by Nikita Storm
"Robert never mentioned this," he said as he took a tentative step toward it. His cock bounced up and down as he contemplated all the uses he would have for the pump.
"Technically, it's not part of the deal, but I want you to use it. For the next thirty days I want you to make me your personal Hucow. I promise to obey every word you say. I'll be attentive to your every need and I'll satisfy every desire."
He looked at me in shock. "Wow, maybe I should've offered him more."
I looked away as I shivered through another orgasm. Cum dribbled down my bare legs as my pussy squirted out copious amounts of pregnant, horny woman cum. "What more do you want?"
He took a deep breath. "I want you to carry my baby."
"You want to knock me up?" I had never considered the possibility, but now that I thought about it, I realized that was exactly what I wanted him to do.
He nodded and began caressing my large, milk-filled breasts tenderly.
"Well, you'll have to arrange that with my husband," I said, watching as he leaned forward and took one of my thick nipples in his mouth.
He reached into his pants pocket and brought out a wad of bills. "A thousand. You call me when you're fertile and I'll come over. I don't want Robert knowing about this."
I leaned my head back and moaned as I took the wad of money from him and contemplated what he was offering. He wanted me to cheat on my husband. I pictured myself pregnant again, but this time with his baby in my belly. I unconsciously rubbed the exact spot where he wanted to impregnate me at. I couldn't believe I was even contemplating such a thing. This was madness! How was I ever going to hide a thousand dollars from Robert?
"I'll take it!" I said as I put aside the money and spread my legs open for his hand. He began rubbing my soaking clit as his lips continued their ministrations on my fat, milk-engorged, sensitive nipples. His large, warm hands felt absolutely delicious against my wet pussy.
"You really are wet, aren't you? Have you been a naughty cow? Do you need punishment?"
"Maybe," I said shyly. "But I don't know if you're man enough to punish me in the way that I need to be punished. Are you?" I looked up at him coquettishly and batted my long eyelashes like my mama taught me to when I wanted something from a man.
I wanted something all right; I wanted his hot load in my pregnant belly. I wanted to feel his big, thick man-cock pushing up inside my wide-open cervix. Ever since that first night that Robert speared my cervix open with his cock, he'd pushed inside me every day, opening my inner tunnel wider and wider. I was pretty sure that I was going to have an extremely easy birth because of it.
"Oh, I'm man enough all right," he said, grabbing my wrists as he pushed me up against a hay bale. I stood there trembling like a flower in a storm as I watched him grab the suction pumps and fasten them to my breasts. He directed the hoses into the milk pail and turned on the machine.
"Do you like that cow?" He asked as he ran his hands all over my body.
I nodded and closed my eyes, feeling his strength. He quickly ditched his clothes and when I looked at his masculine body, I was amazed at how fit and in shape he was. I thought Robert was strong. No, Charles made him look like a weak child in comparison.
I reached out and - still trembling - ran my fingers all over his chest as copious amounts of milk flowed into the milk pail. He bent down and brought a handful of my breast milk up to my mouth and made me drink it.
"Delicious, no?" He smiled evilly. I drank all of my milk from his hand and licked the rest off when I was finished.
"Drink it!" He commanded in a very strong, deep voice that sent shivers down my spine as he turned off the pumps and indicated to my milk. "Drink every last drop!"
I looked at the amount of milk that was in the bucket and my eyes went wide. As much as I loved drinking my own milk, I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to be able to drink all of it.
"I...I don't think..."
His hand came down hard on my ass, jolting me to kneel on the floor and do his bidding. "Drink it!"
I started sucking it up, tilting the pail to my mouth. I was secretly testing my new master and wanted to see how much I could get away with. Apparently, not much.
The hand came down again on my reddened ass. "Lap it up like a cow!"
I did as he commanded and began drinking the milk as he instructed. As a Hucow, I have to know that my bull is, indeed, dominant. This bull was.
More stinging blows followed as tears welled in my eyes. This was the part about being a Hucow that I enjoyed the most. After every stinging slap, I began to moo. He seemed to enjoy that and kept it up until my ass was bright red and very painful.
That's when I felt his massive cock press at my super-wet tunnel. I had grool running down my legs, slicked against my thighs and generally everywhere it could reach. Some had even made it to my large, protruding belly.
I inhaled deeply as I awaited his forceful entry of my pussy. When it didn't come, I looked back to see him smiling. I was rewarded for my curiosity with another slap on my ass.
"I didn't give you permission to stop drinking, cow, did I?"
"No Master Charles," I whined.
"Call me Chuck." He again brought his hand down on my ass.
"Yes, Master Chuck," I said as I resumed my drinking of my own Hucow milk. I felt like such a slut. Robert was a good, dominant bull, but he was nothing compared to this man. I wanted his cock inside me so badly I could taste it. I needed him to shove his fat dick into my slick tunnel. I was wetter right now than I had ever been in my entire life. I was practically dribbling cum from my quivering, needy pussy. Copious amounts of my girl juice coated everything, making a sexy mess.
"Do you want it?" He teased, pressing his cock head right up against my pussy lips.
I nodded and felt him slick his cock up with my ultra-wet grool. God, I couldn't believe how fucking horny I was. This was new territory for me. Just thinking about him sent me into another orgasm.
"I can't hear you," he said, slapping my naughty Hucow ass.
"Please! I need you inside me. I want you to deliver your potent seed into my unprotected belly. Fuck me until I cant see straight!" I begged. I pressed back, trying to tempt his raging hard-on to slip inside my pussy. I even wriggled my inflamed ass, hoping beyond hope that he would relent and just shove it inside me.
"No!" He said. "You're not worthy."
"What?" I turned around and looked at him.
Again came the hand on the ass.
"Drink all your milk like a good cow and then you may take me."
I couldn't believe he was saying this. Was he really going to make me drink all my milk before sticking his thick, hot cock inside me? As bad as I needed to feel his cock inside me, I began slurping up my breast juice as quickly as I could. He wasn't helping by squeezing and milking me into the pail. At this rate, I'd never drink it all down.
Finally, I lapped up the last of the milk. "Please stick it in me now!" I begged. I was so hot for his cock that I didn't think I could hold out much longer.
"You sure? It looks like there's another droplet of milk in the pail," he teased.
Oh God, he was torturing me! I lapped it up and reached back to grab his huge cock.
"That's a naughty cow!" he said, slapping my hand away. Before I could say anything else, I felt him split my pussy lips wide open. I may have been pregnant, but his cock was bigger than anything I'd ever felt before.
"Moo like a cow!" He demanded.
I really didn't understand men's fascinations with Hucows mooing, but I did my best imitation of a bovine as he ploughed his cock deep inside my pregnant belly. He reached around and fondled my baby bump.
"The next one is yours," I whispered as I twisted around and kissed him on the lips. He licked my breast milk off my mouth as his cock reached its zenith inside my pregnant pussy.
"It is, isn't it?" He smiled. "Don't let Robert cum in you for a week afterward."
I nodded. "I won't. He won't even know about it."
When his cock bumped into the bottom of my pussy, I noticed that he still had an inch or more left to go. "Push in my cervix!" I cried. I never thought I'd ever allow another man to enter me there. Then again, I never thought I'd be fucking someone else besides Robert.
"You sure?"
I nodded vigorously. "Do it! It's wide open for you!" I pushed back on his cock and moved around a bit until his head lined up with my stretched cervix. "There," I said as I sank my pussy back on his massive dick, "shove it in."
He did. Grabbing my luxurious, black hair, he rammed his rod deep into my unprotected cervix. I just knew that if I'd been ovulating, I'd bear his child. But that would come later. I let out a slight scream as he took me by surprise. I'd never felt so filled in all my life.
He grunted as he alternated between pulling my hair and smacking my bright red ass. It felt so good to be dominated by a strong bull. For a submissive Hucow, this was the best. My breasts jiggled every time he slammed his cock inside me, causing milk to fly everywhere. I felt so used and so much like a whore - which, in a way, I was. But I loved it. I wouldn't have a problem with Robert farming my snatch out to more hung, horny guys.
I reached back and fondled his balls as he slammed in and out of me. My ass was on fire, my tits were leaking and my pussy was wet and sore. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to feel his dominant man-seed spurting deep in my pregnant womb.
For the next month, I would have no other man inside me. I would carry his seed proudly and when he knocked me up, I would carry his baby proudly. I wanted him to cum so much inside me that his semen would literally drip down my bare legs. I would make no move to hide it. I wanted my husband to know that I was another man's Hucow.
Those thoughts sent me over the edge and my orgasm was so powerful that I was barely conscious of his. I wanted to experience it, though, so I concentrated as hard as I could on his massive meat-stick inside me.
The first indication that he was close, was that his thrusts came faster. He stopped spanking me and focused solely on his stimulation. With one final, brutal thrust, he grabbed my milky fun-bags, buried his cock deep in my cervix and his face in my back and let out a guttural grunt that caused the cows to look up.
"I'm cumming!" He cried out. I forgot that I was supposed to be mooing and when I did, I felt his shaft expand to enormous proportions that I didn't think was possible. He held it there for several moments before releasing his torrential downpour of nut-cream deep in my pregnant pussy.
Blast after hot blast of his dominant cum spurted inside my belly. I couldn't believe how much cum he was producing. And this was after having shot his first load a half-an-hour ago into my throat.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, he stopped spurting and released my breasts from his death-grip. The second he pulled his cock out, I could already feel his cum dribbling down my leg. I was going to leave it. It was his branding of me and I wanted to show it off.
"That was incredible!" He said breathlessly as he slid out and off of me. "I think we're both going to be rather sore for the next month."
That night at dinner, I slipped him a small package when no one else was looking. Inside was a pager and a note. I explained that when I was at the peak of my fertility, I would page him and that he was to show up within the hour. I would feign not feeling well and slip into his car where he would meet me after a few minutes where he could knock me up at his leisure. It was a bold plan and there were many things that could go wrong, but I loved thinking about and planning it.
I patted my belly - which was full of his cum and Robert's baby. "Soon," I smiled. "Soon."
Fertilizing the Farm Cow
Nikita Storm
My hands were shaking so bad I almost couldn't dial the number to the pager I gave Charles. After he'd had his month with me, I'd had a lot of time to contemplate what I was doing. I loved Robert. I was officially his Hucow. He took me in and made me feel welcome. Maybe him selling me to Charles for a month to pay off the old folk's mortgage wasn't such a good idea.
As the last number was dialed, I flipped the phone closed. As per the deal, he'd be here within the hour. I wondered if he was sitting in a dark hotel room somewhere close by, just waiting for my call.
All of that was in the past, however, now I had a new problem to contend with. The arrangement I made with Charles was that he'd give me a grand in cash - which he did - and I would allow him to knock me up and I'd carry his baby. That was the easy part - I wanted him to take me. I thought about his massive cock each and every night before I went to bed. I grew wet during the day just thinking about how he stretched my cervix wide and deposited his cum in my pregnant belly.
It had been four months since Rebecca had been born and I'd been keeping an eye on my fertility. Today was the day. I'd had plenty of time to think about how I wanted to go about this and writing Robert a letter was the best way. That is if I could keep from shaking so bad.
I hated lying to him about this, but what was done was done. I folded the note and stuck it in my pocket and waited. I spent the next twenty minutes in the bathroom, trying to calm my nerves down. I didn't want to cheat on Robert, but I was going to, anyway. What was I doing? There were so many things that could go wrong with this.
I mentally went over what was in the letter to make sure that all my alibis were tight. I just told him that I had a family emergency that I had to attend to and that he was busy with Charles and I had to go and to not wait up for me.
I jumped as I heard the doorbell ring. Oh God, it's Charles! My heart leapt in my throat and I grew light-headed. Don't pass out now, girl. I steadied myself and listened as I heard the door open and voices. Now was my chance. Grabbing my coat and purse, I slipped out of the bathroom and crept past Robert. Charles's eyes locked on mine and I felt my knees begin to give. I hadn't seen him in half a year and I almost forgot how fucking hot he was. My heart fluttered and my panties grew moist as I briefly took in his body.
He was wearing his familiar black stiletto, a pair of jeans and a heavy wool jacket. I could almost see his muscles rippling under his clothes. I gave him a quick, nervous smile and turned to the kitchen.
"Be careful with that Charles."
I nearly had a heart-attack as I turned and saw Mary standing at the back door. "Oh my God, you almost scared me half to death."
"Something's wrong," she said ominously. "I want you to promise me to be on guard."
"How did you?" If the old farmer lady knew about this, I wondered who else did. Shit.
"We old women have our ways," she said, smiling secretively. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. But there's more to him than meets the eye." With that she stepped aside and let me pass. In all the excitement, I nearly forgot to plant the letter.
"Take care, dear," she waved to me as I raced out the kitchen door and crept around to the limo. As the driver let me in, I wiped tears from my eyes.
*****
"Well," Charles said as he sat next to me and put his arms around me, "that went better than expected. Hopefully you gave him a good excuse?"
I nodded. "I told him that I had a family emergency."
He turned to me and sensuously placed his lips on mine. He must've realized that something was bothering me as he pulled back and furrowed his brows. "Is something the matter?"
I gulped and let the tears flow freely. "I...I shouldn't be doing this."
He wrapped his strong, well-muscled arms around me and pulled me to him. "It's okay. It's just for one night. It's not like Robert didn't want you to mate with me or he wouldn't have made that deal."
I nodded. "I know, but it's just so hard."
"Did he ask your permission before farming you out to another man?" He looked at me as though he knew that he had made a winning chess move.
I stopped crying and looked up at him. "No," I said.
"How is this any different?" He gently wiped my tears away and pushed aside a stray lock of my jet-black hair from my eyes.
I thought about that for a moment and sighed. He was right. It wasn't any different. That made me feel much better. Of course I was going to be carrying another man's love child in my belly for the next nine-months, but that was all part of the deal.
"I guess it's not much different," I agreed. He again pressed his masculine lips to mine, but instead of pulling back, I pressed forward. Truth was, I wanted to carry this man's baby. I wanted him to knock me up and make me his.
*****
"Where are we going?" I said after dozing off to find us still driving in the limo.
"To the airport," he said as he checked what looked to be stock quotes on his iPad.
"The airport!" I turned to him in shock. "Why are we going to the airport?"
"Because," he said coolly, "I want to introduce you to my wife. After all, she is going to be taking care of my baby."
I started to speak, but couldn't formulate the words. This was a lot to take in.
"In case you're wondering, we're going to my mansion in Atlanta. We'll be there in an hour."
Mansion? Atlanta? Wife? I couldn't believe I was hearing these things. I thought he was just going to take me to a fancy hotel where he'd treat me like a slutty hucow and knock my fertile belly up. I wasn't in any way shape or form ready to meet his wife. Did she know? Or approve? Oh God, this was starting to get uncomfortable.
The last five minutes of the ride was made in silence. He concentrated on his stock portfolio and I worried about meeting his wife. I also didn't realize that he actually wanted the baby. I thought he just wanted to knock me up and be done with it. This complicated things greatly.
I had never been on a private jet before and thought it was going to be one of those single-engine flyers that could barely accommodate anyone - let alone passengers. But I was wrong. This was a full-size jet decked out to the nines. The atmosphere was incredible.
Once we were seated comfortably, I finally got the courage to say something.
