Futa HuCow Coffee Collection

by Reed James

  “You kept me waiting, you little futa-slut,” she purred, her hazel eyes glaring at me. “I don't like being made to wait.”

  “Sorry,” I muttered. “It's... It's the dirndl. I've never worn one before. It took me a few minutes to figure it out.”

  “Mmm, but it was worth it,” she said, shaking her hips from side to side as she looked me up and down. “You look so delicious. My naughty HuCow-whore. You're going to take care of my hot pussy today, aren't you?”

  “I'm... ready to learn about my job duties.”

  She let out a wanton moan. The hot wife's fingers slid down to her bush. She twined her fingers around her silky, black hairs, her legs parting. I licked my lips, remembering how I ate that snatch last night.

  I moved to her and fell to my knees. My large breasts jiggled in my blouse. I sucked in a deep breath, staring up at her. I felt so submissive before her, a slave before a queen, ready to worship her. She shuddered, a sensuous writhe undulating her body and shaking her round breasts above me. She had dark-red nipples that begged to be sucked.

  “Mmm, you showed your skill at pussy licking yesterday,” she purred. “Today... You'll learn about rimming.”

  “Rimming?” I frowned.

  She turned around, the perfect globes of her ass right before my eyes. She bent over and grasped the shelf, her rump thrusting into my face. I stared at her crack, her rear the shape of a pink peach. Her black pubic hair between her thighs contrasted with her pale skin.

  “Rimming,” she purred.

  “Oh,” I said, my cheeks warmed. I hadn't ever done that to a woman.

  Then she thrust her hand behind me holding a pink dildo in her hand. It had a black base, rough, the body covered in ridges. I took it from her, my cheeks on fire. A sex toy, too? I had never touched one before.

  “Rim my asshole and fuck my pussy with that vibrator, futa-slut,” she moaned. “Make me cum so hard.”

  “Yes, Mrs. Owens,” I groaned.

  My entire body trembled. I couldn't help myself as I leaned forward. I kissed her right butt-cheek, tasting saltiness of her skin. I sucked on it for a moment as I brought the dildo between her thighs. I rubbed it against her pussy as I smooched towards her butt-crack.

  What would her asshole taste like?

  I approached her crack, my entire body trembling. My dick throbbed in my panties, my pussy flooding the dainty cloth with my cream. My nipples leaked more, my bodice clinging to my nubs. I shuddered, my blonde hair brushing her peachy rump. I rubbed the dildo up and down her pussy, searching for her entrance.

  “You have to turn the vibrator on,” she moaned.

  “Right,” I moaned as I reached her butt-crack. “Um, how?”

  She let out an exasperated sight. “Twist the base, futa-slut! Make me cum! Now! Hurry! My futa-wife's in the store. We don't have all day.”

  I shivered, an excited tremble rippling through me. This was such a risk. It made me even eager. I found the base, twisted it. The vibrator hummed to life in my hand. I pressed it against her pussy. A liquid moan escaped her lips.

  “That's it, little HuCow-whore,” she groaned as I rubbed it up and down her slit. “Now rim me!”

  “Yes, Mrs. Owens.”

  While massaging her cunt with the vibrator, my left hand parted her butt-cheeks, exposing a brown, puckered sphincter. A sour musk filled my nose. A nervous flutter squirmed through my stomach. My pussy clenched, growing juicy and wet as I pressed my face between the smooth hemispheres of her peachy rump.

  She let out such whimpering moans as I rubbed the vibrator on her pussy. The humming toy buzzed in my hand, making her twitch and shudder. At the same time, my lips found her asshole. A nervous twinge met the heat rising out of my pussy as I took my first lick.

  My tongue caressed her puckered asshole. I tasted her sour musk, my dick twitching at the dirty flavor. It was... exciting licking this married woman's asshole while her futa-wife puttered around the store. It was so wrong, and that just made my dick throb more. I swirled my tongue around her asshole, caressing it, loving that sour flavor.

  “Ooh, yes, that's it,” she groaned. “Lick my ass, futa-slut!”

  I fluttered my tongue against it, pressing my lips tight against her puckered hole. I probed against it while shoving the vibrator into her cunt. She gasped. The cheeks of her ass squeezing about my face as I rimmed her butthole. I pushed my tongue harder against her sphincter as I fucked the buzzing toy in and out of her cunt.

  My own pussy clenched as she moaned. My dick ached and throbbed in my panties. I was so envious of the humming toy. I wanted to be buried in her cunt. I wanted to feel her snatch spasming about my dick. I bet she would feel incredible about my cock like she had last night.

  “Yes, yes, yes, you nasty futa-whore,” she groaned. “Shove that tongue into my asshole. Swab my bowels and make me cum!”

  The shelf she leaned against rattled as she shuddered. I plunged the vibrator deeper and deeper into her snatch, stirring it around in her. Her moans echoed through the room as she wiggled and squirmed. Her voice so throaty. I pressed my tongue hard against her asshole, probing like she commanded.

  Her sphincter surrendered.

  My tongue plunged into her bowels

  I shivered at the dirty delight. My tongue danced through her bowels as I pumped the vibrator faster and faster into her cunt. That sour flavor excited me. I wiggled my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could.

  Her moans grew throatier. Her juices flooded down the shaft of the vibrator, reaching my fingers. Her juices slick. I grasped the base, shoving it deep into her cunt. I rotated it around in her. Her back arched, her black hair sweeping about her shoulders.

  “You futa-slut!” she hissed. “You nasty HuCow-whore! Yes!”

  Her asshole clenched about my probing tongue. Her body shuddered. I swirled the dildo in her, caressing her inner depths, driving her wild. Her moans echoed through the stockroom. What if her futa-wife heard?

  I'd be so fired.

  My futa-dick ached in my panties. My pussy juices flooded out. I fucked my tongue in and out of her bowels, teasing her as the hot wife gasped and groaned. Her moans grew deeper. The shelf rattled louder.

  “You nasty futa-slut!” she groaned as juices gushed down the toy and drenched my hands. “Oh, you little whore! Mmm, my HuCow-slave!”

  I made her cum.

  A wave of effervescent heat washed out of my cunt. I kept probing her cumming pussy, making her squirm and gasp. My dick and pussy were so juicy. I groaned, aching to fuck her. I wanted to stand up and slam my shaft into her cunt. To fill her with something better than the vibrator.

  “Ooh, yes, you nasty whore! I want you to bend over with your panties around your ankles!”

  I shivered, pulling my head back from between her butt-cheeks. “Yes, Mrs. Owens!”

  I ripped the vibrator out of her cunt, turned it off, and hopped to my feet, the skirt of my dirndl swirling. My breasts heaved in my blouse. I set down the sex toy on the shelf before whirling around, my nipples aching so badly, so full of milk. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt and hauled down my blue panties. Freed, my dick pressed against my skirt, rubbing into the fabric. Tingles raced through me as I dropped my panties to my ankles and then bent over, presenting my ass.

  Did she want to eat my asshole out? Would she lick my cunt? Or did she want to pay with my dick?

  Vinyl rubbed on vinyl behind me. I heard the sway of breasts slapping together. A line of pussy juices ran down my snatch. I shivered, wiggling my hips, my futa-dick swinging between my thighs. My hands clenched the wall as I trembled.

  My heart pounded in my chest as I waited. Another rivulet of pussy cream ran down my inner thigh. It tickled my skin as I waited. My futa-dick throbbed and twitched, my cunt clenching. I let out such an eager moan.

  The vibrator hummed back to life.

  My eyes widened. I threw a look over my shoulder to see her advancing on me with the vibrator strapped to her crotch. The buzzing shaft, blu
rred on the edges from its humming, thrust at me like a dick. My pussy clenched.

  “Wait!” I gasped. “I've never—”

  She thrust the vibrator deep into my pussy. I gasped, never taking more than a finger in my twat before. My cunt clenched down on the ridged shaft. It buzzed inside of me, massaging my inner pussy walls. My dick throbbed harder than it ever had before. My hands clenched the shelf. My passion screamed out of my voice.

  It was incredible. Pleasure raced through my body. I whimpered and groaned. My eyes rolled back into my head from the delight of that buzzing toy. It churned my inner depths into a hot froth. My pussy walls absorbed the vibrations, transforming them into ecstasy that fired to my brain.

  Her hands shoved down my blouse, spilling my huge boobs into her grips. She squeezed them, my breast milk squirting from my nipples. I whimpered as she milked my udders as she rotated her hips, stirring that buzzing, awesome, amazing shaft in my cunt.

  “First time being pegged, futa slut?” she purred in my ear.

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  “Mmm, wonderful.”

  I groaned as she drew back her hips and then plunged her vibrator back into the depths of my cunt. Her crotch smacked my rump. I groaned, my futa-dick bouncing before me. The tip ached so badly, throbbing as the toy hummed and teased my depths. The ridges banding the shaft rubbed at my pussy walls, massaging them, adding one more delight to the ecstasy surging through me.

  “Oh, my fucking goddess,” I whimpered.

  “Yes, yes, yes, you love it, you naughty futa-slut,” she groaned, pumping away. “Mmm, you're going to cum so hard on my vibrator, right? You love being pegged by me.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, waves of fuzzy darkness washing across my vision. I whimpered and moaned, my cunt clenching down on the probing shaft.

  It felt great being fucked by that vibrator. It drove me wild. I bucked back into her as she pounded my cunt. The pressure swelled so fast in the depths of my cunt, the ache throbbing the tip of my dick. I shuddered, my orgasm building so fast as she milked my udders.

  White streams splashed on the coffee cans before me. The sweet odor of my cream filled my mouth as I whimpered and groaned. The metal shelf rocked, groaning with me. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side-to-side, swirling that amazing, humming shaft around inside of me.

  “Oh, my goddess,” I whimpered. “Oh, my fucking goddess!”

  “You love it, you nasty futa-slut!” the married woman hissed. “You're going to be my little slave. My HuCow futa-slave!”

  I didn't want to be. But... I couldn't say no. “Yes, Mrs. Owens!”

  “Good,” she groaned, thrusting so hard, ramming that dildo into my cunt. “Now cum, you little slut. Cum before my futa-wife catches us.” Her hands squeezed my tits hard, my milk squirting in powerful streams against the supplies. Cream splashed back on my face. “If you ruin my marriage, I'll be so angry at you!”

  “I won't!” I gasped, my pussy clenching down on her hard strokes, my ovaries boiling. “Fuck!”

  My futa-cock erupted.

  Hot cum pumped out of my dick, splashing the supplies. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy writhing about the vibrator. The humming shaft teased me, driving me wild as the pleasure surged through my body. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head. Stars danced across my vision. I shivered and writhed, every blast of cum firing ecstasy into my mind.

  Rapture washed out of my spasming pussy. Juices flooded down my thighs, pouring out around the toy churning my cunt to a mess. My back arched, my tits aching in her squeezing hand. She kept milking me, the tingles from my nipples meeting the tsunami of sensation flooding out of my pussy and cock.

  “Oh, my fucking goddess!” I moaned, my face burning. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “Futa-whore!” she hissed, driving the vibrator deep into my cumming cunt. She squeezed my tits, shuddering behind me.

  She came from pegging me.

  “Ooh, yes, you nasty slut. You're going to be my pussy-slave. My HuCow futa-whore. Aren't you?”

  “Uh-huh,” I whimpered, not caring what I said right now as the rapture surged through me.

  Then she ripped that amazing toy out of my cunt. I sagged into the shelf, my dick firing its last blast of girl-cum. I held the metal for support, the world spinning around me. I sucked in breaths, my cheek pressing into a cold tin can.

  “Clean up this mess,” she told me, the toy turning off. “Then get out there and help Ashley. She'll teach you how to do the other parts of your job.”

  “Yes, Mrs. Owens,” I panted, my nipples tingling as they rubbed against the shelf.

  She dressed as I recovered. I swallowed and then straightened my skirt and bodice. I pulled up my panties, my dick no longer hard. I found a cloth and whipped up my cum and breast milk. She left before I finished. I heard her talking to her futa-wife in the hallway.

  “I think Harmony is working out,” she told her futa-wife. “She's very eager to please. I like that in an employee.”

  “Yes, she's a good hire,” Cassandra said.

  I flushed, my insides twisting. It was so wrong what Mrs. Owens did behind her futa-wife's back. She shouldn't be fucking. I shouldn't be letting her. But it felt so good. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled with a vibrator again.

  The door opened. I jumped, clutching the cum-soaked rag in my hands. “Cassandra,” I squeaked, bouncing to my feet. “I...”

  “How's it going?” she asked, breathing in deeply. “Mmm, I love that rich coffee musk. It's good, right.”

  “Yeah,” I said, glad the smell of coffee beams overwhelmed the smell of my pussy juices and cum. “Um, it's going... going fine.” I feasted on your wife's ass then was fucked by her. She made me cum so hard. I wanted to apologize. “I, uh, yeah.”

  “Good, good. Well, my wife and I are off. Ashley's in charge. She'll help you out with the kitchen and making drinks.”

  “I'll learn from her,” I promised, so aware of the cum on the rag. What if Cassandra noticed? Would she think I just masturbated in here, or that I had been pegged by her wife?

  The futa gave me a friendly smile. “Well, later, Harmony.”

  “Later,” I said, shifting, my throat so tight.

  I threw the rag away, wanting to hide any evidence of what happened, and then headed into the kitchen behind the counter. Ashley, a busty redhead wearing an identical green dirndl, grinned at me. Her big tits were almost falling out of her blouse. I remembered suckling at her nipple yesterday, one of the special treats they give to customers here.

  “I knew you would work out here,” she said, eyeing me up and down. “And you are so cute in your dirndl. But you don't have to be nervous.”

  “Nervous?” I asked.

  “You're flushed,” she said, taking a step towards me. “I don't bite. Unless you want me to.”

  I swallowed. “Uh... Well... Good to know.”

  She winked a green eye at me. “Okay, so here are the rules: customers can pay extra to use our breast milk. But they're not allowed to touch us or to suckle from us.”

  I gaped. “But... You let me do both of that yesterday.”

  “You looked like you needed it,” she said. “And I didn't charge you, so it wasn't prostitution. See, we skirted that line there.”

  “Okay,” I said, swallowing. “So... you felt bad for me and let me...” My cheeks warmed and my futa-dick throbbed.

  “Aaahh, you're so cute,” she said. “Blonde, busty futas are my weakness and...” She grabbed my breasts through the blouse, thumbing over the wet fabric. “Your nipples look like such a cute shade of pink. We're going to have so much fun, aren't we?”

  “I guess so,” I said, shivering, tingles racing through my nubs.

  “Now we can milk each other,” she continued. “And customers do enjoy seeing that. So don't be shy about my tits. You can play with them as much as you like.”

  My futa-dick was rock-hard in my panties.

  “So long as there's a drink to make, of course,
” she said, giving my tits another squeeze. Not milking them, but just feeling their pillowy softness.

  I swallowed and nodded my head. “Then, um, why are you playing with mine?”

  “Because I love blonde, busty futas, cutie.” She arched a fiery eyebrow. “I thought we covered that, Harmony.”

  “Right,” I said, my cheeks burning, my pussy so juicy, aching to be filled by something again. A dildo, a finger, anything.

  It was a slow time in the store, so she went over the stations, explaining how the various machines worked from the cappuccino machine to the peculiarities of the blender. She told me about the drinks, how to make them, where the ingredients went. It left me overwhelmed and dazed as I struggled to follow it all.

  And then we had our first customer, a futa in jeans and a low-cut halter top. She already had a hardon when she came in, walking up to the counter, a sway to her hips and a bounce to her tits. She licked her lips, staring at us with lusty eyes.

  Did she not notice I was a futa? Or did she not care.

  “Welcome to the Creamy Udders,” Ashley said, her voice purring, liquid sex, that same flirty tone she'd used on me yesterday, and all day today. She just exuded that sexuality that made futas so hard but left you wondering if it was ever genuine. Her hips swayed as I watched her from behind. She leaned over the counter, giving the customer an eyeful.

  “That's very important,” she'd told me twenty minutes ago. “Letting them see the girls. So they can ogle them and know what they're getting.”

  “What can I get you today?” she now asked.

  “Uh,” the futa said, eyes locked on those magnificent breasts of Ashley's. “Well... how about a white chocolate mocha.”

  “Right,” Ashley said. “And would you like our special cream?”

  “Goddess, yes,” the futa moaned.

  Ashley rang it up then winked at her. “It'll be right up. Harmony, our new HuCow, will get right on it.”