Creamy Hucow Bundle of 4 E-Book

Daisy Rose

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Creamy Hucow Bundle of 4

Leseprobe

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Creamy Hucow Bundle of 4

Copyright of Daisy Rose

By Daisy Rose

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Cream & Coffee

(Hucow Exhibitionism)

By Daisy Rose

Hucow At A Cafe

I loved my new job in the cafe as a human cow. Other than the fact that I can never, ever, let anybody know what I'm actually doing in my job, it's the perfect job.

All I had to do every day is take the pills from my boss that ensures that I continued lactating and producing the highest quality milk and make the drinks for the high-end customers who were paying more than $100 per cup of coffee. I don't even have to leave the safety of my kitchen for my three hour-shift.

Most days, I will end up making just about twenty cups of coffee a day, the upper limit being 25 cups a day to ensure that I don't run dry or put any strain on my body. A good cow is a happy cow, my boss always says when he hands me my biweekly paycheck.

Fresh milk is what the cafe promises, and we definitely deliver on that promise.

I was surprised on the interview when my lanky French boss asked to sample my milk. He stared at my huge tits intensely, the tight shirt barely holding them together, stretching to its fullest. He brought me to the back of the cafe and asked me to pull my shirt and bra down, exposing my naked breasts to his lustful eyes.

When I did not comply fast enough, he huffed and placed his fingers on my neck, sensually caressing my skin as he pulled my shirt down completely, freeing and pushing my tits upwards in the process. He did the same thing with my bra, pushing the cup aside so that my tits sprung outwards, chocolate nipples exposed to the air.

His cold fingers brushed against my full tits gently, swirling around the edges of my sensitive nubs before pinching them between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing out a few droplets of fresh milk slowly. I stood in stunned horror as he put his mouth to my nipple and suckled hungrily, filling his mouth with warm, thick creamy liquid that trickled down the sides of his lips.

My knees weakened and I stumbled into his ready arms, holding me at bay as he continued to drain the milk from my tits. A familiar wetness forming between my legs that made me squeeze my thick thighs together. His hand reached towards my pussy, slipping down my pants and into the wetness between my legs easily.

I gasped when he slipped a finger into my folds, pumping in and out to stimulate my clit with each penetration. I gyrated unconsciously against his finger fuck, feeling his tongue tracing the outline of my nipple sensually as he played with my pussy and tits.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped, watching his mouth pull my breasts as he suckled great gulps of milk into him. Tremors ran through my body as he continued to stimulate me with his expert fingers and tongue.

I touched my other breast with my own hands, squeezing my breast to make milk stream down the underside of my globe.

"Very good," he groaned, moving his attention to my other breast, suckling and taking in great gulps of milk after emptying my other tit, his finger continuing to inflame my clit, stroking and strumming like an expert guitar player serenading his lover.

"Ahh..." I moaned, feeling my pussy contract even as he slid a second finger into my pussy.

"Delicieux," he murmured when he unlatched his lips from my breast, making me gasp in pleasure. He brushed the trickle of milk dripping down his cheek with his finger and brought it to his lips.

I quickly pulled my clothes back up, skin flushing in embarrassment as I tried to hide my modesty. I crossed my legs uncomfortable, acutely aware of the throbbing need in my pussy.

"You will do perfectly," he said.

"Does this mean I'm hired?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered. "You start tomorrow afternoon, but first..." he undid his pants, freeing his large cock.

I licked my lips, feeling completely aroused by the sight of his throbbing cock. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered frankly. "And from now on, you will refer to me as 'master' and I will refer to you as what you are: a human cow."

I nodded numbly, my brain muddled and hungry for the cock. He pulled my panties off with one swift pull and penetrated me on the kitchen counter.

"Ahh!!" I gasped, hands gripping his shoulder, feeling my world fall apart as his cock found the sweet spot in my wet folds almost immediately.

He slammed into me ruthlessly, his hands gripping my tits to force milk to spurt from my nipples, smearing his face, his exposed neck, and his shirt.

"Do you like getting fucked, cow?" he groaned, tongue licking away the milk on his lips.

"Yes!" I gasped, knees wrapping around his hips tightly.

He pulled back completely so that only the head of his cock was in my pussy, then slammed down, sending shocks of pleasure and pain through me. "Yes, what?!" he demanded, pulling out and thrusting into me completely again to send stars to my head.

"Yes, master!" I blurted, fingers digging into his shoulder at the intensity of my pleasure.

"Good," he said, lips crashing into mine, tongue dancing with my own, allowing me a taste of my own sweet, creamy milk.

His lips muffled my screams of pleasure as he continued to push his cock into me, impaling me with his large cock, rocking me back and forth with each penetration, hands still fondling my sensitive nipples, smearing milky goodness all over ourselves and our clothes.

He emptied his load inside me, his warm cum hitting the insides of my pussy pleasurably, sending me into my own orgasm that made my pussy clench his manhood tightly. Cock still in me, he pulled my hair back to make me arch my back and wrapped his lips around my tit, taking one last greedy taste of my creamy milk.

And with that, I have my first job as a hucow in a cafe, providing the milk in our deliciously unique coffee.

I smiled as I sauntered into the cafe from the back entrance. I downed the pills by my name on the punch clock and put on my uniform quickly. I had to wear a sexy maid's costume with black and white cow-like patterns on the clothing. The costume left little the imagination, the top hugging my tits tightly together and straining them against the fabric while the skirt hung on my wide hips and stopped just bare of my butt cheeks, threatening to expose my bright red thongs completely if I were just to bend down slightly.

I donned on the pair of cute cow ears on my head and a black chocker with a pink bell, completing my work uniform.

The only time I had to walk amongst the connoisseurs was in the beginning of each shift, where I had to take a slow stroll in the cafe with my boss leading me on, by the cuff on my wrists.

We had a smaller crowd today, with only a little more than twelve gentlemen in their formal black tuxedoes, looking as if they've just walked out of a mafia firm.

"Hello, toots," one of the men greeted.

I glanced at him, but did not say anything. I was immediately drawn to his eyes, as dark as the night. He grinned at me and winked, sending a blush to my cheeks.

"Move along now," my boss said, giving my cuffs a tug and making me stumble forward to catch up with him.

The moment we were inside the kitchen again, I changed out of the cow costume and into my more comfortable red bra and white blouse. He left me alone to handle the orders and I pulled my bra down, shuddering only slightly as the cold air brushed against my nipples.

My pussy was moist and wet, ready for action. I reached a trembling hand between my legs, feeling the moistness with my fingers. My nipples were sore almost immediately, breasts hanging heavily, aching to be milked.

I reached my hands to my breasts, hands closing onto my nipples and pulling gingerly to force out a little bit of the milky goodness into a waiting cup on the table.

My heart thudded in my chest despite the knowledge that nobody could see me in the back of the kitchen. A moan escaped my lips as I began to knead my soft breast, forcing more and more of the milk to spurt out and into the cup. My sensitive swollen breast feeling more relief now that I have milked myself a little.

I felt a growing wetness in my pussy, but couldn't do anything about it until I was done with work.

"Hurry up, cow," my boss ordered from outside the door. I could hear him tapping his feet impatiently. I quickly distributed the milk that I have collected among the coffee cups and pulled my shirt up.

I quickly made the coffee and poured them into the delicate cups, inhaling the sweet scent of coffee and freshly squeezed milk.

"Here you go," I said, pushing the tray of five cups to him. "I'll get the rest out as soon as I can," I said, feeling milk seeping through my thin shirt.

"Good work," he said, taking the tray from me to serve to the customers.

I had only just pulled my shirt down to begin filling the second cup when my boss suddenly came storming into the kitchen.

"Ginny!" he shouted.

I knew I was in trouble immediately. He had been calling me 'cow' as soon as I got the job here as the hucow. "I- Is there anything wrong?"

"Anything wrong?" he yelled, "you forgot to put milk in Matthew's cup!"

I wracked my brain, trying to think back and recall my mistake. "I'm certain I put milk in all five cups!" I said.

"Five!" he shouted, "you gave me six cups! One of which had no milk in it!"

I gasped, putting my hands to my lips in horror. "I'll make him another cup!" I said immediately.