Milking Day ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 27 yr. old Jenny Maester's eyes fluttered open as the sunlight poured into her room. She shook her head and slowly sat up, a soft, high-pitched yawn escaping her full, sweet lips. The warm sunlight shone off her cute, youthful face, her smooth creamy skin reflecting such wondrous beauty. Her emerald eyes were radiant in the light. She stretched her arms up above her head once more, shaking her head and humming to herself as she threw the blanket from her body and swung out of bed to her feet. She took a brief moment to stretch her legs, straightening the bright blue, half moon decorated pajama pants she wore. She stood up straight with a whimsical yet relaxed smile, and strode to the washroom, stepping out of the pajamas as she went. The warm water of the shower felt so wonderful rolling down her flesh. She deftly washed her tiny, slender frame, sudsy water rolling between her round, soft tits, both of them hanging like huge, fleshy pendulums as she bent to wash her thighs and calves. A gentle purr vibrated her throat as she rinsed herself, wisps of steam rising from her flesh as the hot water washed away the suds, then stepped out to dry herself off. "Milking day.... oh what a wonderful day," she remarked to herself, a gleeful, giddy tone coming to her voice. She swiftly yet neatly brushed her long raven locks, tying them into a flowing ponytail, brushing her teeth to a gleaming, welcoming grin. Her body naked but for a pair of rubber gloves generously soaked in warm, flavored oils, she strode out of her home, nestled at the edge of a forest in the countryside. The day was fantastic.... very warm, a gentle breeze welcoming her to the outdoors, flowing across her naked flesh. She giggled to herself. "Life is so so good .... and this day ...." She turned to a small, cottage like building, a single door and window decorating it. "Is about to get so much better." Jenny was a working girl, employed by a top grocery store franchise's marketing committee for her down-to-earth wit and creative genius. She was successful, but was still in need of that lil something to push her over the edge and into true success and riches. She stopped at the side of the cottage and picked up in her arms 7 large jars, each of them easily gallon and a half capacity. Humming a tender happy song in her heart, she strode through the door quietly into the lushly carpeted, one room cottage. On a cozy bed in the corner, chained by his neck to the wall, lay the naked form of a young man. "My beloved, beautiful, sexy stud of a homunculus .... " she sighed as she admired his sleeping form. His body was tall and slender, taut and tightly muscled. He could easily snap the chain about his neck, but he seemed comfortable in his bondage. His face was clean-shaven, defined but smooth as silk, slightly pale but still gorgeous. His blonde hair, slightly russled, was long and thick, hanging down his back like a great lion's mane. Lying between his legs, rested lazily on his thigh, was the long, heavy, thick slab of meat that was his cock, easily 9 inches long even in its resting state. Jenny shuddered, a chill traveling up her spine as she moved toward him. She quietly sat the jars down near the bed, and then raised one of her legs up and onto the bed, standing so her cunt, its soft, moist pink flesh open and exposed, was roughly a few inches above her stud's face. Her hand slid down to her clit and began rubbing, pinching and rolling the tiny nub viciously, her eyes traversing over his frame, stopping at that gorgeous member. Her body tensed as she felt herself getting wetter. Her eyes finally found his, just as they were opening. Oh, those eyes: the brightest, clearest blue imaginable. Gorgeous and hypnotic, unthreatening and so gently kind. The sweet smell of her pussy had awakened him, and from only its musky scent, aroused him as well. His cock now stood massively erect, near 14 inches in length, it's thick shaft bulging with pulsing, throbbing veins. He sat up just a bit, and Jenny bent down, kissing his lips sweetly. "It's milking day, my sweet one," she whispered to him.