Drink Me Dry (HuCow Megabundle)

by Faye Parker

  “I was trying to guess what kind of group you belonged to. Punk? Emo? Stoner?”

  I put down my fork and knife. I crossed my arms and peered at the cowboy. “I just like my hair blue.”

  He nodded and shrugged. “Okay, when you were getting all sensitive, I wasn’t sure. My guess was stoner. Problems and drugs seem to go together.”

  “Why? You have any weed?”

  I tossed my chair back and stood. I took my plate and asked for Reed’s.

  He handed it over with a suspicious glare. “No, I don’t have any weed.”

  “I was just kidding...kind of.”

  I washed the plates clean. It wasn’t part of the job. I was just trying to be a good guest. He served me a good meal. I might’ve come from a broken family, but I still picked up some manners, not from my folks, but from others.

  I was grateful for the meal, but tomorrow, when Reed looked for me in the spare bedroom, I wouldn’t be sleeping there. I would be on the run.

  “Trying to leave without paying me?”

  Shit.

  I didn’t get far. I didn’t get far at all.

  Reed hung out his truck window. He was pulled over on the side of the road and grinning at me. His cool, confident stare gave me a nervous tickle in my stomach, like I was going up a rollercoaster and ready for the plunge. It was a strange feeling, a rare one for me. Heat crossed over me. I tried to rationalize that it was only my nerves over getting caught.

  He’d caught me easily. Sniffed me out at the small mall just a couple blocks away. I almost made it to a bus stop. Almost. Now I had to deal with him again.

  “I’m not working for nothing. I need to go.”

  “You owe me,” he said, sterner now, his grin gone.

  That heat froze over real quick. On edge, scanning the parking lot, I wondered if I could make a run for it. Reed would catch me. I might scream enough where they would think I was in trouble. Maybe someone would call the cops.

  But that wouldn’t work. If I called the cops, I was in trouble for intruding on his property, or worse, they would send me back home.

  “Get in the truck.”

  I waited. I ran over my options. I had none. With a long, agonized sigh, I hopped back into the truck.

  “Don’t look so down. You almost got away.”

  “Yeah,” I said. I was too disgusted with myself to speak much. I looked out the window as the numbness consumed me.

  “You look pretty when you’re sad. It makes me want to comfort you.”

  “What?” I bolted from the window. I gave him a horrified look. What on Earth was he talking about? “You like when I’m sad? Don’t be creepy, man.”

  Reed shook his head and peered off like he said nothing. My body went hot again. He looked so sexy with that tight, black t-shirt on. I wanted to claw my way down his abs to that huge belt buckle and rip it off.

  I needed a good, hard fuck. I needed someone to take me away from all my problems. I bet Reed could do that.

  “Let’s do something with your ridiculous hair.”

  Heat boiled over to rage. Frustrated again, I squeezed my fists and tried to distract myself with the scenery. Why couldn’t he get over my blue hair? I thought it looked good on me.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “To get it changed.”

  He drove through the parking lot to a hair stylist at the end of the mall.

  “Does this count as work?”

  “Sure,” he said.

  I held out my hand. “Money?”

  “No, sorry, I’m going inside with you.”

  “Fine.” I hopped out and strode toward the haircutters, not really believing that I was going to have my hair dyed at the request of a stranger. It really didn’t matter to me. I didn’t tell Reed that I usually changed my hair color. If it counted as work, I wasn’t going to ruin it. I could sit in a chair for a couple hours and get pampered. Why not?

  I left with my hair dyed a sweet and sassy auburn. I liked it. Reed did as well. He said it was, “Much better,” and I might’ve even seen his cold, calculating heart melt at the sight of me.

  We headed back and had another meal that had me smiling from ear to ear. Reed was quite the cook. I liked to think he was good because he stuck to what he was good at, country style meals. He cooked up some meat and poured on some barbeque, and that was fine with me.

  Once we were done, I decided it would be best for me to wash the dishes. It might help curb Reed’s displeasure with my escape attempt. It was strange, but I was starting to think of the place as home, which scared me. It wasn’t home. It was just a pit stop. Reed made that perfectly clear.

  I felt a heavy presence at my back. I peeked over my shoulder while scrubbing away at a plate. Reed’s heavy stare was cast on my ass. I hadn't realized, I’d been too bubbly, but I was leaning over the sink.

  That meant my skirt lifted higher on my thighs. He could see the curve of my ass cheeks, and probably my thong too.

  I pretended like I didn’t notice him staring. I went right back to washing. I wished I could’ve dunked my head under...and then straddled it as well, putting my pussy under the faucet. My clit throbbed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my swollen pussy ached. It was like he was touching me with his eyes.

  I’d never been so horny just from a man looking at me.

  I could tell that Reed wanted to shove me down and fuck me right there. He liked when I was the obedient housewife, didn’t he? He wanted to domesticate me. Was that what this was all about? Trying to make me into his obedient wife?

  Another wave of pressure hit me. I slid the plate flat onto the bottom of the sink and turned around, only to be face to face with Reed.

  I took a gulp. A nervous bead formed in my throat, making it difficult. My breathing turned shallow and labored. He breathed fine. In and out, I watched that beautiful, wide chest beat. His bulge caught my attention. I could make the outline of his cock, not a hard on, but it might as well have been due to the size.

  “Thanks for doing the dishes.”

  “You’re welcome.” I slightly bowed my head.

  He took another step closer. His scent left me dizzy, left me wanting to fall onto his chest and have him take me. I couldn’t do that. I was afraid of having him throw me off. I didn’t want to be discarded, not again, not by him.

  “There’s one problem. You tried to get away today. You didn’t make amends for that.”

  “I didn’t think I had to.”

  My ass brushed against the counter. I pressed into it hard, trying to crawl away. God, my clit was throbbing. I wished I could’ve turned around, rubbed against the edge, and gotten off. I had to remain staring, wondering what sort of punishment Reed would come up with.

  “There will be consequences.”

  “Fuck consequences. I’m here to pay off my debt. That’s all.”

  “That’s not all. You’re staying in my house. My rules.”

  He snatched me by the chin with his forefinger and his thumb. Just enough pressure to keep me firmly in place, but not enough to hurt. I still trembled.

  “I don’t want you leaving again. Do you hear me?”

  Blood rushed to my cheeks. They grew incredibly hot. I meekly said, “Yes.” My barriers were down and I didn’t like it. Fear crossed over me.

  He let go of me. Reed picked up a chair with one hand and planted it down before me. He sat down. What did he want? He put a knee out and pointed.

  “On my knee.”

  My eyebrows raised. My lips hung open. What the fuck was he on? Get on him? Like….for a spanking? My lip started to curl into a smile, but when I saw his demanding, intense stare, I knew he wasn’t joking.

  “On my knee,” he said again.

  “Which way?”

  “Which way do you think? Either you get on my knee, or I’ll put you there.”

  I held my hand out. I didn’t feel comfortable positioning myself on his knee in the way that I imagined it. He did it for me. A part of me
still couldn’t believe that it was happening. He bent me over his knee, perking my ass in the air.

  I was so exposed, so vulnerable, yet I couldn’t deny the craving that stirred inside me. As I rubbed my thighs together, I noticed how slick and sensitive I was. There I was, ass in the air, with that cowboy right above me, ready to spank me, and it was turning me on.

  It was really turning me on.

  I bit down hard on my lip until I expected it to bleed. I hid my eyes, keeping them pointed at the floor.

  “Go on,” I said. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  The first smack rocketed through my body. It stung, but it wasn’t that hard. I knew with that massive palm of his, if he really wanted to, he could make my ass sore. Another smack hit my left cheek, rocking my plump ass so it jiggled and rubbed against my sex.

  Smack. The third got me even hornier. The fourth smack, and there was a slight numbness after it, but once it faded, my pussy ached, wanting more, wanting Reed deeper.

  The lust was uncontrollable now. I couldn’t keep my moans back. I tried to fling my hair, tried to arch my back to try to wiggle my hips, but he forced me down again. He smacked my rear over and over, until I was sure he marked me with his hand print.

  Hell, I didn’t mind at that point. The mark would be a memento.

  “Are you satisfied?” I screamed.

  “No, not nearly. I want more now.”

  I attempted to pull myself off. This time he let me go. I was a mess as I rolled my hips back and stood up. There was a flash of anger from me, but I shoved it back down once I saw his cock straining against his jeans. That long, plump cock set me off again. My horniness couldn’t be denied.

  Try all I might, I wouldn’t be able to hide my arousal. That’s what got to me. That man made me weak. I should’ve been fighting. Not submitting.

  “If you didn’t enjoy that, you can leave, but I see it clearly on your face. I heard it clearly in your moans.”

  “You’re such an asshole.”

  He stood up. His hard cock stretched downward. It was so big it covered most of my stomach. I wanted to lean farther on my toes, accidently slip, and press myself against that hot cock. I needed that warm, throbbing cock to make all these weird feelings go away.

  “I don’t think you believe that,” Reed said.

  I tilted my head away.

  “The spanking will be enough for today.” I didn’t want him getting too comfortable with me. He already held too many cards. By denying him, I could regroup and think this through.

  “Before you go, I have an offer for you, a way for you to pay back your debt quickly.”

  I put a hand on the corner of the kitchen wall and looked back. My eyes kept darting down to his cock. He acted like it was completely normal for him to be standing there with a boner. It didn’t seem to faze him at all. He didn’t even seem to be concentrating on it.

  “Since I don’t have Cassie here, you can take her place,” he said.

  “How will I take a cow’s place exactly?” This man really was out of his fucking mind. Just when I thought I understood him, he threw a curveball like asking me to take over for his cow.

  He pushed the table aside and stood before me. He seemed kind of vulnerable, like I just was, and that interested me. Maybe, if he asked nicely enough, I would listen to his plan. If he was willing to open up to me, that was huge.

  “Cows around here drink a milking concoction. My friend, Jack, down the road, he’s been giving some of it to his wife, and some of the other ladies she knows. Their breasts get bigger, but that’s not the only thing. They lactate.”

  “Hold on,” I said. I stumbled to the table and rested a hand there. I looked away for a long pause. I needed time to think.

  “No kidding?”

  “No joke. You take the concoction, your breasts will get bigger, and you’ll be milking for me. Take over for Cassie, and we have a deal.”

  Do it for me…

  Did he want to suckle from my enlarged breasts? It seemed Reed was a little freaky. I could get down with that. Thinking about him getting closer, sucking on me, draining my tits hit me with a delectable bolt of arousal.

  I’d do it. For now.

  “No side effects?”

  “None. Just your breasts getting bigger and the lactation. That’s all...and making me happy.”

  “Making you happy,” I repeated. I acted like I was thinking over. My mind was already made up.

  I would try to keep Reed happy.

  “How long for it to kick in?”

  The smile from Reed felt like such an accomplishment. I suppose Reed wasn’t a bad guy. He wasn’t a pushover. While it could be frustrating sometimes, it added to his sex appeal for sure.

  “The whole transformation will happen within a couple days.”

  “I’m not going to start mooing now, am I?”

  “No, it’s not like that. It’s painless. The milking part, especially with your tender nipples, might be somewhat painful at first, but we’ll get through that. In time, you’ll get used to it.”

  A quiver shot through me again. My thighs rubbed together in anticipation. My nipples already felt plenty sensitive. How would they feel on this drug?

  “I’ll go get it. You stay here,” he said, and he hurried off to get the concoction.

  When he came back, he poured it in a shot glass, and I downed it willingly.

  Quickly after that, I retreated for fear of what I would do next.

  The next day Reed gave me a list of chores to do. I was more than happy to oblige, since it meant that I could hide from him while I tried to figure out my emotions. I had such strong feelings for Reed that it scared me. I shouldn’t like someone so quickly, and I really shouldn’t trust someone as quickly as I trusted him.

  With my chores done, he allowed me to go shopping by myself. There was no fear that I would get away this time. I thought about it. I was still wary. Anyone in their right mind would be.

  I picked out two hundred dollars of clothing. I decided to stay. If a man as sexy as Reed would give me money to go shopping like that, I needed to see it through.

  At dinner, Reed asked about the concoction, if I felt anything different. I told him that I felt nothing different, which was a lie. My breasts were swollen and plump. My nipples were tender and sore.

  Day two became a real problem. The soreness and the aching stopped, which I was thankful for, but I wasn’t certain how I could control my horniness. I woke up in the middle of the night and wrestled with my sheets. I imagined Reed’s strong cock thrusting inside me until I passed out. Only by shoving the blankets between my thighs and then taking a good bite of it did I eventually sleep.

  Day three, I knew I would break.

  My breasts were amazing. As I got dressed in front of the long, standing mirror, I checked myself out. I cupped them and then dropped them. I lost my balance, laughed, and then straightened myself again.

  They ballooned, but they weren’t aching. The slightest touch rocked me to the core. I ran my fingertips around them, noticing how sensitive my flesh was, until I got to my dark center, and then I really needed to pull away.

  One touch of my nipples and my knees buckled. Breathing heavy and fast, I sat back down on the bed.

  I was filled with milk. My skin looked creamier and softer as well. My eyes looked more alive. Bright. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw someone else, someone that I had always wanted to be. Reed had chased away every problem keeping me down. It was clear in my cheerful disposition that he had changed my health for the better.

  There was just one problem. Reed needed to fuck me now. Or at the very least, milk me. If not, I would go insane.

  He promised that he would milk me. Why hadn’t he yet?

  If he wasn’t going to ask to do it today, then I would ask him myself. I swear to God I would, but once I met him outside, I didn’t have the guts to ask. This was the first time I saw him bare chested, and my arousal soared.

  He was hard
at work, hauling pieces of wood in both arms. The weight caused his muscles to flex. They were already shining from a slick layer of sweat. I waved at him. He gave me a nod. His eyes lingered over my tits for longer than was appropriate. He headed away and rounded the corner with the lumber.

  Frustrated, I wandered into the barn, the same one that I had escaped in the night of the storm. The doors were open and the fresh country air swept in. It helped cool me down. Whenever I thought about Reed’s amazing chest, it stoked the flames.

  I needed to relax, take a break.

  My breasts were filled and heavy. I was already out of breath.

  I took a seat on the first thing I saw, a metal box near the doors, set there for some strange reason. It looked like a generator. It hummed, but I didn’t even think about it. I just needed a rest from my carnal cravings for a moment. Only in a tight t-shirt and some small jean shorts, I dropped down.

  That machine did more than hum. It vibrated. Strongly.

  I reached out for support.

  “Oh, hell,” I said, searching for anything to grab onto. It was funny at first, but those vibrations kept rumbling, turning a tickle into temptation.

  My hands couldn’t find anything but the sides of the box. I clung onto it and tried to shove off. I hovered over it. My pussy throbbed, asking for more. My breasts ached. I felt so swollen and sore, ready to burst, but when I was on that vibrating box, it all went away.

  I sat back down. “One minute won’t hurt.”

  I rode that wave of pleasure. It built up inside of me. I rocked my pussy against it, feeding that lust. My breasts were ready to tear through my shirt they were so needy to be touched. I kept rocking, trying to hump my way into an orgasm.

  The thrumming shot straight through me. I eventually stopped grinding. The constant pressure against my pussy felt wonderful. It stimulated my throbbing, blossoming bud. Slick and aching, my pussy grasped for Reed’s cock, but he was nowhere to be found. It was only me and that machine.

  If it got me off, that might be best. It would save me from looking like a fool with Reed.

  I ground my pussy harder against the metal. Keeping my clit rubbed against it, I slowly rocked my hips. Moans escaped from my trembling lips. I wanted desperately to rip my top off, to pinch my needy nipples, a desire which I had never felt before. It might’ve had something to do with the milk sloshing around in my full breasts.