Alyssa flipped the pages of her baby book curiously, trying not to move too much as she reached for a marker, underlining a cute girl’s name.
Cassiopeia.
It was the name of a constellation!
“Harry, wouldn’t the name Cassiopeia be good for a girl?” she asked from across the room, seeing her husband in the kitchen.
“Cassucopia?” he asked out loud, moving the milk into more secure packaging.
Her milk. The one she he’d pumped from her tits.
“Cassiopeia,” she corrected him. “You know, like the star? And the constellation?”
And it was such a pretty song too!
But he didn’t move from his spot to go see what she was doing.
“Well, you know our deal, I name the boy and you name the girl,” he called out playfully. “Whatever you pick is alright for me.”
She huffed. Well goal was to pick a name they both liked!
But before she could say it, though, her pump was done.
Oh. That was quick.
“Harry, I’m finished,” she called out.
She always needed his help with this part. Her fingers were too soft and too bad with that.
Harry walked over to her and sat by her side, ready to remove the suction, but stopped himself. And she watched his eyebrows join in a frown.
“Huh, what’s up with this one?” he asked, squeezing her left breast a little. “Not much milk out of her?”
Alyssa squirmed, feeling her cunt warm and already waking up.
“Harry,” she whined.
He knew talking like that made her needy!
“It’s normal, isn’t it?” she pouted.
Flow was meant to be different in different breasts.
But he clicked his tongue.
“But I know my princess,” he cooed, massaging her tits with his big hands, and the suction got a little stronger.
Alyssa clenched her toes, trying not to moan as his grip became firmer.
It didn’t hurt. Actually, it was the exact opposite.
“Just a little more,” he hummed. “We don’t want to underfill, baby.”
It didn’t take long for her tit to start leaking again right away.
“There we go,” he praised, kissing her cheek, continuing to milk her, to keep the supply going.
He kept going until both containers were full and equal, and she panted as Harry unlatched the equipment, squirming.
“Harry,” she whimpered, horny now.
Harry looked at her face sweetly
“Yes, my princess?” he cooed.
Alyssa whined, embarrassed, and he booped the tip of her tall nose.
“I’ll go drop off our milk,” he told her. “Doctor Bellamy said it is one of the best milk s they had ever received in the hospital bank, you know?”
Her face flushed hot at the idea.
“Thank you, baby, but…”
“Don’t worry,” he kissed her forehead. “I’ll fuck you when I’m back.”
Alyssa didn’t have time to protest, watching leave, pouting as she tried her very best to calm down.
She could be fine on her own.
Her body was still very sensitive, and she didn’t want to walk all the way upstairs, so she laid back on the couch, and checked social media on her phone.
Just as she did, Alyssa couldn’t help but have her bright eyes drift to the logo on her pump machine.
Duvall Equipments.
They had to have social media, right?
She googled the name, and they were there!
It wasn’t much, just ads for their pumps and social work. They were involved with a lot of charities, for orphan babies and women.
Very nice.
Digging deeper, though, Alyssa found their career page, and a job listing for women in their company.
And that brought her to a rabbit hole.
The listing was very generous but vaguue, and she finally saw a video link explaining everything on their website.
tall man with dark hair and blue eyes was standing in front of the camera, looking all charming.
“The Duvall Family works hard to benefit families, be it the traditional ones and modern families, who need special care with the most important things in life: giving your children the best in the world.”
Alyssa tilted her head.
Well, that was nice.
“Breastmilk has been proven to be substantially beneficial to a child’s health and even more so after their weaning age, but it is hard for mothers to keep up with production, especially in the modern world, with things moving so fast,” gorukle escort he explained. “Families without mothers sometimes also struggle to feed their young, and don’t like the idea of giving their little ones something artificial as a store-bought formula.”
Alyssa gasped. Oh, never!
Babies deserved milk, good milk. Real milk.
“We provide real milk, working with charities to give women who donate their milk a safe space to be a part of it. Still, sometimes that is not enough to meet demand, which is why we’ve decided to use our resources to give them a better option.”
He gestured to someone to come over, and Alyssa’s eyes widened at the beautiful woman by his side and- oh, Lord, she thought her D-cups were big?
Her tits were enormous!
“Here at Duvall farm you can make a difference!” he smiled at the camera. “Milk is very important to us, and the women who provide them for us are our best-valued workers.”
Alyssa squeezed your legs around her couch pillow. She didn’t know they could do that.
“If you are over the age of 18 and would like to be a part of this, and want to see a demonstration of what your work life could be if you join our family, click on this link,” he pointed at the top of the screen.
She shouldn’t click on it, right?
She shouldn’t…
Before Alyssa knew it, her thumb pressed on the option and sh was taken to another video segment.
It began with a warning that there was nudity and should not be watched by those younger than 18, however this was for purely educational purposes, and her heart rushed a little bit in her chest.
The same man as before – Dorian, she could see the subtitle – was back with the woman from the video, her large breasts looking even larger and more tender.
They were full.
“Now, breast growth for lactation is common, but it is also a known fact that some women’s chests tend to grow more than average,” he explained. “And some women are even more special, because their breasts fill up with even more milk. So much, indeed, that normal pumps won’t work for them.”
Alyssa’s face burned. Well, that would explain what Doctor Bellamy said before.
“Now, we do not hire women who are pregnant or breastfeeding children under the age of five. They should be home, caring for their families and nursing them naturally. However, our female workers are treated with a hormonal drug to induce natural milk production. It’s exactly the same hormone women naturally produce when they are nursing.”
He pulled a pill bottle and the woman explained the contents, but Alyssa couldn’t focus on it, instead watching Dorian assembling the equipment. It was like the one she had at home, but bigger and maybe better.
Dorian smiled at the camera.
“We here at Duvall Equipments care for the safety and comfort of our workers. You can even call us a big family!” he chuckled. “It is very common for our women to feel aroused during the milking process, and we give them the privacy and meanings to make themselves as comfortable as possible.”
Alyssa humped her pillow a little bit, seeking comfort.
“This afternoon, our lovely worker here has allowed us to monitor and document her process.”
He moved the woman on her back and pulled a machine with a large toy, shiny with lube and temptation, and Alyssa gasped.
So she wasn’t the only one who felt like that?
“We give all our workers privacy during this very private moment. They have very comfortable offices with everything they might need,” he affirmed. “Of course, a few of them enjoy being in the company of their friends, because of their sense of community.”
The woman squirmed, and Alyssa watched as he positioned the toy near her very wet cunt.
“As a good company, we give them the freedom of choice every day,” he assured the camera, holding her hand, and she took it very quickly. “And compensate them appropriately, of course. But if you are watching this video, you’ve seen the details of our job offers already.”
The machine activated, ready to fuck her, and they suddenly cut to her breasts being milked.
In voice-over, Dorian’s voice continued.
“As you can see, our machines require very little intervention, and more bursa görükle escort experienced workers can handle them on their own,” he explained. “They are cleaned and disinfected after every use, to assure that the milk being collected isn’t contaminated with anything before it is taken to our pasteurisation centre.”
Alyssa could only hear Dorian’s voice but by the moving and panting of the woman’s chest, she could tell she was probably having a really good time.
“Pleasure is a good drive, especially for beginner workers. As you can see, the milk drips out faster and in large quantities for longer,” he explained. “70% of our daily production is donated to hospitals and families in need all over the country. As you can see, it’s a lot of milk, and we feed children from all across our beloved nation, so they will grow big and strong no matter their social-economic circumstance.”
Well, Alyssa so moved and maybe too horny to question what happened to the other 30%.
“As we work expanding our business, we plan to have at least three new farms on the East Coast before the end of 2025, so if you are not from our state, you can also look forward to being a part of our family.”
She couldn’t help thinking of it. Well, Alyssa didn’t need the money but the thought of being laid down and fucked as her tits gushed and gushed with healthy milk, filling tanks as she came over and over again on the best toys.
It was a surprise when she came on her pillow, not even realising she was about to do it before her body was shaking, and she was moaning wantonly.
Under her, the couch dripped with milk.
Alyssa was too dazed for a minute before realising the mess she was making.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, reaching for the pumps, but struggling.
Harry always did it so smoothly.
She yelped when it pinched her nipple wrong, her phone forgotten, and gasped when she heard Harry’s voice so close to her already.
“Hey, careful there, baby,” her husband rushed to her. “God, look at you. You made a mess!”
She squirmed, embarrassed.
“Were you so horny for my cock that you fucked the couch?” he spread her legs, reaching for her underwear. “Fuck, your panties are already damp, baby.”
Alyssa’s cheeks burned. Oh, she had to tell him. She couldn’t lie.
“I… I was watching something,” she confessed. “And I didn’t mean to get horny, Harry. I promise.”
He pulled her panties off, and spread her legs over his, pulling her dress up as the cool air brushed against her sensitive skin.
“Show me, baby,” he whispered.
Alyssa picked up her phone and showed it to him, and Harry laughed behind her.
“Well, look at that. We have a job for you if things go sour.”
“Harry!” she hit his arm, but he held her body close.
Her husband bit her neck.
“What, you don’t like being a little Cow for the family?”
She squirmed, whining.
“Harry!” she protested. “It’s not funny!”
“No,” he slapped her cunt. “It’s hot.”
Alyssa panted. God!
“And I know you like it too, baby,” he hummed. “Look at yourself.”
He pinched nipped her earlobe.
“And look at all that milk,” he pinched her clit teasingly. “You are a messy milk slut, aren’t you?”
She arched her hips, chasing his cruel hand.
“Please, Harry.”
He pulled her for a moment, adjusting his pants, and pressed his cock right into her cunt.
“Let me give you something to squirm on.”
Alyssa moaned loudly as Harry pushed his cock into her without a care, not even waiting for her to adjust to him.
Not that she needed to. He fit perfectly — he made sure he did, over time.
Her husband then typed something on her phone, holding her down in place and slapping her clit over and over again, making Alyssa moan at the sting as he did whatever he was doing on the phone.
“Gotta keep you on edge,” he breathed hard. “Gonna show you something you’ll really like, milk slut.”
She panted, but willed herself to relax. She couldn’t cum unless he told her she could.
Harry, then, showed her the phone again, playing a video with Dorian and a woman she couldn’t see.
She was being milked and fucked, with cameras on the two actions and a split screen.
“Some of their workers do a little side hustle,” he chuckled. “You gotta be in the business to find it.”
It wasn’t their website anymore, though, but more like an… illicit site. Like a porn site. But… with their name?
“There you go,” he hummed, putting it in her name. “I bought a few shares of their company just for you, milk slut. And apparently, this is a treat that comes with that.”
Alyssa was shocked, but her stunned nature was conflicted when Harry started to bounce her on his cock as the video started playing, and Dorian pulled the toy out of the woman.
“You want a real cock, don’t you?” he cooed. “My needy cow. Let me give it to you.”
The woman whined.
“Please,” she squirmed. “No condom. Please, I need it raw.”
Dorian slapped her pussy, just as mean as her Harry was to her.
“Can’t get you pregnant, little cow, remember? You’re too good for us to have you out of the line.”
She cried as Dorian pushed his cock inside, and her milk poured faster into the pumps.
“Oh, such a good cow, aren’t you? All horny for your bull… Can’t even think properly, no thoughts, just cock.”
Alyssa squirmed on Harry’s lap, and he pinched her clit, chuckling amusingly at her reaction.
“He sure knows how to make little cows all dazed and loopy,” he hummed. “Imagine Hayden seeing this? He would pop a blood vessel.”
Hayden, Harry’s very progressive brother.
He was a lawyer, too, very smart. Well, he was studying to be one. But Alyssa didn’t understand half of what he said.
He was always very concerned about her before going to college. Stuff about Harry not treating her right, whatever it meant. He was the one who got her in contact with her lawyer for the pre-nup, actually, so that was nice.
“Should I send you to him?” Harry bit her earlobe. “Get him to fuck you, maybe he will make you into their best producer over there.”
Alyssa moaned, already way gone into pleasure.
“I’ll sure keep your milky when our baby is here,” he promised, cock merciless as he fucked into her. “Got all that milk… Can’t waste it.”
She moaned, closing her eyes. Fuck, she was going to cum.
“You are a special girl, I knew it since the day I laid eyes on you,” he thrust into her faster. “If I only knew… would have married and bred you earlier.”
“Harry,” she cried. “Please. Wanna cum, please.”
“You do, uh?” he cooed.
Alyssa nodded, shaking on his lap.
“Cum around my cock,” Dorian commanded the woman in the video. “Squeeze me in that stupid cunt. Overflow with milk for your bull.”
She tried hard not to obey the command of the man on her screen.
“Well,” Harry whispered into her ear. “You heard the man, sweetie.”
“There you go,” Dorian growled. “Cum around my cock-“
Alyssa finally let herself fall over the edge, moaning and crying, and the farm man moaned with her.
“Good girl, good cow, that’s it.”
Harry held his arm around her waist, pinning her against his chest, and fucked Alyssa faster.
“Good girl,” he huffed. “Such a fucking good girl.”
She cried when his cum filled her up, driven into a second orgasm before the first was even fully done.
He kissed her face softly as she came down, holding her body gently and cooing at her sweetly.
“So good, my wife,” he brushed her hair back. “So good for your husband.”
Alyssa rode her high and suddenly felt the suction pop off.
Her milk was finished already?
“Wow, almost halfway,” Harry pulled it.
He worked on it with her still on his cock, just grabbing her hips to lift up and walk to the counter, laying her with her chest first on it.
“Oh,” Alyssa gasped. “Cold!”
At last, he pulled himself out of her.
“Well, you are burning up, baby,” he chuckled, moving to place the milk into the fridge. “Do you want ice cream now?
Alyssa rested her cheek on the cool counter. Nice, nice.
“Well… it would be nice,” she hummed.
“Alright,” he petted her sandy hair. “We got chocolate fudge, salted caramel drizzle and-“
“Salted Caramel!” she answered quickly.
Alyssa loved salted caramel, it was her favourite.
Her husband chuckled.
“Your wish is my command.”
He put some into bowls and picked her up again, chuckling at her surprise, and Alyssa let him carry her to the couch again, cuddling her close as he turned the TV on.
“There we go,” he kissed her cheek. “What do you want to watch?”