Corporate Type
Chapter 30
You slid off the counter and walked over to the old man, stopping before him
with arms held wide and hands clasped behind your head as if asking for someone
to notice your breasts. He was not interested in those breasts though. "Place
one of your feet on the chair seat to your left." He said.
As you struggled to balance and while lifting one leg you realized that the
position widened the space showing your pussy lips. Your pussy was exposed and
clearly accessible to him now.
He shuffled his chair over and leaned closer making you feel very uncomfortable.
When he placed his skinny fingers on your lips and pulled them apart your eyes
watered in shame. One of those scrawny fingers penetrated you, feeling around
for the sausage. Warm rush came over you as you knew that your pussy flowed with
female secretions that should have made his probing easier.
It seemed that he was having difficulty finding the thing because he kept
feeling and digging deeper, acting frustrated? Then he said, "I am going to have
to use a table knife to locate it, perhaps it went in too deep!"
That comment alarmed you, until you saw his hand turn the long thick table knife
handle so that it would penetrate you first. Then he inserted it at the same
time wiggling it around. Your watery eyes met the cold eyes of his wife, but she
didn't seem interested in your precarious dilemma.
Suddenly the man exclaimed, "Ah, ha, I have it now - the thing is so slippery."
You looked down and felt so used when his fingers withdrew the morsel, and then
holding it in his hand he looked at its slick coating. However your stomach
rolled when he lifted it up and said, "Suck it clean!" He held it to your mouth
and expected you to open for it.
However you almost vomited when he did that and spoke carefully, "Please Sir, I
don't think I can do that."
The old man reached out and pinched one of your pussy lips viciously, saying,
"You have no option." "Do it!"
As you whimpered from the pain, he generated you looked around for some support
but turned back to him when you felt the slimy piece of meat touch your lips.
He gave a forceful push and your teeth felt it, causing you to open your mouth
and allow him to push it inside.
You choked in tears as you tasted yourself on that sausage begrudgingly wrapping
your tongue around it, then sucking with closed lips. You couldn't describe the
taste but it wasn't anything you would want to describe anyway. The old man
pulled the sausage out of your mouth and took a bit from it, saying, "It sure is
warm!"
You heard some commotion at the door and you saw a woman enter, who like you was
clearly naked. She wore only a small belt around her waist, and a collar around
her thin neck. The woman was being led by a man. The man reached out
disconnected his leash from her collar, and stood back. Two clothed waitresses'
came from the kitchen rolling a large piece of furniture amongst the tables. It
resembled a waist-high wine barrel, a large circular hole cut in the top.
The woman was led to the large barrel. After climbing into the barrel, her hands
were handcuffed to her collar behind her head. The woman's long hair was bound
up behind her head. Then one of them took a washcloth and began to wash the
woman's huge breasts. The woman had a thin frame causing the size of her mammary
glands to appear even larger. When the woman had finished washing her breasts,
both women left. Alost immediately a couple people stood and walked over to the
woman in the barrel with glasses in their hands.
They each stood near a breast and began to express milk from the woman into
their glasses. You looked on in amazement as their glasses began to get full and
couldn't help but wonder how she felt having to stand like that with strangers
her milking her in front of other people. You were even more shocked when the
people finished and the woman cheerfully said, "Thank you so much, please come
back again!" Then she stood still again. More people stood and walked up to her
with glasses and did the same.
Your watching was interrupted when someone near you demanded you bring some
coffee. After finding a coffee pot and pouring him some, the gentleman didn't
take the cup, but said, "Go get a couple squirts of her milk in my cup!"
You just about dropped as his command sank in. However you walked and stood as
the next person in line and waited your turn. The woman's eyes were glassy and
bright and she seemed delighted to have herself milked. You saw the hands of the
person milking her grasping her nipple and pulling it out, while squeezing and
then multiple streams of milk splashed into their glass. Both her breasts were
giving milk at the same time and the woman was looking down with interest
herself.
When it was your turn, you carefully took her nipple and held it between your
finger and thumb pointing it toward the coffee cup. The woman seemed willing to
assist you by leaning forward so her breast had a more natural hang, nearly
dipping into the cup. She was patient with you as you fuddled at first trying to
pull and squeeze yet not getting any results. The woman spoke in a cheery voice,
"Ms, if you grasp farther up on my areola, and then squeeze as you slide your
finger and thumb down to the nipple you'll get more milk." You were embarrassed
to have her speak to you and blushed, but you took her advice milked her that
way. While milk flowed freely from her red nipple she moaned quietly. Your
finger and thumb repeated the motion four more times and after you released the
nipple, the woman spoke loudly, "Thank you so much, please come back again!" In
her eyes you saw her sincereness.
You hurried back to the man with his coffee and placed it on the counter in
front of him. Before you could step away, his hand grasped your breast from
underneath and held you. You looked at his face and he was smiling as he
squeezed and squeezed your heavy breast. As your eyes remain locked, you felt
his hand move and he grasped your nipple, using the same actions you had on the
woman, he was milking you! Your pussy became hot and your nipple grew sizeably.
His manipulations didn't stop, instead he placed his coffee on the counter and
he used both hands. Now both your nipples were long and excited. "Are you
thirsty?" He asked while keeping his eyes locked to yours.
You felt very thirsty but also turned on, and replied softly, "Yes, Sir."
His hands left your breasts and when they did you felt empty.
He said, "Go to the woman and drink from her right breast!" His words were loud
enough for everyone to hear and you noticed heads turn to look at you. It was
humiliating to have to walk back to that woman and perform his command but you
had to do it.
When you stood before her she smiled at you and said softly, "Enjoy yourself,
this is my job, drink until you are satisfied!"
Her huge breast hung low and you had to both bend over a little and use your
hands to lift her huge breast closer. Her brown areola was about five inches in
diameter and the red nipple long and hard. You placed your mouth over it and
drew in gently. The amount of milk that flowed into your mouth was incredible
and it was warm. The second draw produced as much as the first, and it slid down
your throat. While you drew in, the woman moaned softly and you saw hands appear
next to you grasping her other nipple. When you quenched your thirst, you stood
upright letting her breast go as you looked at the person milking her other
breast.
It was the older woman and she said, "I believe he said drink, so until she is
empty, drink!" She had a frown on her face and you quickly looked over to the
man at the counter but he was preoccupied so you had to decide. Should you
listen to her or stop and walk away?
You took one step backward and the woman's tiny hand grabbed your breast and
squeezed hard, "I said drink!"
That was enough to let you know that you were going to have to do it. So you
positioned yourself once more in front of her right breast and lifted it placing
your mouth over the nipple. Another draw, and another, filled your mouth with
warm substance. The woman you were nursing from sighed, and the old woman
continued to fill her glass.
The old woman had filled her glass and set it on the top of the barrel. You saw
her and then felt as her hands grasped your hanging breasts. "Such a pity these
don't give milk yet isn't it?" "Perhaps you could learn from this woman how much
better off you will be if you sign up to become a milking woman."
Hearing that made you mad yet afraid at the same time. Seems everyone wanted you
to become a milk maid. As you drank you thought. It was something you just could
imagine, having your breast's fill up and grow so large they become heavy
flopping around while people nursed and squeezed whenever they wanted to. No,
that was not for you.
You drank and drank, as more people came to her left breast and filled their
glasses, a great number of them also spoke to you about becoming a milk maid.
Soon you became full and your tummy being bent was getting harder. If this woman
kept giving milk you would burst, or so you thought.
On and on time passed and after a long time you couldn't drink anymore, and
stood taking your mouth off the breast and looked to the person next to you.
"Sir, may I please go to the bathroom?" You asked timidly and quietly. The
gentleman frowned and looked down between your legs before saying, "You have to
be escorted."
As soon as he said that one of the clothed women came over and connected a thin
cord to your pussy ring, and said "Place your hands behind your neck, elbows
out!" Then she pulled you along toward a bathroom.
People looked at you as you walked, keeping your knee's wide and feet
unnaturally apart.
In the bathroom the woman told you to stand with your breasts against the wall.
You could hear her doing something in a cabinet over the sink but didn't look.
The woman stood behind you and said, "Turn around and spread your legs widely,
and squat!" She held something in her hand.
Keeping your hands on your neck you widened your knees first and then wiggled
your feet making your stance as wide as possible. You now squatted leaning
against the wall. Your eyes were watching the things in the hands of the woman.
The woman spoke again, "I am going to insert a catheter inside you." "It should
slide in easily unless you bear down and try to pee." "When the catheter is in,
we inflate a tiny bulb so the catheter doesn't slip out, don't move til I say
so!"
You felt utterly humiliated at having to display yourself like this and have
someone perform this unhuman act while you squatted in the bathroom! After
separating your pussy lips, fingers explored between them until you felt the
tube going inside. It felt huge but you saw it was actually thin. The woman
pushed upward and you felt a burn as it rubbed up into your bladder. She stopped
pushing, took some white tape and taped a large long plastic bag to your thigh
just above your knee. When the woman finished taping, she stood up and grasped
you by the arm and walked you into the cubicle. She positioned you between the
wall and the commode instead of allowing you to sit. Then as she held the end of
the tube she took a tiny clamp off much higher up on the tube. Your bodily fluid
flowed out of you and thru the tube hitting the water in the commode and
splashing loudly. She only let a little fluid out before clamping the tube
again.
Then she walked you out of the lady's room and pushed you into the mens room.
The men turned when they saw you!
