Futa HuCow Mansion Collection

by Reed James

  “Yes!” howled Siona. “Yes, I do. I want to lick it all up! I want to devour all the yummy jizz inside of you.”

  “Oh, goddess, you are so naughty,” I panted. “Oh, so naughty. Just keep licking. Get it all out, you naughty HuCow maid!”

  “The naughtiest!”

  Siona jammed her tongue into my depths. She swirled it around, making me buck and quiver. My eyes fluttered. The pleasure boiled through my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, panting, squirming, loving it. This was the best. Pure rapture.

  I ground on her. I rubbed my pussy hard into her hungry mouth. I swirled and shuddered and humped. The pleasure crashed over me. My eyes fluttered as she tongued me. She licked and nuzzled, driving deeper into my depths, flicking her tongue around my pussy walls.

  My orgasm swelled.

  “I'm going to cum,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering. “I'm going to cum on your tongue.”

  “Good,” Siona moaned, her nose nuzzling at my clit. “Flood my mouth with your sweet cream!”

  I squeezed my boobs. If Ms. Charlize hadn't drained them of my breast milk, cream would have been squirting from them. My jaws clenched. My entire body trembled. I stood on the cusp of my orgasm. Every lick and swipe and caress of her agile tongue brought me closer and closer.

  She brushed my clit.

  I exploded.

  “Siona!”

  My words echoed through the hallway as I orgasmed on my fellow HuCow maid's mouth. My pussy spasmed. Juices flowed out of me, splashing her face. Such noisy, wet, licking sounds rose from beneath my skirt. She gathered my juices, caressing my labia and clit, adding more and more excitement to the rapture shooting through my body.

  Crashing into my mind.

  A wave of dizzy darkness surged across my vision. Stars burst across the passionate night. I swayed, clutching at my heavy tits. I gasped over and over, loving the pleasure. I was so glad I accepted a job here. That I became a HuCow maid.

  My orgasm peaked. I groaned a final time. Then Siona hopped to her feet, her huge tits bouncing in her blouse, almost bursting free. My pussy juices stained her cheeks, lines of clear liquid running down her neck and racing for her impressive cleavage. Then she lunged forward and kissed me. Hard.

  I savored my sweet musk, closing my eyes, our breasts pressing together. I kissed another woman with such passion and—

  A throat cleared loud behind us.

  Siona and I broke apart, a guilty flush burning across my cheeks. I whirled around and there stood Ms. Nina. The older, dusky-skinned woman was dressed in an identical maid's outfit, her large tits forming just as lovely a cleavage as ours, her legs just as toned and sexy, clad in her white thigh-high stockings. She marched forward on her high heels, her tits jiggling, her face stern.

  “And what are you two sluts doing?” she demanded.

  “Um...” I twitched, my hips swaying back and forth as I washed my hands together before me.

  “We were having sex, Ms. Nina,” Siona said, her voice small. “I am so sorry, Ms. Nina. I just...”

  “Had to lick her clean after she'd been with Ms. Charlize instead of letting our employer's futa-cum dribble down her thighs all morning?”

  Siona flushed, nodding her head. “I couldn't help myself, Ms. Nina. Heidi is such a—”

  “No excuses!” snapped Ms. Nina. “You are supposed to be heading to the milking barn for the morning milking. Go, now! I'll have you punished afterward.”

  Milking barn? Ms. Nina had left that out. Was that the bright-red barn I saw on the drive in. The one that looked so out of place on the grounds of the Victorian-like mansion?

  Siona scurried off in a hurry on her heels, her skirt swaying about her rear, flashes of her butt-cheeks appearing. I trembled more, now alone with Ms. Nina. I opened my mouth to speak, but her hard eyes cut me off.

  “Maids are not staff members approved to have sex with you when you're on duty, Heidi,” she said. “As I said yesterday. Only if an approved staff gives you an order are you to have sex with another maid.”

  “Yes, Ms. Nina.”

  “So why did you let Siona go down on you?”

  “I...” I blushed.

  “Because you were a horny slut that forgot herself?” She took a step closer, her eyes burning. “Huh?”

  I nodded my head. “I was just...feeling so good after feeding Ms. Charlize her breakfast and—”

  She pinched my nipple through my blouse. Hard. I gasped as she said, “That is not an excuse! There are rules, Heidi, and you will obey them.”

  “Yes, Ms. Nina!” I gasped, pain and, strangely, pleasure tingled out of my nipple.

  “Come with me.” She released my nipple. “You can eat your breakfast after your punishment.”

  My stomach chose that moment to give a hungry growl. I flushed more in shame and nodded, feeling like such a child before the older woman. I felt five, deserving to be punished. Only my mother never spanked me. She just had me do timeout.

  As I followed her, I wondered what being spanked would be like? How much would it hurt? My cheeks burned worse when I realized it would be bare bottom. It had to be. The maid skirts were too voluminous, with all those layers of lacy petticoats, to let me feel a spanking. I'd have to hike my skirt to let her or someone else paddle my bottom.

  A twinge of excitement rippled through my pussy at the prospect of being bent over a lap like a little girl, of feeling a hand slap on my rump. It was so strange, in the same way having my nipple pinched hard both made my wince and make my pussy flutter with excitement.

  Why had I enjoyed that flash of pain?

  She led me out of the expensive wing of the house where Ms. Charlize lived. Along with her suite, it held various guest bedrooms, ballrooms, movie theater, living rooms, sitting rooms, offices, her library, and conservatory to the servants wings. Things became plainer in the servant's wing. We passed the offices were various accountants and money managers and financial advisors and others worked, managing Ms. Charlize's holdings. All of them had rights to use our bodies. A few of them, futas and women both, gave speculative looks as I passed, but they noticed Ms. Nina's no-nonsense stride.

  Some of their smiles broadened. They knew I was in trouble, and it excited them.

  A bead of pussy juices was working down my thighs by the time we reached Ms. Christine's office. I shivered, realizing who would be administering my discipline. Ms. Nina knocked hard on the door. A muffled voice said, “Come in.”

  Ms. Christine wore her futa-butler uniform, a white, silk blouse, elegant bow tie, her jacket with the long tails, and her tight skirt cladding her lush legs. Short, brown hair framed her predatory face, her smile growing.

  “Well, well, well,” she purred as she pushed her chair back from her desk and rose. “Heidi in trouble on her first day.”

  “Siona's fault, truly,” Ms. Nina said. “The little vixen wanted a taste of Ms. Charlize straight from Heidi's slutty cunt. But the little whore here couldn't resist letting Siona feast.”

  Ms. Christine tutted her tongue while Ms. Nina's words made me feel even more humiliated. My pussy grew even hotter. I squirmed, my clit throbbing, my nipples aching as they tented the front of my blouse.

  The futa-butler walked around her desk, licking her lips. Then her hand shot out and grabbed my right braided pigtail, yanking hard and dragging me to the desk. I gasped in pain even as a flush of heat washed out of my naughty cunt.

  She threw me over her desk. I groaned, bending over it, my skirt riding up to expose my naked ass and dripping pussy, my blonde pubic hair felt so soaked with my excitement. Partly from my orgasms, but also from the wicked, humiliated thrill racing through me.

  They stared at my naked sex.

  “For a first offense,” Ms. Christine said, “ten spankings. You will count them out, thank me, and then beg for another.”

  “Yes, Ms. Christine,” I groaned, shuddering as her delicate fingers caressed my ass, tracing the curve of my bubbly rump.

  “Now apologize for what you
did and beg for your punishment,” the futa moaned, rubbing her skirt into my ass and pussy. I felt her hard bulge. This excited her, too.

  But why did it excite me. I felt so humiliated. I wanted to cry from the shame, which just made my naughty cunt wetter. “I'm so sorry for letting Siona lick my pussy while we were supposed to be working. Please, spank me, Ms. Christine, for being a naughty slut.”

  Why did I say that last part?

  “Such a treasure,” groaned Ms. Nina, her voice throaty. She, too, was excited.

  Ms. Christine pulled way from me. I trembled, clenching and relaxing my ass as I waited for the—

  SMACK!

  Pain exploded across my ass. A burning, stinging agony stank into the depths of my flesh, reaching towards my juicy pussy. A thrill stirred in there as the pain faded to a fiery ache. I twitched, grunting against the pain, blinking.

  That hurt.

  That was exciting.

  I was a naughty slut.

  A wicked, little girl.

  I had to be punished.

  “Thank you, Ms. Christine,” I said, the words making my pussy clench, my hips wiggle. My excitement increased as I asked, “May I have another?”

  “You forgot to count,” Ms. Christine said. “We start again.”

  CRACK!

  The pain flared again. I gasped, squirming, shaking, my pussy clenching so hard. “One!” I moaned as the pain sank down to my cunt, making it so juicy. “Thank you, Ms. Christine. May I have another?”

  Speaking those words, begging for the next spanking, made it hurt worse and feel hotter in my cunt. I gasped out the count, moaned my thanks, and begged for another as juices dribbled down my thighs to the tops of stockings. It was so exciting. The punishment hurt and felt so good.

  SPANK!

  A wanton, pain-filled moan groaned from my throat. It was such a sharp agony, flaring hot then dulling into rapture. My ass wiggled, my pussy drinking in all the sensations. They surged through my body, making me feel almost drunk.

  High on euphoria and pain.

  “Three! Thank you, Ms. Christine, may I have another?”

  CRACK!

  Another wonderful flare of pain. “Four! Thank you, Ms. Christine, may I have another?”

  SMACK!

  Another burst of agony and rapture. “Five! Thank you, Ms. Christine, may I have another?”

  SPANK!

  Dizzy delight swirled through my head. “Six! Thank you, Ms. Christine, may I have another?”

  SMACK!

  My ass burned, welted by Ms. Christine's naughty hand. “Seven! Thank you, Ms. Christine, may I have another?”

  SPANK!

  My body bucked, my clit aching as I ground it against the desk's hard edge. “Eight! Thank you, Ms. Christine, may I have another?”

  CRACK!

  “Nine!” My voice was so throaty, so full of passion. “Thank you, Ms. Christine, may I have another?”

  CRACK!

  I groaned, heaving, my pussy clenching, on the verge of an orgasm. “Ten Thank you, Ms. Christine, may I have another?”

  I didn't care that I reached the last spanking. I wanted that hand to fall again. I wiggled my naked rump, burning to be fucked. I wanted to feel that delicious, cracking pain, that stinging agony. My cunt wanted it. I was so close.

  So damned close. I whimpered, waiting for the hand to fall.

  All I heard was rustling clothing and a woman's heavy breathing.

  I looked over my shoulder, Ms. Nina masturbating beneath her skirt, her body trembling as she watched me. Ms. Christine had hiked her skirt and was yanking down a pair of hot-pink panties so at odds from her formal garb. Her futa-cock spilled out, long but not as thick as Ms. Charlize's. It smacked my naked ass, sending a dull ache of pain through me.

  It wasn't enough.

  “Just a little pain-slut here,” she groaned, sliding her cock across my burning ass. “Ms. Charlize will be most happy about that.”

  “So long as she doesn't cause problems like Aaliyah did,” groaned Ms. Nina, her voice throaty, trembling as she masturbated.

  “No, Heidi wants to please,” Ms. Christine said while I whimpered, her cock rubbing on my hot pussy. “Don't you, slut?”

  “Yes, Ms. Christine,” I groaned, my burning ass tensing.

  Then the futa-butler rammed her girl-dick into me. Before this morning, I had only been with two futas. Within an hour, I had doubled my life-long number of futa-cocks. What would the rest of the day bring?

  I shuddered as her dick speared into my depths. Pleasure shivered through me. Followed by pain as her crotch smacked into my welted ass. I gasped, my back arching, the agony surging down to the rapture sparked by her plunging shaft.

  They met, swirled, and detonated.

  My orgasm burst through me. I gasped and bucked on the desk, my pussy going wild about her amazing girl-dick. The pleasure surged through me, making me moan and gasp as it washed through my mind.

  “Damn, she came already,” groaned Ms. Christine, her hips drawing back, her cock sliding through my spasming depths. “What a slut.”

  “Yes,” Ms. Nina moaned.

  “I am!” I groaned. “A HuCow slut!”

  I bucked and writhed on the desk, my nipples throbbing as I rubbed them against the desk, separated only by the satin of my blouse. My pussy convulsed and spasmed about her girth as she slammed into me again, smacking my ass.

  Her every thrust was first burning pleasure and then smacking pain. She slapped into my ass each time she buried her futa-cock into my cumming pussy. I loved it. I gasped and groaned, savoring each one while the pleasure raced through my body.

  “Damn,” Ms. Christine groaned. The futa-butler gripped my hips, thrusting harder, increasing the pleasure and pain, propelling my orgasm to higher heights. “Damn, what a little slut. Oh, yes, that pussy is milking my cock!”

  “Yes, yes, yes, milk her cock,” Ms. Nina moaned. “Use that slutty maid's pussy to pleasure her, Heidi! Oh, yes! That's your job, whore! To pleasure Ms. Charlize and her favorites!”

  “It is!” I moaned in agreement, loving it, my inner slut reveling in the rapture. I had never cum and cum and cum before. It was awesome. “Keep fucking my pussy! I made your cock so hard and pussy so wet! It's all my fault. If I wasn't a naughty slut, you wouldn't have had to spank me! You wouldn't have gotten horny!” The words felt so right to say.

  “Yes!” purred Ms. Christine, hammering my pussy. “Oh, your milking pussy! I can't...”

  “Cum in me!” I begged for the second time today. With Ms. Charlize, it all felt so romantic, the futa-lover that I was eager to pleasure. This was so tawdry. I was just a slut, a pure object to be used, to be fucked by hard girl-dicks. “Flood my pussy!”

  Rapture turned through me. So hot. So wonderfully naughty. Ms. Christine groaned, her dick pumping over and over into me, keeping the rapture flowing, making me feel so awesome. My ass drank in the pain, my pussy the pleasure.

  And then it happened. That wonderful moment of giving satisfaction.

  Hot futa-jizz pumped into my spasming cunt.

  I groaned, loving milking Ms. Christine's cock with my pussy. I squirmed on the desk, gasping, moaning. In the background, Ms. Nina was also cumming, turned on by watching us. It sent another wicked thrill, adding another wicked blast of rapture shooting through me. I loved it.

  I embraced it.

  “Fuck,” Ms. Christine groaned. “Oh, Heidi, what a maid you shall make. You are going to make a lot of money.”

  Ms. Nina groaned, “Yes, she will earn a huge bonus. I just know it.”

  “Bonus?” I blinked.

  “Ms. Charlize is a generous futa,” Ms. Christine purred, withdrawing her softening cock from my pussy. “And you are a generous HuCow maid.”

  “Mmm, I am,” I purred.

  “You may go, Heidi,” Ms. Christine said.

  I nodded, straightening, my body still trembling from all my orgasms. Hot cum ran down my thighs. My skirt fell down my burning ass, r
eminding me of my punishment. Ms. Nina pulled her fingers from between her thighs and licked at them as I strode to the door.

  As we walked to the kitchen so I could eat breakfast—I was famished—I asked, “The milking barn?”

  “You girls need to have your tits emptied,” Ms. Nina answered. “Twice a day. You didn't need the afternoon one yesterday because of your interview.” She licked her lips and I flushed. “And this morning, well, Ms. Charlize took care of it.”

  “I see. So the milking barn has...breast pumps.”

  “Modified dairy pumps,” she said. “HuCow barns are becoming quite popular. There's a growing market for breast milk in high end shops for all the health reasons. And...” She gave a wicked giggle. “For the naughty delight of drinking a sexy girl's cream.”

  I blushed more. “So...it's sold?”

  Ms. Nina nodded. “It was in your employment contract. Twice a day, unless your milk was drained by authorized personal, you will be in the barn.” Nina shuddered. “We all will be. I need to get there now. My breasts are full. I texted you your chores. Get started on them as soon as you have eaten.”

  “Yes, Ms. Nina,” I said as she hurried off.

  I ate breakfast standing. My ass burned so much. Then I looked at my chores. I set out into the mansion and began cleaning the downstairs bathroom. They were very clean to begin with, but I followed the steps listed in my text message, using all the cleaners listed, working hard as I went for one to the other.

  I met other maids as I worked. The infamous Aaliyah was an Arab maid, her body this delicious, olive-brown shade, her eyes so dark and mysterious. She patted my burning ass when I bent over, rubbing it.

  “Did it make you cum?” she purred.

  “Almost,” I answered, cheeks burning.

  “Good. When it makes you cum, that's the best. You'll get there, Heidi.” She gave my ass a final squeeze then darted off.

  Rebecca, the maid I saw flashing her pussy when I first arrived, was a friendly, Jewish girl. Her brown hair long and curly. “What's the milking barn like?” I asked her after I finished the bathrooms and found myself cleaning the movie theater with her. “Does it hurt?”