Farm to Stable Pt. 03 - Promises Kept

She looked up after a few seconds.

"I want to say, I really appreciate the opportunity. I'm sure we have to talk about other things and stuff, but I was feeling so uncomfortable in my body lately and today has helped me a lot."

Michael nodded, his grip on the steering wheel a welcome reminder of the control he had.

"I'm glad this has helped you," he replied as his eyes followed the creamy breast milk beginning to flow down the tubes and into the container between her legs.

Audrey moaned as the strong suction pulled her nipples in and out of the translucent flanges, sending shivers of pleasure through her body with each movement. She could feel her breasts swelling, changing shape to fit the milker as the hum of the machine became a deep thumping in her ears, hinting at the pleasure to come. She could feel her milk begin to flow and her nipples responded to the constant pull of the machine, sending her senses soaring and her arousal to new heights.

Michael watched her with satisfaction, satisfied at how well the machine was working.

"It took us a while to get the equipment to work with the first milk girls," he explained regretfully.

"We started with standard cow and goat milkers - very expensive equipment - but soon realized that we had to make it adaptable to each woman's unique breasts. That's why you find it works so well now - this is specially designed for you. The other exciting moment for us was realizing that keeping a woman edging on the brink of a climax made her breasts produce milk continuously. That's why the table vibrator made such a difference back at the farm."

Audrey's cheeks grew hot as she listened to the intricate details of his design process. Michael had obviously put countless hours into perfecting the machine and she was exhilarated to be benefiting from it. The quiet whirring of the pumping motor echoed through the car as the bottle filled quickly with creamy white liquid.

He pointed to the glove box.

"If you need a vibrator, there's a brand new one there you can use in the car. It's already set up to work together with the pump you're wearing. It's synchronized with my phone as well, so if I need to adjust it I will."

As he watched her relax, enjoying the relief of the milking, he realized he was still curious about her. He'd hired her after a brief interview when they had been desperate for more waitresses at the restaurant. But he also wanted to be sure that she was right to become a full-time breeding girl. Not just for the couple that was interested in her now, but making it a regular part of her job on the farm. Milking regularly and being bred when needed.

Twice the income for her, and for his farm.

The traffic slowed again as they watched a police cruiser pass us by, sirens blaring. Must be for the accident up ahead, Michael thought, no longer annoyed by the delay. He was enjoying his time riding with his new milk girl.

"Audrey, so tell me a bit about what it was like being a surrogate. It was a few years ago?"

The conversation from lactation and orgasm to surrogacy, and Audrey's skin began to flush with anticipation. She had never heard such topics spoken of openly before, and the thought of it both thrilled and frightened her. She had spent months trying to hide her heavy breasts, but now here they were, out in the open and ripe for exploration. A wave of arousal washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine and making her heart race.

She had been tempted by his offer of the vibrator, but hesitated, not wanting to miss a moment of the conversation. Her fingers unsteadily grasped the latch of the glove compartment but decided to answer Michael's question first.

"It was really an... interesting experience." she began, haltingly. "Not what I was expecting when I went into it exactly. I was pretty financially motivated at the beginning."

"But as I got to know the couple better. It's hard to describe, ya know. Sometimes couples like that have been trying for years, it takes a toll on them."

She glanced down as the milk dripped into the bottle, her nipples lengthening as they stretched on each stroke. Lost in memories about the surrogacy process, the emotions still replaying as she watched the drops leaving her body.

"And they send me a picture, once a month. I'm sure they will stop after a while. "

Michael waited, letting her process her emotions. His voice was gentle. "It sounds like you did something amazing for that couple, and you learned something about yourself too."

"I didn't exactly realize the whole picture, going in. But I get it now. It's really - a gift. When it works."

She stopped talking and opened the glove compartment, relieved to have something to do with her hands. Audrey's fingers trembled as she took the vibrator out of the velvet black bag, a shiver of excitement running down her chest as she felt the gentle curves of the plastic. Pink and silver, with a gentle curve on one side, and a slight bulge on one end. The metal button at the base glowed a soft green, fully charged.

She felt the weight of the pleasure device in her lap and a thrill of anticipation ran through her body. She looked up at Michael with anticipation, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. He seemed to sense her eagerness and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"It feels heavy," she said, her voice hesitant with awe. "But well made."

Michael's eyes trailed up and down Audrey's curvy body as she told her tale of past surrogacy. His mind couldn't help but wonder what she must have looked like pregnant - her beautiful curves swollen with life, her breasts heavy and full of milk. The thought of it filled him with a primal desire and he imagined himself entering her from behind as she knelt on all fours, her body being milked by a machine. He shivered with anticipation.

His eyes were transfixed as he watched her turn the pink and silver vibrator over in her hands. His heart raced as she examined it, the newest model, deceptively small but equipped with enough power to reach her g-spot easily. He couldn't help but imagine the sensations she would feel when he turned it on. He momentarily forgot his plan for when they returned to the restaurant, his entire focus contained to the moment with her.

"So they're friends of mine. Emily and Jeremy. Wonderful friends really, I've known them for many years. Jeremy and I were partners in another restaurant almost a decade ago in the city until he got married. Since then they've been traveling the world, and now they're ready to settle down. Put down roots, start a family, and that sort of thing."

Michael paused as he glanced over at Audrey. She was gripping the side of the seat as the vibrations against her breasts continued to pump milk out, but she managed to give him a slight nod for him to continue.

"Well, so apparently Emily had a hormone imbalance that interfered with her ability to have kids. They considered adoption, and the standard surrogacy process was too lengthy for them. It would have been years before they found someone. So I suggested that we have a chat with them about you carrying a baby for them. You'll love them. Jeremy is a former rugby player, a bit of an ass at times, but underneath that bravado is a heart of gold - he'll be a great dad one day. And Emily is just a sweetheart."

The pump moved rhythmically as he spoke. Each gentle tug of Audrey's nipples, each little suck, and release in time to her breath. He watched, mesmerized, as her eyes fluttered shut and her head tipped back in pure bliss. Michael loved the way Audrey surrendered to the pleasure it was giving her and it only further deepened the connection between them.

"Ah - Well, I look forward to meeting them. I didn't think I would get back to surrogacy quite so soon but I was sure it was something I would do again. I'm glad your friends have a place to turn."

She smiled, her hand reaching out to touch his, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt the letdown continue. She knew the pumping wasn't necessarily meant to turn her on. But the weight of the vibrator in her hands was reminding her of just how aroused she was.

She fidgeted in the seat a bit, trying not to disturb the pump.

"Do you mind if I just slip it in? I'll be discreet - I wouldn't want anyone to see us in the car, or have you get pulled over by the cops."

She saw Michael's nod and didn't waste a moment.

She unzipped their jeans and reached down to fit the vibrator between her wet lips. It was an intuitive fit and comfortable even while sitting. Even just having it slide in caused her to sigh in relief. She brought the vibrator to her lips and let out a long sigh as she felt it slide into her wetness. The sensation was both exquisite and comforting, and she moaned as it filled her. Her hips began to grind back and forth until it was as deep as she could manage.

Audrey gasped and her eyes widened as the vibration began, low and steady at first. She had no idea what caused it or how it even worked, but she didn't need to know because it felt amazing. The vibrator quickly increased in intensity and with every pulse, Audrey felt the pressure on her nipples ever so slightly growing along with it. Her milk began to flow out faster and her panties felt damp, soaked by her wet arousal.

"I'm glad to hear that you want to meet them," Michael replied, relieved. "Emily was insistent that they do this in the most natural way possible and Jeremy was completely in agreement. They have such an enormous amount of love to give to the world and really would be perfect parents. If only they could have a child."

His gaze roamed hungrily over Audrey's curves, taking in the lushness of her body. Her wide hips seemed particularly inviting, with their gentle curve that he couldn't help but trace with his fingertips. He felt his desire rising as he moved up to her shapely breasts, ripe as a fallen peach and begging for his touch. He released a shuddering breath, marveling at how her body had changed with just a day's milking.

"You'll be perfect for them." He nodded at her question, watching as she pulled her panties down.

The milkers synchronized with the vibrator as the silver head disappeared between her thighs. Each time the suction increased on her breasts, the vibrator hummed against her g-spot, rising and falling to the precise rhythm of her pumping. Audrey squirmed as the spikes of pleasure coursed up through her body.

The slow and steady pulses of the machine were just barely audible, but Michael could see her smooth inner thighs rippling as the pulsations started deep inside and traveled up her body. The milk continued to flow down through the tube, as the pump moved more quickly, drawing her precious liquid out of her breasts, inducing more supply.

"Would you like me to turn it up a bit?" Michael asked with a smile, reaching for his phone mounted on the dashboard. With one hand on the steering wheel, he tapped the app that controlled it, and turned up the intensity, pushing it higher as the sound grew louder.

"Uh-huh, yes."

Audrey's eyes closed as she reveled in the stronger sensations of the vibrator. It didn't look like much, but it was hitting all the right spots.

She reached down with her hands to grip the leather of the car seat, and then changed her mind to rest on the slight paunch of her stomach. She could barely feel the vibration in her hand through her stomach. But she loved how it felt, snug in her pussy, the movement throbbing against her clit.

"Michael, l need to..."

Her voice quivered, the hushed whisper of desperation as she said his name, hoping he could hear it over the machines working on her. She had to tell him, to explain how excruciatingly pleasurable it was - to ask him for more. She wasn't even sure why, but she needed him to know that she wanted it.

"I want to cum, please. Here in the car. Please."

She opened her eyes for a second, just to focus on the creamy white liquid flowing down the tubes. Her nipples. Pulled, then released. Pulled, then released.

The pressure of the vibration ticked up.

"Michael".

Her voice caught in her throat as her hips began to shift, in desperation.

"Please. Please!"

Michael glanced over as she pleaded, nodding in satisfaction at how the vibrator was working so well, in synchrony with the milker. His fingers flicked the app twice, pushing the vibrator to its maximum setting. Immediately the tone of the vibrations changed, more intense as waves of pleasure shot up through her body. Crashing against her as she pushed back against the seat, her hips bucking against the seat belt.

"You want to cum now?" he said, teasing as he knew just how much it was driving her to the edge of despair.

A truck pulled up next to them, the brakes on the eighteen-wheeler squealing as it inched forward in the traffic. The driver, a large man, looked over at them and his gaze lingered on Audrey as her hips thrust forward in a seductive motion, her t-shirt riding up to reveal her taut stomach. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, admiring her curves as she writhed in the seat in desperation.

"This doesn't seem very discreet," Michael said with a smile. "You know they can see you right?" He moved Audrey's shirt up, to get a better view of her large breasts, wanting to check how well the milk is flowing.

It was going very well.

Audrey felt a rush of pleasure as the milkers attached to her nipples, her body responding instinctively to their insistent suction. She could feel her nipples elongating, stretching almost an inch with each tug of the milkers. Her areola was puckered, desperate to avoid the suction, but they were no match for the power of the milkers. Her breasts were changing shape, becoming more conical, like the curves of a classic pinup in a bullet bra. The pleasure of the sensation seemed to flow through her, intensifying with every draw of the milkers. She could feel the pleasure radiating from her nipples, cascading down her body and pooling between her legs.

"I want you to cum," Michael said, reaching between her legs, and grazing her inner thighs with the back of his hand. "Because you're my milk girl now, and good milk girls cum for their master." He moved his hand into position, his hand feeling the wetness from her pussy, dripping down onto his fingers. He pushed the vibrator firmly as the power increased to a maximum, vibrating hard enough that the seat was shaking, his finger grazing her taint. The tan leather seats glistened with her juices, filling the car with the unmistakable scent of sex.

"Audrey, you can cum now" Michael commanded, his voice firm but tender.

Audrey gasped as the vibrator hummed against her body, sending shivers of pleasure through her veins. At the same time, the car began to move faster, rapidly accelerating as the traffic jam cleared, pushing her and the vibrator further into the plush seats. The sensation was overwhelming and as the car's speed increased, the vibrator hummed even more intensely.

The heat rising in her cheeks, her breath coming quick and shallow, Audrey moaned. Her eyes closed of their own volition and a wave of pleasure washed over her, her body trembling in anticipation of the pleasure to come. The buzzing of the vibrator and the vibrations of the car melded together, creating a thrilling sensation that had her toes curling in pleasure. She felt as though she was about to lose control and she longed to give in.

Even though the haze of the climax approached, Audrey's ears perked up to wait for Michael's permission, but no other sound registered.

The hum of the milkers faded to background noise.

Just Michael's voice and the sensations that overwhelmed her remained. For a brief moment, she felt intense shame, her arousal open and visible to all, partially naked to the drivers in the cars passing by, and to Michael. But then, it was gone - before it had ever become a fully formed thought. Replaced with a deep consciousness of her own dignity in her worth.

His milk girl - his word washed over her like his touch, smooth and soft. This is what she wanted, she realized as her hips shook. What she needed. The pull of the milkers, deeper each time she connected, caused her to moan as her nipples stretched more with each pull. As if strong fingers were pinching and releasing with each pull of the suction.

Her pussy clenched with the toy, but somehow her climax hung just out of reach. She whimpered, thrusting her hips towards an invisible release.

The vibrations grew stronger as she waited for the magical words. And even before Michael finished his sentence, like an explosion, her entire body convulsed powerfully. The milk and pussy juices flowed as she ground down hard into the seat. Her vision went black for a moment as stars exploded, a primal cry leaving her parched lips as she grabbed his arm hard enough to leave a mark.

The vibrations and milkers slowed down, as her climax began to ebb, each spasm sending fresh waves of pleasure through her body until even her fingertips felt like electricity was coursing through them. A flush spread across her entire body, pinkened from the intensity of the orgasm.

Michael glances over at her with a smile, she fumbled a reply, her lips struggling to form words.

"That toy is really something. I'm...I'm not always so...obsessed with. Ya know. Sex stuff. Maybe it's the milking. I'm sorry. I want to make a good impression on your friends and now I'm a bit of a mess."

The muffled scream from Audrey had Michael's smile spread wide across his face, his eyes sparkling in satisfaction. The connected vibrator was a new experiment for him, and seeing it work with the milkers made the months-long effort worth the work. The seat was soaked now from her grinding against the vibrator, and he took a deep breath - filled with the lightly musky, sensual smell of sex.

He glanced at the milk bottle, impressed to see that it was almost full. The last climax must have done it. An intense one, he guessed from the nail marks in the leather seat covers and the bruises forming on his arm where she had gripped it.

"I'm glad you liked it," he replied, handing her a bottle of supplement water. "You're already finding your sex drive increasing from the milking, I bet. But this drink will help you recover better too - the formulation increases the blood flow to your breasts, g-spot, and clit, and it'll give you even more intense orgasms over time."

A few minutes later, they finally pulled up to the restaurant, a low-slung building on a leafy historic street in the old part of the city. Looking for parking, Michael found a spot a few cars down, on a quiet side street. No one was around yet, but it was still very early, the neighborhood only tended to get busy later in the evening.

Michael handed Audrey a box of wipes to clean herself off. As she started to remove the milkers, he saw her huge breasts exposed in their unbridled glory. They were incredible, creamy soft and full, with shapely nipples that glistened from the milking earlier. Michael was rock hard in an instant, and his voice was throaty as he turned towards her.

"Now, my new milk goddess, let's have a quick taste. I'd like to see how it is - right from the source"

Michael's cock throbbed as he ran his fingers along the sides of her body, enjoying her soft curves from her hips up to her breasts. He ached to touch her breasts, to squeeze the nipples until the milk sprayed onto his lips.

"I am more thirsty from all the milking, I guess" Audrey replied as she took a long swig from the water bottle, her tongue tingling slightly from the flavoring of the special formulation. But she trusted him, and if it was for her own body to feel good - why shouldn't she enjoy it? She swallowed quickly, her throat clenching as it relaxed, finishing the bottle quickly before licking her lips dry.