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Taehyung's strongest memory was the smell of rain-soaked hay and the warmth of a barn on a stormy evening. He remembered the comforting lowing of the cows, the gentle patter of raindrops on the corrugated metal roof, and the soft glow of a single bulb hanging from the wooden beam above. It was a simple, solitary moment from his past that he often returned to in his mind's eye. His mother had told him that he was born with a peculiar gift, the ability to produce milk in abundance, a trait that had been passed down through generations of their unique lineage. His mother had been a milkmaid too, serving the "Creamy Cowbell Cafe" with pride.

Now, Taehyung had grown into his role, He had inherited his mother's voluptuous figure, with breasts so large and full they often drew stares and a wet, eager pussy that seemed to be in a constant state of readiness. The cafe was a bustling place, known not just for its tranquil setting, but for the secret ingredients that made their drinks the most sought-after in town.

Jungkook was Taehyung's most devoted patron. He came in every day without fail, ordering the signature "Milky Way" latte, which was made with a generous helping of the cafe's secret ingredient,  Jungkook was tall, with a lean, muscular build and piercing golden eyes that seemed to see right through to Taehyung's soul. Each time Jungkook took a sip of the creamy concoction, his eyes would close in ecstasy, and Taehyung couldn't help but feel a thrill of pride and desire boil inside of him.

Taehyung's job at the "Creamy Cowbell Cafe" was straightforward; serve drinks, interact with customers, and keep the secret ingredients fresh. The process of collecting the milk was a delicate one, a dance of teasing and touch that left his nipples sensitive and his pussy wet. It was a secret known only to the owner, a portly man named Mr. Jung, who had discovered the unique properties of his milkmaids' bodily fluids and had turned it into the cafe's claim to fame.

One morning, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the cracked windows of the barn-turned-cafe, Taehyung found himself in the back, preparing for the day ahead. A milksucking entrapment had been attached to his nipples, the suction cups working their magic to draw out the sweet, creamy milk that flowed in his veins. He sat back, his large breasts heaving with each rhythmic tug, feeling the cool metal against his skin as he leaned into the sensation. The contraption was a marvel of modern technology, designed to mimic the gentle pull of a calf's mouth, ensuring maximum yield with minimal discomfort.

With his free hand, he reached down between his thighs, feeling the warm, sticky wetness that had pooled there. His pussy was swollen and needy, as it often was during the milking sessions. The gentle tugging on his nipples sent waves of pleasure through his body, and he couldn't resist the urge to ease his ache. He grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it strategically under his hips, the soft fabric moulding to his curves as he leaned back, his legs parted and knees bent.

The milksucking entrapment hummed softly, a comforting white noise that accompanied the rhythmic pulsing of his nipples. As the contraption continued to work its magic, Taehyung slid a hand over the pillow, coating it with his slick juices. He began to rub his clit in slow, deliberate circles, matching the tempo of the suction. His breath hitched in his throat as the sensation grew more intense, the pillow muffling the soft whimpers that escaped from his lips. The smell of his arousal filled the small space, mingling with the faint scent of fresh milk.

Taehyung's breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his moans echoing softly through the empty café. The sound of the milk machines' steady pull mingles with his gasps, creating a symphony of desire. His eyes roll back in his head, lost in the sensation of his own body, as he grinds his hips against the pillow. His hand moves faster, his fingers slipping in and out of his wet folds. He's so close, yet he doesn't want it to end. The feeling of the machines on his udders is exquisite torture, making him ache for more. His body tenses, his orgasm building like a storm about to break loose.

Taehyung's desperate whimpers fill the small, utilitarian space of the back room. His body writhes against the cold, hard chair, his legs spread wide as he continues to fuck the pillow in a frenzy. "Ahh, more, please, more," he pleads, his voice a mix of need and want. The machines on his udders are relentless, the pressure building with each pulse, driving him closer and closer to the edge. His hips buck wildly as he imagines someone - anyone - kneeling before him, eager to taste his sweetness. "Suck me, suck me," he cries out, his voice muffled by the fabric of the pillow pressed against his face. His hand moves faster, his thumb circling his clit as two of his fingers slide in and out of his soaking-wet pussy. The sounds of his desperation mingle with the mechanical drone of the milkers, creating a symphony of carnality that fills the air with a thick, erotic tension.

Taehyung's moans grow louder, his hips gyrating uncontrollably as he imagines a skilled mouth taking his clit between eager teeth. "Ahhh, suck me," he cries, his voice high-pitched and desperate. His hand moves in a blur, his thumb flicking over his swollen nub with the precision of a maestro. His moans become a constant soundtrack to his masturbation, punctuating the rhythmic squeak of the chair and the mechanical hum of the milking machines.

"Fuckkkk," Taehyung moans, his breathing ragged and uneven as he feels his orgasm approaching like a freight train. He arches his back, pushing his chest out to maximize the contact between the machines and his sensitive nipples. His eyes squeeze shut, and his mouth forms a perfect 'O' as he imagines a rough hand tugging at his clit, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. His free hand clutches at his apron, twisting the fabric in his fist as he rides the waves of pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh God," Taehyung gasps, his body tightening like a coil ready to spring. His legs shake uncontrollably, and he knows he's just moments away from release. He throws his head back, and his eyes roll in his head. "Someone, anyone," he whispers, his voice a hoarse, desperate plea. The thought of being watched, being used, sends him over the edge, and he cums hard, his body spasming with the force of his orgasm. The pillow is drenched with his juices, and his cries fill the room, a testament to the intensity of his orgasm. As he comes down from his high, his breathing slows, and he opens his eyes to find himself still in the café's back room, the machines still working away, unfazed by his display of carnality.

Taehyung giggles softly, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, as he reaches down to detach the milking cups from his sensitive nipples. His trembling fingers fumble slightly, the aftershocks of his orgasm still coursing through him, as he relocates the device to the swollen bud of his clit. The moment the suction meets his skin, he gasps, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Mmm  YESSS," he whispers, his voice breathy and laden with need. The machine's intensity is almost too much to handle, but he's too far gone to care.

He sits back in the chair, his legs spread wide and let the sensation wash over him. The feeling of his clit being greedily sucked is exquisite, and he can't help but let out a series of high-pitched moans. "Yesss, suck my clit," he murmurs, his voice barely audible above the whirring of the machine. His hips rock slightly, his body seeking more contact, more friction. He's so close, so very close to another climax, and he knows it won't be long now.

The suction reaches a crescendo, and Taehyung's body tightens, his muscles coiling like a spring about to snap. He throws his head back, arching his spine, and cries out, "Fuck my cunt!" His hand slides down from his clit to his wet pussy, and he presses two fingers into his slick entrance, the feeling of fullness making his toes curl. The combination of the machine's relentless teasing and his manual stimulation sends him spiralling into another powerful orgasm.

His moans echo through the room, bouncing off the metal surfaces and mixing with the whir of the milking machine. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but he craves it, his body begging for more. His hips buck against his hand, his pussy clenching around his fingers as he fucks himself in time with the suction on his clit. The world narrows to this one point of intense sensation, the rest of his body forgotten in the throes of his climax.

"Mmph," Taehyung moaned, his body convulsing as he came, his hot seed mixing with the cool milk that pooled in the pail below. The contraption on his nipples released their suction with a soft pop, and he looked down to see his creamy essence mixing with the white liquid. The sight of it brought a blush to his cheeks and a naughty smile to his lips. He leaned back in the chair, catching his breath, feeling the sticky mess spread between his legs. The room was quiet, save for the steady hum of the milkers and the occasional drip from the full udders into the containers.

With a sigh, he stood up, his legs wobbly from the intensity of his orgasm. He grabbed a towel from the shelf, wiping away the evidence of his indulgence from his body. The cool fabric against his sensitive skin sent a shiver down his spine, making him briefly consider going for round three. However, the clock on the wall reminded him that the café would be opening soon, and he had work to do. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of Jungkook walking through the door, even today... unaware of the secret ingredient in his favourite drink, like many others.

As he cleaned up, Taehyung's thoughts drifted to the past, to the first time he'd been told about his gift. His mother had sat him down, her ample breasts heaving with a mix of pride and sadness. "You're special," she'd said, "but you must keep it hidden. Our family has a duty to the café and to Mr. Jung." She had explained the process with a gentle touch, showing him how to coax the milk from his body. It had been strange, but the sensation had been undeniably pleasurable. And now, it had become a part of his daily routine, a secret that fueled his fantasies and his work.

Grabbing a glass jar, Taehyung carefully collected his fresh produce, the warm, creamy liquid sliding easily into the container. He took a moment to admire the off-white colour of his milk, with bits of his squirt swirling it gently. It was a stark contrast to the white milk that filled the other jars, a secret blend that was the café's trademark. He capped the jar tightly, a smirk playing on his lips, knowing the delightful secret he held. The mixture was a potent aphrodisiac, and it was his contribution to the "Milky Way" latte that Jungkook loved so much.

In the main kitchen area, Taehyung poured the milk into the industrial blender, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he sealed the lid. The whirl of the blades was like a symphony to his ears as they mixed the milk into a creamy perfection. He added a pinch of cinnamon and a dash of vanilla to mask the unique flavour profile, blending until it was smooth and frothy. The scent of the concoction filled the room, and he couldn't resist taking a quick peek into the jar, his heart racing at the thought of Jungkook's reaction.

With the blending complete, he carefully poured the milk into the bottles, each one labelled with a hand-crafted sticker that read "Creamy Cowbell's Special Blend." The sight of the bottles, lined up neatly on the shelf, brought a sense of pride to his chest. They were the lifeblood of the café, the key to its success, and his secret to making every customer's day brighter. Each bottle contained a piece of him, a secret shared with only a select few, and it was a bond that tied him to his legacy.