Hucow Medical Examination E-Book

Daisy Rose

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

Beschreibung

Hucow Medical Examination

Leseprobe

Hucow Medical Examination

(Exhibitionism BDSM Submission)

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.

Taking The Hucow

"There's something wrong with my body!" I screamed, panicked as I run towards my master.

He gave me a stern look to remind me of the no-running in the house rule. I slowed down and approached him with unsteady legs, my full, aching breasts bouncing voluptuously with each movement, straining against my tight shirt.

"Now, slow down," he cooed, hands on my shoulders. "What's wrong, love?"

"My breasts," I gasped, gesturing at my generous cleavage, almost spilling out of the shirt. "They're really big and my nipples are aching!" I said.

He laughed, a warm sound that filled me with comfort despite my dilemma.

"And my hips are really... round!" I continued, putting my hands on my hips. "It's not milking season yet!" I lamented. "I shouldn't be milking."

"Didn't I tell you about going to the University later today?" he asked, his frowning in a way that made me worry if I were doing something wrong.

"But I thought we were only going sightseeing!" I argued.

"No, you're going to be helping him with a research for my friend," he answered.

"Research?" I gulped.

"Yeap, he's coming to pick you up in a few hours."

"Today?!" I gasped.

"Yes, today," he smiled, reaching a hand forward to cup my swollen breasts, milk seeping through the thin fabric and leaving a white stain on the shirt. His simple touch sent electric shocks of desire through me that went straight to my pussy. I shuddered a little, but did not move out of his grasp. "I want you to be on your best behavior, okay?" he said.

"I'm always on my best behavior," I pouted. "Why aren't you coming with me?" I asked.

"There's a lot of things around the farm that I need to finish up with before winter sets in," he reasoned. "And it's only for a few hours."

"Is it for a Science class?" I wanted to know.

"No, it's a hucow course," he said.

"Oh," I felt a warm blush climb up my cheeks. It was only recently that the academic world came aflame under the knowledge that there are women who willingly underwent hormonal transformations in their bodies to produce milk for commercial use. I was special in that I was the only hucow in the farm with my master. "Will I have to be naked?" I wanted to know.

"Of course," he answered nonchalantly.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I couldn't do it! I saw the expectant look in my masters eyes and forced a strong smile. "Okay," I said finally.

He patted my arm warmly, "they will also be touching you, I reckon."

I gasped, pulling myself out of his grasp. "I- [...]