As Jon sucked on my tit I was amazed how quick the feeling of fullness subsided. Accompanied by a wave of relaxation. I didn't want to get milked, but it was badly needed. How did i forget about the milking wish?
Jon pulled back from me, the leaking of milk from my nipple had stopped but it still felt full. We both looked at Karyn, her massive face tit was leaking a steady trickle of milk. She was massaging the bloated breast with her hand trying to relieve the pressure. Jon just chuckled at the sight. "Don't tell me you forgot the wish as well Karyn? You can only be milked others sucking your breast. Follow me both of you."
We followed Jon to the large building. Karyn leaving a milk trail behind her. Upon approach to the building two large doors slid open to the side. We entered a large hall, filled with women standing silently in a long line. Along the wall were images of women being milked by men through the ages.
I didn't want to go stand in line, it looked like it would take ages. To my surprise however Jon walked past the line to the other side where a small desk was located. As we followed him past the line I felt more aware then ever at how large my ass was, i felt like everyone was looking at me. Above the desk there was a sign. "Reservations." The guy behind the desk just finished helping another pair who were taken away by a women dressed in a outfit consisting or a very short skirt and a tight fitting shirt with a checkered pattern. Red suspenders were attached to her skirt, with one loose resting on her hip and one on her shoulder. Her blond hair was tied in pigtails. She looked like a stereotypical hot farmers daughter.
As Karyn and I stared at her leading the previous pair away Jon spoke with the guy behind the desk.
"I have a reservation for two on the name of Jon."
The guy looked like your typical clerk. Dressed in neat clothes with a nametag identifying him as "Brad".
Brad looked at his computer.
"No problem sir, someone will be right with you."
As Brad motioned us to the side I suddenly wondered when Jon made this reservation. He said he didn't know what to do today earlier in the morning. Was he messing with us? I yearned for my stone.
After a minute another women showed up. Dressed in the same outfit as the last, but with brown hair. She was very lucky in the breasts department having only 2 large pairs on her chest and 1 on her face. She held a tablet in 1 hand and motioned us to follow her with the other. She had a nametag on one breast. "Sally"
We followed her through a door into a large hallway. There was a row of doors on one side with windows on the other side. As we walked past the windows i saw a large hall filled many women standing around a giant machine. Countless hoses came out of the machine and went down to the women. Was that a milker?
Finally we arrived at a door with the number 200 attached to the wall to the side. She unlocked the door. We stepped inside what looked like a very cosy living room. A machine much like the giant machine in the large room was flanked by two very comfortable looking leather chair. A large screen tv was set up across the two chairs. In the corner was a table with several magazines and a recliner chair for a third person.
Sally glanced at her tablet and hiked up her skirt showing off her shaved pussy. "Is this your first time here?" she slurred as her labia moved as she spoke. To me it looked both freakish and arousing at the same time.
We nodded. Sally motioned to the two chairs, "Those are for you." She walked to the machine and grabbed a hose, showing it to us. At the end of the hose was what looked like a mouth, complete with two convincing looking lips.Jon burst out laughing at the sight of it.
Sally looked annoyed at him before continuing, "place these on your nipple and switch. The machine will bleep when it is finished." She motioned at the tv. "As stress is good for the milk production we have several thriller or horror movies available. You can also play games using the controllers in the kabinet over there."
"Any questions?" I suddenly felt a trickle of milk running over my breast, the explanation was making me nervous.
"No questions." Jon replied.
Sally looked at us. "Are y.." "Quiet." Jon interrupted.
Sally's jaw was still moving to finish the sentence, but her labia weren't moving and no sound came out.
"I said we had no questions. Leave us." I looked at Jon, the giant tent in his pants was back.
Sally dropped her skirt and shot Jon an annoyed look, but quickly left.
Jon looked at us. "So how will we go about this." A glint in his eye just made us more nervous. Karyn's clothes were soaked at the front from all the milk she had been leaking. Making her already see through clothes even more transparent.
