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When sexy alpha male, billionaire businessman George D. Cartesson stopped Catherine in the street, on her way to a department store for a larger bra due to her growing and lactating breasts, he offers a permanent job working as a milked hucow in his luxurious skyscraper; to be used by human bulls and paid well. Does she turn down his kinky request? She didn't hesitate! She couldn't wait to get started!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Part 1
By Goddess Pleasure
Copyright 2015 Goddess Pleasure
All Rights Reserved
'Hucow Heights' (part 1) is an erotic story, which is written and intended for a mature adult audience only due to its sexual content and language. All characters portrayed in this story of erotic fiction are adults who are twenty-one years of age and older, engaging in consensual sexual activities. They are not related.
The author is from the UK, so the story is written in British English and the grammar and spelling are British style.
Twenty-one-year-old Catherine caressed her large, plump, milk-filled breasts with her soft fingertips. She only had to squeeze gently for dribbles of creamy milk to begin flowing from them. Loving the sweet nutritious taste of herself, she wanted to meet a man or woman who also enjoyed it, but she felt embarrassed and couldn't really ask random strangers at parties as it wasn't the kind of thing a lady does; despite knowing that it was a very strong desire and fetish of a lot of men (and women) in the world. Ripe for suckling, her uncomfortable sexy body ached for milky release. Sometimes she had a full-blown orgasmic wave of pleasure whenever she pinched her erect, engorged nipples when pleasuring herself with the biggest rubber toy she could find, along with a mains-powered vibe buzzing away on her sensitive clitoris.
She spent hours draining herself dry but so wanted a man or woman to join in too! Such was her elation, when a handsome alpha male called George D. Cartesson, in his late forties, stopped her in the street one day on her way to a department store to purchase a larger bra, he whispered in her ear that he and his bisexual wife owned a skyscraper full of specially-designed rooms made specifically for the purpose of milking human cows. At first she didn't believe it, that someone has handsome as he was not only into the same fetish as her, but he was offering her the job of a lifetime also. The milk, he couldn't get enough of, and neither could his army of hunky sexy friends either...and she looked perfect for working at Hucow Heights. At first, she glared at him angrily, then burst into laughter and soon softened when he further elaborated that she could also live there in supreme luxury for as long as she liked – all she had to do was to say yes, read the terms and conditions of a contract, and sign it and, whenever she set foot outside of the building, she was to never reveal its whereabouts as many people wouldn't understand.
Fed up of not having much money, and not having much sex lately, she was at bursting point in her heavy, aching breasts which were growing larger and more milk-filled as the months went by so, she decided there and then to take her handsome and ridiculously sexy new friend up on his offer: a very good salary in exchange for her releasing her milk all day, every day, tasty white liquid which he'd sell to regular customers who couldn't get enough of the stuff. Well, apart from Sundays. Hucows could rest and recover when they weren't engaging in intense breeding with well-endowed, insatiable human bulls.
“My name is Catherine, but please call me Cath. I'd be honoured to work for you, thank you!”
George smiled, licked his lips and reached out to shake her hand.
“Welcome aboard. By the looks of you, your breasts look magnificent and they're overflowing almost and really need to be drained as soon as possible, don't you agree?” he said, cocking his dark-haired head to one side, as he soaked up her beauty with his dark brown twinkling eyes.
“I do, yes, and now my problem is solved because I do it most days myself with my own hands. I've never had suction cups on them before or a milking machine, so it's something I'd like to experience. I've got a refrigerator full of bottles of my milky juice you know. I even drink it. It's very good for you, nature's best, full of healthy nutrients.”
He nodded in agreement as his large excitement in his immaculate expensive trousers expanded underneath his briefcase, hiding his growing desires.
“Here's my number,” he replied, handing her his card. “Please think it over and call me when you've come to a decision as it's entirely your choice and also, it's a long-term commitment and contract and I need my hucows to always stay loyal to me and to be conscientious hard workers. If you feel you are able to accomplish that for me, then the job is yours straight away.”
She studied his chiselled features, nodding every now and then to show he had her rapt attention.
“It's quite a demanding job, but I have a feeling you'll exceed all my expectations, Cath. You're young and have the world at your feet and many opportunities in your life to embrace. If I don't hear from you soon, you'll never see me again and I thank you for your time and for speaking to me today.”
“Thank you for your time too,” she replied. “I'm sure you're a very busy man. I'll let you know what's what, soon, I promise. I'll finish my shopping now and as soon as I get back home I'll consider and think over everything you've told me. Have a good day, it's a pleasure to meet such an interesting man. It's not every day this happens to me,” she laughed, still sceptical and wondering if a friend had set her up on a practical joke.
“I am a very busy man, yes, but I'm never too busy to chat to such a beautiful lady such as yourself.”
She felt her face redden at his unexpected compliment. Man, what a charmer! His dazzling smile sent shivers up and down her body and the mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes made her want to tear his expensive clothing off at what she imagined was the sexy body of a sex god. Trying not to stare at him too much to make him feel uncomfortable, she co [...]
