The chief wore an elaborate gown sewn with jewels. When Sarena approached, he responded by helping her the last few feet to the milking platform. As he did so, he allowed his hands to play over her breasts and gently tug at her nipples.

Sarena moaned and twisted her legs so that she could rub her clit with her thighs. As she squirmed, a guard unhooked the straps from a padded bench. It had been designed especially for milking hucows, and so had the buckets wrought in precious gems and metals. The leader wasted no time placing her in the restraints. There was a cut-out spot for her breasts and her face. Her pussy hung off the end while her legs were tethered to the sides of the device.

Her cunt would have been on full display for the room if the chastity belt had not blocked their view. Still, she was a stunning sight, bent over and ready to be milked by the village leader.

The leader lifted her tits by pinching her nipples and pulling her breast up and away from her body. The crowd around them began to applaud and chant and dance. The chief was rubbing his hands up and down her breasts as if to encourage the milk to flow. For her part, Sarana had waited patiently as they strapped her into the contraption, but now she was humping with wanton abandon. She looked an absolute treat with the wet glistening drops of her juice leaking from the device around her cunt.

Roy felt his cock harden and his mouth water. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to find a pair of laser cutters and cut that blasted device from around her waist and then slowly sink his cock inside her hot and wet pussy. His mind swam with thoughts and ideas of what they could do together; his cock had never been so hard.

He again noticed the growing crowd gathering to view the milking. There was a mixture of women and men in various states of nudity. Most men were erect and stroking themselves while watching the chief milk Sarena.

The leader rubbed his hands together and massaged her massive white mounds. He started close to her chest, using both hands to cup each and rub them down to her nipples, where he could tighten his fingers to pinch her delicate buds. Milk spurted out from between his thick digits and dripped into elaborate goblets hung beneath her. Sarena was smiling while mooing and rutting her hips. Roy could tell she was enjoying the waves of the leader's elaborate milking massage.

For the next thirty minutes, she humped and rutted on the stage while the villagers danced and gyrated in a circle around her prone form.

When the first milk container was filled, the crowd circulated it to all the women surrounding Sarena. The women drank from cups, letting the creamy milk flow down their naked breasts and sides. Before Roy knew it, a woman was kneeling in front of him. She clasped her hands before her and babbled in a language he could not even name. Of course, the language didn't matter. He knew exactly what she wanted by the way she gestured to Sarena and then to his bulging crotch. All was followed by a clear indication that she should put said bulge into her mouth.

Roy felt Barry's hand on his shoulder as his man moved beside him. There were two women following Barry, and when he stopped to talk to Roy, the women knelt and began the same oral sex motions as the woman in front of Roy.

"Ah, lovely day out, Sir." His trusted companion stood at attention with his dick as rigid as his spine and jutting straight out in front of him. It wasn't the first time Roy had seen his partner's manhood; however, it was the first time he had seen it in public, with the distinct possibility of watching the man get sucked off by two women occurring shortly.

"Yes, Barry. Lovely." The woman kneeling before him was starting to become more exaggerated and began to cry, obviously vexed by Roy taking his time deciding whether or not to let her suck his dick.

Barry smiled at his lover. "I'd love to watch them deep-throat you. Compersion is a real thing, General. I've watched my lovers receive pleasure myself a few times, but watching you climax at their hands and mouths would be my idea of heaven."

To be Continued.

Bessie Blanco Y’all have a good weekend