Futa HuCow Coffee Collection

by Reed James

  The dildo rammed into my cunt's depths. My pussy walls stretched and stretched and stretched to accommodate the huge toy. My bowels clamped down on the butt plug filling my asshole. My futa-dick throbbed and twitched as I threw back my head and let out a wanton moan. Fiery rapture washed out of my pussy.

  It felt so fucking good in me.

  I whimpered, wiggling my hips, my holes stuffed full of her toys. My asshole and twat clenched around them both. Then she drew back her hips, sliding that monster-dildo through my snatch. My pussy walls clung to it while my bowels gripped the butt plug. The silky friction sent another wave of fiery rapture through my body.

  “Oh, my fucking goddess,” I moaned.

  “Yes, you little futa-slut!” she groaned and slammed back into me. Her crotch smacked my butt, driving the butt plug a little deeper into my asshole for a moment. Pleasure rippled out of both my holes, washing through my body. “You're my HuCow-whore, aren't you?”

  “You're HuCow-whore,” I groaned as she thrust so hard, driving that big dildo in and out of my over-stuffed cunt.

  I groaned and gasped, my hips wiggling from side-to-side. It was so intense. I couldn't believe this was happening. I whimpered and groaned, my eyes going so wide. My back arched. My breasts swayed in my blouse.

  “My HuCow-whore,” she repeated, her hands reaching around my body and grabbing my blouse.

  She yanked.

  My tits spilled out and swayed before me as I rocked back into her thrusts. She churned my cunt up to a hot froth. I whimpered and groaned, trying not to be so loud, hoping Ashley was so busy with customers she didn't have time to walk down the hallway and discover what we were doing.

  Mrs. Owens squeezed my udders. My milk squirted out of them, splashing the floor by my hands. Hot droplets rained down on my fingers and my wrists. I whimpered, the throbbing from my nipples shooting down to my pussy and asshole.

  My holes clamped down on the toys, feeling the butt plug shifting in my bowels, the dildo reaming my cunt. The pleasure surged through me. My futa-cock swayed beneath me, precum and pussy juices dripping from the tip. My ovaries grew hotter and hotter, an orgasm building in the depths of my snatch.

  I whimpered. My face grew hotter and hotter as she kept milking my udders. My large breasts ached as my cream squirted out over and over. Her hands squeezed so hard, almost abusing my tits as she fucked me with that massive dildo.

  “Yes, yes yes,” she hissed as she plowed into me. “Take it! Take my toy, you futa-slut!”

  “Yes, Mrs. Owens,” I moaned, my head arching up, staring at the door before me. I whimpered, my pussy drinking in the silky friction of the thick toy reaming my depths over and over, plowing so hard into me. “I'm your futa-slut!”

  “I'm going to fuck you so hard until—”

  The office door burst open as Mrs. Owens drove her dildo into my cunt. Ashley appeared, her phone in hand. The redhead tapped the screen, a mischievous grin grew on her face as she pointed it at Mrs. Owens and me.

  My stomach sank.

  “What the fuck?” the MILF shouted, ripping the dildo out of my cunt and gaining her feet. “Ashley, why aren't you watching the store?”

  “Oh, I closed it for an hour,” she said, a big, triumphant grin on her face. “Wow, that is a huge dildo that you're pegging my futa-girlfriend with.”

  “And?” Mrs. Owens asked while I cowered on the floor. I didn't know what to do.

  “And it would be such a shame if Cassandra saw this video I just recorded. I really captured you plowing Harmony hard. And I recorded some audio, too, before I burst in. So my futa-girlfriend is your HuCow whore, huh?”

  “Ashley,” I whimpered, “I...”

  “She's blackmailing you, I know, honey,” Ashley said. “Goddess, you must think I'm an idiot, Mrs. Owens. You think this isn't the first time I noticed you fucking the cutie in here?”

  “What do you want?” Mrs. Owens asked. I could see the fury seething in her expression. She glowered at my girlfriend. “A pay raise?”

  “For you to stop forcing my futa-girlfriend to eat your skank pussy,” Ashley said. “You can stand up, cutie. She can't ruin your life like she keeps threatening. Not unless she wants me to ruin her marriage.” The redhead grinned as she gave our boss a wicked smile. “I talked to Cassandra, and she mentioned that iron-clad prenuptial she has. You lose access to all her trust fund money if you're caught cheating her or if she divorces you for cause.

  “And this... This is cause, isn't it?” Ashley's finger tapped the side of her phone as I stood.

  The butt plug shifted in my asshole as hope beat in my chest. Was this actually over? I swallowed, glancing at her. “Ashley, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you.”

  “I know, you didn't want to mess things up with me.” The redhead flashed me a vivacious smile. “You are lucky that you have a big pair of tits and that huge cock. or I wouldn't put up with it. Even if she was blackmailing you.” She paused. “And it does help that I love you.”

  “You do?” I asked.

  She rolled her eyes. “You really need to pay attention, cutie.” My girlfriend turned back to the MILF. “Well?”

  “Fine,” Mrs. Owens said, her voice colder than the antarctic during winter. “I won't make your little slut lick my pussy any longer.”

  “Or threaten to tell people that she 'grabbed your pussy' or any other garbage like that.”

  She had been out there this entire time? Shame microwaved my cheeks.

  “Fine,” the MILF said, practically grinding her teeth. “Anything else?”

  Ashley glanced at me. “Has she ever played with your cock, cutie?”

  “Only when she wants me to fuck her,” I answered.

  Ashley tutted her lips. “No blowjobs? No titty fucks? Not even a handjob?”

  “Nope,” I said, feeling more and more confident.

  “Well, Mrs. Owens, since you love my futa-girlfriend's cock so much, you get to service her from now on. Isn't that wonderful?”

  “Service... her?” The MILF swallowed. “You mean...?”

  “You can play with her cock and pussy as much as you'd like,” Ashley said. “So long as I get to watch and join in the fun. You need to treat your employees right. It would be a shame if Cassandra saw what's on my phone.”

  The anger burning in Mrs. Owens's eyes sent a surge of exhilaration through me. I could see the helplessness in her. We had her cornered, and it infuriated her. “Fine.”

  “So, tits out, slut,” Ashley said, lowering her phone. “Time to give my futa-girlfriend a titty fuck. Wrap those lush boobies around her dick. I want her cumming on your face.”

  I reached my hand behind me to pull out the butt plug, but Ashley slapped my wrist away. “Nope, cutie, you deserve some punishment for not telling me. That stays in.”

  “Sure,” I said, just grateful that this hadn't ruined our relationship.

  “Now enjoy,” she said, nudging me towards the chair. “Aren't I the greatest girlfriend ever, cutie?”

  “Yes, you are.”

  Mrs. Owens rolled her eyes as she shoved down her blouse. The stretched cloth bunched beneath her round tits, lifting them up into two soft mounds. Her dark-red nipples poked hard before her. I licked my lips, my futa-cock throbbing in delight as I sank down onto the chair.

  Gingerly.

  Not fast. I didn't plop my ass down. But I sank with care, the butt plug shifting around inside of me. I whimpered as the seat pressed it deeper into me, the knob resting against my sphincter. I squirmed to get comfortable, which only made me more aware of it in me.

  “Now get to working those fine titties on my futa's dick, skank,” Ashley snapped in that same authoritative commands Mrs. Owens possessed.

  “Fine,” the MILF said, her cheeks still bright red, her anger obviously smoldering beneath the surface.

  She knelt before me and wrapped her breasts around my dick. I shuddered as her soft, silky tits caressed my throbbing girl-cock. I whimpered as she slid them up my shaft,
caressing them with her smooth warmth. She brushed the tip, stimulating the most sensitive part of my shaft. Pleasure shot down to my pussy and asshole.

  Both holes clenched, the butt plug stuffed so deep into my asshole.

  Ashley pulled down on her blouse, her heavy tits spilling out. She brought a dusky nipple to my mouth as I groaned, savoring the delight of the MILF working her boobs up and down my shaft. My girlfriend rubbed a nub on my lips.

  I latched on and suckled.

  Warm, sweet cream splashed against the roof of my mouth and spilled across my tongue. I moaned my delight, squirming more. I nursed again and again, drinking my girlfriend's breast milk. My cheeks hollowed as the delight filled my mouth. I gulped it down and it warmed my belly, spreading out to my pussy and bowels.

  I squirmed on the seat, shifting the butt plug around in my asshole. Tingles raced out through me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, my ovaries harder and harder as the MILF worked her tits up and down it. I purred around my girlfriend's nub as I suckled as hard as I could.

  “Ooh, yes, cutie, I can tell how much you're enjoying our new skank's tits.” Ashley stroked my blonde hair as I nursed. “Don't you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, popping my mouth off her nipple just long enough to speak. Then I suckled again.

  She groaned, pleasure flicking across her face. She stroked my blonde hair faster as I nursed from her breast. Her green eyes shone with such passion for me. And love. A warmth fluttered out of my belly filling up with her creamy milk.

  I was so lucky to have her. To have met this vivacious and naughty girl. A human cow like me. I squeezed both her breasts, milking the udder I suckled on while I rubbed her other nipple into my cheek. Milk smeared across my features.

  My own nubs throbbed, aching to be nursed. My milk leaked from them, trickling down my breasts to soak into my blouse bunched around their base. I whimpered, my futa-dick throbbing between Mrs. Owens's sliding tits.

  Such delight surged through me.

  “Make my futa-girlfriend cum all over your face,” my girlfriend hissed. “I want her jizz splattering those features. Just painting you. You need to be coated in it. Don't you?”

  “Yes... Ashley,” the MILF hissed.

  “Mistress Ashley,” my girlfriend declared. “And you address her as Mistress Harmony. Understand?”

  The MILF growled, squeezing her tits harder together about my dick and pumping faster. “Yes... Mistress Ashley.”

  I whimpered, the increased friction driving my cock wild. It throbbed between her tits, sandwiched by her lush boobies. I suckled so hard from my girlfriend's nipple. Her milk filled my mouth, that creamy, sweet treat staining my tongue, the melony aftertaste, like cantaloupe, lingering after every swallow.

  My ovaries clenched, growing tighter and tighter. My pussy leaked more and more juices as I squirmed. My orgasm built and built in me. I sucked in such deep breaths. I trembled and groaned, shifting on my seat, stirring the butt plug through my asshole.

  It filled me up so much. It brought me closer and closer to erupting. It made me feel so naughty. One more stimulation that had me quivering and quaking. Those boobs slid up and down my dick, brushing the crown, the pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

  I moaned about my girlfriend's nipple.

  “Yes, yes, yes, jizz all over her face!” whimpered my girlfriend. “Cum on our skank's face!”

  My eyes squeezed shut. Pleasure exploded in the depths of my cunt.

  Futa-spunk fired from my cock.

  My mouth popped off Ashley's nipple. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! That's it!”

  My dick pulsed as my cum fired over and over. My futa-jizz splashed against Mrs. Owens's face. She spluttered as I painted her features. Ashley stepped back, letting me watch the pearly spunk splatter our married boss's face.

  I groaned, my pussy convulsing, my asshole spasming about the butt plug. It was so hot to watch the facial. I quivered with each blast of cum my body shuddered. My tits heaved before me as my spunk fell on her round boobs. It ran across her flesh, dripping down from her face.

  “Ooh, yum, so much of your cum,” groaned Ashley. “You hosed her down.”

  “Uh-huh,” I breathed, juices flooding out of my cunt as I quivered. “Ooh, wow, that's good.”

  “Cum hard, cutie?”

  “So hard,” I groaned.

  “Now for the fun part.”

  “That wasn't the fun part?” I asked.

  Ashley grinned at me. “Now we can lick her clean.”

  I shuddered. Ashley had taught me to enjoy my own futa-spunk. She loved to suck me off and then snowball my jizz back and forth as we kissed. I let out a hungry moan as we pressed Mrs. Owens to the floor and pounced on the married skank.

  Our tongue licked and lapped across her squirming face. My salty spunk melted on my tongue. It tasted so good. I shivered, wiggling my hips, savoring every moment of the wondrous delight. My heart thudded in my chest, beating so frantically as I licked up the cum running across my married boss's face.

  My tongue brushed Ashley's. Then we were kissing. I moaned and whimpered, our tongues passing my salty treat back and forth. My futa-dick stayed hard, aching to cum again. I loved Ashley so much. She was such an exciting creature.

  “Wow,” I moaned when I broke the kiss, “I am so glad I met you.”

  “Damn straight, cutie,” she nodded. “You won the lottery when you stumbled into the Creamy Udders.”

  My eyes flicked down to her tits hanging down over our boss's face. I nuzzled my head between them. “I love stumbling into your creamy udders.”

  “Ooh, that was terrible,” she said even as she giggled. “I should make you keep the butt plug in you forever.”

  My asshole clenched down on it. “If you want me to.”

  “Mmm, you like being ordered what to do, don't you?”

  My cheeks warmed between her heavy breasts.

  “Yes, you do, cutie. Well, I'll be sure to give you what you crave. But first, we have to deal with our skank boss. She's got that hot pussy.”

  My dick twitched. I lifted my face. “You want me to fuck her.”

  “I want her to fuck you. To ride your dick reverse cowgirl style.”

  I didn't argue. I rolled onto my back, my skirt bunched beneath the small of my back. I sucked in a deep breath, my dirndl's bodice tight about my midriff. My futa-dick throbbed and swayed in the air before me. I grabbed it, wiggling it as I stared at the MILF.

  “You heard her, come ride my dick reverse cowgirl, skank!”

  “Yes... Mistress Harmony.” She had such a sneer on her lips.

  So it felt so hot when she obeyed me. Her entire body trembled as she removed the massive strap-on dildo she still wore, the toy glistening with my juices. I could feel the seething resentment in her as she straddled my waist, her gorgeous rump pointed right at me. I watched her butt-cheeks clench as she sank down my dick. I shuddered, her hot pussy taking more and more of my cock. She worked her snatch up and down it, her ass jiggling.

  “That's it, skank,” Ashley said as she pulled on the strap-on. “Ooh, yes, lube her cock.”

  Mrs. Owens's cunt clenched on my dick. “Lube it...?”

  I smiled. “For your asshole, skank.”

  “We're using a more natural butt plug on you,” Ashley laughed, a vicious sound, as she tightened the straps of the harness, the massive dildo thrusting purple from her crotch. “I think her dick is wet enough.”

  “Yes... Mistress Ashley.”

  Mrs. Owens slid her tight cunt up my dick until it popped off. Then she leaned back, her right hand guiding my pussy-stained dick to her asshole. She pressed against my sphincter. I whimpered as she rubbed against it. Then she sank down my shaft.

  Her asshole stretched and stretched. My bowels clenched down on the butt plug as her sphincter swallowed my cock. She let out a deep, throaty moan. The same sound I made. Her butt-cheeks descended, swallowing my more and more of my futa-dick until she bottomed out on me.

  She
quivered there, impaled on my cock. Her hips shifted from side-to-side, stirring me around in her. I groaned, my hands clenching and relaxing. The pleasure surged through me as she let out a hot whimper.

  “Ooh, yes, we're going to tear your holes up, skank,” Ashley said, kneeling between my legs. I couldn't see her toy, but I knew she guided it to our boss's pussy. “Ready?”

  Mrs. Owens bowels clamped down like a hot, velvety vice on my futa-dick. “Yes, Mistress Ashley.”

  “Good!”

  Ashley thrust.

  I felt the dildo bury into Mrs. Owens's cunt through the thin membranes separating her pussy and asshole. My futa-dick throbbed, massaged by both the toy and her asshole's walls. I shuddered, my snatch drinking in the heat flowing down my dick.

  Mrs. Owens leaned back, bracing herself on her arms shoved back behind her, and fucked her asshole up and down my asshole as Ashley pounded her cunt. I whimpered, loving the delight of my boss's anal sheath massaging my dick. It felt so amazing. I shuddered and groaned, the pleasure surging through my body.

  Flesh slapped against flesh. This wondrous symphony echoed through the office. Ashley's red hair swayed about her face bouncing over Mrs. Owens's shoulder. Such a huge smile graced my girlfriend's lips as she fucked the skank's cunt.

  “Ooh, yes, work those hips,” groaned my girlfriend. “Mmm, your dildo's rubbing just perfectly on my clit. I'm going to cum so hard from fucking your skank-cunt!”

  “Yes, yes, do it,” I moaned, my futa-cock throbbing in the velvety grip of Mrs. Owens's asshole.

  “And, cutie, are you going to cum into her bowels? Are you going to flood her tight asshole with all your futa-spunk?”

  “Uh-huh,” I whimpered, my bowels clenching on the butt plug shoved deep into my rectum. It added one more delight to all the sensations surging through me.

  “Good,” she panted. “I want you to cum so hard, cutie! You earned this!”

  “Thanks!” I groaned.

  Mrs. Owens pumped her hips harder and harder. Her moans grew throatier and throatier. She worked that tight asshole up and down my futa-cock. The velvety massage spilled pleasure down my body. It had me squirming and moaning. I shivered, my eyes rolling back into my head at the pleasure bursting through my body.