by Skye Darrel
Hucow Experiment:
A Taboo Erotica
By Skye Darrel
Hucow Experiment: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adults only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel
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Hucow Experiment
What’s a hucow? I wonder. That’s what the website says. I read it again, “Resort au Lait.” Resort with milk. Wow. Sounds fancy. I was searching for a weekend getaway for my stepdad and me. Somewhere in the country. Somewhere we can get really kinky. Up popped Resort au Lait. Its site guarantees the “sexiest hucow experience.” An exciting stay you won’t forget.
I hear my stepdad’s voice from downstairs and hurry to my room.
Daddy and I don’t need much excitement.
Three weeks after I turned eighteen, he caught me at a bar hanging out with friends. He dragged me out in front of everyone. We weren’t even drinking! Furious, he took me home and lectured me, almost shouting.
I felt like a misbehaving little girl. Then something just clicked inside me. I sank to my knees on instinct.
Something must’ve clicked in Daddy too because he shut up and stroked my face. He pulled out his hard cock and grimaced as I wrapped my lips around him.
He’s a gorgeous man, so busy at work he never has time to date.
I’m a shy girl but I’m not naïve.
I knew he had needs. So did I.
Our first time happened like a dormant volcano. His cock jerked in my mouth. Then he pulled me up and bent me over the counter and he ripped down my shorts and panties. He pushed his cock into my ass, rocked me hard until we came together. I screamed and bucked. It was dirty and rough and Daddy gave me his all. He’d hidden his lust a long time. But he didn’t touch my virginity. That’s something special, he told me, something he won’t take.
Deep down, he still thinks what we have is wrong. That we can’t ever be a couple. It makes our sex dirtier, but I’m worried. I don’t want to go on like this forever. Sometimes I feel like Daddy’s fuck toy. He even calls me his little pet when we’re fucking.
I want more than that. I want us to be a real couple. Every evening I wait for him, just like now.
Daddy strides into my room. Silent. Bold. Dominant. He always is. It’s almost six and he’s just back from work. Daddy strips off his clothes a piece at a time, starting with his shirt and tie. Slowly, almost sensual. When he reveals his chest and abs, the V-cut at his hips, my pussy clenches.
He snatches out his belt and growls as he climbs on my bed, squirming out of his pants. His huge cock flops down. In seconds it hardens to full length. I feel so small as he climbs over me, filling me with his scent. His aftershave, his cologne, his masculine musk.
My tummy flutters.
“Have you been a good girl today?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
A smile plays over his lips. “Too bad. I was in the mood for punishment.”
I blush hotly.
Daddy’s eyes sweep over my naked body to settle on my flushed, moist pussy. His throat knots. A strand of cum leaks out of his cock. He rubs his tip over my soft folds making me whimper. Daddy lifts my thighs and spreads me wide. He rests his cock against my puckered hole.
I clench.
Daddy drives through my asshole in one thrust. Not hard. Not gentle. Perfect. His thick cock stretches me open and he slides into my back entrance with his eyes fastened on my girl lips. Grunting, Daddy strains his whole cock into my passage, trailing fire in my walls.
“You’ll always be my bad little girl.”
I moan. “Why Daddy?”
“Good girls don’t get their ass fucked,” he growls. “Good girls don’t spread their legs for their daddies. They don’t moan with a big cock in their asshole.”
Another moan leaves my mouth. Daddy pumps faster, sliding between my cheeks, gnawing on my walls.
“I should take this virgin cunt right now.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Daddy makes a guttural noise. His hips wedge my legs apart as he thrusts harder and deeper, splitting me around his hard cock. The wet sounds of Daddy pounding my ass fill the room as his balls slap against my tailbone. He grabs my breasts and squeezes, wrenching my flesh. I cry out. The rougher he treats me the hotter my blood rushes. Tears roll down my cheeks and tremors wrack my body.
“Bad girl,” Daddy rasps. “Bad. Little. Girl.” His fingers fall on my clit in a blur of frenzied flicks.
My asshole pulses. I cum in waves, my body quaking. Hot liquid trickles out of my pussy. “Daddy!”
“That’s it, slut. That’s it.”
“Ohhh.”
Daddy grits out his release, slamming his cock deep at the moment of climax, shooting ropes of hot cum in my ass.
I feel every spurt.
I should be ashamed. I should be horrified. But I only want more. To be punished again, to have my ass fucked again by Daddy. I’m used to his lust.
He slaps my pussy and I yelp.
“Time for dinner, Princess.” He tastes his fingers coated with my juices. “I know what I’ll be having for dessert.” He gives me a wicked grin.
Later, as I’m lying in bed with a bellyful of Daddy’s delicious sautéed flank steak, with his tongue swirling over my pussy—he’s careful not to penetrate me—I bring up Resort au Lait.
Daddy gives my clit a hard suck then lifts his head. “Hucow?”
“Do you know what that is, Dad?”
He shrugs as he traces a finger around my soaked vulva. “Sounds milky. Not as milky as this though.”
I giggle. “I think we should go. It sounds exciting. It’s been so long since you took any time off.”
“You’re all the break I need, little girl.”
I roll my eyes. “A change of scenery, Daddy. Pleeeease?”
He climbs up beside me and strokes my long hair, wild and messy from our lovin’. With a firm hand, Daddy guides my mouth to his hard cock. “Okay, baby. Use my card. Book us for two weeks. Guess I gotta use my sick days for something. Now be a good girl and open that little mouth.”
“Good girls suck cock?”
“They do if they don’t want a spanking.”
“You’re confusing me,” I whine.
“I'm not playing, Princess.”
Pouting, I hide my smile and wrap my lips around Daddy’s big cock.
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Resort au Lait reminds me of a farm. Daddy’s not impressed as we enter the lobby. I’m not that thrilled myself. The main lobby is decorated like a barn and smells of cream. The front desk receptionist makes a big fuss. She thinks I look too young and won’t let me past without seeing my ID, even though I booked our suite in Daddy’s name.
“Resort au Lait is adults only,” she says. “We are very strict about that.”
Daddy and I exchange a glance. Adults only—Daddy and I knew that of course. But if this lady sees my ID she’d figure out Daddy and I share the same last name. That could be trouble.
He pulls me aside. “Baby girl, I told you not to wear that ridiculous thing.”
I touch my knitted hoodie with the cute cow ears and I pout. My thigh-high socks and baby white gloves aren’t doing me any favors either. I’m probably a plaid skirt away from them calling the cops.
Daddy rubs down his leather blazer. “I’ll handle this.”
He walks to the desk. Poker face. Dashing. Handsome. Intense. The man I fell for not so long ago. The man who made me his. The man wh
o spanked me over his lap and called me a bad little girl as he filled me with his hard cock. He flashes his killer smile and calmly explains how we are a new couple looking for a hot getaway, and that I sadly left my ID at home. By the time he’s done the receptionist is in lust with him. She waves us along.
“That’s how it’s done, Princess,” Daddy whispers.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”
The manager, Mr. Gallio, greets us in person. He’s a beefy man with a shine to his face.
“You must be Mr. Shelton,” he says to Daddy. They shake hands. Gallio gives me an old-fashioned bow. “I always greet first-time guests personally. Especially when they ask for the Whole Cream All-Inclusive Stay.”
He winks.
Daddy nods. “Only the best for my little girl—friend.”
“She is rather little.”
I fold my arms and perk up. I swear the guy’s looking at my chest. I don’t put up with any ogling, unless it’s Daddy. “Uh, Excuse me?”
Mr. Gallio clears his throat. “Please, this way. Your suite awaits.”
The manager brings us to a spacious room with no windows. There’s a king-sized bed against one wall. Some tables and chairs. All normal but for a bizarre machine in the middle. The contraption looks like a bunch of pipes locked together, with lots of straps and support pads. Two tubes attached with suction cups hang from a nearby stand. At the top of the stand is an empty plastic bag. More bags lie on a table.
Daddy glances at me.
I feel my face heat. It looks like a torture machine!
Mr. Gallio sweeps his arm. “Welcome to your suite.”
“What the heck is that?” Daddy asks, pointing at the machine.
“Every hotel and resort offers its own brand of creature comforts,” Mr. Gallio says proudly. “Ours is to satisfy a special need. That’s a milking machine.” His voice turns mechanical. “A hucow—your girl there—is secured into the machine. The suction cups are attached to her breasts. Her milk is collected in the bag you see there. You may enjoy the milk for your private use, sir. Or you can sell it to the Resort. We shall deduct it from the cost of your stay.”
I gape at him. “What?”
“It’s very pleasurable for you,” Mr. Gallio says. “I promise. Once you’re injected of course.”
“Injected with what?”
“A special mixture that mimics human pregnancy and sex hormones. Far more potent. Your breasts will swell. You will lactate. There are other side effects also. Fertility, arousal, and the like. Sex will feel . . . better. Sex in turn stimulates milk production. It’s a cycle. We’ve never had any complaints, miss. If you prefer, we have dildo machines that can do the same. But most couples would rather enjoy the natural experience, I find.”
My face is on fire and even Daddy’s blushing.
Gallio points at the brochure on a table. “You will find the usage instructions there.” He nods at a fridge in the corner. “Everything else is in there. I shall leave you to it.”
And just like that, he leaves.
I shoot a look at Daddy. He’s taking his blazer off, the kinky setup clearly arousing him judging by the bulge in his pants.
“Baby girl, you wanted to come here.” Daddy unbuttons his shirt. He starts reading the brochure. “Hell, I’ll try anything once.”
“But—”
“Now, now, Princess. It says here that my job is to be your ‘bull.’ Hm.” He opens the fridge and brings out a syringe and a bottle of pills. “This should be fun.”
“For you maybe!”
Daddy growls. “Get those boots off. We’re here to enjoy ourselves. Don’t be scared.
Sighing, I shuffle to the bed and undress. Daddy sits beside me. He pulls out his hard cock before he kisses my shoulder. “You know what a bull does, Princess?”
“What?”
“To keep you properly stimulated, baby. With my cock in your pussy.”
I gasp as heat flushes my body. “Really?”
“Yes, you heard what the manager said. Sex stimulates milk production, and that’s what we’re here for, aren’t we?” He puts his hand on my thigh. “I don’t know about you, darling, but the more I think about it, the harder my cock gets.”
I roll my eyes and stroke him. “What about anal sex?”
“Huh?”
“Daddy, we only do it that way. You know that.”
“Good question. We’ll figure it out.”
My heartbeat quickens as Daddy takes off his shirt and pushes me into the bed. I stroke him faster with one hand. I’m still trying to pull off my thigh-highs but Daddy says to leave them on. He rolls on top then kisses down my belly to the wetness between my thighs. He suckles my clit for a while, and when I’m very wet, Daddy goes to the fridge and returns with the syringe and pill bottle. He says the syringe is an autoinjector, not like those nasty needles I hated when I was younger. It won’t hurt at all.
“Get on your belly, baby girl.”
Pouting, I roll around.
Daddy takes his time back there, squeezing my ass cheeks, slapping me a few times. Then I hear a hiss and feel a sharp pinch on my right buttock.
“That should do it. Take this pill too.”
Daddy watches me closely as I wash it down with a glass of water.
“Feel anything?”
“Not really . . . ” Then my throat tightens and heat blooms in my face. My heart starts to beat so hard I clutch my chest. Tingles sizzle my fingertips, my scalp, and my pussy throbs fiercely. I suck in breaths as my whole body boils. “Oh my god.”
“What is it? You okay?”
My nipples stiffen and ache. Jolts shoot through my belly. “Daddy—oh god Daddy!”
I clutch his arm and my other hand falls to my pussy. I sink two fingers in and rub my clit, desperate for relief.
“Baby girl,” Daddy whispers.
I shake my head and press my lips together, fucking myself as Daddy watches in shock.
“Help me,” I gasp, staring at his hard cock.
Daddy growls and dives between my thighs. He still won’t penetrate me, but he does his best with his tongue, flicking my folds and tracing circles around my aching clit. I’m holding his head against my virgin pussy, grinding against him. My juices slick his mouth and a gut-wrenching orgasm tears through me.
Daddy comes up for breath. “Whatever's in that syringe, it works.”
“Yeah,” I whimper.
“Come here,” Daddy says. “I need help too.”
My eyes jump wide.
Daddy’s huge cock is fully engorged, flushed purple. He rubs it against my drenched folds then nestles it into my asshole. He thrusts into me hard, and I cry out as another orgasm builds. Daddy pumps his cock in between my cheeks as he flicks my clit rapidly. It doesn’t take long for me to cum again, this time squirting on Daddy’s abs with his cock buried balls deep in my ass. Seconds later, Daddy shoots his release in my back passage.
Every muscle in my body clenches.
Daddy catches his breath, trembling, shaking. I don’t think either of us has ever cum so hard.
“Baby girl!” He smears my juices over his abs and smells his fingers. “Oh you little slut.”
The room spins around me. I’m blushing so hot it feels like fever. “Give me another shot,” I moan, bucking my hips.
“No can do, little girl. Once every three days. The brochure says it—”
“Screw the brochure!” I lunge out of bed for the fridge.
Daddy drags me back. He’s too strong. I kick and thrash and I’d give anything for another orgasm like that. Daddy holds me down over his lap. He slaps my bottom hard, rippling my cheeks, until my cries turn to whimpers and my ass feels on fire. He shoves a finger into my just-fucked asshole, holding me in place.
“Stay still, baby. You’ll hurt yourself. Come on.”
Heat pours off me as I struggle in Daddy’s grip. Whatever was in that injector rushes through my veins. Everything feels so sensitive, my nipples, my clit, my bu
rning pussy. My skin buzzes and my head swims.
Daddy spanks me again and again, his cock hard under my belly. He whispers in my ear at the same time. The combination of pain and his voice brings me back from the brink of hot lust.
I feel another thwack on both cheeks.
“Ow! Okay, stop!”
“Are you going to behave?”
“Yes!”
Daddy lets go and I roll around in bed, breathless.
“You okay, baby?”
I’m drenched in sweat. “I don’t know. Is it supposed to be this intense?”
“Side effects include,” Daddy reads the brochure, “unusually strong orgasms in the female.”
And massive hard cocks in the male. If Daddy’s any indication. Just the sight of his erection stirs me again.
“Drink plenty of water,” Daddy says. He hands me another glass. “That should help.”
My walls throb and I gulp down the whole glass. “And those pills?”
“Part of the hormone treatment. It should make your breasts bigger. Boost lactation.”
“Oh great.” What did I get myself into?
Daddy pinches my nipple making me wince. “The effects won’t become apparent until twenty-four hours have passed.”
“What do we do until then?”
Daddy strokes his hard cock. “What we’re here for, Princess. Get on all fours.”
I moan and do as I’m told, rising and arching, rearing my butt for Daddy’s use. He slams into me and pounds my throbbing asshole, fondling my clit, yanking my hair, until we cum again and collapse in bed.
◆◆◆
“Wake up, Princess.”
I open my eyes. Daddy’s standing over me naked, jerking his cock. Our second day at Resort au Lait. I give him a smile.
“You’re up early.”
Daddy glares at me in silence.
I look down to see puffy nipples moist with a creamy fluid. My breasts feel swollen and full, achingly tender. My pussy is damp and pulsing. Even my thighs feel heavy.
Daddy kneels over me, his cock leaking cum. “I can see why the brochure calls them udders.”
I rush to the bathroom and see my full chest in the mirror and I scream. My breasts look huge on my small figure. “Daddy!”