Master’s little dairy cow (2) The Party. by SandyC

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After the video, the Master started preparing me for a special party.

He told me that it was a great honor to be the gift of the party and that he was planning something very special for me. Twice already, he took me to the party to learn, but I was only allowed to sit in the corner and watch.

No one came up to me, no one even looked at me for any length of time. I felt like an invisible slave watching the Masters.

It was fantastic.

Both times the gift was a beautiful slave and I was deeply envious of both. The Masters, both male and female, touched them and used them in front of the others and it was very arousing. I wanted to take it that far too. 

To be the center of the party and make my Master proud when others came in me or on me. I wanted to do it as well as the two women I saw here. They looked so happy and were so proud of themselves every time another Master’s cum shot on them.

My Master fucked them too, of course, and I wondered if I looked as beautiful when he grabbed my hair and bent my head back as he took me from behind.

I wanted to be that beautiful too.

When the other one sucked his cock I was very jealous and aroused. I felt my pussy getting wet and envied her that she was about to taste his cum. But then he pulled his cock out of her full mouth and squirted on her breasts. I involuntarily reached for mine to lick some of it off, but there was nothing there.

It was sad.

We prepared carefully for my performance at the party, and I wanted for the day impatient, but it turned out to be even more beautiful than I had imagined.

I wore a white silk blouse and a black skirt. No underwear, only black 8-centimeter high pumps. Very elegant and shiny.

My Master wanted it that way.

My hair was freshly cut and only long enough for my Master to reach into it when he fucked me.

He led me in and left me standing in the middle of the room as he greeted other guests. I involuntarily looked into the corner to see, which slave was sitting there to learn from me today and was in for a little surprise.

A man was sitting there.

The collar around his neck identified him as a slave and I wondered who he belonged to. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to dwell on the question because my Master was banging a fork against a wine glass to make himself heard. The room fell silent and all eyes turned to him. I was very proud of him. 

“My friends. Today I have something very special to offer you,” said my Master, taking a step towards me. “All of you have already seen my little dairy cow in the video I made of her first milking.” A murmur and a nod went around the room.

“You’ll be pleased to hear that I was successful. Some of you didn’t want to believe it, but today you’ll see for yourselves that she really does give milk. the more excited she is, the more milk is shooting out of her gorgeous tits. And look at them. Plump and full. Beautiful. If you go closer, you’ll see that she’s already wetting her blouse with her milk, she wants to be milked so badly. Her pussy is probably already wet too.” He paused and all eyes turned to me.

I looked briefly at my blouse and saw 2 spreading stains. Yes, my milk was pouring in and my nipples were erect and dripping with excitement. I imagined the pain of the first suck that would come and my heart beat faster with anticipation. 

“It’s the first time she’s been offered as a gift at the party, and also the first time that someone other than me will be milking her. But you have also shared your whores with me, so I have a duty to give you mine. But not for free.” I smiled proudly at myself.

My Master would sell me.

Like a real whore.

My daddy always said that if I brought money to my Master, it would be the highest a slave could achieve. I really hoped someone would buy me.

My Master made room on the table, took 2 chairs as we practiced and placed them some distance apart. Then he nodded to me and I dropped my skirt.

I kept my blouse on. Slowly and hopefully provocatively, I walked to the place between the chairs and sat down on the table. I spread my legs and placed them on the waiting chairs. The poops made my position even more beautiful. This time, absolutely all eyes were on me.

“Come closer and look at her. If there’s anyone who wants to pay to be the first to suck her and fuck that beautiful pussy, we can start the auction.” I was speechless.

I would be auctioned off? Like a real slave? Like a paid whore?

It was the best birthday present I could imagine.

Tears of gratitude came to my eyes and my Master saw it. He came closer and looked me in the eye. That was true love.

“She is fresh and unspent and the first person to get her can have all of her. Except for her ass. It’s not for sale because it’s still absolutely virgin.” My Master was telling the truth. My ass had never been used and I really hoped that would change soon.

My Master wasn’t into ass fucking and my father didn’t want to damage the merchandise before selling it, so he always held back in that regard.

However, I often saw him fucking my mother in the ass and even then I envied her. She said it was a special pleasure. Once, when she was licking my pussy, she stuck a finger up my ass and left it there until I came. Then she told me to imagine a really big cock in there and how fantastic it would be when it tore me open.

Maybe my Master would sell my ass one day too. That would be a dream.

The Master slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall over my shoulders, then he rearranged my legs once more and opened my labia so that everyone could see that I was already wet. He licked his finger so that everyone could see it clearly.

“She’s already wet, everywhere, look at her tits, how they’re filled.” He reached for my left breast and squeezed out some milk. I groaned in pain. All the men looked at my milk-filled breast, only the woman didn’t take her eyes off my wet pussy.

She wanted me too. I was excited.

Soon they would fuck me and I would make my Master proud. I could hardly wait and gripped the edge of the table even tighter to stay still. Then the auction began.

I brought my Master a lot of money. I realized that this was not about money, but about the recognition of his performance with me, but it made me very happy too.

The man who finally bought me was around 50, overweight and bald. To call him attractive would be an absolute exaggeration. He was just right. I would look at him like the most beautiful man in the world for paying so much for me. 

It should pay off for him.

He approached me slowly and inspected my body with relish. When his gaze fell on my breasts, I took a deep breath, and they lifted towards him.

He then smiled and looked me in the face. I opened my lips slightly and looked at him as if I wanted to lick him from head to toe.

That didn’t fail to have an effect.

For a few seconds, he couldn’t take his eyes off mine.

Then my eyes wandered to his baggy pants and I discreetly licked my lips. I was sure he had seen it.

He came towards me and handed me his glass. I looked into his eyes in love and drank without taking my eyes off him for a second. A picture of complete trust and total submission.

I WAS HIS.

He had bought me and paid for me, and for now, I belonged only to him.

I put the glass behind me and licked my lips. It was something strong, but I didn’t let on that it was burning my throat. I usually only drank when the Master told me to.

He came up to me and stroked my legs from the knees upwards until his thumbs touched my wet pussy.

I sucked in the air sharply and spread my legs to the maximum. He liked that.

When he touched my clitoris, my body reacted instantly and I moaned softly. He was the only one who could hear it. I bit my lip and looked at him pleadingly.

All the people around me made me horny.

A slight smile played around his lips as he opened his pants and slowly pushed his cock into me. My master’s cock is bigger and fills me up completely. This one was a little smaller, but that didn’t matter. I was looking forward to him pumping into me.

Unfortunately, he had something else in mind.

He moved slowly, too slowly.

I was used to being fucked hard and loved it so much. This man moved his cock in and out at a pace that drove me crazy. He took all the time in the world and watched calmly as his cock slowly plunged in and out of my pussy.

I wanted to scream. My body shook and I wanted to come. I had to come.

But he wouldn’t let me.

Every time I contorted my pussy to bring myself to orgasm, he stopped and pulled his cock almost all the way out. I wanted to beg him to finally thrust into me, but I remained silent. I was his property. He was the one who said how it should be.

I’m tight, but my position made it difficult for me to squeeze his cock, and so he could probably fuck me until I died of old age.

I relaxed a little and looked at his cock too. It looked pretty good as it rhythmically drove into me and back again. The feeling of pleasure set in and I listened to my slowly deceiving body.

My pussy liked being touched so delicately.

When the man suddenly moved his hips in a circular motion, I moaned with delight. That was good, very good indeed. He continued.

For a short time, I forgot about the people around me and only saw his cock and my wet pussy, which was about to come. He now moved balls deep into me and each time he stayed there a little.

My breathing quickened and the milk shot in. He smiled.

My breasts wanted to explode and no one was sucking on them.

Apparently he wasn’t going to do that either.

So why did he buy me?

Unfortunately, the approaching orgasm prevented me from thinking any further. It was deep, slow and strong. From my knees upwards, just as he had caressed my legs.

His thumbs, which had been holding my labia open the whole time, now approached his cock and with it my clit.

He looked at me briefly and saw that I was already in the throes of orgasm. I moaned louder now and pressed myself against him. He pressed his thumb against my clitoris and held me tightly as I gasped for air and moaned

“Yes!”, breathing heavily.

He moved his cock a little faster and watched my orgasm, and the milk flowing out of me. It felt like it took forever before I was able to control my body again.

I was grateful to him, so grateful. My lips formed a silent “thank you” because I didn’t trust my voice.

He pulled his cock out of me and I thought I was going to suck him now.

Instead, he tapped a drop of milk coming out of my breast with his index finger and licked it off. Then he smiled kindly and went to the corner of the room.

Everyone looked after him with no less astonishment than I did.

But he went to the boy in the corner and put his cock in his mouth.

It was so hot!

The boy sucked devotedly, and this time the cock moved much faster than in my pussy. With a loud moan, the man came in the boy’s mouth and held his head like my master did when I sucked his cock.

Then he turned around and nodded briefly to my master.

The others in the room were no less aroused than I had been a minute ago, and the nod was probably the signal that I was now at their disposal.

“It looks as if someone has already come on your tits, little cunt. You must be missing some cum in your pussy. I’ll fuck you with a good load inside.”, said one of the men and came up to me.

He pulled me away from the table and laid me down on a mattress that was now in the middle of the room. I knew what was coming and was looking forward to it.

Without hurrying, he undressed and knelt between my outstretched thighs. Then he inserted the tip of his cock into me and worked his way over my breasts.

“Scream for daddy, little girl,” he said, and sucked on my milk-filled breast. I screamed. The pain wasn’t even that intense, but he wanted it that way and rammed his cock into my pussy to the hilt. He sucked and fucked me like mad. My occasional screams spurred him on and I also enjoyed the familiar feeling of pain and pleasure. he came quickly, breathing heavily and his

“FUCK, YEAH!” echoed throughout the room.

I moaned beneath him and clutched him with my legs.

When I looked up, I saw the other men as I had seen them before, here above another slave. With excited cocks in their hands and greedy looks. The only woman in the room was also there, and her cheeks were already red with excitement.

It was like a scene from a movie about rape, in an action movie, and I was a little ashamed that I wanted it so much. They would all fuck me now, together and separately, and I would suck their cocks and come again and again.

I should feel used and dirty but they would give me exactly what I wanted. Next time I would hopefully be able to offer them my ass too.

My milk shot in again and I moaned.

Then I found myself on my stomach and one of the men took me from behind while another knelt down in front of me. My mouth opened on its own as his cock came within his reach.

It was incredibly good. The best party of my life.

I couldn’t count my orgasms and the excitement never waned between the cocks fucking me, and me sucking them.

I just followed the instructions and tried to do everything as well as I could.

Suddenly a fleshy pussy lowered over my face, and I knew I wouldn’t be the only woman in the room screaming now.

The man between my legs fucked me and kneaded my tits, and I licked the pussy above me like my mom had taught me. Deep and sucking and with my fingers deep in the hole above me. It was wet and juicy and a short time later the woman actually screamed with pleasure and held on to the man’s shoulders.

Her juice shot into my mouth as she came violently, and I sucked greedily on her clitoris. Her whole body trembled and she moaned loudly.

“Fucking slut, yes, yessssss!”

I was proud of myself. I pulled her down onto my face and ate her pussy clean while the man grunted deeply inside me.

My strength was waning, but apparently, it was also slowly coming to an end because the guests were now drinking and talking quietly.

My master came up to me and looked down at my body, which was covered in cum, juices and milk. He nodded towards a door and I struggled to get up. Then I walked as gracefully as my maltreated body would allow me into the bathroom and sank into the bathtub.

The water was wonderful and relaxed my strained muscles.

I don’t even know when I fell asleep.

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