Minotaur Mano (2)
After squeezing away for a good long while, I happened to glance down and saw the bucket overflowing with milk I'd wrung from Mano's tits.
Already full, huh.
I'd known from the start one bucket wouldn't cut it, so I'd hauled over a shit-ton of extras to store the milk in. No big deal.
"Lemme swap it for a fresh bucket."
Saying that, I shoved the milk-filled one aside and slid a new one underneath.
The last squirts had come out nice and strong, so at this rate, I'd probably need two more buckets at least.
Felt like I'd been at it for about thirty minutes straight, just milking her. Meaning at least another hour to go.
Busy day ahead.
That thought in mind, I went to grab her tits again—only to spot Mano with her ass hiked up high.
"......"
I stared at her, deadpan.
What the fuck was she doing, interrupting milking for this?
"Um, hey... think you could maybe... take care of this side now too?"
Her face flushed under my gaze, but she waggled that ass invitingly anyway.
Told me exactly what she wanted.
Heat.
That was the whole reason minotaurs needed milking in the first place. And why dispensers like me handled it.
All down to their heat cycles.
The milking course—basically custom-made for minotaurs—included not just draining the tits, but relieving that heat too.
In other words, milk her and do my usual dispenser duties.
So yeah, I got where Mano was coming from.
But I looked at her and said,
"Still got a ways to go on the milking."
I got it, but this was post-milking territory. Not mid-squeeze.
"Can't you? Pleeease? The tits... I think they're good now."
From my hands-on experience, she was dead wrong—plenty left.
I sighed as she shook that ass seductively, tempting me.
But a dispenser's job was to serve the customer's needs, first and foremost.
Still, I put on my best pitiful face.
"If I don't do it right, I'll get in trouble..."
Of course, bullshit. Dispensers were basically independent contractors. As long as I didn't break rules like doing it outside designated spots, no one gave a shit.
No boss breathing down my neck. My mom Lilith ran the top of this place—who'd dare complain? Not that anyone knew I was her adopted kid.
Anyway, just testing the waters.
Customers always reacted the same.
"I-I could pay extra...? Still no?"
"Fuck it, sure. But keep it on the down-low?"
"Yeah! Secret's safe. So, hurry up...♡"
I approached as she shook her ass and tail like she was demanding it now.
Shake shake♡
Her massive ass filled my view. As huge as those tits.
Minotaurs might be as slutty a race as succubi. Heat makes 'em lactate and everything.
They start producing milk around mating age, even without pregnancy.
Succubi had nothing on that level of lewd.
And with her pussy lips soaked in juices, that bikini panty wedged deep—part of her milking outfit, no doubt—it was even hotter.
"Mind if I?"
I slid the bikini-style suit aside.
Revealing her dripping, winking pussy.
Gushing like it could swallow my cock without a second thought.
And it probably could.
Minotaurs had huge size gaps between males and females.
Smaller Angus-type females like her versus massive Highland-type males—she was Highland, actually. Males could be damn near twice their size.
Yet they were the same species for a reason.
Ziiiip. My pants came down, unleashing my rock-hard, prepped-for-action cock.
"Whoa...♡ So that's the legendary dick?"
She twisted back, eyes sparkling, licking her lips.
"It's huge... size, length... rivals a minotaur's♡"
Her tail coiled around it, stroking.
Her reaction said it all.
Non-human girls who didn't flinch at my above-average size—bigger than most human or even many other races.
Their males all packed monster cocks.
And Mano? Born to pair with one.
No way a female couldn't handle her own kind's meat.
Otherwise, extinction city.
I pressed my tip to her overflowing slit.
"Doggy okay?"
"Yesss, come on...♡"
She reached back, schlick, spreading her lips wide.
Werebeasts all seemed to love rear entry.
Fine by me—I was a fan too.
I slammed in balls-deep.
"Ohhk♡"
Her pussy enveloped me soft and plush, unlike the vice-grip of other races.
Evolved for massive cocks: loose on entry, then slowly hugging tight after.
I held still, buried in her. Then—wriggle wriggle—it started kneading me.
Not biting down, more like pillowy cushions massaging my shaft.
Third minotaur pussy, and damn if it wasn't my type.
"Haa...♡ How's it feel...? My pussy♡ Feels good to me...♡"
I answered her glance back.
"Same here."
"Good...♡ Then...♡"
Swish swish♡
She rocked her hips herself.
"Pound my pussy deep♡ Deep♡ with that fat cock♡"
Alright then.
"Mind if I grab the horns?"
Mano was a Highland minotaur—horns stretched long sideways.
Perfect fucking handles, I'd thought from the jump.
Previous minotaurs had dinky ones. Hers? Long, grippy. Had to try.
"Huh? Why the horns...?"
Why? 'Cause handles.
But straight-up saying that'd kill the mood. Time for flavor.
"First time seeing such pretty horns on a minotaur like you. Okay?"
Well, pretty in a "easy-grip" way. Close enough—horned races loved compliments on 'em.
Her eyes went wide, then she giggled.
"Oh? In that case... grab away♡"
Easy mark.
Permission granted. I reached forward, gripping those horns tight by her head.
"Ngh...!"
Squeeze...♡
She was smaller than me, but still solid. Yanking back shifted her posture.
Somewhere between doggy and full mating press.
Her back arched, ass up—I was pounding down now.
Wall would've been ideal, but moving now? Nah.
Fine for me with the handles, but her arms weren't touching the sheets—looked wobbly.
I started slow.
Schluuup♡
Schlup♡
"Ngh♡ Unngh♡ This cock...♡ poking my depths, poke poke...♡"
Seemed comfy enough—she moaned happily with each press inward.
"Posture okay? Not uncomfortable?"
Worried anyway, so I asked. She shook her head.
"Ahn♡ Fine...♡ Nngh♡ No, better...♡ This... feels... haat♡ good...♡"
Better, huh.
"Yeah? What's it like?"
"Never done it...♡ with horns grabbed...♡ Tingles all over...♡ Feels... good♡"
Cool.
"This okay then?"
"Yess♡ Please♡"
I gripped harder and went for real.
Pah♡
"Oht—♡"
Pah♡ Pah♡ Pah♡ Pah♡
"Ahng♡ Hoht♡ Unnght♡ Sudden, so rough♡ Nngha♡"
Each thrust: schlop schlop, her pussy clenched. She'd swear it was perfect.
No need to ask—her walls milked me greedily. I kept pounding.
"Oht♡ Ooht♡ More♡ Deeper♡ Deep♡ cock slams♡"
Yeah, figured.
Heat meant no settling for this. Third minotaur, but I'd handled plenty of werebeasts in heat. Tits got hypersensitive, but pussies? Not so much. And minotaurs were tanks—human stamina times ten.
Couldn't let my perfect 5/5 reviews take a hit.
Good thing: handles.
Time to speed up.
Grip firm, posture set.
And—pah♡ Pahpahpahpahpahpah♡
"Hik♡ Thiiiis♡ Insaaane♡♡ Pounding my pussy deeeep♡ Insane♡ Human cock hitting my womb♡"
She thrashed as I jackhammered her.
Good, she loved it.
But...
"Ooot♡ Oht♡ Oht♡ Hooaat♡"
Not yet?
Orgasm building fast—nuts about to burst. But she needed more.
At this rate, I'd blow first.
Nope.
Minotaur pussies didn't go hypersensitive in heat like tits. And her endurance? No contest.
Straight pounding wasn't cutting it.
Released the horns.
"Ohht♡"
Grabbed her tits as she flopped forward.
"Nooo...♡ Tits now...♡"
Squeeze♡
Her pussy clamped hard.
Weakness confirmed.
Grinning at the difference from pure pounding.
Tits off-limits, though? Customer's call.
"Fine, nipples it is."
Pinched and twisted.
"Nyaahn♡ Nooo...♡ Milk's...♡ Hnnnghaa♡"
Milk sprayed from untouched reserves.
Squirt♡
"Aaaah♡ Milk comiiing...♡ Cock pounding...♡ Milking me...♡"
Spluuurt♡
With the spray, her walls milked me fierce.
I didn't let up—thrusting nonstop. She gasped and moaned raggedly.
And finally,
"Milking...♡ while pounding...♡ How'm I s'posed to...♡ hold out...♡"
There we go—one down.
She shuddered through climax, mumbling. I slammed hips to ass.
"Haaak♡"
"Alright, my turn."
Fast thrusts.
Pahpahpah♡
"Hoot♡ Ooot♡ Oht...♡"
Her pussy contracted instinctively—heat or my announcement, craving seed.
Post-climax, perfect milking rhythm. I buried deep and unloaded.
Blurt♡ Bluuurt♡
Held-back load erupted. She twitched with each pulse.
Twitch, twitch♡
"Hak♡ Haat♡ Haaat...♡"
Squeezed and released, drawing it all out. Filled her up, then slowly pulled free.
Pop♡
Her pussy winked regretfully, sealing tight to trap my cum.
Wild sight every time.
Human girls? Gaping, leaking rivers.
But heat-cycle werebeasts? Locked it down tight.
Unless you dumped ten loads—then it overflowed.
Anyway.
Milking and creampie done.
I eyed Mano, sprawled and panting.
"That wraps one milking course, ma'am. Pay up? Or..."
She twitched, face buried in pillow, index finger rising shakily.
Just the one.
"Extra creampie? Price is..."
"Not thaaat..."
She sighed dreamily, eyes glazed, looking back.
"...How much for... one more while milking...?"
That's just another milking course.
But nah, not it.
That final combo hit her hard?
Wouldn't know—never been a minotaur. I'm the pounder, not poundee.
Memo that shit.
She wanted the milking-fuck play specifically. I eyed her staring hungrily at my still-hard cock.
"...How much you got, ma'am?"