As with part two, this makes no sense without reading part one first.
This episode includes female domination and a transgender theme.
Part one: https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1011894
Part two: https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1013225
The high yield section was located at the far end of the lower floor, and although Ellen was new to this business the experience of walking past row upon row of men being industrially milked was enough of an experience to give her some perspective on the contrast between the two. Annelise showed her through the solid double doors at the end and they entered an area with a significantly different feel to it. The violet lighting in the corridor beyond was subdued, but it was illuminated by the bright white light shining through form a series of glass-fronted cabins, each occupied by just one man, attended to by a whole team of women. “They’re waiting for us in number three, they’ll show you all that you need to know”.
As the glass panel door slid electronically open, and they stepped into the temperature and humidity-controlled environment, Ellen didn’t know which way to look - at the striking red haired woman waiting to greet them or at the magnificent specimen of a man, neatly strapped up on all fours in a much more luxurious version of the contraptions out on the factory floor. The door slid quietly closed behind them, and the effective sound-proofing then also became evident as the noise from the outside was abruptly silenced. Annelise made the introductions then left Ellen with Bella, who proceeded to explain everything, as she had obviously done many times before.
“So welcome to high yield. This is where we produce our premium product for the luxury market. I say luxury - obviously not everyone is wealthy enough to afford their own stable and have it fresh every day like yourself but this is certainly the next best thing. So the machines are all well and good, and very efficient but our research showed that a little more personal attention dramatically increases the yield and the quality but it is very labour intensive. You may have learned in biohistory that early twenty-first century males could produce rather small quantities at one go, then they were unable to go again for quite some time. If you work these bulls well and keep them hydrated you can produce upwards of a couple of litres an hour, so long as they can stand the orgasms. It takes a bit of training.”
Ellen was half listening, half fascinated by the scene before her wide eyes.
“These girls have passed a rigorous selection process, and we only take the best.” Meaning, you got in here because you’re mum is well-connected but we won’t mention that bit. “Irina has rather small hands”, the very petite young woman with the short mousey bob looked up from her stool, next to the bull’s hind legs and grinned, “but she beat the cum out of the twelve cocks at her selection panel so comprehensively that she was actually invited to stay behind and finger bang the head of the selection panel when they’d finished”. Irina did indeed have small hands, and an impish little face, so innocent looking. I wonder where she learned her trade mused Ellen and she remained mesmerised by what she was witnessing.
Irina’s job was to milk the cum directly from his cock into the receptacle beneath. Perhaps the more comfortable position from which to achieve this would have been sitting behind him, between his knees, but the position was taken by Skye. Skye was big - in every way. Beautiful Skye. Hair as red as Bella’s, big Amazonian breasts, muscular thighs and big, muscular buttocks. Red was definitely Ellen’s favourite colour and she was briefly distracted by a fantasy of being sandwiched between Skye and Bella. The most striking thing about Skye though was the big white cock strapped to her, the white straps curving round above her hips, with a further strap disappearing between the cheeks of her bottom.
“So we found that an anal probe to stimulate their glands makes them cum more often and dramatically increases the volume. The mechanical probes used on the machines work well, but for the best results you need a big strong girl like Skye to, not to put too fine a point on it, fuck them up the arse. Good rhythm makes all the difference too and Skye here can deliver a right good pounding once she gets into her stride”. Skye beamed at them and stroked her dildo menacingly while squeezing a dollop of lubricant over the bull’s anus.
Ellen felt certain that she would benefit from a good pounding from Skye. She wouldn’t need no fake lube either.
Their attention drifted from one end of the bull to the other, where a chair was placed in front of his head. On it sat Pollyanna. Dainty, girly, vain little Pollyanna, her strawberry blonde locks curled to perfection, pink glossy lipstick, nails manicured to within an inch of their lives. The bull’s face was buried in Pollyanna’s crotch, and her legs were wrapped around his neck. She giggled and squealed - “ooh, he’s such a naughty little munchkin. He’s only supposed to sniff, not to lick, aaah we haven’t even started the demo yet..ooh”. Her knickers were on the floor beside the stool.
“Pollyanna was recommended to us after she took part in a study at the university. They’d never seen such a strong Fazia effect. When she goes for a break we just use her panties on him instead. Okay ladies, off you go”
A nod and a wink from from Skye then she turned, grabbed her cock and gently penetrated him. He flinched as the dildo slid up into his rectum. His head went down, Pollyanna squealed again, then Skye began to fuck him, gently at first but building up to a steady pace. Irina waited patiently till the signs began to appear that he was ready, then she oiled her palm and began to milk. His cock looked quite large to Ellen and she thought she would have trouble getting that into her mouth, especially with the big bulbous end, and would probably end up like Francesca, getting a facefull as she struggle to get the tip between her lips before he exploded . Irina deftly end expertly worked up and down the shaft and squeezed and rubbed the tip, paying particular attention she noticed to the skin on the underside of the tip. After a couple of minutes the bull groaned loudly, and his whole body tensed into a spasm before the cum began to pump from his cock, while Irina, with perfect rhythm and timing, continued to milk. On and on it came, squirting into the receptacle like milk from a cow’s teat, only thicker and more voluminous. Skye fucked him harder, the definition in the muscles of her thighs and buttocks unmistakeable. Ellen lost track of time but eventually the cum was drained and the bull was given respite from his prolonged orgasm as the milking stopped and Skye withdrew, stroking him and patting him on the buttock as she did so. Good boy.
“Okay, so we’ll let him recover from that one then you can have a go at milking”.
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“One large glass of Château Beauvoix, two vodka blues and three cum shots please”
“I’ll warm those up for you and bring them over - on the tab?”
Laura balanced the three drinks between her hands and made her way back to their table in the centre of the bar, where her friend and girlfriend waited among the glasses, empty save for the melting ice cubes. Saturday night was young yet, and they had only just got started.
“So does it work if you eat your own?” pressed the ever inquisitive Anna. Sherry rolled her eyes and Laura apologised to her girlfriend. “I’m so sorry, she is so embarrassing at times.
“It’s fine”, Sherry sighed, “I’m used to it. It ranks third after ‘do you have black blood too’ and ‘can I touch your hair’. It’s no to all three, before you ask. Don’t be so dim - it’s like saying can you catch a cold from yourself”.
“Don’t worry about it, she’s just jealous of your cock”. Anna pulled a face at Laura and stuck her tongue out like a toddler.
“Have you ever thought of getting a job as a bull fucker?”
“Anna, can it will you or we’ll take you home and tag team you till you beg us to stop”.
Anna was joking, in her usual uninhibited style, the social hand grenade always ready to ask what everyone else is thinking but knows not to, but the truth was that trans women were quite sought after in the bioextractor industry. Penetrating the bulls with a real cock was even more effective than using an artificial one. Nevertheless, Sherry wasn’t interested in that kind of job. Well, she was sure she wasn’t. Though the lady on the phone was very persuasive. You know, perhaps it wouldn’t do any harm to go along and see what was what, no obligation and all that.
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