Chapter 4

As much as Belle would love to spend her first day worshipping Buttercup, she has to begin training. It is standard for the company before anyone can proceed with their jobs, even if it means moving up in the company by a faster means. So after cleaning up a bit and changing into the cute little outfit that is commonplace at Morning Milk, Belle skips happily down to the barn where Josie, the incredible vice president of public relations is already instructing a group of new recruits. Not only is she sometimes orientation manager, but she occasionally breaks in the new recruits.

“This is your milking station girls,” Josie begins. She is wearing a white top, tied in front to contain her heavy chest. Her big cock is barely packaged in her short shorts, and there is a stain of wetness from her obvious drizzle of precum. Belle wonders if it is just the excitement of being around so many horny new recruits or if it isn’t precum but actually cum from a more recent fuck. She begins to bank on the latter, looking around to see if any of the other girls look like they’ve just gotten it good. She doesn’t get to look for too long as Josie is directing the group toward the milking station.

The station itself is a small enclosure that is not at all that different from a horse stall. It has a gray marble floor and a tiny wading pool in the center. Beside the pool is a padded stool and a couple of large containers that look like they could contain a few gallons of milk each.

“Your job will consist or being milked and doing the milking,” Josie begins to explain. “You as first year recruits will milk each other. You will also be responsible for milking the older cows. Eventually new recruits will come in and you will no longer be required to milk anyone, you will be the ones getting milked by new hires.”

A murmur of excitement goes through the group. While others would balk at a task like this, all the girls present knows that means there will be plenty of breast handling going on in here. The energy in the place is almost electrifying.

“Now, if I could have a volunteer ... I’ll show you how the equipment works and the proper way to handle one of our older cows.” Josie undoes her top, letting it fall to the ground. She kicks it away and frees her body of the shorts for all to see. Her chest bounces with two fat nipples just begging to be milked. “How about you,” she says with a little wink and smile in Belle’s direction. “From what I hear, you’ve already made quite the impression on our lovely Buttercup. You’re definitely going to have your hands full with her.”

Belle blushes as she steps forward. The other girls make way for her. She has only just left Buttercup, but word seems to travel fast on the farm. Using her ass and fuck crazed hormones, she has managed to attract the attentions of her long lusted after cow hero, but if she can impress Josie as well ... her place in the company will be ensured for as long as she likes.

“How shall I ... or rather ... what do I do first?” she asks.

Josie just smiles as she steps into the wading pool and brings her hands up to her large, luscious chest. She pinches both of her fat, pink nipples between her fingers. The girls watch as long wet rivers of milk flow from between her fingers and down her naked body into the pool at her feet. “Mmmoooo,” she teases. Belle giggles as she steps to the edge of the pool, ready to begin.

“First things first,” Josie instructs, her eyes glancing down to some equipment beside the pool. “As you may not know, all our second year and higher cows can be handfuls. Buttercup is one of those, perhaps the most of a handful you’ll get. If she had her way, she would spend all her time fucking instead of being milked. And let me tell you, her milk is a specialty seller.”

There are a few murmurs of understanding. Buttercup is one of the company’s best producers. Her milk is like a fine wine, so it is marketed as a specialty product, along with a few select others. It’s a bit pricier then normal milk, but worth the extra cost all day long.

“When you are on duty, it is up to you to take charge of our horny cows. To ensure they obey, you will have to harness them. They’ve all been trained like you so they understand that while they wear their harness they are to obey. And that goes to same for you girls,” she says with a smile.

Belle follows the boss’ gaze to a soft black leather bunch of straps and little chrome rings. She picks it up and inspects it. It is similar to a kinky bondage harness, designed to fir around a cow’s breasts, neck, ass and cock. The straps covered nothing of course, but it does lift and separate their assets. At a nod from Josie, she lowers the outfit and holds open the straps so that Josie can step in. Then tightening the strap in place, Belle adjusts them so that Josie is contained, her breasts lifted and poised for proper handling. Beneath her clothes, Belle’s cock is growing fatter by the second. Josie’s too is large and throbbing, the end dribbling with heavy beads of precum. Belle finds herself kneeling, her face alongside the gorgeous erection as she tightens the last straps at the boss’ curvy hips. She finds that she cannot resist the urge to draw her tongue up along the shaft before her.

“Mmm ... that feels nice...” Josie runs her fingers through Belle’s hair and looks down at her bright-eyed recruit, who in turn is looking up at her. It is clear why Buttercup had chosen this beautiful creature. Belle doesn’t just know how to kiss and lick cock, she absolutely worships it. “Now then,” Josie continues her instruction, hesitant to finish the lesson as she stands transfixed on the pretty wet lips sliding up one side of her stiff member and back down the other. She bites her lip to keep from groaning in pleasure as Belle encircles the tip where she begins to swab her tongue up and down the delicious hole at the center. Their eyes never break as the gorgeous teen cow jabs and twists her mouth muscle into the slit. “Next, girls,” Josie manages to say with a hesitant whimper, reluctantly cupping the side of Belle’s face and beckoning her to stand and gather some more of the equipment beside the wading pool. ‘The nipple tubes must be fitted correctly to gather milk.”

Belle finds the tubes without much trouble. Each one is a long wine glass shape with a hose at the end to allow the free flow of warm cow milk into the containers nearby. Taking them in hand, she hefts each of Josie’s breasts one by one and opens her lips around the milk dripping nipples. Josie’s pink buds are soft and squishy, like oversized marshmallows. The tiniest tug on them causes a river of delicious milk to slosh across Belle’s tongue and down her throat. She feels her cock jump with each mouthful that she is fed. And once she has properly greased each of Josie’s hot nubs, she fits them one by one into the milking tubes.