worker, and the open corral, but there was no one else, until I got to the end, and kept walking, and I heard the crowd.
In the middle of the circular arena, I turned around to see a crowd of businessmen and women in the bleachers. It looked like the typical bull riding arena, but with a different type of crowd. Their eyes were all on me.
I got a hit of adrenaline. Time sped up. I tried to keep my cool. More white shirt workers emerged from the stands, walking towards me with two tubes. My eyes followed the tubes to where they were plugged in, a large, see through jug that would reveal to everyone how much milk I produced.
Some in the crowd started to smile as they put the tubes into the end of the suction cups on my breasts. I must’ve looked a nervous wreck. I scanned the crowd, thinking that I must’ve been standing there like a fool for more than ten minutes, but I knew that was just my nervousness getting to me. I knew how people tend to talk faster whenever they’re nervous because they think that time is going faster than it really is. It's why some people talk fast when they're talking in front of a large group. I used to have that problem.
I took a deep breath. My eyes stopped their scanning once they hit the person I was looking for, Master Riggs. He sat in the front row, watching me intently. I thought that would make me feel better, but it made me more worried that I didn’t really know what I was doing.
I’d never done anything like this in my life. The most sexually adventurous thing was what I did a couple days before with Jeremy and Chad. Now I was practically naked in front of an auditorium of people, who were going to judge me. They looked serious.
An announcer tapped the microphone. He walked out next to me. “We are bidding on cow number thirteen. Number thirteen, you will have five minutes to produce as much milk as you can. Bidding will begin as soon as the countdown starts. You are allowed to be as creative as you’d like to attract your bidders. Any object you need is located in the section before you.”
He gave me a nod then left.
I was so interested in the crowd I didn’t notice the props they gave me to help with milking. I slowly walked up to the raised platform that the announcer was talking about. There was a stool, a plush love seat, and a table. They gave me some whips, paddles, nipple clamps, vibrators, and other toys for me to perform with. I felt a little sick when I saw all of it. It was overwhelming.
I didn’t have much time to revel in the worrisome objects at my feet, because the announcer belted out, “Bidding begins in...three...two…”
Awe struck, I simply stared at the crowd during the countdown.
When he yelled one, I didn’t react. The next second, it was impossible for me to remain awe struck, because the machine started. Vibrations hit me first, a rumbling from the tubes that rocked my whole body and made my thighs quiver. I let out a yelp and bent at the knees, but still remained standing. The crowd chuckled, but I couldn’t see their reactions because my head dipped from the pulling on my swollen breasts.
The vibration became the least powerful sensation. The suctioning started with the pulling of the tubes. My breasts were sucked against the suction cup, my tender nipples pulled to the tip. I let out a louder gasp and then stumbled over to the table. Holding, I tried to fight the suction so that I could come up with a game plan, or if I couldn’t think, simply do something that would entertain the bidders.
I couldn’t hear anyone bidding. I couldn’t even keep my head up. I kept looking down at the rumbling tubes and my squeezed breasts. They began to pump, and I closed my eyes, whimpering. Grinding my thighs together, my wet pussy wanted more playing. I bit my lip and held on.
It wouldn’t be long until my breasts unleashed their frothy milk. The pressure built in my chest, feeling like I dropped bricks on top of it. My breathing got shallow and
Tess Monaghan 05 - The Sugar House (v5)