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Heavy gear, heavy rubber gloves and boots on men.
You gear up in your attire, put on your thick rubber, lock me into mobile restraints and lead me into the stall. There you force me down onto all fours, lock my restraints into the large C-rings bolted to the flooring and finally, you lock my head into stocks. My ass is at full view from the stall entrance to where you can lock my penis and balls into a sleeve and cup. The head of this sleeve is attached to a long rubber hose in which is part of a milking machine nearby. You turn on the milker just high enough to give a firm suction and tantalizing slow motion milking on me.
You firmly grip both cheeks of my ass with your thick rubber gloved hands and spread them wide apart to where my hole opens widely, You say to yourself out loud, "Oh yea, my piece of meat is prime and ready for use." You pull up a stool and take a seat where you place your heavy rubber boots onto my back while you sit back and jerk your meat for a little while. Randomly, you mutter out loud, "Yea bitch, I'm going to be using you a lot."
After a few minutes pass by, you get up, lube up your rock hard dick and inside my hole. You slowly glide your dick into my ass until all of it is inside of me. You hold it there to where I could feel it throbbing profusely hard enough to bounce up and down. You begin sliding it in and out with a slow easy motion until your shaft is so full it feels as though it could explode at any time. Finally, you pound me long and hard for a while until you just can't hold back any longer. At this point, you pull out of me, firmly grab my ass cheeks, force them apart to the point my hole is as open as much as possible where you plunge into me all the way in will full force and shoot your large load of cum.
As you take your time to relax and drain all your cum, you hold it still and say to me, "That's right, you're in your place and this is your purpose for my use. Just a piece to breed and milk as I want." You turn up the milker to where it milks me hard until I shoot my load. No matter on how I reacted on being milked by force, you just stand there with your heavy boots under my face forcing me to lick on them too. |
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