Ruto

If a friend recommends you for this sort of job, is it a job reference, or a blind date?

I pondered this while waiting at the door. I had rang the bell only five seconds ago but already started thinking the worst. She doesn't want to open the door. She wants me to give up and leave. She just did this to be polite. She saw me and doesn't like me already. She--

*CLICK*

"Uh, hello. You're a little early."

All I saw was a face. Barely even that, what I mostly saw was white hair and an eye, and a little patch of green hair just past the eye, behind an ivory colored horn.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something? I just wanted to make a good impression I guess."

"No! I'm never really that busy, or uh... Anyway! You're the um, the um." She couldn't say it.

"Milker?" I understood. Saying it out loud felt like coming on too strong, even though we agreed to this.

"Right, that. I'm Ruto. Please come in, I just want to talk before we start."

She opened the door all the way and I could finally see her as I walked in and took off my shoes. Her ears were milky white like her bangs, but the horns discolored into a golden brown away from the tips. Overalls and brass bells must have been minotaur fashion, because she, too, wore denim overalls with a bell on a leather collar. She seemed well aware of what I was here for, as she wore nothing else under the overalls, leaving a vast tract of cleavage visible. Maybe nothing else fit her, the torso fabric of the overalls seemed tiny already compared to how much of her breasts I could tightly squeezed into her chest at the sides, pushing down on the clothing low enough to show off so much between her straps.

"Sorry I shouldn't stare" I finished taking off my shoes, and saw the hooves and calves, actually shaking a little. "Um I'll just wash my hands before we start." I pointed to what looked like a kitchen sink.

"Oh yes, um. Listen I don't uh, I don't know what my friend told you. She's a little energetic and she's always looking for excuses to get me out of the house more, so I just want to set something straight."

I walked over and turned on the faucet, she spoke a little louder, but it sounded more like she was looking for conviction than volume.

"I just need a milker! I just broke another machine because I keep making too much milk for them. Even if there's enough space in the tank the parts just can't take the pressure, so I need you to do it by hand. But that's all I want from you. Not some kind of weird date."

"I understand." That kind of cleared things up.

"Good! Then please follow me." I shook my hands dry while watching her walk across the living room, and then obliged when she opened a wooden door. It felt kind of rude to, but I couldn't resist admiring her ass a little as her hips swayed in her strides. Her tail mixed both colors of her hair, but the rest of her hair was clearly mostly green, the white bangs merely an accent or highlight, and braided below her horns and down to her hips.

The room was decorated like a sauna, it even had space for a steamer. But she clearly was headed towards a short bench in the center of the room with a leaning bar in front.

I knelt in front of her as she sat down.

"Um. Could you please do it from behind."

I gulped when I heard that "Um what?"

"No not like that! I meant, milk from behind, I don't uh, I don't want to um."

"Oh no no I get it I get it. It's too personal in front." and hurried to stand up and back away and that's when I hit my head on the leaning bar.

"Oh my are you--"

"Yeah, just stupid." I rubbed my head, but moved my hand down to my face, almost in shame of doing something so silly. When I put my hand down she was smiling a little.

I turned over to a corner with some buckets stacked up and brought them all over, putting one behind Ruto for my to sit on, one in front of her and the rest a little to the side. I watched patiently as she unbuckled her overalls, each falling on the bench beside her with a *CLANG*. Her breasts finally fell free of the denim, even from behind I could tell they sagged a bit lower without the tight squeeze. She sat in silence for a second, I still waited for her invitation though.

"You can start. Just be careful."

I carefully brought my arms underneath hers, and rested them just below her shoulders to get her used to their touch.

"Are they too cold or anything?"

"No they're... quite... fine. They're fine."

With her okay signal I dragged them down each breast, cupping them as they rounded out, and gently squeezed each nipple as I approached them. She didn't respond, so I kept going. I picked them up from underneath and squeezed firmly, returning to the nipples to stimulate them and feel for any liquid coming out. After an agonizingly long twenty seconds, she finally made a sound.

"mmmmmh..."

And a warm liquid trickled onto my fingers. So I immediately let go, and she leaned forward on the bar, and a very light pitter patter could be heard as the tiny little leaks I let out hit the bucket.

"Alright, here I go." My hands returned to her nipples, rubbing and squeezing them until the leak slowly expanded into a drip, a trickle, and a steady stream. All the while, Ruto started to breathe deeper and more frequently. This time I reached up a little futher, groping her tits completely, and squeezing the soft, beautiful flesh more forcefully. Milk rushed out of Ruto and splashed into the bucket with each squeeze.

"Ahhhh... mmmmm...." her voice came out with each pulse of my hands. It grew louder as I started to pull and squeeze in rhythm. "ahh, more." And then suddenly she gasped, realizing what she just said.

"Yes ma'am." I kicked the almost full bucket to the side and put down another one, then I brought a finger to each nipple, teasing her a little while continuing to milk her, and sure enough the stream started to widen. The creamy milk came out in thick, powerful bursts, rushing past my fingers to fill the second bucket.

"mmmmmhhhh.. mmmmmm.... MOOOOOO" It was still soft and human in tone, like a deep throaty moan, but it was louder than any other.

"Mooo! mmmmhhh, Mooo!" I kept up the pace, and she started to moan and moo more quietly, getting used to my handmilking.

Another bucket filled. I kicked it out of the way, and put down a third.

...

"Wow you weren't joking, we spent almost two hours here."

Five full buckets sat on the floor. Near the end I had to give up my own chair, and leaned on her back for support instead.

"How do you usually occupy yourself when you're using a machine?"

"Oh, um, you know, I read... books..."

"Oh, yeah I guess I would, too." I noticed a screen that I must have been ignoring. It didn't have a cable box but it had a built-in DVD player. "Got some movies you like to watch?"

She looked apprehensive at that answer. I must have been asking too many questions.

"Ah it doesn't matter, I was here to milk, not to be nosy. In fact, I guess that means I need to be going."

"Right, you should. Thanks for helping, the best I can offer you in return is to keep some of the milk for yourself."

Oh right, I suppose we should have discussed this before we started. If this going to be a professional thing I have to do it compensated, right? It'd be kinda weird for her otherwise. To be honest I don't know how she doesn't find this completely weird already but maybe she used to have another handmilker.

"Ever done this kind of thing before?"

"No, not really. I used to do it myself, but I started giving too much. It used to take me at least twice as long because I wasn't very good at it, and I wouldn't get any help from my boyfr--"

She stopped herself.

"Look just take some milk and go, come back again whenever you can, I can go a week or more if you're busy. And uh, thanks, for not being awkward about it. I really appreciate the help."

I started back towards the door, curiously looking at her bookshelves on the way. She saw this and hurried me out the door in a bit of a panic. I didn't bother to make a fuss about it.

"Well I'll be going then."

"Yes. Um..." She looked about to say something else, but then just said "See you."

I waited a second, unsure if I wanted to say something else, but then just backed out and left.