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Milk Maid Inns
🕑 Added 2025-09-30 19:29:55 +0000 UTC"Welcome Home, Mistress! You're favorite milking stool is ready. Would you like a fresh raspberry scone? I made them just for you." Mooed the blonde holstaur. Like all the 'Milk Maids' at Milk Maid Inns, the newest, hottest, cafe-slash-bookstore-slash-Breastaurant in town, Inga Plumpsterson's breasts were on full display, completely spilling out of her French maid's uniform. She pushed her milky mammaries up, balancing a tray of fresh, buttery, raspberry scones on top of them as she smiled at the newcomer.
But Uschi Mjolkatit was too titterpated to hear a single word Inga said, all she could focus on were the dozens of full, soft, gorgeous milk filled holstaur udders that dangled from the ceiling above. Each one a sumptuous feast, their areolas ranging from soft pinks to chocolaty browns.
The catgirl's mouth watered and a jolt of electricity coiled itself from her lap up to her tummy. It was true, she liked boys....but she loved tits! And here they were, all for her!
From below, Uschi could hear the soft mooing and chatter of the bovine women above her head. Delicate hooves pranced between nude, prone bodies that lounged on cushioned mats as slender tails with tufted ends swayed and swished, udders hanging through pillowed blue satin-lined holes cut in the ceiling above, allowing those tender teats to dangle like fresh, milk filled fruit.
Uschi took her seat on a red leather 'milking' stool that Inga was motioning towards, her sweater dress riding high so her smooth thighs caressed the supple leather.
Inga looked up to see that the catgirl had chosen Julie, identifiable from her smooth, alabaster skin and full, pouty, petal pink nipples. "An excellent choice, mistress. Julie hasn't been milked yet today, so she will be absolutely brimming with breastmilk. Here we go!"
Inga's hoof came down on a petal at the base of the stool, sending Uschi ever upwards towards that canopy of gently jiggling jugs.
Her big blue eyes widened as she watched the pearlescent beads of milk actually forming on Julie's teat, then falling downwards, splashing on her upturned cheek.
"Hrmmm-er-umpll-mmmm!" was all she could get out, her heart beating furiously in her chest, her vision blurring as adrenaline surged through her nubile body.
When the stool finally came to stop, Uschi reached out, grabbing not only Julie's pale, moon sized boob, but the equally massive tanned one beside it, pulling the hefty hooter to her cheek as she squeezed Julie's rosy areola.
Almost immediately, a jet of warm, creamy sweet breastmilk erupted from the holstaurs right nipple, her left tit letting down milk sympathetically.
Uschi's eyes crossed, she rubbed her ass into the leather seat, knowing she'd leave a puddle of lust, and not caring in the least.
She let the milky ducts fill up again, smooshing the warm, tan pillowy tit fiercely against her face. "Mmmm...sooo good!" she cooed, sticking out her tongue to catch the breastmilk as it arced through the air, her body bouncing with so much glee that her tits actually tumbled out of the massive hole in her Japanese-style sweater, her bare breasts joining the chorus of milky hymns to the Goddess of pleasure and breasts.
Uschi was in heaven, though she felt kinda bad about breaking her promise to Mrs. Boobalickski, about how she would never give any money to Tiddy Dippers newest competition. But wasn't it really Mrs. Boobalickski's fault for not letting her drink from those swollen Milf tits all the time, whenever she wanted, she rationalized. She didn't feel bad anymore.
From above, Uschi also ignored a slight wincing sound. It was Julie. "Ooooh!" she moaned to her friend, the tanned holstaur, "This one's a squeezer!"
Congratulations to North525 for coming up with absolutely epic idea! I went all in on this absolute dream cafe!
And I'd just like to point out that in reality, the floor would be MUCH thicker, but I drew it slim to make sure we could get see as much of the milking beauties as possible.
Life, Love and Titties!
Comments
UDDERS Comix
'Service the dispensers!' XD XD
David Rudisill
That's a different kind of milking table than I've seen in Western porn. Uschi can get her mail delivered there, she ain't leaving. I'll belly up to the bar with Uschi, then go upstairs and service the dispensers. It's an honest living. Great work on this fantasy Uschi and I share.
O4rfish
The Victorians could never have imagined some of the benefits of materials science, even if "thinner sturdier floors" seems like an obvious concept.
