by Reed James
I didn't know what to say. I just trembled and let her enjoy my breasts, biting my lower lip.
She kissed and sucked at my inner slopes, her head twisting back and forth to enjoy both my boobs. Her lips climbed higher, smooching her way up my breasts. Then she licked me, too, her head shaking from side-to-side, her black hair caressing my nipples with silk.
Her hands squeezed my tits, pressing them together, bringing my nipples as close to the other as possible. She let out a ravenous moan and attacked my right nub. Her married lips wrapped about my nub, suckling as hard as possible.
I gasped, nursing my first ever woman. It felt so different from the breast pump. Not the mechanical suction, that steady, pulsing rhythm. This was a warm, wet, human mouth. A hot MILF's mouth. She sucked hard and then fast, varying the speed at which she nursed me.
“Mrs. Owens,” I whimpered as my milk squirted into her hungry mouth. Her tongue flicked my nipple between sucks.
She just moaned her delight.
Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled, the married woman enjoying herself. The pleasure shot down to my dick. It ached in my soaked panties. I sucked in deep breaths as my nipple throbbed every time she nursed.
It felt so good. So amazing.
Then her lips popped off my right nipple and she captured the left. The pressure swelling my boob decreased as she suckled as hard as she could. I groaned and gasped, savoring the delight. My heart thudded in my chest. It was so amazing. My eyes rolled back into my head as she nursed as hard as she could. She had me shivering in utter delight.
“Mrs. Owens,” I groaned again and again. I couldn't stop saying her name as this naughty, married women nursed on my nipples.
She went back and forth, suckling, drinking my breast milk. Her hazel eyes stared up at me as she drank my cream. My pussy grew hotter. My dick ached more and more. I clenched my hands as she wiggled her hips, moaning her enjoyment.
“Ooh, you have such delicious cream,” she purred, lifting her mouth, her ruby lips smeared with white. “But do you have other talents?”
“Other... talents?” I asked, blinking through the dazed lust.
She stood straight before me and seized my ponytail again, holding it like a leash. Her left hand drew up that tight skirt. It crept up her creamy, toned thighs, riding higher and higher. I swallowed, my mouth going dry as I trembled in anticipation, wondering what sort of panties a naughty, married cougar would wear.
The answer: none.
My eyes widened at the sight of her black, trimmed bush soaked with her juices, her fat pussy lips peeking through the silky hair. She shuddered in delight, wiggling her hips from side-to-side. She ran a finger down to her bush, stroking it. She let out a purring moan as she pushed her digit into her pussy lips.
Juices glistened on her finger.
“Get on your knees and show me how much you want to work here.”
“Yes, Mrs. Owens,” I groaned as I slipped off the desk before her. My naked breasts bounced, my nipples brushing the silky flesh of her thighs. Tingles raced through my body as I breathed in her tart musk.
I nuzzled my face into her pussy. Her thick labia brushed my mouth. Her tart juices leaked past my lips. I shuddered, my tongue flicking out, pleasuring my boss. I licked again, sliding my tongue through her married folds, shuddering at how wrong this was.
How much it made my dick throb.
My hands grasped her hips. I squeezed and clenched them as my tongue flicked through her folds. Her tart cream poured into my mouth as she moaned. Her body shook. Her fingers unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, her small breasts bouncing into view. They swayed above me, her nipples so hard. Twin, dark-red nubs thrusting from her jiggling flesh.
She ground her married cunt on my mouth. She smeared her hot flesh across my licking, lapping tongue. She moaned, her tits jiggling above me. She held my ponytail in place, gripping me hard. She whimpered, shaking her hips as I feasted on her flesh. My tongue danced through her folds, exploring deeper into her married snatch.
Only her futa-wife should touch her here. It was so wrong.
I closed my eyes, swirling my tongue through her pussy's sheath. My nose nuzzled through her silky bush, brushing her clit. Her little bud throbbed against the tip of my nose, her tart musk filling my nostrils with my every inhalation.
“That's it, you little futa-slut,” she groaned. “Ooh, yes, earn working here. Put that tongue to work. Ooh, yes, yes, yes! My clit! Don't forget my clit, whore!”
I shuddered at the degrading names, my tongue licking faster through her folds. I brushed her clit. She gasped, shaking above me. Her hand twisted my ponytail as she shuddered. Her breasts swayed. I loved her bud, sucking on the pink nub, nibbling on it, driving her wild.
“That's it,” she groaned. “Ooh, yes you naughty, HuCow futa-slut! Ooh, yes! You're going to make me cum! You're going to earn working here with that tongue, those tits, that big dick!”
My girl-cock throbbed in my sodden panties.
“Ooh, yes, you're going to give me what I need! Keep sucking on my clit, HuCow-whore!”
She tugged on my ponytail, pinning my mouth against her clit. I sucked on it hard, my tongue circling it. Her body shuddered. Her moans grew louder and louder. They echoed through her office as I feasted on her. Then she quivered.
Her pussy juices spilled out of her cunt. They washed across my tongue and poured into my mouth. I whimpered, drinking them down, loving every drop of them caressing my tongue. They were just so wonderful. Such an amazing feast.
My heart pounded as I lapped up her tart cream, the married woman heaving above me. Her left hand squeezed her breast, shaking it as her face contorted in rapture. Her hips wiggled, smearing her hot flesh across my mouth.
“You nasty futa-slut!” she hissed. “Ooh, yes you're going to fuck me so hard with that dick.”
She pulled away from me, falling back into the computer chair I sat in. She spread her legs wide, throwing them over the armrest, leaning back in it. Her pink pussy lips parted, revealing the depths I just licked.
“Fuck me!” she commanded. “Pound me. Make me cum over and over, HuCow whore!”
“Yes, Mrs. Owens!” I panted, my mouth and face sticky with her tart cream.
My hands fumbled at my belt and fastener of my khaki pants. I ripped them down, my pink panties soaked around my aching girl-dick. I groaned, the fabric peeling off the sensitive crown of my dick as I shoved my underwear down my thighs. Her hazel eyes focused on my throbbing shaft thrusting from the wet folds of my pussy, my blonde bush matted with futa-spunk.
“Yes, yes, fuck that big dick in me!” she groaned. “Ooh, a busty, hung futa! Perfect! Get that cock in me!”
“Yes, Mrs. Owens!” I groaned and hastened to obey.
I thrust into her pussy, the computer chair shifting beneath her. I leaned over her, bracing my hands on the back of her chair on either side of her body. She groaned, her married cunt enveloping my dick. She clenched down on my cock as I filled her. She shivered and stirred my dick around inside of her, groaning and gasping.
“That's it!” she hissed. “Just fuck me like this! Pound me, futa-slut!”
“I will!” I groaned, thrusting my hips as fast as I could, my huge tits bouncing before me.
I sucked in deep breaths, the pleasure burning around my dick. She had such a silky sheath. I groaned, my futa-cock throbbing in her depths. Her married snatch clenched about my shaft, feeling so good. My own cunt tightened with every thrust, my pussy juices leaking down my thighs.
She wrapped her thighs about my waist, pulling me tight into her pussy. The chair creaked and groaned as I fucked her as hard as I could. It had been so many weeks since I'd been in hot cunt. I just had to keep pounding her. I had to enjoy this snatch.
Even if it belonged to another futa's wife.
“Shit, yes!” she moaned, grabbing my tits. “Mmm, your big udders are jiggling as you fuck me. I'm going to explode on this dick! Ooh, yes!”
“Good,
” I whimpered as she squeezed my big breasts. She kneaded them then brought my left nipple to her hungry mouth. She latched on, suckled.
I gasped at the thrill as she nursed from me. She gulped down my cream as I fucked her pussy so hard and fast. Her hands squeezed my tits, milking them. White squirted from my right nipple, splashing in her black hair while my left flooded her mouth with my treat.
She gulped it down, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick every time she suckled. I shuddered, the friction growing more intense, building the pleasure of fucking her cunt. I groaned and whimpered, my orgasm building in my depths.
My ovaries had to explode.
“Mrs. Owens, yes!” I moaned as she nursed. “I'm going to make you explode!”
Even if I didn't need the job, I'd fuck her this hard. I wanted to please this woman. Had to. She ordered me. The chair creaked with my every thrust. I buried into her snatch with hard plunges, my dick throbbing as her pussy walls caressed me.
Such wet, silky walls.
I moaned and shuddered. Stars danced before me as my pussy grew tighter and tighter. My orgasm brewed in my depths, my ovaries full of a big load of girl-cum to fire into her married cunt. I shuddered, reveling in fucking the hot wife as she gulped down my milk.
Her hands kneaded my udders, sliding down them, squirting my milk into her mouth and to splash on the side of her face. Each time my cream fired from my nipples, lightning fired down to my cunt, bringing me closer and closer to erupting.
“Mrs. Owens!” I groaned, throwing back my head, my blonde ponytail swaying about my shoulders “Oh, wow, that's good. Mmm, yes, yes, yes, I'm going to explode in you.”
Her pussy clenched so hard on my girl-dick. She sucked as hard as she could. My milk splashed into her mouth as she moaned about my nub. The vibration combined with the suction to fire the biggest blast of lightning down to my cunt and to my aching girl-dick's tip.
I wanted to explode. Needed to unloaded my girl-spunk into her married cunt.
But couldn't. I had to please her. I had to give her such pleasure. If I jizzed too early, she would be mad. I knew that. I had to hold off for as long as possible. I had to just thrust with all my might, plowing into her hard and fast.
Her mouth popped off my nipple. “Fuck, yes, you futa-slut!”
Her pussy convulsed about my clit-dick.
“Cum in me, HuCow-whore!” she snarled as her cunt spasmed about my dick, writhing in orgasmic delight. “Give me that cock-cream!”
“Yes, Mrs. Owens!” I moaned, burying into the sucking, massaging depths of her married twat.
My pussy writhed. My ovaries boiled over.
My cock erupted.
Futa-cum spurted into her depths. I whimpered and shuddered as blast after blast of my spunk pumped into her married cunt. The pleasure surged through me. A storm or rapture and ecstasy that swept through my body and crashed into my mind.
My tits heaved before her, my big boobs slapping together. I moaned and whimpered as the pleasure wracked my body. My cock kept erupting, kept pumping her married pussy with my futa-jizz while she moaned and gasped.
“Oh, yes, my futa-slut!” she moaned. “You are going to be just perfect. You will be worth every penny I pay you. Won't you?”
“Yes, Mrs. Owens,” I moaned, my body quivering. My heart thudded in my chest. I just fucked my married boss's cunt.
And I'd have to keep doing it.
“But what about your futa-wife?” I protested.
“If you want to keep this job, then she can never find out, can she?” Mrs. Owens asked. “I want you hear, noon tomorrow, ready to lick my pussy and start your first day, futa-slut?” She grabbed my right nipple, pinched it hard. “Understand?”
“Yes, Mrs. Owens,” I squeaked, wondering what I had just gotten myself into. I'd have to service my boss, let the customers milk my big tits, and not let her futa-wife know I was eating her pussy and fucking her hard.
Tomorrow would be wild.
To be continued...
Futa HuCow's Friendly Service
Futa HuCow Coffee 2
(A Tale of the World of Futas)
by
Reed James
Futa HuCow's Friendly Service
I never thought in my life I would wear a dirndl.
I pulled the final lace and tied the bodice tight about my midriff, my large breasts pushed up into a large pile before me, barely contained in the low-cut, white blouse of the Bavarian-style dress. The green bodice flowed down into a short skirt that barely covered my rear, leaving my thighs mostly bare. It made my futa-dick twitch and throb to wear something this sexy.
“Well,” I muttered, staring at myself in the mirror of the bathroom at the Creamy Udders Coffee House, my new job, “you didn't expect to lactate either.”
In the last few years, women were beginning to spontaneously lactate. Called galactorrhea, most doctors thought it was caused by the growth hormones used to make dairy cows to produce milk. In 1% of cases, the person lactating wasn't a woman but a futa.
Like me.
For the first time lactating as a futa had become a benefit. Yesterday, I lost my job at an electronic store because, once again, my nipples leaked milk, soaking the front of my uniform. My boss, Ms. Ritter, thought it was obscene. I tried to pump my breasts to keep it from being an issue, but it wasn't enough. It was so unfair to be fired for something I had no control over.
It had crushed me. I needed that job. I was drowning in bills, my student loans burying me in debt. I'd left my job in a daze, stumbling through the streets of downtown Seattle for... I wasn't sure how long. When I snapped out of my funk, I found myself staring at the Creamy Udders Coffee House. It was one of the new businesses that had sprang up to take advantage of lactating humans.
We were called HuCows. Human cows. Our breast milk would sweeten the coffee and other drinks that were sold here.
“Okay, Harmony,” I told myself, shifting, my breasts on the verge of falling out of my top, “you can do this. It's just letting people fondle your tits and exposing yourself.”
My cheeks warmed at the thought even as my dick twitched and my pussy grew juicy. My panties felt so tight. I could do this. Even it if was the most embarrassing thing in the world.
I stepped out of the employee bathroom into a short hallway crowded with crates of supplies, making it difficult to squeeze by. I turned and jumped, almost bumping into Cassandra, one of the two owners.
“Looking good, Harmony,” Cassandra said, the futa giving me a friendly smile, her face framed by curly-brown hair. “I thought that dress would fit you. How does it feel?”
“Like I should be serving beer at Oktoberfest,” I muttered. I played with the skirt. “I've never worn a dress so short before.”
“Well, you can do this,” she said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “And if you get overwhelmed, Ashley will be working with you, and my wife and I will be around.”
“Thanks,” I said. Her wife, Mrs. Owens, made my stomach squirm. My cheeks grew warm as cold, slimy hands of guilt played with my guts.
Yesterday, during my job interview, Cassandra's wife had rubbed my cock with her foot. She'd extended her leg beneath their desk to touch me. I came from the massage while Cassandra had no idea her wife fooled around with me. And then the futa had to leave, and Mrs. Owens revealed my other job duties: pleasing her.
I ate out her pussy. She nursed from my tits. Then I fucked her hard. I pounded her married cunt until I exploded in her depths. Part of me wanted to tell Cassandra that her wife was a cheating whore, a dominating MILF who craved young futas fucking her.
But I needed this job too badly to risk losing it for any reason.
“My wife needs your help doing inventory in the storeroom,” Cassandra added as she bent down and picked up a crate. “It'll give her a chance to show you where things are and help you get familiar with our products.”
I swallowed. “The storeroom?”
“Yeah, that door right there,”
she said, nodding to a door down the hall. “She's waiting for you.”
My cheeks went scarlet. I squirmed, hating how my futa-dick ached and throbbed in my panties at the thought of enjoying that sexy MILF again. I knew it was wrong. Cassandra was such a nice futa. She didn't deserve to be cuckolded and to have a cheating wife.
“She won't bite,” Cassandra said and then gave a little chuckle that had her round breasts jiggling in her blouse. “I know she's a bit standoffish, but she can be friendly once she's warmed up to you.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” I muttered. “She was... friendly after you left last night.”
“See,” the futa smiled. “Nothing to worry about. I know first days are always tense. But you can do this.”
“Thanks, Cassandra.” I swallowed. I should tell her. Just blurt it out and...
And get evicted from my apartment when I failed to pay my rent at the end of the month. “Well, um, I guess I better get in there and... uh... help your wife out.”
“I'll leave her in your hands then.”
She was so trusting. My futa-cock twitched harder just imagining what naughty things Mrs. Owens would want from me. Hot waves washed out of my pussy. My nipples tingled, my milk leaking out. I glanced down, my blouse going transparent, showing the pink of my fat nipples.
“Enjoy your first day, Harmony,” Cassandra said as she headed towards the kitchen.
“I'm sure I will,” I muttered, feeling like such a terrible futa as I headed for the storeroom.
I reached the door, my hands so sweaty. I took a deep breath, licking my lips. I knew it would be naughty. And with her futa-wife still here... But it had been so hot when she gave me that footsie and rubbed me to a shuddering orgasm. My cheeks burned, my entire body trembling. My stomach writhed while my pussy boiled.
I opened the door, revealing the small space, shelves lining the walls full of supplies for the coffee house, syrups, coffee beans, powders, pieces of equipment, and a naked MILF. Mrs. Owens had such a sultry smile on her plump lips, her black hair falling about her mature, lush face. Her round breasts rose and fell as she breathed, her trimmed bush glistening with her excitement. She rubbed her stomach as she let out a purring moan.