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fast. The machine kept sucking. My nipples twisted slowly back and forth against the tip of the suction cups. I moved over to the stool, but I simply fell onto it, my fingers clawing onto the leather.
    “One silver,” I heard.
    I peered up to see who it was.
    Master Riggs.
    I couldn’t believe it. At first, I thought it was a joke. The rest of the crowd thought so as well, but he wasn’t smiling. Their reaction turned to curiosity.
    Why? Why would he bet for me? I was a mess.
    The tension dispersed, and I relaxed, letting myself smile. I loosened my harpy grip on the leather stool. I managed to stand. I even managed to hold my breasts up, showing them to the crowd, but what I was really doing was trying to lift them to stop the intense pressure.
    I was about to blow. The relaxation I felt from Master Riggs made me slip. With the dam gone, there would be a major flood. My knees went weak again. I had to sit on top of the stool.
    My thighs pulled farther apart. I squirmed on the seat, trying not to shudder and reveal more of the inside of my thighs, but like every other time I tried to resist my lactation, it wasn’t going to happen. I held onto the front of the stool while leaning back, arching but trying not to topple. One final heaviness spread through my chest, then came the surge.
    I spewed milk into the tubes. The noise of the sucking changed, instead the tubes chugged as my milk filled them, traveling to the container. My thighs rocked open, exposing that thin strap of leather that held my pussy in place. It brushed to the side, revealing my hot, horny pussy. I was in the heat of lactation, twisting and crying out as white roared down to the jug.
    I couldn’t hear. There was a lot of commotion. That was all I could understand. I rocked against the chair, losing strength in my back, so I needed to use my legs to support myself. I wound my legs around the chair and ground against it. My breasts kept pumping. All of that pent up arousal and milk flowed at once.
    “Two silver, three silver, four…” I heard the shouts over my whimpering.
    Somehow I managed to look up. I had the crowd’s full attention now. Nobody was laughing. They were out of their seats, some arguing with one another, everyone’s eyes darting to wherever the announcer went to announce the next bet.
    Something came over me then. I loved the attention. Now that I had it, I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to see how far I could go, besides a little relaxation could help my milk flow even more. I turned to see the jug filling up. It wasn’t enough.
    I pulled the strap pressed against my pussy away. Spreading my legs wider, I let the bidders see all of me. I stroked myself, gently and slowly, letting their excitement, and mine, build. I kept away from my sensitive little nub. If I touched that, it would set me off. I wanted to tease them. I wanted to let them know what they were missing. They shouldn’t have doubted me.
    My mind consumed with lust, I kept stroking my swollen pussy. Milk kept spurting. The machine kept tugging at my tender tits. All of the sensations made my pussy juices flow. I started to drip onto the stool. I rocked, my fingers getting deeper inside me. I desperately wanted someone inside me.
    I gave Master Riggs a look that said, “come and fuck me.” Of course, he couldn’t right now. But after? Maybe after he could.
    I heated up. My cheeks burned, and I felt out of my mind, but I continued, needing to keep my milk flowing. It started to dribble out. The bids started to slow down, but I was just getting started.
    Putting one finger inside my tight pussy, I slowly pushed inside, rubbing against my walls. I fucked myself with my one finger. I was so wet and ready that I needed another. Two fingers in, I squealed and almost fell off the stool, but managed to stay on, adjusting myself so that my legs were wide in the air, giving them a view of my whole pussy and my little asshole.
    All of the attention, the crowd wanting me,