Save a Cow, Milk the Milkman

Bringing Home The Bacon

(This chapter contains sexual content)

Francis groaned and shut the door, he slumped against it. The already big bags on his eyes were far more pronounced.

He was exhausted to say the least. Two customers had screamed at him, three had just randomly telling him their life story, and one tried to attack him!

"Babe, are you okay?" Y/n stepped out of the living room, the soft humming of the TV static rung throughout their ears.

"Just tired, customers were up my ass all day." Francis rubbed his eyes.

"You poor thing, it doesn't help that you barely sleep at all!" As Y/n scolded him, Francis sighed. "Why don't I help you relax?"

Francis raised an eyebrow as Y/n pulled him to his feet and pushed him onto the couch.

"Hm?" A smirk worked it's way onto his tan face. "You getting on your knees?"

"I wanna make you feel better, you've had a hard day." Their finger drew small circles in his thigh as they used their other hand to unzip his pants.

Y/n pulled his thick cock out and played with it, running their pointer finger over the veins. They relished in the noises that came out of their boyfriend.

"Quit teasin' me!" He huffed as Y/n spread precum over the shaft.

"I'm not teasing your, i'm lubing you up. You're shockingly impatient babe." Once his cock was nice and wet, Y/n slid their hand from the shaft to the tip. They rubbed their thumb over the red slit, causing him to whimper.

"Your noises are so cute!" Y/n was definitely teasing him now. It was so hot when he was reduced to a moaning mess all at their hands.

"I-I bet i'd be louder if you finally sucked me off."

"What's the magic word?" Y/n took their hands off his cock, leaving him without any simulation.

"Please, pretty please?" His face was red, his eyes were wet, and his cock twitched at every little touch.

At his pathetic begging, Y/n couldn't resist. They deep throated him immediately, causing him to let out a scream of pleasure.

"JESUS CHRIST!" His cock felt so good in your throat, that familiar salty taste coated their tounge. Francis' fingers dug into the arms of the couch so hard, he was on the verge of tearing the seams.

Y/n used their other hand to cup and squeeze Francis' balls, playing with them. They bobbed their head up and down, licking along the shaft as they did.

They'd sucked his cock many times before and it was still amazing, having sex with Francis was never boring.

They knew he was close to cumming when he finally went quiet. Y/n deep throated him one last time, not only to send him over the edge, but to swallow it all. As Francis recuperated, Y/n sped off, leaving him confused.

"Where are you going? Can't I give you head as well?" He rubbed the back of his neck and yawned.

"Nope, you're WAY too tired. Just sleep baby." Y/n threw a blanket over him and kissed him on the forehead, letting him take his well deserved nap.