Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Their sex after her milking left them both a little unsatisfied. He'd gotten used to fucking her during her milkings and, to tell the truth, he wasn't really into her anymore. He kind of looked down on her now that she was just a milk producer. He felt a little guilty about that since he was the one that talked her into it. Besides, there was a girl at work that he was kind of into. They flirted all the time and he'd been thinking of asking her out.



She sensed his lack of enthusiasm during their love making session and didn't orgasm. Instead, she faked an orgasm just to end the session. She was very disappointed but hid it by faking lethargy, yawning and closing her eyes, before rolling over and pretending to fall asleep.

Neither of them wanted to discuss the session and it was not repeated. They fell back on their routine with her falling further into the role of being just a milk producer. She was growing increasingly comfortable with that role and it took a central focus in her life. She stopped doing chores around the apartment, leaving that all up to him. She watched mindless tv when she wasn't being milked. Her only real activity, other than serving as milk producer, was to put the full bottles in the refrigerator and sterilizing the pump. She didn't even do that when he was home.



He started going out in the evenings and she, at first, tried to go with him. But he'd put her off saying he was drinking with work buddies and she couldn't drink, besides, he wanted to stay out more than a couple of hours.

It's strange how people can get used to things that would normally be abhorrent. Having her life revolve around being milked would have horrified her a year ago, now it just seemed normal.

One event did arouse her from her stupor. She'd noticed him putting a booklet in some of the boxes of milk he was sending. He wasn't putting them in all the boxes, just a select few. She wondered about that and decided to snoop around when he was at work. She found a copy of the booklet and saw it was titled: Breastmilk Recipes. She opened the booklet, thinking the recipes must be ways to help babies move on to solid food. What she saw on the first page was much different. The recipes were definitely not for babies.



All this time she had justified her milk production with the thought she was helping feed babies. Here was proof that she was wrong, she was producing milk to feed someone's fetish. She stewed over this, refusing to milk herself until he got home so she could confront him.

He walked into the apartment that evening to find her angrily waving a copy of the booklet and saying "What is the meaning of this! I thought my milk was for babies. Instead, I find that you are selling it to adults who want to use it in cooking. I am not a cow! "

With that last statement, she broke down crying. He paused to think, then rushed over to her. "There, there. It's true, some of the people I ship the milk to are not babies. But they are just the minority. Most of your milk does go to babies. But these others pay top for your milk and help subsidize the lower price I charge those who need it for their babies."

Sniffling, she looked up at him through tear filled eyes and said "Is that true?"



"Of course, it is. I wouldn't lie to you." In truth, most of her production was now going to adults who wanted to use it in recipes. He'd managed to hook into a fetish community that prized breast milk. He hadn't sought them out, instead they'd found him and he'd been quite willing to sell to them. After all, they were paying 3 times an ounce for her milk, much more than parents could pay. It had bothered him at first, but as he increasingly viewed her as just a cow, his discomfort had eased. After all, it was just cow's milk, albeit human cow, but still cow's milk.

"Then I guess it's okay. My tits hurt. I need milking. I was so upset that I haven't been milked since lunch."

"Oh, you poor thing. No wonder your tits hurt. You shouldn't skip a milking. Let's get you hooked up right away."



With that, they settled once again into the new normal routine of her being milked every three hours during the day. One thing that did change was the institution of a night time milking. She'd found her self being awakened about 2 am each night by the pressure in her tits and the only way to relieve it was to be milked. The nightly milking caused her to doze a lot during the day between milking sessions.

One evening he awoke her from a nap and led her to the milking station. She was still sleepy and barely registered what was happening. But then she became aware that there was someone else in the room. It was a man and he began speaking softly "Man, this is so cool. I'm getting my milk fresh from the cow. I can't believe it."



She was embarrassed by his words and the situation. But she didn't know what to do. Here she was, hooked up to a milking machine and she needed to be milked. She remembered the last time she had skipped a milking, how her tits had hurt. So, she just closed her eyes and pretended he wasn't there.