by Reed James
I groaned into Siona's pussy as the futa-billionaire's cock slid into my depths. I shuddered, thrusting my tongue deep into Siona's snatch. My hips wiggled, my pussy clenching down on the girth filling me.
“Oh, what a sweet pussy,” panted Ms. Yunjin. “I knew you would have one, milkmaid.”
“So sweet,” groaned Siona. Her lips nuzzled around the edge of the cock plunging in and out of my pussy. My friend licked and tongued. “Fuck her hard.”
“Yes, fuck me hard, Ms. Yunjin!” I panted between licks of Siona's spicy depths.
I licked her pussy harder and harder as I savored the futa-dick reaming over and over into my cunt. That hot, powerful thrust that sent a shaft plunging into my depths, igniting all the nerve receptors in my pussy, spreading pleasure through my body.
I trembled, loving it. My pussy clenched on her dick as my hips squirmed. I moaned over and over into Siona's pussy, reveling in her hot flesh as I was fucked hard. Her crotch smacked into my ass as she plunged hard, the futa-billionaire grunting with every stroke.
“Mmm, you are fucking her so hard, honey,” the blonde supermodel groaned. She rubbed a vibrator against her pussy, half hidden by her dress. Her cheeks flushed. “Just fuck the little slut hard.”
“Yes,” groaned Ms. Yunjin, thrusting harder.
I rocked atop Sonia, my orgasm building and building. This was so hot to be fucked while everyone watched. I licked and tongued spicy pussy, exploring those smooth folds as pleasure tingled through my body.
And then Siona latched onto my clit.
My friend's sucking mouth sent sparks shooting through my pussy. My cunt clenched on Ms. Yunjin's plunging cock. I groaned, stars swimming before my eyes. My friend sucked as hard as she nursed.
“Siona!” I groaned. “Damn, you are amazing!”
She nipped my clit.
I came.
“Oh, yes, amkae!” howled Ms. Yunjin as my pussy went wild about her plunging girl-dick.
My pussy convulsed hard. I came hard. I spasmed and groaned and squirmed atop my fellow HuCow maid. My nipples throbbed, rubbing into her silky skirts as the pleasure surged through me. Powerful bolts of rapture struck my mind. I latched onto my friend's clit, sucking so hard, my nose pressed into her folds as the rapture consumed me.
And Ms. Yunjin just fucked me so hard. She rammed her cock into my pussy, plunging so deep into me. I groaned and shuddered, stars dancing before my eyes as my pussy milked at her cock, eager for her cum to fire into me.
“Heidi!” Siona howled.
Spicy juices flooded my mouth as Siona came. She bucked beneath me, crying out her passion while Ms. Yunjin's cock kept stirring me up. I shuddered. The pleasure rippled through me. Her every plunge sent new lightning bolts arching from my cunt to my brain.
And then she came. She spurt her cum into my pussy. I groaned, trembling, loving the feeling of her jizz spurting into my body. I groaned and shuddered, pressing my lips into my friend's spicy snatch as futa-cum pumped over and over into my body.
I loved it.
“Oh, thank you, Ms. Yunjin,” I groaned. “Oh, that was wonderful.”
“You are a treasure, milkmaid,” she groaned, ripping her cock out of me.
“Now that you are finished with her,” Ms. Nina announced, “I need to borrow the milkmaid. Ms. Charlize desires her presence.”
“Oh, you lucky slut,” groaned Siona.
I shivered, lifting up off my friend's body. I stood on trembling legs, the Korean futa's cum trickling down my thighs. The dusky and motherly Ms. Nina took my hand, pulling me out of the horde of hungry futas and naughty women.
Siona only moaned as they descended on her like locust. As I left, I caught a glimpse of Ms. Yunjin watching, her supermodel date sucking her cock clean of my juices, the woman still masturbating with the vibrator.
As we stepped out of the conservatory, I asked, “Is it...the cross?”
Ms. Nina only smiled. “Seeing your spanked ass on your first day appears to have inspired Ms. Charlize.”
I shivered, my ass clenching. She had noticed it while I was being milked for the first time in the barn. She had fucked my asshole, breaking in my last hole, and made me cum so hard while she whispered how much she loved me.
Well, she loved us all, but it still made me feel special.
“Do exactly as she says,” Ms. Nina said. “She needs your utter submission. If you give it to her, you'll be rewarded. Not every maid has the temperament for this. Rebecca couldn't do it.”
“But Aaliyah loved it.”
“She's a pain slut,” Ms. Nina said, her voice tight. “And you...well, you might be one too. But even if you're not, the submission is important. Can you do that? Can you surrender to Ms. Charlize utterly, placing yourself in her hands.”
I shuddered. “I'm her daffodil,” I said. “And like all flowers, I can only trust that I'll be cared for when I'm plucked, given water, put in a lovely vase, and admired.”
Ms. Nina grinned at me. “Oh, Heidi, she will love you if you can really do that.”
We entered the ballroom where the St. Andrew's cross awaited. Ms. Charlize stood before it. She wore in an elegant cocktail dress, black and clinging to her slender body, her breasts forming two sharp cones against the silky material, her legs on display. They were gorgeous, toned and delicious. She stood on stiletto heels with ease, smiling as I appeared.
“There is my new daffodil,” Ms. Charlize said. Then she looked around to her guests. “Isn't she just radiant?”
“And newly fucked!” a futa laughed, her cock buried in Tawny's throat. The black-haired HuCow maid bobbed her mouth.
“Yes, and newly fucked,” Ms. Charlize said. “Another futa who admired my daffodil.”
She beckoned to me.
I stepped out into the center of the room, a hundred or more eyes upon me. I shivered, my nipples throbbing, beading with milk. My left breast was so full of milk, but Siona had done a good job draining my right. More cum dribbled down my thighs. I felt it reaching my stockings, soaking into the nylon. I could smell it, too, that salty scent wreathing the air.
It was scary feeling all their eyes as I marched closer and closer to the cross. To the restraints. I would be actually helpless. They could do anything to me. And then I noticed the table, covered in whips and floggers of so many hues and thickness. All these leather straps designed to hurt.
Would she use them on me?
My stomach twisted as I reached my futa-billionaire.
She caressed my cheek and inhaled. “Whose nectar is that on your lips? My fiery rose's?”
“Yes,” I blushed, remembering Siona's nickname. “You have a keen nose.”
“I know the perfume of all my flowers.” Her words were soft, a purring whisper meant for my ears alone. Her finger brushed my wet lips. “Do you trust me, my sweet daffodil?”
A nervous shudder ran through me. That yawning pit in my stomach widened. Did I truly trust her? What did I know about her? I knew that she worshiped my breasts. I knew that she whispered such sweet things to me. I knew that she fucked me with such passion. I knew that every other HuCow maid was devoted to her.
She couldn't have fooled us all.
Siona would have warn me if she would harm me.
And the memory of that spanking, of that stinging warmth giving me pain and pleasure shuddered through me. “I do, Ms. Charlize.”
And then she kissed me.
Her lips were amazing on mine. So delicious and wicked. I felt her love as her tongue probed my mouth, tasting Siona's spicy pussy. My nipples throbbed against the front of her dress. I felt her cock bulging beneath her skirt, aching with her passion. Her hand slid down, grabbing my ass, such a possessive gesture.
She owned me. She paid me well. I sold myself to her. And...I loved it.
My pussy clenched. Fresh juices, mixed with Ms. Yunjin's cum, flooded down my thighs. I groaned into the kiss, my tongue dueling with her as I trembled. The excitement surged through me, making me s
Eager to surrender to my futa-billionaire.
My hands found her hips, holding onto her through her silky dress. I clung to her, kissing her back hard, moaning and groaning. The entire world had faded just to us. A universe of only Mistress and her slave.
She broke the kiss, pressing her forehead against mine. Her brown eyes were so deep and lovely. I gazed into them as she squeezed my ass again.
“You are going to blossom, my sweet daffodil.”
“Yes, Ms. Charlize,” I breathed, my nipples so hard, rubbing on her dress.
“Now strip,” she said louder, stepping back, leaving me trembling.
I blinked, our universe expanding once again to engulf all those people watching with hungry eyes. Futas and women licked their lips, eager to see me bound to the St. Andrew's cross and whipped by my futa-billionaire. The only sound was Tawny's blowjob and my own beating heart.
My fingers pulled at the lacings of my corset-uniform. It loosened, my tits jiggling on their shelf. With every knot undone, the corset loosened, sliding a bit more down my body. I pulled the final one and my uniform fell down my form, landing in a pool of lacy petticoats around my feet. I stood naked, my tits jiggling, hanging free.
Ms. Charlize nodded to me.
With a deep breath, I proved my surrender and marched to the St. Andrew's cross. The X, taller by a fork than me, was painted black with bright-red trim. It rested on a little dais that I stepped up onto. I turned around and spread my arms and legs apart, pressing my back against where it crossed, trembling.
So many eyes watched me.
My breasts rose and fell as I stared out at the crowd. All those eyes watching me. And then Ms. Charlize climbed up with me, her eyes burning. She grabbed my right arm, holding it against the cross as she manacled my hand with the leather cuff, keeping my arm in place. Then she did the other one.
I groaned as she nuzzled down between my breasts, kissing and licking as she knelt down to shackle my thighs. She kissed at my bush on my pudenda, but not at my pussy sloppy with another futa's cum. She finished her work.
I was helpless.
I had surrendered.
“How you shall blossom,” she purred before turning and marching to the table. She ran her hand along the floggers then paused over a black one. She picked it up, giving it a swish. It looked heavy, the individual leather straps wide.
She smiled at me.
I shuddered. I could still scream out. I could beg to be set free. Surely she'd let me go if I did. I didn't have to let her do this.
And then I saw the look in her eyes. I saw the joy she took in presenting me and flogging me. And I couldn't take that away from her. I wanted to give her this joy. I wanted to make her happy. So I smiled back.
The flogger hissed and slapped down on my breasts.
I gasped at the thudding impact. My breasts quivered. Heat burned across both my tits where the flogger kissed them. I bucked and squirmed, my sensitive nipples throbbing. I groaned, my pussy clenching as the pain rippled through my body.
And made my pussy so hot.
Ms. Charlize smiled, shivered at the blush growing across my heavy tits. She still swung the flogger, forming an X before her. Then she flicked her wrist and it struck me again and again. She whacked the flogger down on my breasts, catching me right on the nipples, alternating which ones felt the kiss.
I gasped and bucked against the restraints. My arms pulled on them. I groaned as the flogger fell over and over, the ends dragging down my stomach. My breasts burned. The pain swelled, my nipples throbbing from the agony.
And my pussy only grew hotter and hotter.
Then she switched it, lashing my thighs now, flicking the flogger back and forth, letting it wrap around her waist before cracking it against my thighs again. I gasped, squirming, as she worked it higher, striking my sides and stomach.
It was so different. So naughty. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Juices poured down my thighs to my stockings. My moans and gasps burst from my throat. Some were of pain, but some were so throaty with pleasure.
And her smile only grew.
I blossomed for her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Whip me! I'm your HuCow maid, Ms. Charlize!”
The flogger fell harder, the thudding strikes cracking now. I groaned, tits heaving as she worked my thighs and sides, then she attacked my breasts again. My nipples drank in the smacking pain. Breasts jiggled and swayed as I heaved, my blonde pigtails flying.
I was so hot.
“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching. An orgasm was building. Solely from the pain of being struck. From all the eyes watching me.
From the pleasure burning in Ms. Charlize's eyes. My surrender made her so happy. And that gave me joy despite the stinging agony burning across my tits and thighs and stomach. My pussy clenched with every strike, my body heaving.
And then she flicked the flogger upward. My eyes widened as it slapped up against my pussy.
CRACK!
My clit exploded in agony.
I came so hard.
I howled in rapture, the pleasure devouring the pain throbbing through my pussy. My juices gushed down my thighs as I bucked and shuddered. My tits heaved, aching from my flogging. Every part of me was stung, was welted.
And I loved it. I absorbed all that pain and fed it into my orgasm. I rose on the pleasure surging out of my pussy. I soared on it. The heat of my cum carried me higher and higher. I shuddered and bucked, loving every moment of it.
CRACK!
The flogger whipped my pussy again. More pain exploded. More rapture surged through me.
“Ms. Charlize!” I howled, stars bursting across my eyes.
And then her hands were squeezing my throbbing, sore tits. Fresh pain surged as a hungry lip sucked on my left nipple. I groaned, quivering on the cross as my milk flowed into my futa-billionaire's mouth, shooting rapture down to my pussy.
She suckled so hard, gulping down my milk while her cock prodded at my pussy. I groaned, shuddering as she slid her dick up and down my slit. And then, to my utter delight, she rammed it home into my cunt.
I groaned, my pussy clenching on her huge shaft as she buried into me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as my dominating futa-billionaire drank my creamy nectar and fucked my throbbing pussy. “Ms. Charlize!”
She fucked me hard, driving her dick deep into my spasming depths. Her crotch smacked into the bruised lips of my pussy. The force reminded me of the impact of the flogger, sending new rapture surging through me.
My clit throbbed, sparking euphoria through me.
My pussy drank in the friction of her futa-dick reaming so deep and hard and fast into me. She was so thick, spreading me open. My cunt clung to her shaft when she withdrew then rejoiced when she rammed her girth back into me.
Pleasure rippled through me. My spasming pussy absorbed every bit of it. My head swayed. My shoulders ached as I pulled on my restraints, heaving against her. My milk flowed into her hungry mouth. She gulped down my creamy delight, her brown eyes staring up at me.
“Yes, yes, yes, drink from your HuCow's teat,” I moaned. “Oh, Ms. Charlize, I love you!”
She suckled harder. My milk flowed. It squirted into her hungry mouth as my pussy convulsed about her futa-dick. I shuddered again, another powerful wave of rapture carrying me even higher and higher, launching me back into our own private universe.
I drifted on rapture, floating through space. A great sea of ecstasy. My nipples throbbed as she went back and forth, suckling, drinking my milk, while she fucked me. She rammed her dick so hard into me, her hands squeezing my teats.
“Ms. Charlize!” I moaned. “Cum in me! Use me!”
“My sweet daffodil!” she groaned before latching on my left nipple and suckling hard.
I shuddered, the world spinning around me. My nipple ached and throbbed as my milk squirted into her mouth. My pussy clenched with her every suckle. The friction burned so hot, sparking fresh orgasms rippling out of my cunt.
And then she released my nipple. Her mouth found mine. She kissed me hard. Her mouth was full of my sweet milk. I shuddered, tasting the hot, creamy treat as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I convulsed, my pussy writhing so hard about her dick.
The rapture buffeted my mind. I was tossed in a tornado now, assaulted with so much rapture as she held my bound body. I spasmed against her, my pussy milking her cock, eager for her creamy treat to fill me.
She groaned into our kiss.
Her cum fired into my pussy.
I shuddered, feeling each and every hot blast of jizz flood me. I shuddered against my futa-billionaire, my Mistress. I wished I could hold her, but my arms wouldn't move. But she held me. She cradled me as I was lost to the rapture.
I drifted.
Came to.
I lay curled up on her lap, her hands stroking my back. My tits and pussy stung and ache. I felt so thoroughly fucked. And now I felt so thoroughly loved as Ms. Charlize held up a piece of chocolate to my lips.
“You're coming out of subspace,” she smiled, such joy in her eyes. “How you blossomed, my sweet daffodil.”
Such pride surged through my sore, exhausted body. I bit into the chocolate, shuddering at the rush of sweet delight. I swallowed it, already my mind rising out of the fog. Then she handed me a bottle of blue flavored sports drink.
“That's it, drink it all,” she said. “You need to recover.”
“Thank you,” I whispered between sips. “For that.”
“I should thank you for your surrender,” she smiled, stroking me. “Yes, you're going to fit in well here.”
Such joy burst through me. I knew I would. I was Ms. Charlize Davenport's HuCow maid. Her submissive slut. Her sweet daffodil. I looked forward to years and years of service. Not for the money, like when I took the job, but to make her happy.
Because I loved her. Just like all the other maids did. And she loved us. What a strange life it was, but I was happy. And that's what counts.
Happy and milked and fucked and spanked.
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