Hucow For Sale E-Book

Daisy Rose

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Hucow For Sale

Leseprobe

Hucow For Sale

(Exhibitionism Cuckquean BDSM)

By Daisy Rose

Copyright 2015 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

By The Lake While Farmers Watch

The lock clanged loudly as it fell onto the floor. I hid further into the hay pile, dreading what awaited me at the other side of the door.

I could see my master's outline, the beer gut hanging out obscenely, so large that it almost hid his small cock. He had bought me from the orphanage as soon as I turned eighteen and started feeding me pills and training me to be the perfect hucow. I was continuously fed the hormones to ensure that my body remains in prime condition, and he was careful not to touch me so that I would be able to fetch a higher price.

However, two months ago, he got real drunk and stumbled into my stall, his limp cock dangling between his legs as he went on and on about how much I was costing him and his wife and how the economy was so bad that nobody wanted to buy a hucow no more.

Then he pushed me onto the floor with my behind jutting out and stuck his pathetic limp cock inside my virgin pussy, pumping and groaning while pulling my nipples, but not hard enough to draw milk. It didn't take long for him to cum as he thrust into me. I barely felt his dick in me that time, since he was so drunk and his dick was so small.

A few days after that, he came into my stall again, but he was completely sober that time. He was much rougher, turning me over again so I was on all fours, and stuck his erect cock inside me. He was hard enough to be able to penetrate past my virgin pussy and break my hymen. It hurt that time when he thrust into me, grunting so loudly that the horses in the next stalls neighed and kicked against the wooden walls.

I was moaning and thrashing, trying to fight him off, but he was too strong for me. He used his size and weight to push me down so much that my tits were almost flattened against the hay, painfully squeezing me between him and the cold hay.

His throbbing cock pumped deep inside me for only a few minutes until he reached his orgasm, spurting how cum inside my pussy. After that, he came to my stall every other day to satisfy his lust.

I crossed my legs and waited with bated breath for him to enter my stall. He hadn't even bothered to wear pants this time.

His hair was matted and dirty and he smelled like he hadn't bathed in a few days.

"Come here, cow," he ordered, his yellowing teeth showing when he grinned. "Suck my cock," he ordered.

I whimpered, not wanting to taste the dirty cock in my mouth. "Please," I begged. He tugged my collar and pulled me forward so roughly that I face planted on the hay.</ [...]