Milking machine Stories

Another morning dawned bright and clear, dissipating the last wisps of fog lingering over the ground. All was silent except the crackle of the fire. Thinking it odd the fire hadn’t died down, Devin squinted open an eye. Reina sat serenely, her legs tucked under her nursing a steaming mug. He was about to wish her a good morning when he felt a familiar pair of arms and thighs. Lifting the blanket, he was not particularly s...

"This place is like Hooters!" a co-worker once remarked. The women at my job did pay very little to the dress code. Not quite at the bikini stage, but they came to the office in tops with plunging necklines and tight little leggings that left little to the imagination. Although sometimes the top parts of their outfits seemed somewhat...conservative, all party down below. Tights, tight jeans, capris, management was lucky t...