Milking the Minotaur, Chapter 5 (Evil Inc Erotica)

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Lexy gingerly applied her calipers to the creatures swollen scrotum. It had increased by three centimeters.

“Not long now…” she whispered to herself breathlessly.

The minotaur’s testicles were stretching the skin that encased them, causing its scrotum to look shiny and rubbery — like two grapefruit stuffed into a balloon. It was blushing purple, and it swayed heavily between its legs. Its cock — still engorged — had started to flag slightly, but the thick, branchlike veins that ran along either side still bulged with intensity.

The minotaur’s thick muzzle was covered in sweat. Lexy had been laboring under its turgid phallus since morning, and the creature had already heard the clanging of the lunch bell hours ago.

A flicker of motion caught its attention and he snapped its head around to see. It was Lexy, backlit by the afternoon sun. Her stance was wide. Her gaze was intense. Her fingers danced across one of the buttons over her bib overalls. As the button popped free of its housing, her massive tits lurched downward. The second button was quickly relieved of its perilous duty, and both of her watermelon-sized breasts hung free.

The creature breathed sharply. It’s head lolled.

Lexy slowly rubbed her fat nipples, making them slowly stiffen and stand. Her eyes were locked into the minotaur’s own with an expression that can only be described as absolute control. Her breathing became ragged as she sank her fingers into the soft, pillowy flesh of her jugs. She suppressed a squeal as she roughly pinched each nipple, making it protrude even further.

Slowly, she bent forward at the waist, allowing her pendulous melons to sway weightily from side to side. A lewd grandfather clock. Her nimble fingers worked the buttons along her hips. And with a single, graceful gesture, her soft denim overalls fell into a crush at her ankles.

She stood once again to her full height, hands resting in a superior pose on her round, full hips. She was shaved clean, save a groomed patch of fine hair crowning her vulva. Her feet shifted, and her hands crept down to caress her swelling womanhood. Delicate fingers of one hand spread open her vaginal lips as her other hand stroked her clitoris.

The barn was filled with the musky scent of her arousal, and the minotaur’s nostrils were dilated to almost-comical proportions. It cock had once again become rock hard and rigid. Its breath came in short grunts as hers went from low gasps to fluttering sighs. As she slowly fondled her moist sex, her tits wobbled luridly.

Cum started to pool at the tip of Tankym’s thick cock.

With a satisfied smile, Lexy resumed her position, crouching between the creature’s wide stance. It scrotum was stretched to its limit to contain two further-engorged testicles. With one hand, she cupped the creature’s balls from below, and with the other, she pushed a small latch on the smooth metal ring that she’d placed around its sac. The ring popped open, and she laid it gently on the ground.

Gently, she lowered the monster’s bloated genitalia. And then, dipping her hand into the viscous liquid in the bucket secured on a front post of the milking stall, she ran her finger down the length of Tankym’s quivering shaft. Once more, the beast’s roar filled the barn.

Slowly, she pumped its shaft from root to tip, feeling it vibrate with every motion. The minotaur’s tremendous thigh muscles flexed uncontrollably. Its feet pushed deep into the soft earth. It threw back its massive head and strained.

Her tempo slowed. The monster whimpered, glassy-eyed.

Then, with just the tips of her fingertips, she rubbed back and forth across the wide head of its pulsating cock.

A choked grunt.

She cupped its heavy sack with her free hand, lifting it ever so gently.

Now her forefinger continued its light caress while her thumb mimicked the action directly underneath.

She could feel the creature’s organ pulsing like a drum. Its legs vibrated with intensity.

The first long rope of semen almost knocked the metal bucket over. She slid her bare foot towards the container as she adjusted her aim. The second torrent of thick, white cum splashed into the center of the pail. Lexy smiled, proud of her skills.

Over and over the creature’s cock convulsed, spurting out long, gluelike fountains of jizz. Lexy lazily pumped her fist around its cock. As the first bucket was near overflowing, she kicked a second into place, maintaining her steady motion on the beast’s swollen member.

Once the blast had reduced to a dribble of thick seed, the minotaur slumped in the stall, held upright only by the strand leather straps attached to each tree-trunk arm. Tankym’s eyes had rolled back, and its head lolled forward drunkenly. Smiling sleepily.

Lexy stood, shimmied into her denim overalls once again. As she exited the musk-filled barn, she yanked the cord under a deep, brassy bell. That would signal the farmhands to come collect the creature and return it to the pasture… and return with the next one, who would surely be waiting. Impatiently.

She strode across the gravel driveway, back to the farmhouse. The screen door, which she had distinctly remembered closing behind her was swinging open in the afternoon breeze. And the heavy oaken door behind it, creaked on its hinges.

She walked briskly into the parlor. Then stopped. A steady smak-smak-smak could be heard coming from the kitchen. Low, raspy breathing drifted in. The smell of sweat… and something sweet… hung on the still air.

She walked in to see Leo and Thurm — the two farmhands who she had tasked with repairing the tractor — standing, pantsless on either side of the round dining room table. And, laid out on the table on her stomach was a woman — legs spread wide to accept Leo’s frantic thrusts, and mouth stretched to swallow Thurm’s girthy cock. Her generous hips rippled with Leo’s forceful assault, and her breasts spilled out from either side — easily twice the size of Lexy’s heavy tits. Her swollen nipples drooped over the sides of the table, dripping puddles of white liquid onto the floor. Her face was awash in drunken ecstasy.

“MoTHER!” growled Lexy.