Daddy and His Girl Cows

Daddy and His Girl Cows

Chapter 1

For weeks, the cow sluts in the barn have been excited. Daddy has been working on a new pump to use with our milkers, and it seems like it has taken forever! But finally, Daddy says he's ready to show us what he's made, and that he's going to demonstrate it to some of the other daddies who have, or want to own, milk sluts. Daddy says if we do really well, and are extra-good bitches, he might even pick one of us to do a milking demonstration at the State Exhibition!

I'm not really one of the herd of cows Daddy owns, though I am his slutty cow. I'm his number 1 babyslut, I just like hanging out in the barn sometimes with the younger ones. For one thing, I intimidate them, and I like how they are a little afraid of me, since I'm closest to Daddy. They know that Daddy will often have me dole out punishments to them, so they are always careful to treat me almost as humbly as they treat Daddy. They don't want me tattling on them if they're misbehaving, and they each also hope that if they're good to me, I'll bring them to Daddy's attention for special treatment when he feels like visiting the barn. Dumb cow sluts!

There's 5 cow sluts in the barn. Each girl has her "name" over the door of her stall, but their names are just "Slut 1" "Slut 2" etc. I don't know if they even care about their real names anymore. They totally live to please and feed Daddy. We could have a lot more, because girls are ALWAYS trying to get Daddy to own them, but Daddy says 5 is more than enough for him for now. All of them live in the barn, in stalls with hay on the floor and bars on the doors. There's a milking room Daddy uses every morning and evening to keep the cows producing. Sometimes of course, Daddy just breastfeeds, or brings one or two of the sluts to the house to feed both of us for the day or evening. It's always a lot of fun to play with the cow sluts, I've never seen sluts love to be suckled so much, whether it's Daddy or the milking machine!

I get to the barn a little before the demonstration is supposed to start, so I can get everything ready the way Daddy wants it. Usually Daddy milks all the sluts in 2 rows facing each other, and they are fixed in their stanchions on all fours on narrow platforms raised about two feet off the floor. Daddy attaches the milkers to their nipples this way, and sometimes he has a vibrator on a short rod positioned between a cow slut's legs.

Today, however, Daddy wanted out his new pump and milker setup, so he didn't want all the cows in rows like usual. Today Daddy had me set up a table with a high stool beside it, near the machine he'll use for suction. I will watch along with the rest of the slut herd, and helping Daddy if he needs anything. The other sluts will have to service the visiting daddies if Daddy says they should, so I have to make sure they're ready to be inspected.

The sluts all rushed to their stall doors when they heard me come in, then looked down, disappointed when they saw it wasn't Daddy. I laughed and ordered them all out of their stalls anyway, and they stood naked beside their stall doors. Sluts 1, 3 & 4 are all blonde, although #1 is taller than the other two. All of Daddy's sluts have long hair. I looked down the line and saw Slut 3 and Slut 5, two of Daddy's hugely pregnant sluts, and I grinned. Daddy loves when he gets a slut knocked up. I walked down the line to Slut 3 and slid my hand over a very very full, large tit. She closed her eyes and moaned a little even though it wasn't Daddy touching her. The cow sluts just live to be touched and used. I flicked the end of one of her long, dark nipples, watching the milk drops form on the end, and smiled. She pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her tits for more, but her big firm belly got in the way a bit.

I turned from the blonde cow to the other pregnant slut, this one a tan girl with long, straight, dark hair. Her nipples are nearly dark brown against her dusky skin. I made a gesture to her and she turned around, bending over as well as she could with her big belly in the way. I looked carefully at her bare pussy, very swollen from the hormones of pregnancy, and rubbed my hand over it. She purred and got a little unsteady for a moment, then I let her up.

"All right, you dumb sluts!" I yelled, laughing. "Daddy wants you cleaned and scrubbed so you're halfway presentable when he gives the demo. Everyone outside!" I took a flexible crop from a peg on the wall and slashed it at the bouncing asses of the two sluts in front of me as they all hurried to turn and file out the door. I caught one of those round asses and heard a delighted squeal as a pink stripe rose up on her skin. It was the big blonde, Slut 1. She loved it, though she likes it even more when Daddy does it.

Out around the side of the barn, Daddy was relaxing in a lawn chair with a cup of coffee. "Daddy!" I said, "I didn't expect you yet, I was just getting around to hosing off your stupid cows!" I smiled and ran over to give Daddy a kiss, kneeling next to him and putting my cheek on his thigh. He looked down at me grinning, and smoothed my hair back.

"Are you kidding?" he said, "I don't want to miss the pre-show!" he chuckled as he sipped his coffee.

There were two buckets on the ground filled with cold, soapy water and stiff scrubbing brushes. I gpt the hose out and started with Slut #1, who stood with her hands behind her head and her feet apart. Her massive lactating tits swayed and bounced, nipples on high alert in the cool air. I aimed the hose at her and pressed the nozzle, the cold water set on a needle-like spray, turning her skin pink all over, nipples standing up hard as rocks and bumpy. She looked at Daddy who nodded at her to turn around, and she immediately bent over to hold her ankles and make a clear target of her pink, puffy pussy. I sprayed it directly with the cold water, the powerful stream beating against her labia and clit, then Daddy nodded to her again to lay back on the table. She did so, spreading her legs the way Daddy had taught all the cows to do, with her knees bent and open, her hands underneath her, thrusting up her tits. I went to the side with the bucket and took the wet, soapy brush, sliding it over her pussy up and down over and over, hard, watching as she flinched at first, then warmed up like the slut she is, craving the rough feel of the bristles on her clit.

Daddy looked on, smiling approvingly, then got up to stand across from me over Slut 1. Daddy rinsed the soapy water off her pussy and tits, revealing that they were now bright pink from the scrubbing and cold water, her pussy swollen and puffy. Daddy took a dry brush with far stiffer bristles and brought it down to the tip of the slut's freezing, erect nipple. He held it there a moment then moved it slowly back and forth, the stiff bristles scraping and poking her already sore nipples.

I gazed over at Daddy and there is almost nothing I love more than seeing him like that: his face, happy and lit up with pure enjoyment as he uses a slut expertly. I could see the bulge in his jeans but I knew Daddy was way too disciplined to just fuck the slut right now; he will want her to suffer until his desire is at its sharpest. He glanced up at me and smiled. I know he loves me as well, loves me for enjoying how he plays as well as just for loving him.

Chapter 2:

Daddy polished the slut's nipples with the stiff brush until they looked raw and red; he then moved the brush down to her exposed pussy. I looked down at her, to take in her heavy breathing, the cooing and moaning she was doing, but she only had eyes for Daddy. Struggling to arch her back even more, she pouted when Daddy took the brush off her nipples. She forced her knees down to the sides as far as she could, lifting up her hips and tilting so Daddy would have a full view of her bare bald pussy and clit. She humped the air in little tiny motions, looking up at Daddy with half-lidded eyes and making urgent little grunts under her breath, trying to get him to use her clit and pussy with the brush in his hand. A little silver ring glinted in the sunlight from her clit hood, the force of her swollen clit beneath it pushing on it until the ring is sticking straight up.

While real bulls may have gotten rings through their noses for control, Daddy's cow sluts have rings where it counts: the hoods of their clitorises. Daddy does the piercings himself, when he takes on a new cow slut, using a medium-gauge silver hoop that has a sliding ball bearing on it. He places it so the hoop is vertically aligned, and the smooth bearing is always in contact with the sensitive clit under it, keeping the slut in a constant state of low-level arousal. Daddy gave me a ring too, and I can't remember not feeling that delightful, squirmy stimulation. It's also very handy for when Daddy wants an exposed clit on a slut; he will clip the ring to either a belly-button piercing or to a chain or cords he has used on a slut's nipples, drawing the hood up and back out of the way and exposing the tiny, smooth, pearly-pink and highly sensitive clit for his enjoyment. The ring is also a very convenient point to attach a leash, and there isn't a single slut (including me!) who doesn't wiggle and flush with excitement when she sees a leash come out. There's no feeling in the world quite like being led by the clit by Daddy with a leash in his hand, gently tugging a slut along to show everyone how her own slutty, horny nature has been used against her to control her. The mixture of shame and intense pride is its own aphrodisiac, and the sound of a leash snapping onto a clit-ring is guaranteed to make any of us salivate and slip almost instantly into sub-space.

Daddy looked down at slut 1 and smiled as she pushed her pierced clit up mewling for attention, then he laughed and slapped her pussy open-handed, hard enough to make her knees bounce and to force a gasping moan from the writhing little bitch. “Does my dumb little cow want Daddy to scrub her hot little clit?” he asked, grinning and teasing, tugging on the silver clit ring.

She gazed at Daddy with half-focused eyes and moaned “Yessssssss, oh please” as Daddy twisted the ring between his fingers. She arched and Daddy said, “Who's a stupid little slut cow?”

“OH, MEEE!! I'm a stupid slut cow!” she replied enthusiastically. Daddy laughed again and gave her full pussy another ringing slap.

“I'm too busy today to waste time on a dumb little cunt like you”, he said, bending down to bite one of her rigid, deep red nipples. “We have a lot to get done.” He pulled her nipple up biting on it, and I could see the impressions his teeth made in her tender sensitive nipple, stretching it long and then letting it snap back, her big fat tit jiggling.

Daddy turned to me, “Babyslut, get the rest of these slut bitches cleaned up, I'm going to get the demo table ready. I have a few modifications I still need, to try out this new system.” Daddy walked into the barn and all of our eyes followed him until he was out of sight, and you could hear an audible sigh rise up from all of us when he left.

“You all heard Daddy,” I said, “although you are probably too stupid to understand. Line up for your baths!” The sluts perked up a little, knowing at least they'd get hosed off and scrubbed by me – it wasn't much, wasn't the pleasure/pain they craved from Daddy, but it was better than nothing. Each slut obediently stood then bent over for the spray, then got up on the table for her scrubbing when it was her turn, and within 45 minutes all five cows were washed and ready. I looked over the herd and saw fresh-scrubbed pink tits and pussies, the sluts all shivering a little, taken to a more intense level of arousal as they lined up. The cold water and scrubbing left them feeling a deeper need for erotic stimulation, their nerves raw and ready for more. The pregnant ones were the worst, the hormones accelerating their horniness by tenfold, and I caught the tawny-skinned pregnant slut, Slut 5, tweaking and twisting her dark, erect nipples. She was either unaware that I coul see,  or just didn't care. I stepped up beside her and wrapped a handful of her long, shiny dark hair in my grip, yanking her head back and slashing the flat leather end of the crop at her heavy, milk-filled tits, beating her hands away and slapping the tips of her engorged nipples.

“Tsk tsk, you know better, you stupid whore” I hissed in her ear, but she just put her hands down and thrust out her tits for more abuse. “That's enough now,” I said, letting her go, “You're on door duty. Put on your outfit and see to greeting Daddy's guests at the gate.”

Daddy had selected one of his favorite cow costumes for the sluts to wear today. They can hardly be called clothes, as they're designed to be not only completely revealing but also to frame and accentuate the female body in the sluttiest way possible. Daddy calls it “More naked than naked”, and it's true. Each of the cows picked up a clean, brown- or black- and white body stocking that clung to her legs and arms. It had a high collar around the neck, and the shoulders and upper back were covered with the same soft, stretchy fabric. However, just below the collarbone the body stocking was cut so that it  opened all the way down the front, between the girl's legs, and back up over her round ass. Wearing her cow costume, a slut's tits, belly, pussy, and ass are all completely exposed and contrasted against her covered back, shoulders, neck, arms and legs. It was an erotically intoxicating sight, to see five sluts dressed like that, the costumes featuring black-and-white or brown-and-white patches just like a cow. Looking at the herd, I could tell wearing it feels even more erotically charged, as the girls immediately adopted a position that forced their shoulders back, their tits out, and their asses lifted. I looked them over, walking down the line adjusting their costumes here and there. I took out the small silver bell clamps Daddy chose for them to wear on their nipples, to help hold the milk back (and just because it looks extra slutty).

By then it had been a long time since the sluts would have normally been milked, at least an hour and a half; standing close to slut #2, the only other dark-haired cow slut, I could feel the heat in her tits. The slut's jugs were so full from missing a milking that it almost seemed like the taut, shiny skin would split open when touched. I tickled my fingers along the side of her over-full breast, feeling the soft, silky skin. It feels so full it's hard, and simply touching it caused the long, engorged nipple to spurt warm drips of milk that trickled down the large outside curve of her udder. I slid my fingertip from the bottom of the drip all the way up to the tip of the nipple, rubbing it in a little circle and then licking the milk from my finger. Really delicious, Daddy always seems to know how to choose the right girls to be his cows.

This one in particular, slut 2, was an unexpected find; Daddy and I were at the State Fair, watching a regular milking demo (with ordinary bovines) and getting ideas for improvements to Daddy's dairy barn. Just in front of us, in 5" high platform sandals, was the girl who eventually became Slut Cow #2. She had on cutoff denim shorts that were cut so high that we could easily see the undercurve of her silky bottom below the hem. She had on a tight, white, clingy tank top with thin straps. When she turned it was obvious she didn't have a bra on. At the time I guess she was about a C cup, maybe almost a D, and her tits rode high and perky, pressing against her tight shirt. The thin white fabric of her top clung to and clearly outlined her dark, protruding nipples.

She had long, curly, medium brown hair that hung almost to her tiny waist, and without the tall shoes she stood maybe 5'2" tall - petite, with lean supple thighs, but with just the right amount of padding where it was needed. I looked at Daddy and he looked at me, grinning, and I knew his mouth was watering. She was luscious, with cinnamon-colored skin and dark brown eyes. She is the youngest cow, barely 21 when we first laid eyes on her. She's the slut Daddy brings to the house when he wants to shame and humiliate me for being the oldest of his sluts, flaunting her young, fresh, dewy pussy and commenting loudly about how much he loves her firm, young, perky tits, fondling her on his lap while I kneel in front of them, forced to watch.

Back on the day of the Fair, she was riveted to the milking demonstration, you could see she was bouncing on the balls of her feet, her firm tits jiggling, nipples protruding, licking her lips and letting her denim shorts ride right up the crack of her perfectly round ass. She had a deep camel toe in the front of her shorts, and her puffy shaved pussy lips bulged out on either side of the thin strip of denim crotch. Daddy nodded to me, pleased as punch: this was obviously a titty slut cow just waiting to be discovered.

After the demo, Daddy had stepped up behind her, one hand pulling her head back by her thick hair, the other hand wrapped around her squeezing her juicy young tits hard. It was remarkable to see her give almost no fight - she gasped, struggled for an instant, and the moment Daddy's grasping fingers found her succulent nipple, went limp pressed back against him, purring like a contented kitten.

Now she stood in front of me with her curly dark hair damp and clinging, her tan tits now far bigger than the Cs she had when we found her, thanks to Daddy's milking program. Her eyes flashed with excitement as I pinched a long rosy-brown nipple and slid the bell clamp onto it, adjusting the tension until it clamped down tight at the base where her large, dark areola was shrinking and puckering into ridges, lengthening her nipple, the tips of it bulging out beyond the clamp. I pinched the tip and twisted, watching as she thrust her chest out further, moaning and arching. I clamped the other nipple as well, holding the swollen tips of each nipple between a finger and thumb, lifting until the heavy weight of her engorged tits pulled down and stretched the nipples. She licked her lips and grinned, softly shimmying from side to side so her hanging tits could sway and tug against my fingers. One thing I will say about the cow sluts: they are infinitely hot and desirable. They have to be, that's their job.

I'd gotten distracted by slut 2, and gave her tits a flurry of vicious slaps, setting the bells jingling, while she moooo-ed and moaned and enjoyed the exquisite tension on her nipples. I didn't want to be late; Daddy wouldn't be angry with me, but I didn't like to let him down. I went down the line fastening belled clamps tightly to the nipples thrust out to receive them. Then, wielding the crop with a nasty urgency, I directed the cows into the barn.

The barn isn't a dark, dingy, dusty place filled with spiders and rats. Daddy keeps the walls whitewashed, so it is airy and bright; the floor is packed dirt, but Daddy makes the cow sluts keep it clean and swept, and has them put down fresh straw every few days. There are a few high windows that let in lots of light. So it was easy to see Daddy waiting patiently on the high stool beside the table I'd set up earlier. The sluts dashed in when they saw Daddy, titty bells jingling and tinkling as they crowded around Daddy fighting for a good spot close to him, thrusting their milk-sore tits toward him. Daddy was surrounded by a sea of heavy, leaking, nipple-clamped tits that desperately wanted to be milked, and I saw him grin as he casually slapped a stray tit to the right, then pulled off a clamp roughly on another, leaning down to nip and barely suck at the nipple, refusing to latch on and give the sluts any relief. The cows all began to whine and beg Daddy to please please ease their tits, but Daddy just laughed and pinched, re-fastening clamps he'd removed, and told them all to settle down.

"My guests will be here any moment," Daddy said, looking stern. "You all know I've been working on a new kind of pump, however, not all of you are going to get to enjoy it." There were disappointed cries all around. "I'm only going to show it today on one of you sluts," Daddy continued, "And it will be only a treat for you in the future, unless, of course, I just decide I want to use it. Am I clear, bitches?" There were nods and murmurs of "yes, Daddy".

Daddy looked carefully over each cow slut, deciding who would be the lucky whore that got to show off Daddy's new milking pump. The cow sluts all quieted down under inspection, standing with their feet spread, hands behind them, shoulders back, each one hoping desperately that she would be the one chosen. Daddy took his time, walking among them and feeling them all over, like livestock, to see which one would best suit his purpose, pulling on clit rings to check the stiffness of the clit beneath, slapping tits to see how full and hard they were. He stopped in front of slut 1, the big blond he'd scrubbed on the table outside, and she started to take a step forward to the table, smiling smugly, thinking she'd been chosen.

Out of nowhere Daddy's hand flew and landed a hard slap against her cheek, leaving a hot-pink handprint on it. "Not so fast, you stupid whore," Daddy said. "You got enough outside, and I'm tired of you. You're not getting this today." The slut put a hand to her cheek and tears formed in her eyes, not from the slap but from being told "no".

Daddy went to slut 4, a slim one with a cap of wheat-colored curls and bright blue eyes, a few freckles over her nose and tits. I smiled to myself, thinking Daddy had made a very good choice. This slut was a tough little bitch, a masochist who would eagerly take all Daddy could dish out and still beg for more through her tears. She was also the most disciplined about orgasm control, and if Daddy told her not to cum, then she would not cum, or die trying to avoid it. Her tits looked the most swollen and full to bursting, and when she moved she bit her lip and sighed from the pain deep in her breasts, the sore aching itch that made her desperate to be milked.

Daddy led her to the table by her clit ring, telling the other cows to go to their own usual stanchions. Daddy had tilted the table so that the back edge was higher than the front edge; he'd added a curious wooden half-barrel shape on top, and had brought out the metal restraints made of heavy pipe, placing them on either side of the table. I went down the row locking the cows into their stanchions on all fours on elevated platforms, puzzling over the additions to the table, when slut 5 came waddling in, dressed like the slutty pregnant cow she is, leading a group of 4 or 5 men behind her. Some of them had brought their own sluts to watch, and these girls knelt quietly on leashes beside their owners, excited to see what would happen. Daddy shook hands and exchanged a few laughing words, then went back to the table to begin. I quickly bolted slut 5 into her stanchion, and her gravid belly and tits hung down almost brushing the wooden platform.

All eyes were on Daddy as he lifted slut 4 up onto the table and laid her back, over the rounded half-barrel, and fastened her wrists far behind her head. Now I could see that Daddy had added that half-barrel so she'd be forced to arch at an almost impossible degree, with her tits up on top and her head out of the way. Her tits were so overfull that they didn't flatten in this position, but stood up away from her slim body, the nipples crimped and jingling from the bell clamps. Daddy leaned down and kissed her softly, circling her neck with his hand and squeezing briefly, then running his rough hand all down the her exposed front, squeezing her tits so that in spite of the clamps, milk spurted straight up. Then he stroked down over her stomach, to the mound of her pussy, which he cupped and squeezed in his hand.

Letting go of her pussy, he slid a finger into her puffy, wet slit, commenting, "Oh that's one wet little fuckslut, I think she's excited to show off to you all today!". Daddy slid his wet finger out and then tickled down to her puckered little pink ass bud, circling it and then forcing his wet finger in, rubbing her juices all over it. Daddy looked at me and I brought him the butt plug he'd had made, that had a stubby little cow-tail attached to it. Daddy took it, slid it into the slut's slobbering pussy to wet it, then pushed it slowly into her tight anus, stretching it wider and wider before finally her tight little ring of muscle snapped shut on the narrow end of the plug. The brown-and-white cow tail hung down and ended in a silky tassel. Daddy stood to the side so everyone could see well, and stroked the inside of slut 4's thigh while stretching her leg out longer and higher, until it was positioned far out to the side and back. Daddy clamped her ankle to the leg restraints he'd brought in, and did the same with the other leg.

Slut 4 was breathing hard, you could see her tits rising and falling with each breath. She was restrained in an utterly helpless position, and I watched as Daddy took in the entire image. The long lean shapely legs dressed in her brown-and-white clingy cow suit, pulled up and back, wide apart, showing her glowing pink pussy and stuffed ass like they were a place setting on a table; her back arched high, arms pulled tightly. Her eyes half-closed and unfocused as she wallowed in the sensuality of the pose, and the knowledge that there were many pairs of hungry eyes already fucking her.

Daddy went back to her side, slapping her tits and roughly removing her nipple clamps without opening them, pulling them until they pinched the very tips of her swollen nipples cruelly. Milk seeped from her nipples and ran down in warm little rivulets, and Daddy reached down to flip on the milking machine. The low humming throb of the suction machine filled the barn, and the other cow sluts involuntarily spurted milk in spite of their clamps, their milk letting down at the sound of the pump cycling. Daddy took one milking cup, attached to a flexible hose, and wet the edge in the warm milk that puddled between slut 4's tits and on her stomach. He then carefully sealed it onto her left nipple. Daddy likes the suction turned up high, and the captive nipple immediately swelled and filled the narrow plastic cup, the milk beginning to flow in long streams down the tube into a collection jar out of sight. This really was something new for all the cows; Daddy rarely milked them facing up like that, almost always they were on all fours. Daddy took the second milking cup and repeated the process, sealing it onto her right nipple. Now both nipples were sucked hard and tight into narrow plastic cups, stretched long, flushed red, and the milk flowed in alternating streams in time with the pump.

"But this isn't what you came to see," Daddy said, laughing. "I've been working on another element, as I'm sure you all know, and with a lot of help and experimentation from my babyslut over there, I've finally got it the way I want it." Daddy stood to the right side of the slut being milked, his left hand coming down from the top toward her cunt, his right hand circling around her leg to come up from the bottom. Daddy took her clit ring with his left hand and pulled it back, back, hooking it to her belly-button ring, fully exposing her pink, vulnerable, bare clit. Daddy nudged it with his fingers, manipulating it, rubbing a rough fingertip over it and eliciting a deep, loud, "MOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOO" from the captive slut. Daddy laughed, reached down with his right hand, and came up with a third plastic milking cup, this one slightly narrower than the nipple milkers, maybe the circumference of a nickel. "Now," Daddy said, instructing, "The problem has been getting a good tight seal, and keeping the slut from cumming too fast. However, with this plastic I can make a custom-fit for the slut, and if I lower the cycle rate, it will suction deep and long but not so quickly that she orgasms immediately." I don't think slut 4 even heard Daddy, really, she was thrashing her head back and forth in ecstasy. Daddy slipped the cup opening into her soaking wet cunt, and then slid it up, centering it over her bare clit. The suction took over and immediately plumped her clit up hard against the narrow tube, forcing the slut to shudder and squeal. Everyone could see her cow tail bouncing up and down as she clenched her pussy and her ass in rhythm with the pump.

"This is a wonderful torture," Daddy continued, "because if your sluts are anything like mine, then they LIVE to be touched. Here, her most sensitive areas - her nipples and clit - can't be touched. It will drive your slut crazy with frustration, but it feels so good she almost won't care." Slut 4 grunted like an animal, moaning and keening and shrieking as the pump suckled with no mercy and no breaks, never slacking. Daddy nodded to me that I should get the milkers going on the other cow sluts, although they won't get to experience the clit milker today.

Chapter 3

I went down the line of sluts, pulling off nipple clamps and attaching their plastic milkers, hearing their coos of relief and joy when finally they were able to release their long-pent-up milk. I walked to slut 1 last and looked her over in her stanchion. She was on all fours on her platform about 2 feet up off the ground, like the rest of the sluts. Her ass was lifted up, heaving tits squeezed out between her arms just below my eye level, her head locked in position. She was mooing and moaning along with the others, all of them turned on from watching Daddy with slut 4 tied down and subjected to the suction of the pump on her nipples and clit. Slut 1's nipple clamps tinkled furiously as she shoved her tits out at me, her eyes rolling in her head, desperate for any sort of contact. Her cow suit clung to her curves and set off her bare skin wonderfully; I stroked my hand over her plump, raised ass, feeling how soft the skin was. She struggled to lift her ass higher, a task made difficult by her position, and I held my hand just behind her swollen cunt, barely touching it, feeling the heat and moisture radiating from it. Her nipple clamps jingled non-stop as her tits swayed with her limited motions.

I came around in front of her, pulling the milking cups up onto the platform, but I didn't want to attach them just yet. I looked over at Daddy, who was busy tormenting slut 4, squeezing her tits for a few moments, slapping her cheek as she gave herself over to sensations, and began carefully applying clips to her swollen bare labia, lining them along each edge. It was an intensely erotic sight, and slut 1 began moaning more loudly beside me. I reached out both hands and stroked the outer curves of her tits, the skin tight as a drum stretched over her milk-filled jugs. I squeezed each at the base as they swayed underneath her, pulling my hands down while gripping tightly, forcing milk to stream from each tortured, clamped nipple. She gasped and struggled to thrust them out further, the warm milk pooling on the platform. I took hold of both belled nipple clamps, tugging and lightly twisting them, and watched as her body jerked with each little motion – knowing each little twist sent an electric jolt straight to her pierced clit.

It was getting loud in the barn. Slut 4, helplessly strapped on the inclined table in front of everyone, was shrieking as Daddy worked her body with the deftness of long experience. The cows were all mooing and bleating with passion as the pumps extracted milk from their tits with a steady, deep, not-to-be-denied suction. Two of the visiting gentlemen had opened their pants and allowed their companion sluts the joy of slurping on their rock-hard cocks while watching the demo.

Slut 1 beside me was loud too, mooing and moaning in a frantic state, not sure if I would grant her the relief of the milker. I stopped fondling her nipple clamps and pulled her left one off slowly, enjoying how it increased in tension as it slid tight along the length of her rigid, leaking nipple, stretching it longer and longer until it finally came off, leaving her nipple on fire. I went to her side, reaching under her and pulling her clit ring forward, exposing her stiff, throbbing clitoris. I grasped it with my finger and thumb, tugging it out a bit, and fastened the belled clamp at the base of it, making her squirm in pain and delight. I dragged my fingernail over the bulging tip of her now tightly-pinched clit, getting another long low moan as she shuddered on all fours at the sensation. She was at the point that she couldn't make any decisions, and her body warred with the desire to hump her sensitive clit against the scrape of my fingernail and the desire to pull away from the pain. I gave her clit a tight pinch, pulling it down and letting it slip from between my fingers slowly. Her pussy drooled slippery cunt fluid onto my hand and her inner lips and thighs, her clit clamp now jingling along with her humping thrusts as she spread her knees wider and lowered her hips to give me better access.

Stepping back in front of her, I held her sore tits up by the nipples, banging them together and then letting them go to watch them swing and sway under her. She caught her breath and bit her lip at the pain of her over-filled tits pulling and dragging. Leaving her right nipple clamped, I held up the unclamped tit and licked the bare nipple slowly, covering it with my saliva, squirming and curling my tongue around it. It was nearly an inch and a half long, maybe almost two, and as big around as a lipstick cylinder, still holding the indents from the clamp. By now her nipples were very raw and sore, bright red and throbbing, first from Daddy's earlier scrubbing with the dry brush, then from the constant crimping pressure of the clamp, and all the time with the enormous pressure from her milk straining to spurt from them. Slut 1 held her breath as I toyed with the bare nipple, licking it, then taking it between my teeth, enjoying its firm rubbery feel in my mouth as I flicked the tip with my tongue, tasting her milk as it leaked in spurts in time with her racing heartbeat. I pulled my head back slowly, letting my teeth scrape along the length of her abused nipple. She held as still as she could, willing me to suck, only her clit bell ringing when she couldn't help but squirm with anticipation. I moved my warm mouth and bit the sides of her tits instead, leaving hard little teeth marks all over both of them, making her wait and honing her frustration to be suckled to a knife-edge as I had seen and experienced Daddy doing time and again.

“You want to be suckled, don't you, slut?” I grinned at her. She closed her eyes and forced her sore tits out further, silently pleading. I slapped both of her tits hard, leaving my smaller handprints outlined on the taut flesh as they bounced. “Say it” I whispered between my teeth, “say it just like you do for Daddy. Tell me what you are, slut.”

She moaned, words coming only with difficulty as she struggled with her intense needs. “Please” she gasped, “oh please, please suck my tits, or milk them, I don't care, anything, anything you want, I'm just Daddy's stupid cow slut and all I want is for someone to use my tits.” I slid my tongue over her bumpy areola, licking the milk from the tip of her nipple.

“I don't know,” I said, drawing the words out as though I were reluctant, “I'm not sure you really need it,” as I reached between her legs and tugged on her clit clamp for emphasis, slowly twisting it between my finger and thumb.

That sent a shiver all through her, and goosebumps raised up on the tit before my face. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” she begged, moaning and grunting, all power of speech gone and nothing left but begging and wanting.

I finally couldn't resist any longer, and sealed my lips around her aching, protruding nipple and ridged areola, sucking hard and squeezing with my hand. With a long loud sigh of pleasure and relief, her warm sweet milk began to flow in hot spurts into my mouth, filling it so quickly I couldn't swallow it all and it dribbled from the corners of my mouth. I sucked the hard chewy nipple deep into my mouth, my tongue pressing up against it, compressing it as I latched on like a baby calf. I pushed my face hard into her pillowy tit, bumping and compressing it further to force the milk out faster. I felt her swollen nipple far back on my tongue as it stretched in my mouth, rich milk flowing strong as I swallowed and suckled. I glanced up and saw her face shining with concentration and intensity as she stared at Daddy a few feet away, playing with slut 4. I knew she was enjoying the feeling of her breast finally draining, and watching Daddy obsessively, pretending he was the one suckling her. I didn't care, and nipped her nipple sharply while I sucked. My right hand went back between her legs, twisting and tugging on the clamp I had forced onto her clit, while I sucked her tit with abandon. She reacted instinctively by spreading her knees so far she nearly had her pussy rubbing on the platform top, humping in time to my sucks and tugs. My left hand went to her clamped right udder, squeezing and mauling it, twisting the clamp that still bit into the base of the nipple. I forced the pressure in her unrelieved right tit to unbelievable heights, and still she moooooed and salivated, watching Daddy, lost in the competing sensations wracking her body. I scraped the flat tip of her captive, clamped nipple with my fingernail, digging into it, feeling the rich milk drip over my fingers and onto the platform.

I turned my head slightly to see Daddy focused on slut 4. Her tail bobbed up and down furiously in time with the suction on her nipples and clit. Daddy had placed two perfectly symmetrical rows of clamps down each side of her juicy slit, pressing into the puffy labia with cruel pinching. He had then tied the ends of each clamp to her shackled legs, pulling her pussy lips wide open like a butterfly. Her meaty pink cunt hole opened and closed like a gasping mouth desperate for air, seeking Daddy's cock, Daddy's finger, Daddy's tongue, or anything Daddy would give it to fuck. Her clit bulged inside the narrow milking cup Daddy had placed over it, pressed hard against the sides and rising up up up with the suction, then falling back when the pump cycled. Her clit was plumped up huge, and I idly thought that Daddy would have a lot of fun tying it later, now that it was so big. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably in their restraints, as were her arms, which made her upright tits shake and pull against the sucking milk cups on her nipples. Daddy took a pronged wheeled tool in his hand - the Whartenburg wheel, with it's little poking spikes - and ran it over the exposed wet pink of her stretched-open cunt, along the edge of her gasping, flowing pussy hole, down to her stretched and plugged ass rim, letting the prongs poke into her skin leaving little red spots as it moved.  Daddy ran the prickly wheel up her slippery pussy to just beneath the sucking cup which held her clit captive, and she began to cry in frustration when Daddy couldn't prick her clit, too, the spikes bumping uselessly against the plastic. With every prick of the spikes, slut 4 grunted and wailed, shaking and sobbing, struggling against the overload of sensations that were forcing her body into orgasm.

Daddy laughed and took off the narrow leather belt he was wearing. "Don't you dare cum yet, you rotten little fuckbitch," Daddy growled at slut 4. "I'm not even close to done playing with you. Poor little slut, can't feel the prickly prongs on your clit, can you?" Daddy asked.

Slut 4 groaned and cried, wailing "Pleaaaaaseee take it off Daddy, take off the milker, use my clit, PLEASE". Daddy just laughed and flicked her exposed bottom with the thin leather belt, leaving a fiery red welt across her ass. She jerked in her restraints and begged again, "pleasepleasepleaseplease take it off, whip my clit Daddy, oh please god!"  Daddy grinned and paid no attention, laying down swift lashes with the thin strap, striping her inner thighs and her ass, moving it closer to her stretched-open pussy.

Daddy stopped for a moment and aimed carefully, then delivered a snapping blow that cracked the tip of the belt on the juicy deep pink next to her open cunt hole. Slut 4 screamed when it snapped, going rigid in her restraints, unable to see anything Daddy did, just feeling the results as he used her like the horny pain slut she is. Daddy cracked the belt again, this time not touching the slut, but the sound made her flinch all the same. Daddy snapped another crack of the tip just above her drooling pussy hole, making it close up in defense, her thighs shaking as the slut screamed and screamed, thrusting her cunt up, humping at the milking cup, pleading for the belt, her tail bobbing in a frenzy as her ass squeezed down on the plug.

By now Daddy's audience was visibly breathing hard. One man was staring intently, holding the back of his slut's head as he fucked her throat, asking her under his breath, "Why the hell aren't you that good, you worthless whore?" while she squirmed and sucked his cock. Another man had noticed his slut's eyes glazing over, and spoke up to ask Daddy, "Do you mind if my slut goes over to where your girl is sucking on that big blond cow and has a taste? I think she's beside herself watching all this." Daddy then looked over and saw me sucking slut 1's tit and playing with her clamps. Daddy smiled and said, "Babyslut, do you want to share? That slut has more than enough milk for two of you." I smiled with my mouth still full of nipple and nodded at Daddy. "Go ahead," Daddy said to the man, "let your slut go help mine drain that cow's tits."

The man's slut crawled across the hard-packed dirt floor toward us. She was slinky and lean, more feline than bovine, with long slim legs and the kind of tits that are like hard apples high on her chest. Not at all a slut Daddy would pick out, but sexy in her own sleek way. She stood up beside me and watched me for a moment as I suckled slut 1's enormous breast, trying to see how it should be done. I let go of slut 1's clamped tit, giving it over to the new slut to share. She licked luxuriously all around the clamped nipple, her pink tongue probing and slathering all over licking up the dribbled milk. I used my free hand to squeeze the base of the breast I was milking, forcing the deeper, richer milk out, my right hand still between the slut's legs pulling and twisting on her clit clamp in time with my squeezing hands. Slut 1 shivered when the new slut licked her aching tit, so close to orgasm now that both tits were stimulated. The new girl pulled off the clamp and drew slut 1's aching sore nipple into her mouth between her teeth, circling the base of the breast with both of her hands and squeezing as she began sensually suckling. Slut 1 choked out a sob of relief when the intense pressure in her breast was finally relieved, gasping and hiccuping, straining to thrust out both tits into our eagerly sucking mouths.

Daddy watched for a few minutes, rubbing the crotch of his jeans where his cock was as hard as it ever gets. He loved watching his sluts get milked, and he loved seeing his babyslut continue his training methods on the cows. He watched as my cheeks hollowed and sucked, seeing my pleasure and contentment as I sucked the milk from his cow's heavy tits. He turned back to slut 4, who was recovering from the weals of his whip, her pussy meat swollen and deep dark pink.

Daddy reached down and wiggled the cup on the slut's clit, momentarily breaking the seal and easing the suction; before the slut could relax, though, he sealed the cup again against her bare clit, and the suction plumped it back up forcefully, making her howl. Daddy unzipped his jeans, lowering them slightly, and let the tip of his rigid cock trail over the sluts burning, exposed cunt, his precum dribbling over it, soothing it. The slut went wild in her restraints, pushing her pussy out, begging Daddy to fuck her. She could barely speak, what came out was, "Daddyfuckmefuckmefuckme fuck that slimy cunt hole Daddy fuckitfuckitfuckit.”

Daddy pressed his thumbs against the sides of her stretched-open fuck hole, pulling it apart until it gaped open, inviting. The slut was in a frenzy, screaming and speaking in tongues, fighting against her body's demands to cum, desperate for Daddy's cock to slide up into her cunt and fill her with his own special milk, just for sluts. Daddy rubbed the tip of his cock around the opening, teasing, drawing out his own pleasure until it was at it's sharpest. Daddy felt the warm wet pussy of his slut, her grasping gaping cunt trying to grip the head of his cock and suck it in. Finally, when Daddy had had all the teasing he could take, he reared back and slammed forward all the way into his tortured, begging, wanting slut.

Daddy rested inside the slut for a moment, feeling her cunt squeezing and rippling all along the length of his cock. Her pussy was even tighter than usual, and Daddy could feel the butt plug inside her rectum pressing up against his cock inside her. Daddy reached up and gripped the slut's tits hard, squeezing them as he pulled out almost all the way, his cock steaming and slippery with her cunt fluids. She bore down just as the head of Daddy's cock was almost out, and her cunt seized and gripped around the head, not wanting to let go. Daddy slid in again much more slowly, halfway then pulling out, back in partly, then withdrawing, leaving the slut shaking and swearing in frustration. Daddy grinned and finally rode his desire, fucking the tight, wet cunt hard and fast and deep, pulling and squeezing her tits, yanking off the milking cups painfully so he could lean down and bite her plumped up nipples. Over and over Daddy plunged in, raping the slut; then he would slow a bit and tease her again, wiggling the milking cup on her clit, driving her further into a frenzy.

Daddy pounded the bitch hard, twisting her nipples, biting, slamming deep into her cunt again and again. I felt slut 1 start to cum as the visiting slut and I suckled, watching Daddy plow into slut 4 was too much for her to stand, and she began quivering and howling as her body jerked over and over, cumming in deep spasms that took her breath away. I turned to watch Daddy as he leaned on slut 4, fucking her cunt so hard it was even more swollen, the clamps on her pussy lips still holding them open. Daddy planted his feet shoulder-width apart, gritting his teeth as he felt his slut milk crawling up from his balls, his balls tightening as he plunged over and over into the sweet, swollen, warm wet cunt of his cow slut. With a loud grunt, Daddy bit down on her nipple, stiffening as his cock jetted thick warm spurts of slut milk deep into her pussy.

I watched, my tummy full of warm milk, slut 1 beside me panting and shaking as she came down from her orgasm. I watched Daddy cum hard, spraying his precious slut milk deep into slut 4, and smiled as I thought to myself, "Slut 4's probably knocked up now, Daddy has super-sperm" and I giggled. Daddy pulled off slut 4's clit cup, and laid down on top of her, his hands and mouth on her upthrust tits as his deep orgasm slowed.

A burst of applause came from the visitors, with many shouts of "Bravo!" "You sure fucked that slut right" "Wow!". I clapped enthusiastically along with everyone. There's nobody like my Daddy. He's a master at what he does - turning hot women into sexy, stupid, wanton cow sluts. I love him.