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Maya sat on the bus, watching as the landscape gradually changed from the typical farmers country to a more wild and overgrown bushy area. She found it funny that most people think that outside of the cities everything looks like a jungle, while in truth most farmers kept their lands remarkably neat and clear of most bushes that one could find on the sides of the street, the kind of plant life that could spread quickly and grow even faster. Her father cursed many a times because of how often they had to clear away certain plants before their gnarled roots could take hold. Farming was not an easy life.

Maya closed her piercing blue eyes and leaned back on the old flower pattern seat, her long fiery red hair cascading down the back of the seat into the empty spot behind her. She had meant to cut it, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. She always tied it up in a pony tail when she worked on the farm, a job that kept her in pristine shape. Maya was a 2.1m tall woman with flattering proportions that she inherited from her mother. An hourglass figure that caused her father to threaten the neighbors son with death, while wielding a shotgun, when he once saw the boy ogling her large F cup breasts. At least, at that point it was F cup. They have grown a bit since but she stopped wearing bras and now exclusively wear loose fitting clothes for comfort reasons

Maya thought to how she overheard some of the farmhands talking about her: “My wife hates her! Says she is one of the few lucky women on this earth who don’t get belly fat, that it all goes to the tits and the ass!”. Maya was standing behind the large red shed, them inside. She had come to pick up a shovel because she was supposed to go dig a hole for a small tree to be planted.

After Maya heard that comment her eyes went down to her large chest and when she heard a murmur of agreement from the other 2 workers, she looked behind her as she grabbed at her bum, trying to measure how big it was through her tight-fitting jeans.

She had just turned 18 at that point, and while she knew people were likely talking or looking, it was the first time she heard someone talk like that about her directly. It was the comment that followed after the murmur, however, that would cause this day to stick in her mind; “She turned 18 last week, think we can hook that sexy young cow up to the milker?”. Maya found her eyes nearly popping out of her head, her cheeks flushing almost as red as her hair and her mouth opening in a silent gasp as she had a sudden image of herself getting milked by the cow milker in the barn, the plastic tubing attached to her breasts and stretching her nipples as they pulled her milk out of her.

“Nah, she would need to bred first!” Came the instant reply, followed by cheering and cackling. “Man, what I wouldn’t give to force her down, face first and shove my cock into her hole. Think she would like it?”. More cheering and the sound of high fives. “Okay enough fucking around, let’s get to work!”

Maya heard them leave. She hurried back towards the house, intent on telling her father, with the shovel but went to her room after arriving. She told herself she needed a shower, to calm down because of how angry she was. Told herself that if she doesn’t take a cold shower now, she will actually tell her father and he might just shoot them. She told herself this… as she masturbated, picturing herself on all fours, her ass-flesh rippling as she was getting forcefully bred as two tubes filled with white liquid stretched from her breasts to the milk pump.

Maya sat up abruptly in the faded old bus seat, knowing where such fantasizing will lead and forced herself to think of the point of her journey.

Maya had been very fortunate; her family was well off. They worked hard for their earnings and her father had told her that she would always have a place there. Only after she had turned 19 did she learn just how well off they were. Her father could easily hire someone to manage the farm and then he and his family would most likely never need to work again. The reason they did work, was because her father deemed it so. He wanted his family to understand what farming is, to understand what hard work is and that, although apples grow on trees, money does not.

Her father shared this knowledge with her because he wanted her to go out into the world and find herself. He was aware of how much she loved the farming life but he also knew that if she remained here, she would never know if there is something out there that she loves even more. Not only did her father discover his love for painting, but he also found his wife while working in an art museum.

Maya wanted to stay on the farm, take over the family business, but she also knew her father was not someone who would randomly kick her out of the house. He had promised her some money every month, on top of her own savings, and told her to try and find a job where she would work with different people of different places. He had an idealized version of how escort bursa her life would be in his mind.

Maya had listened to his suggestions and decided to find a place to stay before she moved there. It was a small apartment, not too far from the industrial area in the city and also a short walks distance from a café and some smaller diners that she found while exploring on the map part of the website. Strangely enough, none of the shops in that street have an online presence she could find.

Her idea, her fathers’ to be honest, was to try and become a barista. She was used to taking care of various animals and plants, but in this case, she would learn people skills beyond the workers and locals who already knew her.

Maya watched the hills in the distance slowly change from unkempt to sparsely populated, to a house every now and then to full on city as time passed.

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Maya got off the bus, collected her belongings and walked into the apartment complex. In all honesty, she had never actually been here before. She saw pictures of the place and decided to go for it. The place looked bigger on the inside than the pictures showed, but she definitely had to give the place a good hard cleaning. She had never been on her own or had a place where only she had the keys; a place that she could call her own. She wanted to be proud of it even if it was run down or small.

After cleaning as much as she was able, making a note to purchase some cleaning supplies tomorrow and finally unpacking everything, Maya settled in for the night. Although it was not initially what she wanted, she found herself strangely excited for what the following day might bring.

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Maya awoke at 07:00, although she actually woke at 05:00 due to being used to a farmers routine and thus decided to laze around in bed since she doubted most, if any, of the places she wanted to visit was going to be open at that time.

First thing she did after getting up was taking a shower. She cleaned herself thoroughly, perhaps enjoying the feeling of the sponge over her nipple just a tad too much, but got dressed soon after and ate a bowl of cereal. She decided on a floral dress made of a fairly special fabric that allows her to walk around without her nipples poking through and showing she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her mother introduced her to this specific clothing manufacturer that made clothes for taller women with bigger… “assets”. Since Maya and her mother shared similar proportions, she knew how annoying some bras where to wear at their breast sizes and gave Maya the secret to being comfortable.

The first thing she wanted to do was familiarize herself with the streets around her, she had only really seen some pictures on the internet about the area. According to what she read; it was classified as an Industrial area, but there didn’t seem to be that many people going about, something she couldn’t see on still images. Especially when she considered it to be a Monday. Most of the buildings she assumed would be factories, or car repair places as her father suggested, looked to be generic office buildings. She wandered around, not really seeing any shops of any kind with practically no one else walking around either.

It appeared to her like she was almost in an abandoned part of the city, was it not for the air conditioners running on the side of many of the walls she passed by and seeing people wearing fancy office clothing walking into buildings behind fenced in parking areas. She wondered if a part of the city where most offices were located expanded? She had a sudden chill run through her spine, impressive considering the heat, thinking “What if the small diner street doesn’t exist? What if those small places are closed?”

It was currently 09:23, according to her watch, and she decided to go straight to that small street to see if the small stores existed. According to her searches there was an ice cream parlour, a small Chinese restaurant, a bakery and a small laundromat business. Maya was hoping to be able to find herself a job at one of those places. She was not here for money; she was even willing to work for free! “And who would turn down a schmuck dumb enough to work for free!?” Maya thought to herself.

When she arrived at the small street she breathed a sigh of relief, three of the four businesses were still there. It would appear that the laundromat has closed down. She looked up and down the street, and realized that if one doesn’t explicitly know about these shops there is a real chance you would never know they were here. The street is on a back street, of a back street of a back street with a small parking area nearby, filled with maybe 3 cars? Maya was taken aback by the few fancy cars that were parked there, no doubt these shops might be hidden gems that some rich people discovered. Or so she hoped.

Maya took a deep breath and walked to the first shop in the road, the Bakery. Maya bursa otele gelen escort saw two other people in the store, wearing neat office attire while sitting at a small table and engrossed in their phones, waiting for their order as the baker, a large rather round man with a jolly smile and a red nose, was busy with some dough. “Ah! A new face! What can I help you with, darling?” Came the rather gruff voice from the baker as he kneaded the dough.

Maya walked out of the Bakery. The baker, Vincent, was a really nice man but he simply didn’t need or want any help. He had started the bakery after his wife passed away and it was her dream for him to open one since he had always liked baking. He was too preoccupied with her medical costs to give any thought to what he might want, and after she begged him to take some time for himself in her will, he decided to open up the small bakery. Maya had to begrudgingly agree with what he t. His business was a small one with most of the items he made being “to order” which meant there was no need to have someone extra making more than what was explicitly required. He made good money, selling high quality products to people willing to pay for that level of quality. He gave her a hot cross bun, filled with his own home-made custard and raisins. Maya ate it in 3 bites, not because she was greedy, just because it was that good.

Vincent had suggested she go to the ice cream parlor next door. He was rather happy that the place was there because “no one drives to pick up bread and only bread”. Maya walked into the ice cream parlor and spoke to the girl in front who wearing black makeup and dressed entirely in black as well, apart from a pink cap with the store’s logo on the front. “Hello! My name Maya and I wanted to ask if there are any available job positions?”.

Maya had practically stormed out of the ice cream parlor. The girl in front, not even giving her name, didn’t even look up from her phone. The girl just flat out ignored her questions and eventually just sighed and told her to “back off, sheesh!”.

Maya was a bit nervous now, two of the stores were a bust and one ceased to exist before she even arrived.

Maya walked into the Chinese restaurant, named “Come Wok with Us” and stopped after she got a look inside the place. It was fairly big, much bigger inside than you would expect. She looked at the ornate decorations and the large almost balloon like lights setting a very unique and beautiful atmosphere. She had noticed that the windows were tinted from outside, and now she can see why. Whoever decided on this lighting is a genius. It feels like she stepped into a different world.

“What you want?” Came a female voice from down below with a clearly Asian accent. Maya was tall, 2.1 meters, and this woman before her, obviously of Asian descent, barely reached Mayas breasts. Maya couldn’t tell how old or young this woman was, but she was a very pretty petite thing with small breasts, a very feminine body and black hair that reached past her ears. Maya began with her greeting and asked for work, like she had done previously but adding on how she was used to long hours at the farm and how she had worked with various animals including machinery.

“Hmm… I don’t have any spots right now. All servers show up for work, don’t need anybody in kitchen…” the small woman said. She took a step back from Maya and began to inspect Mayas body. Maya suddenly felt a bit self-conscious and confused as to why she might do that.

“You know, café next door need someone, you look like you fit in. One of them find man with big cock, now they in love and moved away because of his work.” The Asian lady sighs, “I wish I find man with big cock. But no, all I have is annoying sister. She get all love because she doctor!” Maya raises her eyebrows at what the woman is saying. “But I know she also alone, no big cock for her either! HA!”. Maya had no idea how to respond and perhaps looked a little lost. This feisty Asian lady clearly had no filter.

“Anyway…” the Asian lady continued, “Go next door. I know, no sign but just open the door. Ask them for work. You look like you would fit in there”. The Asian lady shooed Maya out the door and pointed to the left of the store, where you could see a silvery looking door handle and closed the door of her restaurant.

Maya was a bit taken aback by this lady’s mannerisms. She had never met someone like that before. She was also a bit concerned with the lady’s comments of “Look like you would fit in there”. Maya didn’t want to accidentally enter a strip club or some other seedy place. Maya took a deep breath and opened the door.

Maya stepped inside to much cooler air than outside. She looked around at the different very fancy looking booths and decorations, most of which looked like they are trying to instill the feeling of being on a farm. From walls lined with paintings of bushes and green rolling hills, to what is bursa merkez escort obviously the kitchen area that is painted to look like the front of a barn. Maya could also see a pair of fine legs wearing a pair of stockings and a short skirt underneath a table in one of the booths, the rest of the woman’s body hidden behind a large newspaper. Maya turned left and saw a chalkboard with specials on it on the wall. Milk tea, Green Tea, Milk only, Fresh from the Tap. Maya was a bit confused as to why “Fresh from the Tap” has its own price. Isn’t that used to describe how fresh their products are? Before Maya could ponder it any further, she heard someone calling to her.

“Hello! My name is Bessie!… Is there something I can help you with?” Came the bright yet inquisitive voice, from the right side of Maya. Maya had not even noticed her there. Maya turned to speak to her, to ask if there are any positions available in this café, ready to lay it on thick. Maya’s voice caught on in her throat before she could finish getting her first word out. This woman, about 1.6meters tall with blonde hair and brown eyes, had gigantic breasts which rivaled even Mayas! That was not the sole reason for her sudden inability to communicate. The woman had a headband with cow horns and ears on her head, had a leather strap with a cowbell attached to it tied around her neck and was wearing a cow print bikini that barely covered her nipples. Her very hard nipples.

“I… umm… I…” Was all Maya could get out. “Oh! Sorry, one moment please!” Bessie said, clearly recognizing that she was dealing with a civilian who was unaware of what was going on here. Bessie turned around, giving Maya a good view of her backside, revealing that despite her massive breasts, she was actually very toned with healthy hips and a shapely rear. Maya found her eyes drawn down, seeing the cow tail butt plug moving the, most likely cow print, thong to the side. “Selina!” Bessie spoke loudly through a small round hole behind her, “Booth 5!”. Bessie turned back to Maya, her firm, large breasts drawing Maya’s attention once again. “So sorry about that! A customer asked to be alerted once its 11 o-clock. Okay so… I can see by your face that it’s your first time in h-” Bessie spoke with a soft smile and understanding eyes, as the door next to Maya burst open and the small Asian lady from the restaurant stormed in.

“Look! I find you a new cow!” The Asian lady said loudly and proudly, before the door even had time to close. “Look at this body! That big ass! She is perfect!” She continued as Maya had begun to blush bright red, not finding any words in her mouth despite it being open. “She said she come from a farm, she a natural cow! Her milk must be very good! I am here to lay first order now!” The Asian lady continued, dead serious. “Mrs Chang, she is…” Bessie began desperately, before a different deeper female voice cut in. “You brought me a new cow huh, sister? Maybe I will have to steal her away from you…” Maya yelped as she felt two small hands come from behind her, from the inside of the café, pull her close and begin groping her breasts. The woman was basically spooning her.

Maya was frozen in shock, Bessie’s mouth hanging open in disbelief, as Maya felt the warm breath the short woman groping her was breathing into her back. “There there, it’s okay, we will have you mooing in relief soon” the husky voice said, Maya acutely aware of how much the woman was pushing their two bodies together. “There you are…” the woman said, as Maya felt the woman grasp her two nipples between her fingers and thumbs and start to pull on it rhythmically, seemingly trying to milk her.

3 seconds later, the amount of time it took her brain to reboot, Maya yelled “STOP!” and yanked the hands away from her before pushing the Asian lady aside and running out the door. Maya ran quite a fair distance, not knowing what to think or where she was going. She stopped and breathed deeply. Maya forced herself to think about what the hell just happened. She could feel her nipples, as they had never been pulled on like that before. Except when she last masturbated. Maya forced that last thought from her mind. Maya decided that today was over and began walking home.

As Maya walked home the wind started blowing, every small gust making her aware of how her body had betrayed her; how sopping wet her panties are and alerting her to the streaks of liquid that had begun to seep down her legs. Maya tried her best not to look down, she tried to pretend her nipples weren’t hard. Weren’t begging for more.

Maya arrived home and took a cold shower. She tried to banish the memories of what had happened from her mind. She couldn’t. That woman, a woman she never even saw, pulled on her nipples so… expertly. Maya bit her lip as she thought of how much practice that woman must have gotten. Of how many cows she had to milk.

Maya’s left hand went down to her pussy, in the shower, as she began to rub herself. She pictured Bessie squealing as that woman behind her was massaging her breasts before finding her nipples. Messaging her udders before finding her teats. Maya pushed a finger into her gushing and fiery hot folds. Maya pictured Bessie as she was held from behind, forced to lean forward, gasping as milk began to drop from her massaged teats, into the waiting bucket underneath.

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