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Fifteen stories of women sharing creamy treats!
Get a gaggle of hot hucow stories in one collection! Includes
Hucow for Hire 1-6,
Cream of the Crop 1-3, and
The Billionaire’s Wet Nurse 1-6. Grab this with both hands today!
An erotic short bundle featuring hucow creamy puddings, multipartner, strangers, spanking, and DP.
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HUCOW HEAVEN COLLECTION
JADE BLEU
Fifteen stories of women sharing creamy treats!
Get a gaggle of hot hucow stories in one collection! Includes Hucow for Hire 1-6, Cream of the Crop 1-3, and The Billionaire’s Wet Nurse 1-6. Grab this with both hands today!
An erotic short bundle featuring hucow creamy puddings, multipartner, strangers, spanking, and DP.
Genre: Contemporary Erotica
Length: Approx. 45,000 words
Copyright © 2019 by Jade Bleu
First eBook Publication: May 2019
Cover design by Jade Bleu
All cover art and logo copyright © 2019 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.
ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: You do not have the right to distribute or resell this book without the prior written permission of the author. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred.
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
Cream of the Crop 1: Trish’s Treats
Cream of the Crop 2: Daisy’s Doctors
Cream of the Crop 3: Betsy’s Boss
The Billionaire’s Wet Nurse
The Billionaire’s Wet Nurse 2: Sophie’s Choice
The Billionaire’s Wet Nurse 3: Served by Sarah
The Billionaire’s Wet Nurse 4: Patsy’s Pool Party
The Billionaire’s Wet Nurse 5: Carly’s Cure
The Billionaire’s Wet Nurse 6: Candy’s Apples
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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!”
Now guys were crowding the stage, and my hands were getting slippery with dripping milk as I hosed down the group. So many of them, at least a dozen before I lost count, mouths wide like baby birds waiting for mama to feed them. I confess it was rather fun to think of serving each and every one.
“I gotta have those titties in my mouth,” a sexy cowboy type shouted up.
“And I want to see what’s under that pretty pink skirt,” called another.
“Greg should be the first,” Jason said. “Groom’s choice.”
The guys picked him up and carried him to the stage, where he was deposited in front of me. He was hot-looking, with searing green eyes. His tongue flicked out to clean bits of my creamy treat off his lips.
“Give me your milk,” he said. “I want to drink it straight from those huge melons.”
I flounced over to the chair and sat down. “On your knees, then.”
He got down, which conveniently brought his face to tit level. I cupped the back of his head and parted my lips to show him how wide I wanted him to open. When he obeyed, I took hold of his hair and shoved his mouth onto my breast. He latched on eagerly, lapping and sucking. My head fell back as I moaned at the feeling of his tongue swirling around my hard, aching bud.
He pulled away for just a moment, wiping his chin. “Jesus, Jason,” he gasped. “It’s ambrosia. Get on the other side and try it.”
Soon I had two men on their knees suckling at my teats, and the pleasure was insane. A strong tingling came as a warning that their greedy pulls and tugs were about to open the floodgates. My milk let down in a rush, half choking them, and we almost knocked the chair backward as they pawed at me to get more. The crowd was cheering so loudly that my ears were ringing, and I soon found that two men weren’t nearly enough.
I got up and faced them all, milk streaming down onto my skirt, and uttered one word. “More.”
Men rushed the stage, and I got on my knees on the chair, bending over the back of it. Jason obliged by lifting my skirt to show off my other little secret—I was shaved bare and wearing no panties. Hard dicks started whipping out of pants, all different lengths but stiff as iron. One man—the redhead—held his long rod in front of my tits, and I milked some cream out onto it for him while guys took turns slapping my pale ass cheeks. When it was good and glistening wet, he came behind me, and I felt him fitting that lubed shaft to my puckered asshole. I gasped, not expecting anyone to invade my back door, but before I could protest, more mouths engulfed my breasts while hands went to work on my naked, smooth mound.
He pushed in a little at a time while pleasure elsewhere on my body competed with the searing effect of having my ass stretched. He finally rammed in, and I gripped the chair back hard with a loud cry. A cock took advantage of my wide open mouth, a fatty that jammed to the back of my throat, gagging me while he yanked my ponytail back and mouth fucked me hard. Meanwhile, men pushed each other aside for a chance to drink at my teats, which were still flowing with plenty for all.
Someone complained that Red was hogging up my lower half, so I was turned around to let him sit on the chair. Now I was on his lap, my ass fully impaled while I faced outward. Greg strode up and showed me his large, wide cock.
“I’m going to fuck you with this,” he said, and it almost sounded like a threat.
I just licked my lips and replied, “So have at it, then. If you can fit it in while Red’s up my ass.”
He took the challenge with a growl and a fair amount of effort to get him where he wanted. But eventually, I was sandwiched between him and Red, Greg stuffing his hot dick up my cunt so they could ride me double. Milk and sweat made our chests sticky, and there were hands and heads frequently trying to wedge between us to get at my creamy beverage. Greg was the first to lose control, and he pulled out of me to spray thick gobs of cum onto my milk-spurting tits. Men leaned in to lick me off, which pushed Red over the top. Warm spunk coated my ass and his thighs while he jizzed, screaming my name.
I was yanked to my feet, which were a bit rubbery by then, and then positioned on all fours. My tits hung low this way, and men got beneath me to jack off while they sucked my milk. More lined up behind me to ram my cunt or ass, both of which were good and sore by now but wet as hell from excitement and the amount of semen shot up both holes.
I still hadn’t come myself, but it was a near thing when they laid me on my back on stage. I grabbed my breasts, tugging the nipples to get the milk to keep coming, and I thrust my pelvis upward lewdly, begging for more cock. A half dozen or more of the men stood around me, their fists pumping veined shafts hard enough for me to hear the slapping sounds. Red faces and leering grins were everywhere, and my fingers dipped to my slit, plunging in and out while I watched the guys jerk off to the sight of me. I hefted one large tit upward, and by bending my head, I could flick a tongue out and sample my own milk.
Seeing me do this set off a cum bath like no other. I lapped my cream while men all around swore like sailors and shot their loads all over my bucking, writhing body. Hot, gooey spunk mingled with my milk, creating a salty-sweet taste that drove me wild. I opened my mouth just as they had done, catching arcs of jism and drinking it down.
One guy completely lost it, nearly squashing my face as he dropped over me. “You hot, fucking MILF,” he said. “Suck my dick.”
He rammed his thick member down my throat. Hot, musky cock fucked my cake hole like fury until he shot off like a hose, half on my tongue, the rest joining the glazing on my body until gobs of ooze were everywhere.
Once I’d been fully spunked, guys took turns getting on top and letting their bodies slide around the mess. We kissed, swapping milk and cum, while I got fucked hard up the back and front. When I thought I might black out from pleasure, the last two men took me together, riding me cowgirl style with me hanging onto their necks for dear life. They bounced me like ball, my tits jarred violently by their thrusts, until I finally let go and screamed in orgasm.
Coming like that made my milk let down all over again, hosing everyone who could get close enough to the show. The kept pounding me, the last two coming twice apiece, and then they held me up between them while other guests took their final turns sucking the last drops of milk and licking my body clean. The groom finished me off himself by getting on his knees in front of my pussy, lapping my clit and sucking cum out of me until I screamed. My entire weight was being supported by the guys on either side at this point—my legs no longer worked at all.
When all was said and done, there was so much milk and cum on the floor that the men’s shoes make sticking sounds as they exited the stage. Nobody threw dollars at me, the way they’d done with the stripper. The bills would have been glued to the stage. Instead, large denomination tips were tucked beneath each of my now-empty, but still massive tits. The sheer weight of them held the money in place while I was carried to the ladies’ room to clean up and pull myself together.
I hobbled away that night with a huge smile and seven grand in my purse—the five Jason paid me, plus two more in tips. Word got around fast about my special services, and four more bachelor parties booked my services before I could even walk straight. My breasts tingled at the thought of hosing the next group down with my sweet hucow treat.
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HUCOW FOR HIRE #2: DAIRY FARM DARLA
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Darla is overfull and needs relief...so she visits the dairy experts!
When she can’t stand her abundant supply of cream any longer, Darla visits the local dairy farm meeting to get help from men who know how to handle a teat. She’s soon flowing, moaning, and screaming for more! An erotic short featuring hucow creamy puddings, multipartner, DP, and creampie eating.
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By the time I got to the venue to face my fate, my breasts were heavy and dying for relief—and I was wondering whether I could go through with was in store. The word for what I was suffering from was hyperlactation, an excess of breast milk that was constantly in need of draining. The word for what I was planning to do about it was crazy. Flat out, effing crazy.
The local dairy concern was hosting a meeting, and I happened to know that it was comprised of a bunch of men who took their milk seriously. Out back, a few of the guys had brought dairy animals and penned them in the barn. Small stools with milk samples sat in front of each.
No one was in sight when I snuck in and unbuttoned my blouse enough to squirt a sample into a cup. I placed it in front of a pen and sat inside, waiting. Soon, the meeting let out, and guys came out to the barn to peruse the lineup. I heard them discussing various merits of different collection techniques and the quality of the heifers’ milk. The first man strode up to my area, picked up the cup, and peered inside. He eyed it quizzically.
“Somethin’ wrong with this one,” he said. “Looks different.”
He nearly dropped the cup when he glanced up and saw me sitting quietly on a stool inside the pen. “Uh, who are you?”
“Darla.”
He held up the cup as more guys gathered. “Where’s your cow?”
I smiled. “You’re looking at her.”
I felt the first wet circle stain my blouse as my heavy breasts began to leak. But now at least six guys were standing around gawking. Plenty enough to do what I needed.
One handsome customer with a chiseled jaw pushed his cowboy hat higher on his head. “This some kinda joke?”
“No, sir. I’m dead serious.” I got up and walked up to the front of the pen. “This is where you gentlemen come to discuss problems with milk production, isn’t it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said a blond with all sorts of muscle.
“Well, I have a big problem with milk production. And I think you all can help me.”
I talked big, but my fingers shook as I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open. Many sets of eyes flew wide as I showed off my bra, which was getting soaked.
“What in the hell?” the cowboy asked.
“Holy mother alive,” a silver-haired fox added.
“It’s called hyperlactation,” I explained, shrugging my blouse off and letting it drift to the hay-lined pen. I unhooked the front clasp of my bra and it, too, hit the ground. “I produce way more milk than I can keep up with, boys. I need constant attention to keep my breasts from overfilling and leaking like this.”
Gazes were glued to my tits, which were swollen and dripping creamy fluid. I hefted a melon and squeezed the long, stiff nipple, and a small stream shot out.
The men gasped.
“I’ve tried all sorts of things,” I went on. “Massage, heat, ice packs, meditation, grinning and bearing it. I’ve donated to milk banks. More milk flows in. The doc even tried dry-up pills. It wasn’t pleasant, but it also didn’t work.”
I leaned over the latched gate to the pen. “Then it occurred to me that you can help.”
“How?” the blond asked, but I saw him lick his lips in a nervous gesture. He knew, all right. He knew damn well what I desperately needed.
“Any of you ever tasted breast milk? Lately, I mean.”
Murmurs broke out, but one guy in the back raised his hand.
“I have,” he said. “Sweet as clover. I say we should help her, fellas. It’s the least we can do for a lady.”
I gave them a wide, knowing grin. “Oh, make no mistake. I may be a lactating woman, but I’m no lady.”
The group stared, and I stared back, no one speaking for several moments. I picked up my breasts and began massaging, feeling my nipples tingle as pressure built up behind them. “I ache,” I told them. “Please.”
“Always good for us to review the basics,” Silver Fox said. “Practice our skills.”
The blond’s mouth quirked in a smile. “Step one. Secure the milking animal.”
Suddenly, there was a burst of activity. The pen opened, and men poured into the small space. Some grabbed my arms, while others brought over halters and straps to tie my wrists to the sides of the pen.
“Step two,” my cowboy god went on, “clean the udders.”
A washtub of warm water was brought while I was stripped down. “So as not to get your clothes wet,” a red-haired man said, but who was he kidding? We all knew I’d be getting more than a good milking.
Like a good hucow, I stood complacent while sponges slapped against my skin. I was washed down with warm, sudsy water running circles around my breasts. My head dropped back, and I began moaning. Special attention was paid to my nipples, which began leaking in a steady stream now. Then my bath went south, water and soap streaming everywhere, and sponges dipped between my thighs.
Now, I began to tug on my restraints a bit. I was getting turned on as fuck, being bathed by a half-dozen horny dairy farmers. I wanted my hands free to pull some closer, maybe check out the bulges lengthening behind the flies of tight jeans. My clit began throbbing, and the guy with the cowboy hat worked that sponge down there, cleaning my slit, driving me insane with lust. My breasts were good and swollen now, and I was writhing and crying out.
“You’re making matters worse,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire.
He gave me a wink. “Not to worry, Darla. It won’t be for long.”
A hose was dragged up, and the men cleared out while the spray turned on. I was rinsed off with cool water, me yelping and my nipples hardening almost painfully. I was soaked and dripping, but no longer soapy, when they were finished. My body was dried with towels, but I was still damp when the red-head spoke up.
“Step three...massage the udders.”
Hands were on me then, stroking my breasts, running along their large, melon-like shape. I was kneaded and massaged, pulled and tugged, while other hands found their way between my legs.
“God, hurry!” I called out. “I can’t wait. I need milking now. Right fucking now.”
I stood there watching men kick off boots and drop their pants. An assortment of stiff, red cocks stuck out at me, some pulsing and jerking, others already leaking the way my breasts were.
My silver-haired fox came up in front of me, his body tanned and his cock large and thick. “Step four.”
Men were on me then, two on either side, bending their heads to my breasts. The first licks and sucks made me cry out in near-anguish. Finally! I was going to get relief.
Tugging and suckling made my teats respond, and then the milk shot out in earnest. I had strong, hard streams going, so the farmers were gulping to keep up with the flow. Silver Fox shoved between my legs and fitted his cock right where I wanted it.
“Yes!” I called, and he jammed his way in with a grunt. With a leering gleam in his pale eyes, he fucked the hell out of me, my breasts so full still they about hurt with each bouncing thrust.
Another pair of men replaced the first at my tits, both dark haired and ravenous, and sucked me like starved animals. I yanked on my restraints, snarling and gasping, getting the fuck of my life. The stool was pulled back up behind me, and the blond sat on it while rubbing some kind of lube on his average, but nicely shaped dick.
Then I was pushed backward, and I knew I was about to have an out-of-body experience. Holy fuck, they meant to double ride me.
I tried not to tense up as I felt him prodding against my back door, stretching my anus. Silver Fox and the rest helped, easing up and positioning me. Inch by inch, Blondie worked his way in, and I gave a loud curse when he was buried.
“Fuck!” I shouted. “God, I’ve never been this filled. But I need more. I need to be drained.”
