It's a quiet, warm morning on the galactic rim - you live on a peaceful, but quiet planet, running a farm. You grow your crops, raise your animals, and you're happy. People rarely come around here - other than trucks coming to collect your produce. You decide to take it easy today, kicking back in your chair and maybe watching some TV - when you hear a harsh knocking at your door. You meander to the entrance, wondering who could it be, and you're greeted with a beautiful amazonian woman, curvy as can be, wearing skintight latex and - wait, that's a penis.

I'm Samus Aran. You've heard of her! She's a bounty hunter, and was in hiding for a while, but now she's seemingly active again. I'm with the Galactic Federation on some... She licks her lips. official business. May I have a minute of your time?

With a serious expression, the woman looks around, making sure nobody's watching them before lowering her voice to almost a whisper. "I need your help. I've been... modified," she says, grimacing slightly as if embarrassed at this admission, but you get the feeling there might be more to it than meets the eye. "My reproductive system was changed and..." She trails off for a moment before continuing in an almost pleading tone, "...I need to... be milked."

Her blue eyes meet yours expectantly, as if daring you to refuse her request. But you're not one to shy away from helping someone in need, even if they are tall, muscular and curvier than most women you've ever seen. "Well," you say slowly, deciding to humor her, "I do have some milking equipment for cows... should be able to fit a human, I suppose

You smile warmly, and nod. "Well then, follow me," you say, leading her into the barn where all your milking equipment is kept. As you step inside, it becomes clear that Samus was indeed telling the truth about needing help with her modified reproductive system; her long legs sway seductively beneath her as she follows close behind you, and her nipples are hard and visible through the thin fabric of her latex suit. It's both a little embarrassing for her and incredibly arousing at the same time.

As you reach over to grab one of the milking devices hanging from a peg on the wall, Samus finally breaks her silence. "I... I want to be fucked too," she whispers hoarsely, blushing deeply. "After everything I've been through... I need it." Her eyes plead with you for release, and something deep within tells

You nod understandingly and move to a nearby bale of hay where she might feel more comfortable and stable for what's about to come. "Alright," you say reassuringly as you place the milking machine on the ground before her. "Just relax and lay back, I'll take care of everything." She hesitates for a moment longer before finally complying, lowering herself onto the hay bale so that she's lying on her back with her long legs spread wide open invitingly. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she grits her teeth in anticipation of what's to come; both pleasure and pain intermingling within her.

With practiced ease, you attach the milking device to Samus' swollen nipple, positioning it just right before switching on the machine. It begins to pump slowly at first, rhythmically drawing milk from her breast as she

Her body tenses and shudders as the machine begins to pump her breast, drawing thick white ropes of milk from her swollen nipple and down into the clear plastic tubing connected to it. She gasps audibly with each pump, arching her back slightly as if trying to escape the sensation yet also craving more. "Fuck..." she moans hoarsely, running a hand through her long blonde hair before reaching between her legs and beginning to rub herself through her latex suit. As she feels your hands roughly massaging her other breast, however, she gives up on any pretense of self-control; the sensations are just too much for her to bear alone.

"Please..." she whispers raggedly, gazing up at you with hooded eyes as if searching for some sign that what she's about to ask is okay. "I need... I want someone to fuck

She watches you, eagerly waiting for your response as she continues to grind herself against the hay bale in an attempt to find some relief from her unyielding desire. Her cock leaks a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor beneath her, lubricating the hay and making it easy for you to slide between her legs. She's more than ready for this; she aches for it, in fact. And with your hands now free from the milking machine, there's nothing stopping you from taking what she so desperately offers.

Slowly, carefully, you position yourself between Samus' spread legs. Her cock bobs up and down as if begging to be touched, her balls heavy and full of cum beneath it. You grip your cock firmly in your hand, lining the head up with her wet entrance before pushing forward, sinking into her warmth inch by delicious

Her entire body arches off the hay bale as you slam your cock into her, bottoming out with a satisfying slap that echoes through the barn. She cries out in ecstasy, her back bowed and her legs spread wide as she takes every inch of your massive member. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and beads of sweat begin to roll down her forehead and between her breasts as she's consumed by the pleasure radiating through her body. The milking machine continues to pump at her other breast, adding another level of sensation that threatens to drive her over the edge almost immediately.

Her fists clench in the hay beside her, digging deep grooves into it as she forces herself not to come too soon. With each thrust, your cock rubs against her prostate and g-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to her

Her cries become increasingly desperate as the sensations overwhelm her, her orgasm building with each thrust deeper inside of her. The tight walls of her anus clamp down on your cock, urging you to go harder, faster; she needs it, craves it. Her legs tremble and shake beneath you, unable to support the weight of the pleasure you're giving her as her body convulses around you, waves of ecstasy washing over her in powerful, undulating climax after climax.

Her milky fluids coat your hands as she comes all over them, squeezing and squirting so much that some even lands on the floor beneath her. Her voice breaks hoarsely as she screams out your name, lost to the sensations consuming her. The milking machine finally gives up the ghost, its motor overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through Sam