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"God, Eve, I…" he murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from the half-naked girl. His head was swirling – things were happening too fast for him. He could feel the protuberance of his cock growing, and it was beginning to swell against the confines of his pants. His hands fidgeted by his sides – they itched to reach out and clasp those glorious globes of young college-girl tit flesh, to knead and pummel them. His mouth longed to take the tiny budding nipples between his lips, coax them into turgidity with his tongue, nip on their sweetness with his teeth. God, she was driving him mad, standing there half-dressed, like some youthfully naked Venus. She moved closer to him, so close that her naked breasts brushed against the blue denim of his workshirt, and the delicious contact sent eddies of almost intolerable pleasure soaring through him. Sinuously, she rubbed the hardened tips against his chest, purring like a cat, her arm resting casually on his thigh again. He wanted to pull away, order his errant young employee to get dressed, get on with the milking, but he couldn't. What he really wanted to do was take her in his arms, crush his mouth down on hers, knock the breath out of her with his kiss, caress those ripe boobies of hers, and then fuck her, yes, fuck her to within an inch of her life. Instead, he managed to inch backward a little.

"Eve… we shouldn't…" he faltered, his eyes dropping again to the sensuous grace of her unadorned breasts.

"We shouldn't… what?" she queried boldly.

"We… you shouldn't… tease a man like that!" he gasped, feeling his face flush. Yes, that's what she was doing, teasing him with her naked tits, her sulky voice, her veiled hints. Well, she'd better watch her step, or she'd get more than she bargained for!

"I'm-not-teasing!" she enunciated, her hand slowly reaching for the side zip of her brief black skirt. With a horrified stare, he watched as she eased the skirt down over her full hips, slipping it down her thighs, and kicking it aside as it reached her ankles, leaving her nude except for a tiny pair of bikini briefs the same startling red as her bra.

"For God's sake, Eve, anyone could come in…" Mike gasped, his eyes riveted on the golden triangle of pubic curls squashed beneath the sheer fabric of her panties.

"So what?" Eve laughed. "You're a man, and I'm a woman. What we do is our business… isn't it?"

"You're crazy!" Mike rasped. "You'd better get dressed before… before I…"

"Before you go out of your mind?" she taunted, moving in a little circle around the demented man.

"That's right, you teasing little bitch!" Mike rasped, his control snapping like a straw inside him. "You can't expect to go prancing around in front of a man, naked like that, and not affect him. You should know what this could lead to, the temptation you're putting my way. I'm only flesh and blood, and this is more than any man can take!" He railed on, his mouth dry and his voice hoarse, fighting to control the demons of lust which were mutinying inside him. She continued to look at him with her mocking eyes.

"Poor Mike!" she clucked, her hand dropping down and cradling the considerable bulge of his swollen prick in her palm. "What are you getting so uptight about?" she crooned as she began to massage the growing organ, feeling it pulse hotly in her hand.

Perspiration broke out on Mike's face. What the hell did she think she was doing? Poor Mike indeed! She thought she could twist him around her little finger. Well, he'd show her he wasn't the Milquetoast she thought he was!

"Now listen, Eve," he began, but her hand was already drawing down the zipper of his pants, and his demented cock, rejoicing in its sudden freedom, leaped up, cleaving the air, the red bulbous head grotesque in its palpitating arousal. His mouth hinged open as he stared down at the apparition of his own blood-engorged prick, and he moaned from the tremendous contact between her cool fingers and his heated, throbbing flesh. Her hands stroked and kneaded the elongated rod, drawing it out into an even greater length and Mike felt powerless to do anything but stand there and allow his new employee to stroke his ever hardening cock in her masterful, exciting way.

"Mmmm, what a nice big cock you've got, Mike!" Eve hummed, continuing her rhythmic pummelling of his pulsating organ, "I just know I'm going to enjoy working for you…"

Her hand reached in and cupped the squirming sac of his testicles in her palm, and Mike felt rising shivers of ecstasy course through him, emanating from the sensitive balls. Mike leaned back against the edge of the stall, lost in the sensual reverie that Eve was weaving around him. God, her hand felt so good on his cock, stroking and kneading like that… it was a long time since he'd felt a hot hand on his prick… too long, in fact… Sandra never touched him there… SANDRA! The memory of his wife jarred him back to reality. She could easily walk in here, find him like this, being stroked and caressed by this young voluptuous agricultural student! It would mean the end of everything, their marriage, all they had worked for! She'd never forgive him!

With a tortured groan, he wrenched back from Eve and backed out of the stall. His face burning, he stuffed his long suffering penis back into his pants, and hurried over and turned off the milking motor.

"I don't know what came over me…" he mumbled. "I must've been crazy… anybody could have come in…!" Unable to meet her gaze, Mike hurried over to the cows, and began to undo the clusters frenziedly, his fingers shaking.

"Mike!" Eve's soft voice was directly behind him. Squatting to remove the clusters from the cow's teats, he half-turned and saw Eve standing directly behind him.

"My God!" he gasped, the milk-clusters falling from his hands. She was stark naked! She was standing with her legs slightly apart, and he could just barely see the faint pink sheen of her pussy lips peeping out from under the soft resilient thatch of golden curls. His throat felt arid, and his voice failed him. He could only stare. She was like a creature from another world. A strange, exotic female who towered over him, and was omnipotent. She held the power to transmit incredible sensual ecstasy to him, and he was her slave.

"Eve…" he managed to croak feebly.

And then she was beside him, kneeling on the soft straw, pushing him gently back. He was unresisting, borne along on the wind of her tremendous sexuality. He was completely in her power, and yielded as she once more freed the heated protuberance of his bulging cock. He sighed an uncontrollable moan as it sprang up from the forest of his pubic hair and gasped again as her fingers once more encircled it, pulling on it gently. Her fingers were easing off his pants, and were playing titillatingly along his thighs, sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down and along his skin, and kindling great flames of heat deep in the pit of his stomach. Like a robot, his hands reached up eagerly for the target they yearned, and grabbed the full soft mounds of her tender breasts, and clutched at the delicate flesh with his talon-like fingers, making her wince from the sudden pain, and leaving little red welts on the smooth white skin. His fingers drubbed the hard little beads of her nipples, rubbing them mercilessly, tugging on them until they were rigid little spears. Beside him, the cow fidgeted nervously, anxious over the unaccustomed disturbance at her feet, and Mike felt a moment's paralyzing fear lest her hooves lash out at his prostrate body. But all practical consideration fled from his brain as he felt his young milk maid settle herself over him, her long smooth thighs straddling his naked hips and Mike could feel the graze of her soft curling pubic hair as it brushed against his naked stomach. Still grasping his distended cock in her hand, she began to guide it towards the warm grasping furrow of her cunt, and Mike sighed with pleasure as he felt the hard rubbery head caress the soft delicate tissue already moist with expectation.

She began to sweep the bulging head of his inflated prick along the length of her pulsating cuntal split, and the fluted edges of her moistly glistening inner lips clung tenaciously to his hard masculine flesh, and the bulbous head became lubricated with her free-flowing vaginal juices. His head was swirling and a wave of pleasure, such as he had not experienced in a long time, was washing over him again and again, and with each cleansing wave, he was laved of any doubts and fears he might have had. Gone was all worry about his wife or anyone else finding him stretched out with his naked young female employee; gone completely was any fear of discovery. All that mattered was the unbelievable thrill of ecstasy he was feeling and which he knew would mount up to an incredible crescendo of hedonistic delight.