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Six stories of women sharing creamy treats! A half-dozen tales where hot and ready women give up the creamy hucow goods. Includes Hucow for Hire 1-6: Bachelor Party Peg, Dairy Farm Darla, Locker Room Laura, Workplace Wanda, Catering Girl Cate, and Beach Babe Barbara. Get the bundle now! An erotic short bundle featuring hucow creamy puddings, multipartner, strangers, and DP.
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HUCOW FOR HIRE DOUBLE BUNDLE
JADE BLEU
Six stories of women sharing creamy treats!
A half-dozen tales where hot and ready women give up the creamy hucow goods. Includes Hucow for Hire 1-6: Bachelor Party Peg, Dairy Farm Darla, Locker Room Laura, Workplace Wanda, Catering Girl Cate, and Beach Babe Barbara. Get the bundle now!
An erotic short bundle featuring hucow creamy puddings, multipartner, strangers, and DP.
Genre: Contemporary Erotica
Length: 13,894 words
Copyright © 2018 by Jade Bleu
First eBook Publication: August 2018
Cover design by Jade Bleu
All cover art and logo copyright © 2018 by Jade Bleu
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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Contents
Hucow for Hire #1: Bachelor Party Peg
Hucow for Hire #2 Dairy Farm Darla
Hucow for Hire #3: Locker Room Laura
Hucow for Hire 4: Workplace Wanda
Hucow for Hire 5: Catering Girl Cate
Hucow for Hire 6: Beach Babe Barbara
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HUCOW FOR HIRE #1: BACHELOR PARTY PEG
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Drinks at the bachelor party are on Peg...literally!
Peg gets hired to be the life of Jason's bachelor party. The men are already riled and ready thanks to the usual stripper action, and when Peg steps on stage with her large jugs, all sorts of warm, white cream will soon be flowing everywhere! An erotic short featuring hucow creamy puddings, multipartner, DP double penetration, and bachelor party bukkake.
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When Jason’s best man offered me fifteen hundred to be the star attraction at the bachelor party, I’d laughed my ass off...until he bumped the amount to five grand. So there I was, standing in the wings watching while the usual hot stripper whipped the men into a frenzy. She had a straight back chair on stage, and she knew how to work it—especially once the groom himself was given the seat of honor. She humped his lap and rubbed her modest tits in his face while the guests hollered and cheered her on. Dollar bills were flying everywhere, along with sequins falling off the front triangle of her G-string.
By the time she was finished, boners were straining zippers all over the bar, and the guys were red-faced and grinning while they tossed back more alcohol. I freely admit my heart was pounding with the knowledge that it was my turn. Everyone aside from the best man, Greg, thought that the stripper was the highlight of the evening. So when I strolled out on stage, my long ponytail swinging, and took a seat in the chair, no one even noticed...at first.
I sat there, twiddling a button on my sweater and fluffing a full poodle-style skirt over my bare knees, while the guys continued to talk too loud, laugh, and slap each other on the backs. Ice clinked in glasses as the booze flowed.
Finally, one guy noticed me. “What the hell’s this?”
A few turned to regard the prim retro girl.
“You here to share the good news, honey?” a wide man asked. “Because I’m beyond saving.”
“Gentlemen,” Jason called out, coming up on stage and standing behind me. “I have another little surprise in store tonight.”
“I think you got things in the wrong order,” a lanky redhead called out. “You should have started with the church girl and ended with the hot stripper.”
The group laughed and shouted out agreement.
I sat sweetly with a demure smile, ignoring the booze-fed rudeness.
“This is Peg,” Jason said, moving behind me and putting his hands on my shoulders. “She’s here to serve you drinks...and before you wise asses point out that you’ve already cleaned out half the bar, I can guarantee you’ve never been served like this.”
I sat perfectly proper, hands folded in my lap and legs tucked to the side, while he reached down and began unbuttoning my sweater. Suddenly, sarcastic grins turned to curiosity, and the buzz of conversation fell silent. Eyes everywhere diverted to me while Jason peeled back the tight knit to expose my huge, braless melons. There was a collective gasp of astonishment.
I’d deliberately neglected to milk my tits for several hours, so the already oversized mounds were full, heavy, and jutting straight out. My nipples were long and firm, and when Jason hefted the underside of my melons to demonstrate their weight to the crowd, a drop of milk collected on the tip of a pink bud.
“Peg is a hot fucking MILF, wouldn’t you say?” Jason asked. “And she’s agreed to breast feed anyone who’s up for a taste.”
Eyes widened, and whispers went around the room. The men who’d been so boisterous moments before were frozen in place. It was time for me to take matters in hand.
“Come now, boys,” I said, shrugging the sweater the rest of the way off my shoulders. The motion jiggled my tits nicely. “Surely one of you is brave enough to give it a try. You don’t even have to come up here.”
I hefted my tits with an expert motion, leaving my heavy rounds in my palms and my fingers poised around big nipples. Milking is a little bit of a practiced skill, and I had plenty of experience. Squeezing and pulling a few times, I primed the pump and got things flowing.
The first squirt of milk arched gracefully and shot out a good few feet, hitting the biggest of the crowd square in the chest. He jerked in surprise, but I had already shifted my aim to shoot milk at the groom. His mouth was open in shock, but the minute he saw it coming for him, he smiled and opened wider. It took a few tries, ducking and bobbing, but he caught a stream on his tongue.
“Want it?” I asked, squirting harder. “Drinks are on me!”
