trust me.’ Peter said for what felt for the hundredth time tonight, a knowing smile on his lips.
‘Fine.’ Russel grumbled. ‘Yeah, I’ll take a sample I guess.’ He shrugged, and was abruptly lifted off of his feet by Rosa, face squished against her huge, soft chest.
‘What-’ Was all that Russell managed to say as he was hugged against the Amazonian cow girl before she started to pull her shirt upwards.
First a set of abdominal muscles were revealed, obviously ruthlessly stripped of any excess fat. Although Russell’s attention was quickly pulled away from Rosa’s waist as her huge, tanned tits came into view capped by thick, hard nipples. Since his mouth was still hanging open, Rosa shoved his head down and stuck one of her nipples past his lips. Abruptly, a sweet taste hit his tongue. Rosa continued holding him up like that, sighing softly as Russell started to suck on her sensitive nipple but eventually, somewhat reluctantly, pulled him away.
‘I hope that was to your satisfaction?’ Rosa asked, cheeks slightly flushed as she lowered her shirt again.
‘Yeah…’ Russell replied, somewhat stunned. ‘Just what is this place, Pete?’ Russell hissed as he turned towards Peter, only to find that he had disappeared. ‘Pete?’
‘I believe he already went inside,’ Rosa replied. ‘Perhaps you would like to join him?’ She asked, wrapping one strong arm around Russell as she dragged him in with ease, closing the heavy steel door behind her with her free hand.
The inside of The Milky Tit looked like a 1950’s diner. Well,what he could see of it anyway, considering how his vision was partially obscured by Rosa’s huge chest as she squeezed his face against them. Rosa dragged him past several booths, all of which seemed to be occupied. Or at least Russell though so, his vision was still filled with the buff cow girl’s tanned melons. When Rosa finally found an empty booth, he was pushed in rather forcefully.
‘Well, then. I believe this is your booth. What would you like to order?’ Rosa asked, pushing a laminated menu towards Russell.
‘I…I thought you were taking me to join Peter?’ Russell asked, confused, as he glanced at the menu.
‘I’m sure he will join you sooner or later,’ Rosa muttered off-handedly. ‘I personally recommend “The Melon Split With Extra Banana”.’ Rosa added, pressing her index finger down on the menu.
‘What is that, anyway? There are no pictures or descriptions.’ Russell muttered as he looked the menu over. ‘Also, shouldn’t that be a Banana split with…’
Russell was interrupted as Rosa forced herself into the booth, table groaning loudly as the buff cow girl pushed it aside with her broad, muscular hips. Russel was vaguely aware of the fact that said table was bolted into the floor, but held off on asking about that when she dropped to her knees in front of him, resting her huge breasts on his lap while she started to fiddle with his belt buckle.
‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ Russell squeaked in surprise, as he grabbed Rosa’s wrists.
‘Just what kind of place do you think this is?’ Rosa asked with a cocked eyebrow.
Now that Russell’s face wasn’t squished into Rosa’s bountiful bosom, he looked at his surroundings for the first time. Like Rosa, the waitresses around were cow girls. They were dressed in pink uniforms that matched the 1950’s diner aesthetic, the only difference being that the pink garments had trouble containing the huge “assets” of the cow girl wearing them. Instead of taking orders and serving meals, however, he saw many of them in positions similar to Rosa’s…
‘Ah, Pete…what kind of place did you take me to?’ Russell asked, though Peter was nowhere to be seen to answer his question…
Rosa took advantage of Russell's distraction by pulling her wrists free of his grip and continued fiddling with his trousers and quickly got them off. Obviously, Russell was still quite excited from his “free sample” because his erect dick slapped against Rosa’s chin as soon as she tugged his trousers down. The buff cow girl grinned in response to seeing it, clearly proud that she had been the cause of it. When Russell realized he was sitting in a diner with his cock sticking out, his attention finally snapped back to Rosa. But by then it was too late.
‘This is a Melon Split,’ Rosa groaned, hefting her huge, heavy tits upwards. ‘With extra banana!’ She added as she lowered her jugs over his shaft.
Russell couldn’t hold back a moan as his cock disappeared in the buff cow girl’s soft, warm cleavage. And disappear it did. Russell couldn’t even see the tip anymore as Rosa used her muscular arms to hug her chest tight around his throbbing shaft. That was all she did, at least until a spurt of clear precum jumped out of her cleavage and splattered against her chin. A smile spread across her face as the silvery strand dangled from her chin and she began to move her athletic body up and down.
As she moved her body up and down, and hugged her own chest a little tighter, milk started to dribble from Rosa’s erect nipples. Russell groaned as he watched droplets of the buff cowgirl’s milk slide down the huge, tanned globes of her tits and down towards his crotch. Soon, Rosa’s tits were lubricated by milk and Russell’s precum causing her white shirt to have grown completely see-through. Now that her cleavage was slick enough, Rosa started to slide her boobs up and down faster and faster. Russell’s cock had been erect since Rosa first forced her nipple in his mouth, so he knew he wouldn’t last very long between the the cow girl’s breasts.
And he wasn’t afraid to share this with the rest of The Milky Tit.
‘Fucking cumming!’ Russel growled.
Thick, white creamy cum spurted from both the top and bottom of Rosa’s cavernous cleavage. Fat, hot drops of spunk landed on the buff cow girl’s tanned tits. Satisfied smile on her full lips, Rosa scooped some of it up with her fingers and stuck it into her mouth before she sucked on them. Loudly.
‘That…was amazing…’ Russel groaned.
‘Who told you we were done?’ Rosa purred as she rose to her feet, somehow managing to scoot the, originally bolted down, table back even further. ‘Time for dessert!’ She added as she pulled her trousers down her powerful glutes and shapely legs.
* * * *
‘Oh, there you are!’ A familiar voice called out to Russell. ‘Come on, man. It’s almost closing time!’ Peter said as he found Russel in his booth.
Russell only managed to look weakly at his friend. He was leaning back in his booth, the table in front of him ruined and the front of his shirt was soaked with milk. His lap had turned pink as if they had been slapped repeatedly, clearly visible as his trousers were still piled up around his ankles.
‘I can’t...feel my legs…’ Russell groaned, struggling to pull his trousers back up.
‘Damn, man. Which one of the girls served you?’ Peter asked with a smile as he helped his friend up.
Russell didn’t answer as he and Peter passed a cow girl cleaning up puddles of milk and other white fluids. But he didn’t have to, as Rosa gave a none-too subtle wink at the short young man followed by blowing him a kiss. Peter merely smiled proudly at his friend as he dragged Russell back to his car…
THE END
‘What the hell, Peter? This is “the greatest bar of all time” you’ve been talking about for the past year? It looks like a fucking ice cream parlor!’ Russell swore as his friend stopped his car before a bright white building.
Its windows were one way and the one looking out over the street had the words The Milky Tit written on it in large white letters that were milked from pink udders hanging above the words.
‘I know it looks kinda childish,’ Peter began, and quickly continued before Russell had a change to comment on the colourful blue and white awnings hanging above the windows. ‘But just trust me, okay?’
With that, he stepped out of the car and Russell grumbled a little but followed after his friend. He wanted to continue chewing him out, but then he noticed that the brightly painted blue door wasn’t actually made of wood. It was made of steel, he had no idea how thick it was but he doubted anyone could get to it easily. Peter seemed unconcerned, though, as he pounded on the metal door.
‘Jesus, dude, what are you getting me into?’ Russel hissed, feeling nervous now.
‘You’ll see.’ Was the only response he got.
A moment later, a metal slat was pulled aside and Russell felt a pair of eyes staring down at him and Peter. Russell didn’t miss the flash of recognition in those eyes as they scanned over Peter. The metal slat was slammed shut and was followed by the sound of several locks being undone before, finally, the door creaked open. Both young men were then faced by a woman that was best described as Amazonian. Easily over six feet tall with thick, muscular limbs and broad shoulders. She was wearing a leather jacket, opened to reveal a white shirt underneath that read SECURITY in big, blocky black letters. Said letters were stretched over a pair of breasts that were easily the size of watermelons. Only when Russel managed to pull his eyes away from those did he noticed the horns and bovine ears.
‘Who’s this?’ She asked, and Russell realized he had been staring. A brown, bovine tail, the same colour as her hair and ears, now visible as it swayed back and forth in annoyance.
‘A friend of mine,’ Peter replied. ‘We’re celebrating his birthday. Figured this might be the best place to do it.’
‘He old enough?’ The cow girl asked as she stepped forward and looked down at him.
Russell wasn’t surprised by the question. To put it simply, he was short. Five foot nothing and rather scrawny at that. Combine that with a babyface and boyish freckles and, well, you often get mistaken for someone younger.
‘Rosa, Rosa, Rosa. How long have you known me?’ Peter said, shaking his head. ‘Where’s the trust?’
‘For about two years,’ Rosa replied, not breaking eye contact with Russell as she towered over the shorter man. ‘ID, please.’ She then asked Russell.
‘Here you go.’ Russell grumbled as he produced his ID and held it up for Rosa to scrutinize.
Her face came uncomfortably close to Russell as she bended down to read the information on the card, it also made Russel acutely aware of the way in which her huge jugs jiggled underneath her shirt. Making it painfully obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she stretched back up to her full height, Russel very quickly looked at the wall to his left as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
‘Looks real,’ Rosa said with a lazy shrug. ‘Congratulations on your 21st birthday, would you like a free sample?’ She added business like, though from the corner of his eyes Russel noticed how the cow girl’s nipples had started to stiffen.
‘Uh…what?’ Muttered Russel.
‘Just say yes, man.’ Was Peter’s response.
‘But…sample what?’ Russell said confused.
‘Trust me.’ Peter said for what felt for the hundredth time tonight, a knowing smile on his lips.
‘Fine.’ Russel grumbled. ‘Yeah, I’ll take a sample I guess.’ He shrugged, and was abruptly lifted off of his feet by Rosa, face squished against her huge, soft chest.
‘What-’ Was all that Russell managed to say as he was hugged against the Amazonian cow girl before she started to pull her shirt upwards.
First a set of abdominal muscles were revealed, obviously ruthlessly stripped of any excess fat. Although Russell’s attention was quickly pulled away from Rosa’s waist as her huge, tanned tits came into view capped by thick, hard nipples. Since his mouth was still hanging open, Rosa shoved his head down and stuck one of her nipples past his lips. Abruptly, a sweet taste hit his tongue. Rosa continued holding him up like that, sighing softly as Russell started to suck on her sensitive nipple but eventually, somewhat reluctantly, pulled him away.
‘I hope that was to your satisfaction?’ Rosa asked, cheeks slightly flushed as she lowered her shirt again.
‘Yeah…’ Russell replied, somewhat stunned. ‘Just what is this place, Pete?’ Russell hissed as he turned towards Peter, only to find that he had disappeared. ‘Pete?’
‘I believe he already went inside,’ Rosa replied. ‘Perhaps you would like to join him?’ She asked, wrapping one strong arm around Russell as she dragged him in with ease, closing the heavy steel door behind her with her free hand.
The inside of The Milky Tit looked like a 1950’s diner. Well,what he could see of it anyway, considering how his vision was partially obscured by Rosa’s huge chest as she squeezed his face against them. Rosa dragged him past several booths, all of which seemed to be occupied. Or at least Russell though so, his vision was still filled with the buff cow girl’s tanned melons. When Rosa finally found an empty booth, he was pushed in rather forcefully.
‘Well, then. I believe this is your booth. What would you like to order?’ Rosa asked, pushing a laminated menu towards Russell.
‘I…I thought you were taking me to join Peter?’ Russell asked, confused, as he glanced at the menu.
‘I’m sure he will join you sooner or later,’ Rosa muttered off-handedly. ‘I personally recommend “The Melon Split With Extra Banana”.’ Rosa added, pressing her index finger down on the menu.
‘What is that, anyway? There are no pictures or descriptions.’ Russell muttered as he looked the menu over. ‘Also, shouldn’t that be a Banana split with…’
Russell was interrupted as Rosa forced herself into the booth, table groaning loudly as the buff cow girl pushed it aside with her broad, muscular hips. Russel was vaguely aware of the fact that said table was bolted into the floor, but held off on asking about that when she dropped to her knees in front of him, resting her huge breasts on his lap while she started to fiddle with his belt buckle.
‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ Russell squeaked in surprise, as he grabbed Rosa’s wrists.
‘Just what kind of place do you think this is?’ Rosa asked with a cocked eyebrow.
Now that Russell’s face wasn’t squished into Rosa’s bountiful bosom, he looked at his surroundings for the first time. Like Rosa, the waitresses around were cow girls. They were dressed in pink uniforms that matched the 1950’s diner aesthetic, the only difference being that the pink garments had trouble containing the huge “assets” of the cow girl wearing them. Instead of taking orders and serving meals, however, he saw many of them in positions similar to Rosa’s…
‘Ah, Pete…what kind of place did you take me to?’ Russell asked, though Peter was nowhere to be seen to answer his question…
Rosa took advantage of Russell's distraction by pulling her wrists free of his grip and continued fiddling with his trousers and quickly got them off. Obviously, Russell was still quite excited from his “free sample” because his erect dick slapped against Rosa’s chin as soon as she tugged his trousers down. The buff cow girl grinned in response to seeing it, clearly proud that she had been the cause of it. When Russell realized he was sitting in a diner with his cock sticking out, his attention finally snapped back to Rosa. But by then it was too late.
‘This is a Melon Split,’ Rosa groaned, hefting her huge, heavy tits upwards. ‘With extra banana!’ She added as she lowered her jugs over his shaft.
Russell couldn’t hold back a moan as his cock disappeared in the buff cow girl’s soft, warm cleavage. And disappear it did. Russell couldn’t even see the tip anymore as Rosa used her muscular arms to hug her chest tight around his throbbing shaft. That was all she did, at least until a spurt of clear precum jumped out of her cleavage and splattered against her chin. A smile spread across her face as the silvery strand dangled from her chin and she began to move her athletic body up and down.
As she moved her body up and down, and hugged her own chest a little tighter, milk started to dribble from Rosa’s erect nipples. Russell groaned as he watched droplets of the buff cowgirl’s milk slide down the huge, tanned globes of her tits and down towards his crotch. Soon, Rosa’s tits were lubricated by milk and Russell’s precum causing her white shirt to have grown completely see-through. Now that her cleavage was slick enough, Rosa started to slide her boobs up and down faster and faster. Russell’s cock had been erect since Rosa first forced her nipple in his mouth, so he knew he wouldn’t last very long between the the cow girl’s breasts.
And he wasn’t afraid to share this with the rest of The Milky Tit.
‘Fucking cumming!’ Russel growled.
Thick, white creamy cum spurted from both the top and bottom of Rosa’s cavernous cleavage. Fat, hot drops of spunk landed on the buff cow girl’s tanned tits. Satisfied smile on her full lips, Rosa scooped some of it up with her fingers and stuck it into her mouth before she sucked on them. Loudly.
‘That…was amazing…’ Russel groaned.
‘Who told you we were done?’ Rosa purred as she rose to her feet, somehow managing to scoot the, originally bolted down, table back even further. ‘Time for dessert!’ She added as she pulled her trousers down her powerful glutes and shapely legs.
* * * *
‘Oh, there you are!’ A familiar voice called out to Russell. ‘Come on, man. It’s almost closing time!’ Peter said as he found Russel in his booth.
Russell only managed to look weakly at his friend. He was leaning back in his booth, the table in front of him ruined and the front of his shirt was soaked with milk. His lap had turned pink as if they had been slapped repeatedly, clearly visible as his trousers were still piled up around his ankles.
‘I can’t...feel my legs…’ Russell groaned, struggling to pull his trousers back up.
‘Damn, man. Which one of the girls served you?’ Peter asked with a smile as he helped his friend up.
Russell didn’t answer as he and Peter passed a cow girl cleaning up puddles of milk and other white fluids. But he didn’t have to, as Rosa gave a none-too subtle wink at the short young man followed by blowing him a kiss. Peter merely smiled proudly at his friend as he dragged Russell back to his car…
THE END
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