THE MILKED MAN…MY JERK OFF INSTRUCTIONS!

In my hometown of Bourguignon France, we grew up with the little cart man yelling at dawn, “Lait, fromage, des figues, du beurre et les baies!” Quick translation, The Milk Man was yelling about his Milk, Cheese, Figs, Butter and berries…My mother always got excited for the jerk off instructions. I got excited when the milk man’s handsome young son took over his Dad’s route. He was FINE!

Cock always sitting front and center, sweat glistening on his bare chest, perfect nipples, perfect tan. I wanted to grind on him. He made my pussy cream…and NOT the kind he had on the cart…Something about just the way he stood at the cart made me want him to walk right up to him and say, “Hey Milked Man…Let me suck you dry!” I just didn’t get up the nerve…yet. LOLI made my way down to him and told him Mom needed the delivery in the back near the barn. He turned and led the way down the path. Once we got to the barn, he turned and looked over his shoulder and a bit sheepishly at me. I nodded with a slight grin, barely noticeable, I’m sure. He proceeded and I followed, turning only to lock and bolt the large barn doors behind me…Wouldn’t want to interrupt anything, would we?

He turned again.

Only this time, his face was a divine mix of amusement and fear. Damn it! He’d seen it too quickly! The Milking Table…And he seemed to have some idea as to what its purpose was. Giggle

“Is that…” He murmured.

“A Milking Tab? Yes. It is.” I replied.

“But, how do you…” Again, he stuttered.

“A cow up there? We don’t. It’s not for cows, silly! It’s for MEN!”

He was clearly confused by that revelation. Haha

I tried to help…”As of today, you will be known to me and my family, as ‘The Milked Man…'” And everyone in my family will use you…and your “cream” as we see fit. Do you understand?”

He nodded his head slowly and again…that sly grin.

“I’ve been hearing about your family since I was a child. I always thought it was an urban myth!”

Now, it was my turn at the sly, knowing grin. I hadn’t really expected a fight. But, a willing victim? Yeah…maybe a tiny bit surprised.

I told him to lie atop the slick, cold, steel of the milking table as I stripped out of my jeans shorts and tee.

Using the step stool to climb over him on the table so I could reach for the latex spreader overhead. I lowered the sheet until I needed to kneel to do so, then got back onto the step stool and lowered it further over him.

I fastened the latex sheet at the four corners, then at the intervals along the sides. After that, I walked the short distance to the control panel and pressed the “suction” button and watched as the latex, spread over the milkman, began to adhere to the steel table on which he was spread.

It formed a vacuum seal around him and pinned him to the metal slab. The only opening in the sheet was for the mouth and nostrils…and one for the cock. To the opening for the cock,  attached the “milking pump” to the shaft of his cock and returned to the control panel and pushed the green button.

Green, means “go”!

So, he let out a small yelp as the force of the milker hit him, but the yelp quickly turned to intense, mind-altering pleasure.

The even, steady rhythm of the suction and slow, wet, swirling of the headpiece was nearly more than he could stand. To help him along, I climbed around him from the top of the slabbed where I had been standing. Up, over and down him. Dragging my wet pussy along the smooth latex…He didn’t get wet, but he sure wanted to!

I ended with my mouth wrapping around the cock-device and began lapping uncontrollably at his balls and the skin beyond it. I slid off the table top and down between his legs to continue my assault on his manhood.

Apparently, I was overtaken with desire as I ripped and pulled at the latex sheeting to expose his delicate asshole and began biting it with enough force to feel the spongy texture; but not to draw blood…yet.

The machine, still working and eliciting screams of both pleasure and pain from the man…I looked up to see what was making the dripping noises and saw that the man had cum so much he’d overflowed the milking bottle!

“Well! What a good Boy! You have more than surprised me. I am sure everyone in my family will develop a new-found love of milk…from you.”

Then, the man nodded his head quickly and with a broad smile…

“I will do ANYTHING, Mistress”, he said and I knew he meant it.

So, our milking man has becum a valued member of the family…AND, we never run out of fresh dairy from him. Yum! Want to take a guess at who his secret, favorite milkmaid is? Call me…Giggle

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