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Hidden behind a gate was a sprawling mansion. While the house's many maids were seen coming and going with some regularity, few knew that the master of the house was still in elementary school. Ricky Ayrshire came into possession of the house when his step-father bought a second house for his second family, specifying that his son was to take over in his place. The house had a basement and two more floors above that, the kind of place that would have been called a palace if it had been built in Europe a few centuries earlier. Young Ricky was a man with tastes beyond his years. Of the things his step-father had left behind was a stash of vintage porn magazines, awakening the young man's curiosity about sex.
The Ayrshire mansion was staffed entirely by maids aged from 15 to 35. The step-father's taste in women had been passed down to the son, and all of them had enormous breasts. Massive, jiggling, swaying tits that bounded out of their clothes, to where young Ricky requested that they walk around with their shirts unbuttoned, exposing them, whenever it was just him inside the house. The biggest breasts in the house belonged to the head maid, who was also his mother. Stephanie had never officially married his step-father, but she had given birth to him after he knocked her up in a fit of breast-induced passion. Ricky was a boy of simple pleasures, but when he came home from elementary school, he turned into a different person.
The young man would go around without pants on, taking out his cock. Surrounded by older women with breasts bigger than his head, his cock sprang to life with the same passion as his step-father's. He groped and sucked at their breasts every day. Because of their enormous tits, the maids could all lactate without pregnancy. The young master had been wet nursed by all of them, and their milk had made his cock grow up big and strong. It was the size of an adult's cock on a child's body, sticking up straight and tall, bouncing with sweaty steps when he marched around the house. To satisfy his urges with the milking maids, young master Ayrshire requested that they have a game to mark the beginning of spring every year. Spring had come once again, and with his twelfth birthday a few weeks away, it was time for him to call the annual Milk Survival Game.
He opened the armory. Inside were a collection of modified water guns. The loading mechanism for the reservoir was hooked up to a pair of breast pumps that drew out the ammo from the maid's bosom directly into the gun. The maids themselves knew. While all of them were far along the alphabet in their breast size, size alone did not determine who could produce the most milk. Some water guns were designed for shooting closer, shorter sprays, while others could fire off long arcs. All of it while sucking on the nipples of the maids, drawing out their weapon. Those who wished to still have enough to breastfeed the master afterward had to think carefully about how they fought. Their breasts could only produce so much, no matter how much they held it back.
The maids were divided into two teams of ten, drawn at random. The entire grounds of the mansion was theirs to fight on. Lined up and facing each other like a pair of rival sports teams, the maids wielded their water guns like a trained army, the suction cups hooked up to their breasts, already pumping them to provide a steady stream of ammo. Lana, the flattest girl among the maids, confidently fired a squirt from her gun, wasting some of her milk just to show off. She claimed that she had so much milk that she could waste a shot and still win. The maids waited for their orders from their master.
Ricky was seated in the centrally located control room. Monitors were stacked on top of each other, showing him quick views at anywhere and everywhere in the mansion, including the bathrooms. His mother wasn't participating. She had won these games when they were played long ago, but now was watching her boy. She sat in the chair as Ricky watched the game, resting his head between her breasts and sucking on her milk when he got bored. His mother had her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him to keep him hard. Watching the maids squirt themselves dry for the sake of getting to be with him was their favorite time of year.
"You know the rules," Ricky said. "If you run out of milk, you're disqualified. You can take two hits to your body, but a shot on your pussy, your butt or your mouth means you're disqualified. Only one maid will get the honor of tending to my cock. Let the games... begin!"
Each of the maids' headdresses was equipped with a chip woven into the fabric that let Ricky see where they were on the digital map of the house, located in the center of the monitors. Though the maids had split into teams, when the numbers ran low, it only determined if they were going to be fighting off friends or foes. Friendly fire would disqualify the person who made the shot until the number of maids dropped to five, at which point it turned into a free for all. The maids scattered, with some going up the stairs to the second or third floor, and others heading out into the garden.
Those who lingered in the foyer too long were the first to be taken out. The most feared of the maids, second only to Ricky's mother, was Jessica. A tanned, short-haired maid with muscular abs. Her breasts had torn several of her aprons from being unable to tie them properly, and she had personally trained in using them as a blunt weapon. With carefully aimed shots, she took out three of the maids. Each shot of milk from her water gun was accompanied by a moan, the only signal of her presence. Her skirt flipped up as she walked through the hallway, revealing her panties. Jessie the Sniper, as she was known, planned to take out her targets inside the house before she went outside.
Eliza diverted from the others and hid out in the kitchen. She was the fattest of the maids, with a round, pudgy belly from serving as the official taste tester of the kitchen staff. She hid behind the alfresco in the kitchen looking out into the dining room. While she waited, she pumped her water gun, drawing out more milk from her ample breasts and filling her ammo to the maximum. She fired a warning shot across the kitchen when she heard footsteps approaching. Her moans from the squirt of her milk drew the attention of another maid from the opposing team.
The door creaked. One of the maids was camping out in the pantry. Eliza quickly turned around and fired a shot over the kitchen counter, taking out another maid who was approaching with a well-timed shot to the butt. She knew if she went to the pantry, she would have to deal with fighting in a confined space. There would be no escape. It was walking into a duel that one of them was bound to lose. She sloshed her milk around inside the gun's reservoir, and opened the door to the pantry. In a flash, she lifted the bottom of her dress, exposing her fat belly and bumping into the maid camping out inside the pantry. The maid was knocked onto her ass. She picked up her gun and fired a shot, aiming at the biggest target she could find.
Eliza had taken a shot to her belly, but she was still in the game. She backed away from the pantry, firing a shot between the maid's legs onto her panties. She was eliminated from the game. With the kitchen clear, Eliza opened the fridge and drank directly from the milk carton. It wouldn't replenish her milk, but it felt good. She left the kitchen with a milk mustache and plenty of milk to spare inside her water gun. The mansion was vast, and there were plenty of nooks and crannies for the maids to hide.
The basement was another place to hide. The redhead Rose, the newest maid to join, was walking around the basement. Her eyes had already adjusted to the dark. The basement served mostly as storage. Shelves and shelves of boxes containing the family's history, dating back decades. There could be maids lurking around any corner, and she could be taken out at any moment. Rose felt the suction cups tugging at her breasts, drawing out milk from her nipples. It was her first time participating in one of these games, and every step felt like she was on the verge of cumming. Orgasming wouldn't take her out of the game, but it would make her a sitting duck for the other maids.
She quickly turned around, hearing the door to the laundry chute open in the basement. A slender maid popped out, firing shots rapidly from her water gun. She was eating through her ammo, not caring. All she wanted to do was win. Rose ducked, disappearing into the darkness out of the laundry maid's line of sight. She sat on top of the dryer, and fired a shot into the laundry chute. Two quick shots hit each of the maid's breasts, taking her out of the game in an instant. Rose felt the dryer buzzing below her, and moved her pussy over to the edge. In the silence of the basement, she was going to masturbate to help refill her weapon.
The stairway leading to the second floor was patrolled by Jen and Jane, a pair of twins who were each other's body doubles. Each of them only had one cup hooked up to their breasts, leaving their other nipple exposed. They were using small water guns in the shape of handguns. When they ran out, they would restock with each other's breast milk. As twins, they shared everything, including each other's tits. They could fire off in sync without speaking aloud to each other, able to provide cover. They had taken out several maids for their team, keeping the entrance to the second floor walled off from this side of the house.
The third floor was protected by a maid from the opposite team, claiming the attic and the uppermost spaces for herself. Mari was the only one of the maids who was pregnant. She was bearing Ricky's child, having gotten the honor of riding his cock in a previous game. Being pregnant meant her milk flow was double that of the other maids, her swollen and dark nipples filling it up. She had a milk cannon that could fire off heavy streams like they were coming out of a fire hydrant. She conserved her shots, because one shot from her weapon made her cum hard.
The outdoor teams of maids were being picked off one by one. The garden, and its central gazebo, and the nearby pool were the main features of the backyard. One maid had been camping out in the pool supply shed. She was quickly taken out. Momoko and Anna were the two maids keeping an eye on the garden. Momoko was a Japanese maid who was skilled in maid training, but unfamiliar with guns. Anna was a dark-skinned maid with a large butt. While her ass was a prominent target, she knew how to aim her shots for the most sensitive spots on a maid's body with precision.
Shortly after the game had begun, there was one maid who went for tactics that no other maid employed. Vida was an exhibitionist. While she wore her maid clothes when guests were visiting, and kept her headdress on for the sake of the game, she was otherwise naked. She had drawn across her body with paint, emphasizing her breasts, her butt cheeks, and her hairy pussy. She was the hairiest of the maids, and her overgrown bush served as a target, drawing attention away from the other maids. She ran around the house naked like a berserker, having just taken out several maids near the poolside. She partnered up with another eccentric maid.
Cathy was in the game for the love of milk. She wished she had been among the first maids taken out, because she loved drinking breast milk. She was the youngest of the maids, being only a few years older than Master Ricky himself, and had grown up sharing Ricky's mother's breast milk. It had turned her into a breast milk fanatic. She wanted the other maids to squirt their white bounty in her mouth, but she settled for becoming a milk vampire. She preferred two shots to the back, taking out the maids and sucking on their breasts until they were dry. She could be heard by the sound of milk sloshing in her belly, and the burps she made as she walked.
They entered the foyer after scouting the hallways. One maid had been hiding out in Master Ricky's bedroom, sniffing his sheets and masturbating to his scent. He slept in the nude, and his cock scent was soaked into the bedding. She had refused to wash it so she could breathe that musky smell in during the game. While it made her nipples leak and gave her enough ammo, she was easy to take out with a well-placed shot. The warm milk hit her clit, making her cum all over Ricky's sheets. In the foyer, a maid was lying on the floor, her suction cups removed from her breasts and milk dribbling down from her forehead.
Cathy licked her lips and moved in to suck her breasts. To her surprise, while her water gun was full, her breasts were empty. Cathy tugged and sucked at her breasts while Vida watched. She wasn't getting a single drop. All she tasted was the salt of sweat. "This doesn't make sense. Someone's already drained her boobs."
"We have to be careful," said Vida. "If you see anyone, charge in and suck their milk for me."
They found the twins guarding their posts. Vida's naked tactics were enough to make the twins miss their shots, despite her body being open. Vida took a shot to her shoulder, enough to mark her down for one hit, but not yet out of the game. She moved beneath Jen's pussy, sticking the nozzle of her water gun up her slit and firing a blast of milk inside. Jen's headdress beeped, and she was removed from the game. Cathy moved in to suck her milk dry so Jane couldn't rely on her sister's backup milk supply.
Vida jumped up, launching a blast of her warm, creamy milk towards Jane's mouth. Jane swallowed the tasty milk, and was left defeated on the floor. The pathway to the second story was clear. The longer the game went on, the more the suction cups sucked on the maids' nipples. The game had been going for a little over an hour, and all of the maids had cum at least once. A few of the more daring ones had taken off their panties, letting their love juice drip down their thighs. It left their legs sticky and warm, but it was a sign they were closer to victory.
Cathy and Vida neared the stairway to the third floor. It was a vantage point out into the garden, and far enough out of the reach of many maids that it would provide them a tough time at being taken out. A ball of milk flew from the top of the stairs with a shot that rang out like a cannon. Mari had been putting her milk inside small bags, using them like bombs. She fired it out of her bazooka, the kickback from the weapon making her cum with a moan audible from below. The milk bag broke in midair, raining it down on Cathy's face. It dripped into her mouth, taking her out of the game.
Vida didn't see what was going on behind her. She bent over to crawl up the stairs like an animal. A blast of milk hit her in the butthole. She moaned as the milk dripped into her ass, massaging her from behind and eliminating her from the game. Jessie had waited until the second floor was open, planning to take out whatever maids were waiting there. Stepping over her targets, Jessie ran up along the wall and managed to get behind Mari, taking her out with a shot to her butt. Jessie liked hitting people in the butt.
Momoko and Anna walked into the house from the garden. They had taken out Eliza with a double shot to her flabby belly. Eliza was left in the hallway, looking to rejoin the other maids in the parlor for the final tally of who had won. As she left, she saw a slender, short figure coming down the hallway, turned into a silhouette by the sunlight coming in through the windows. The figure had twintails and a large tank strapped to her back. She tried to run, but she was too worn out from firing a heavy milk blast to deal with the double assault of Momoko and Anna. A pair of suction cups that weren't her own were strapped to her bosom and turned onto full, as the rest of her milk was forcibly pumped out, her cries of pleasure echoing down the halls.
Ricky was watching from the control room. The field had been narrowed, and only five maids remained. Momoko and Anna belonged to one team, and the rest to the other. He had been sucking on his mother's breasts every few minutes while he was watching, helping himself to another drop of pure white milk from her nipples. His mother's milk was the tastiest in the house, but he could tell the distinct scents and flavors of the other maids in a blindfolded taste test. The way her son sucked at her nipples so lewdly made her pussy wet.
As the game moved into its final act, Stephanie, his mother, lay down on the floor and spread her legs. Her leaking breasts dripped milk down the sides of her mountainous tits. She put her hands on her pussy, spreading it open and showing her son the pussy that he was born from. Her son was already as big as his step-father at a young age, and he was still growing. Ricky kept looking up at the monitors, watching the maids as he rubbed his cock against his mother's pubes. With another push, he slid his cock deep inside her.
Her pussy wrapped around him. It was tight and sticky, and a perfect fit for his cock. Ever since his step-father left, Stephanie had been relying on Ricky to fulfill her sexual needs. She loved him dearly, and every thrust through her pussy reminded her of that fact. Ricky groped her breasts, spraying jets of milk into his mouth while he thrust in and out, his balls shaking as beads of sweat rolled down his little butt. His cock was covered in a film of his mother's love juices, dripping onto her thighs as he began to go rougher. She liked it rough, wanting to be treated more as a maid than his mother. The squelching sounds mixed with the hum of the TV monitors, and Stephanie pulled her son in for a kiss on the mouth.
On the monitor, the remaining players approached. Jessie confronted Momoko and Anna in the hallway. Jessie looked through the scope of her water gun. She could shoot down either of them from this distance, but it wouldn't be sporting. No one had landed a hit on her yet. She knew the maid outfit left her back partially exposed, but she had senses that could hear someone coming from far away. She turned around, her breasts swaying. Someone had cut through the kitchen to the library, and was coming from the other side. Carrying a heavy flow gun that she had borrowed from a fallen maid, Lana laughed as she joined the other maids in the room.
"Ahahahahaha! You all thought that because I couldn't produce as much milk I would be taken out early! Serves you right!" she said. The suction cups were her own, as was the tube attached to it, but Lana had borrowed the tank from the armory, and hooked the suction cups of the maids she had defeated up to it. She was the one who had been sucking out the milk of the other maids to supplement her own meager supply, hoping it would give her the edge.
"Is that against the rules?" said Anna.
"There's nothing saying it isn't," Momoko said. "We'll have to consult Master Ricky."
"Enough talking!" said Lana. "I'm sick of coming in last place. I want to have Master Ricky's cock all to myself. His bedtime is so early, when is it my turn?"
She aimed her weapon, a milk gatling gun, in the direction of Momoko and Anna. The barrage of milky blasts hit Anna and Momoko on their outfits. The clothes didn't count, only striking exposed skin. They fell backwards onto the floor. A blast hit Momoko's pussy strong enough to make her squirt, the warm milk striking her clit. The second shot landed in Anna's mouth. She swallowed the cocktail of milk that Lana had taken from several other maids, falling into defeat. Jessie aimed her weapon towards Lana's mouth, hoping to take her out while she was laughing. Lana stumbled, losing her footing from the heavy steel tank of milk on her back.
"Is anyone left up here?" asked a voice from the basement stairs. Rose walked up the steps, adjusting to the light on the upper floor. She saw Lana's tank in the hallway ahead of her. Thinking quickly, Rose slid in the puddle of milk on the floor, getting her head underneath Lana's skirt. She pulled her panties aside and shoved the tip of her barrel inside Lana's pussy. Lana aimed her weapon at Rose's mouth. It was a staring match to see who would lose first. Rosa pressed her trigger with a smirk, and sent her hot milk inside Lana's pussy. Lana fell back onto the milk puddle, shouting to the ceiling.
"What was the point of gathering all that milk? Damn you, damn you, damn you!"
Rose and Jessica cocked their guns. Their nipples were leaking, and their pussies were still reeling from their last orgasms. They were the only surviving maids. They stood on opposite ends of the hallway outside the parlor door, being watched by an audience of all the other maids who had been defeated. The barrel of Jessie's gun dripped milk, while Rose rolled her tongue around the barrel of hers, sucking out her own milk to wet the barrel for another shot. A loud moan rang out down the hallway, and the final entrant came into play.
The oldest woman in the house with the most mature body had arrived. Mistress Stephanie herself. She adjusted her water gun in her hand. The suction cups were hooked up to her breasts by her son, and her pussy was still leaking with his cum. She was wearing the maid dress without underwear, her breasts bouncing with sweaty, authoritative slaps as she pointed her gun in Jessie and Rose's direction. She was the final challenge. The 21st maid and the last one to defeat. They would have to land a hit on the mistress herself. They could land two hits if they teamed up, but she was a tough opponent.
"My little boy already came inside me," said Stephanie, showing off her pussy. "Which of you is going to take me?"
"I can't stop thinking about that cock. I have less experience with it than you, so this will be valuable for me," said Rose.
"You can't dream of taking down Jessie the Sniper," Jessie said. "My win streak is unmatched."
"I don't even need a gun to take down you two," said Stephanie, unhooking her suction cups. She put her hands on her breasts, and began groping and squeezing them between her fingers. "I can win bare-breasted. Watch yourself. My milk flow is powerful today."
Jessie and Rose put their gun barrels over Stephanie's nipples. They pulled the trigger, firing off some of the last milk they had in reserve. Stephanie moaned. Her nipples, already sensitive from being sucked on, sent a tingly feeling down to her maternal pussy. She came hard, spraying her son's cum across the carpet in the hallway. The two shots to her breasts had taken her out. Rose used the slippery cum to get a grip on the carpet, and slid her arm beneath Jessie's pussy. Her arm was grazed by Jessie's slit as she adjusted the barrel of her water gun, pressing it against Jessie's asshole.
"Bang," she said.
The suction cups fell off Jessica's breasts as she came. She fell backwards, her gun slipping from her hands. Rose had won through sheer luck and unintentional stealth. The sound of victory fanfare played over the intercom inside the mansion, and Ricky asked for all the maids to gather in the parlor. They lined up, their nipples dripping milk across their almost fully exposed bodies. Ricky sat in his favorite chair, drinking from a can of soda while stroking his cock, still freshly coated in his mother's love juice and pubes.
"That was a splendid game, ladies," he said.
"Thank you, Master Ricky!" the maids said, bowing in unison.
His mother stood to the side of his chair. His cum had gotten tangled up in her pubes when he came, but his cock was still hard. "Watching you draining your breasts for my sake turns me on. I was hard as diamond the whole time you were playing. My cock's an early bloomer, and I have a taste for older maids. Rose was the winner of this game. She gets the honor of fucking me. Now Rose, use those breasts of yours well."
Rose came to the front of the row of maids, and got on her knees. She wrapped her breasts around Ricky's cock, burying it in her cleavage. The tip of his dick came through, his glans coming up to her nose. The musky smell of an 11-year old boy's cock was right underneath her nose, ripe and ready for sex. She licked around the tip, pushing back his foreskin and sucking out the excess cum that had yet to dry from him fucking his mother. He was still hard. She squeezed her sweaty, milky breasts around his cock, sucking on the tip with a loud, slurping noise.
"I want to ensure that I build a better empire than my step-father," Ricky said. "For that, I'll need heirs. Heirs that you can provide me. Mari, your belly is coming along nicely. You're making good use of the gift my cock has given you."
"Yes, Master Ricky," said Mari, showing him the dark line running down her pregnant stomach.
"Suck louder!" Ricky said, looking down at Rose.
"Yesh, mashter," said Rose, her mouth muffled by cock. She had taken his cock so deep in her mouth that it was in her throat. Her saliva rolled down the length of his shaft. She didn't understand his weak points as well as the other maids. She was learning as she went along. Ricky thrust his cock into her mouth, bucking his hips. Rose let his cock out of her mouth and wrapped her fingers around the base, licking up from the bottom of the shaft and starting back towards the top. She kissed his tip, holding just the glans inside her mouth.
Warm cum overflowed into her mouth as the young master's semen went down her throat. She diligently swallowed every drop. She had gotten an extra helping of cum for winning the game. That was her reward, and the part he was looking forward to was coming up next. Ricky asked Rose to disrobe and bend over on all fours. Her maid outfit hit the floor. Her cuffs, socks and headdress were the only parts of her outfit left on her body. She thrust her ass out towards Ricky, presenting him with her crotch covered in bright red hair. Her pussy was drooling from milking her breasts, and her tits hung above the floor, dripping milk like a leaky faucet. Ricky's cock, aching but throbbing hard, was thrust into her sopping wet pussy in a single vigorous stroke.
She had won, but she was being treated like a sex toy in front of the other maids. The rest of the maid staff knew this was what the reward entailed, but Rose did not know. She had signed up for this mansion because she had gotten tired of having sex with men her age or older, and wanted a thrill with someone younger. Making herself lactate and fighting through the others made the reward worth it. Ricky held tightly onto her butt cheeks, thrusting in and out of her pussy while making her breasts slap against her torso with a fleshy sound.
"You defeated mother. You must be quite skilled with a milk gun," Ricky said. "Show me how much you love those fat breasts of yours." He picked up one of Rose's breasts and held it to her lips. Rose's size was medium for the maids of the estate, but she would have been considered extra large almost anywhere else. Her nipple reached her mouth. Rose latched her lips onto her tit, sucking and gulping down her own breast milk while the young master's cock continued to plow into her from behind. He squeezed her butt cheeks, making a heavy spurt spray out of her free swinging breast.
"Don't waste your milk. I want to drink it once you're done," Ricky said.
Rose gulped down her milk. Her own taste was strangely sweet. Her tit fell, sending drops of milk spraying from the pores on her areola. The other maids watched with rapt attention as Master Ricky's cock filled the room with loud squelching noises, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Ricky groaned as her tight pussy wrapped around his dick, sucking it in deeper. Even after blowing two loads inside his mother, he still had more semen to spare. His early blooming had come with a sex drive that matched the horniest men in their 20s, his cock craving a pussy by any means necessary.
"She's taking it so well," whispered the maids from the back. Those that had been eliminated first were near the door, forced to watch from a distance. Jessie, Momoko and Anna were near the front, with Lana watching in frustration. That should have been her riding his cock, not that newcomer who had surprisingly good skills with a milk gun. She was going to prove to the Master that her flat breasts could grow and match the others. Ricky sat on his chair, pulling Rose onto his lap. Rose's pussy hair was visible from behind, growing all the way up into her asshole. Ricky grabbed her other breast and aimed the tip over an empty teacup, squeezing her milk in until it came up to the rim of the cup.
Ricky sipped on Rose's breast milk, continuing to fuck her from below. He smacked Rose on her ass cheek, hard enough to leave a red mark in the shape of his hand behind. Rose's pussy tightened around him. His cock was throbbing, the tip pulsing behind Rose's belly button. She was close to cumming, and so was he. As a reward for coming in second, Ricky told Jessie to come up below him and suck on his balls. Jessie did as she was told, opening her mouth wide and taking her Master's sweaty scrotum into her mouth, rolling around his testicles with her warm tongue.
"Take your reward! You earned it," Ricky said.
"Master! My pussy!" Rose shouted. Ricky's cock sprayed out a hot and heavy load of semen inside her. It filled her vaginal folds and surged into her womb, overflowing from her slit. It sprayed back out, splashing onto Jessie's face below. Jessie's forehead and cheeks were splattered with cum as she sucked on Ricky's balls, pushing him to keep cumming inside the winner until his cock fell out on its own, limply slapping Jessie across her nose. She looked at the cum leaking from Rose's pussy, and thanked their master for treating them well once again.
Rose squirted onto the floor. Her pussy fired off a single wet stream of love juice, covering the toes of Jessie's shoes in cum until she stepped back. "Was that your first time winning, Rose?" asked Jessie, patting her on the stinging spot on her ass.
"My first time participating, Master," said Rose.
"That's a good show. You adapted to the rules of the manor quickly. How long have you been here?" he asked.
"Six months," said Rose.
"You have great potential," Ricky said. "This creampie will be the first of many rewards if you can keep winning."
"I'll do my best for you, young master," said Rose.
The maids listened to Stephanie about their plans for the rest of the day. Every maid who hadn't made the top five was told to go to the basement. There was a room that Rose had discovered when she was looking around for places to hide. A large steel milk tank hooked up to enough pairs of suction cups for every maid in the house. They stood in a line, hooking up the powerful pumps to their breasts. The machine turned on, and the sound of moaning maids came from the basement. Even if they lost, the master still wanted to collect their remaining milk.
The maids filed out of the basement, their breasts empty and their lower bodies tingling with orgasm. Come dinner time, their breasts would be full, and the master would want to drink more milk with his meal. This was the work they had signed up for. Soon Ricky would reach middle school. The maids wondered what that would bring.