40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

I started to wipe my fingers on the hospital gown, but he grabbed my hand and brought it to his nose and sniffed. That scared the hell out of me, but when I realized what he was doing it caused me to shudder through another orgasm.

  "Nice. Great scent," he said, releasing my hand and letting it fall back to my side. I forgot all about what I was doing as I felt a tingle where he touched me. God damn he was beautiful!

  I watched him, incredulous. Did he just smell my pussy scent and comment on it? The nerve of him. I brought my fingers to my nose to smell what he did. I had to admit that he was right. It was a lovely scent. I'd never really noticed before.

  "Do you make it a habit of masturbating in the doctor's office?" He said, turning around.

  I was about to say something snarky, but it caught in my throat as I saw his damnable smile. Boy, he was good.

  "So," he casually brushed aside the whole incident, "what brings you here?" He studied my chart. "Are you looking to switch doctors?"

  My heart leaped and thudded in my chest and a droplet of cum slid down my thigh. "That wasn't why I had initially come..." I admitted.

  "But now that you saw how hot I am..." he let the words trail off.

  I nodded as I realized that he probably dealt with hot, horny women all the time. I was just some fat, pregnant girl who had no hope...of what? Girl, you're married. He's probably married, too. Which would be such a shame. No, it wouldn't be a shame because you're not available.

  "I seem to have that effect on all the women. It's both a blessing and a curse," he explained.

  "I'll bet," I smirked.

  "So, why did you come here? There's nothing on your chart that indicates that you'd need to seek out a second opinion."

  He looked up at me with his deep, blue eyes and my heart melted. I'm not the kind of girl who falls at the sight of every man she comes across. But this doc - I looked at his name-tag - Henry, was a fucking AAA stud. My pussy began dripping onto the exam table.

  His eyes bored through me and my breath caught in my throat. How could I explain this? I pulled out the bottle of pills from my purse and handed it to him. I didn't trust myself to speak. I felt so ashamed of my nakedness and lust for him. I wanted to lay down and touch myself thinking about his gorgeous face until I grew exhausted from cumming so much. But I couldn't bring myself to finger myself while he was watching. I felt ashamed, dirty and very, very horny.

  He took the pills from my shaky hands and studied the bottle. I thought he was going to be like the other docs and shake his head angrily. I didn't want him to be angry at me. I needed his approval. His fingers brushed against mine and God help me I had another orgasm. If this kept up I was going to flood the place. Why was I so attracted to him? Why was he having this effect on me? My husband is good looking. I'm not in the market. None of this made any sense.

  He furrowed his brow and looked up at me. "Where did you get this?" He asked sternly.

  "On...on the Internet. My husband found it on some sleaze-ball website."

  He studied the bottle again and a slow smile crept over his face. "Do you know what this is?" He asked, his blue eyes boring into my naked soul.

  I nodded. "Hubby said they made women lactate. He likes that."

  "He does, does he?" The way he said the words sent sexual chills down my spine. "Is this what you want? To lactate?"

  "Yes. Do you know anything about them. I don't want to hurt the baby." I still couldn't believe I was having this conversation with a strange doctor.

  "Your baby will be just fine," he reassured me, waving away my concerns with his hand.

  "How can you be so sure?" I asked, the mama bear coming out in me.

  "Because," he stared coldly, "I created them."

  My mouth opened, but nothing would come out. I was genuinely in shock. Finally, I got a hold of myself. "You what?" Was all I could manage.

  "These lactation pills. Yes, I created them. Does that surprise you?" He smiled as he brushed a lock of my golden hair from my eyes.

  I pulled back. I wanted his touch - needed it; but wasn't prepared for it. "It's just that I..." I couldn't form a coherent thought to save my life. Maybe coming here wasn't the best idea after all.

  "You didn't think that a doctor would invent such a thing?" He asked as he lightly brushed his hand across my face. I burned at his touch. His hands felt so warm and strong. When he started rubbing my tense neck, I closed my eyes and let him. After all, he was the doctor and they always know what's best.

  "I guess I just figured..."

  "Did he say which website he found the pills on?"

  My head lolled with his firm manipulation of my neck and it was hard to even think, let alone form actual words. "Some milking site. Molly milking or something to that effect."

  "That's my site," he said as he bent down and whispered in my ear. "Molly's my wife. Or, should I say...cow."

  "A cow?" I said incredulously. "Are you telling me you married a barnyard animal? What are you, some kind of sicko?" This was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.

  He laughed, a deep, bellowing, gruff laugh. "No, I didn't marry a real cow. She's what they call a Hucow. A human cow." He explained this like it was common knowledge and was just filling a cave dweller in on it.

  "A human cow? That sounds..." I tried to wrap my mind around it, but my mind - along with my sopping pussy - was mush and would have none of it.

  "Never mind how it sounds," he cut me off abruptly. "Many men - including your husband - have an affinity for milking women for their pleasure."

  "My husband wants to milk me?"

  "Most likely, yes. Why do you think he ordered these?" He asked, holding up the bottle.

  "Well to suckle my breasts I guess."

  "Have you asked him?"

  "Well, no," I admitted.

  "Have you seen my website?"

  "Once, it was just a bunch of women who were being forced to milk --" I put my hand over my mouth. "Oh my God, he wants to forcibly milk me? Like a cow?" I was starting to put two and two together.

  He nodded.

  "Do you force your wife to milk?" I asked, suddenly wanting to bolt.

  He shook his head. "She does it because it makes us a tidy sum of money. I actually make more from selling these than I do here."

  I stared at him slack-jawed.

  "But your husband doesn't know that it's not forced."

  I thought about what he was telling me for a moment and didn't realize that his "massage" had moved down to my breasts. "My husband wants to make me his milk cow?" I'm glad the uptight ladies at church couldn't hear this conversation. I think it would send them straight to hell.

  "Most likely. But," he said, working my pregnant mammary glands with his soft, yet forceful hands, "you can head this whole thing off at the pass."

  I looked up at him, suddenly realizing what he was doing - but he was so cute and dominant that I didn't have the willpower to stop him. "How?"

  "Pretend it's your idea."

  "What?" I yelled a little too loud.

  He nodded. "That's right. What your husband wants is what my wife and I have. She tells me when she's ready to be milked and we make a video of it. Then we put it up on our website and sell it to men like your husband."

  "No wonder our money slips through our fingers," I mumbled, but not loud enough for him to hear.

  "So," he continued as he removed the flimsy gown and oiled up my large breasts, "if you come to him and act like its your idea, he'll get excited and forget all about forcing you. How do you feel about posting your videos on my site?"

  I straightened up, allowing this strange man to caress my breasts. He was the first man I'd been with outside my marriage. "I don't know. He probably puts my preggo photos up."

  The doc nodded. "Indeed he does. I've seen your progress and think you're absolutely beautiful."

  "Thank you." Did my doctor just make a pass at me? Then I flushed. He thought me beautiful? Oh God, I squeezed my legs together as an orgasm raced throu
gh me. I inwardly squeed at the thought.

  "How about if we make a deal," he suggested.

  "Yeah," I asked, looking up into his big, blue eyes.

  "I prescribe these pills for you in exchange for your videos on my site. Sound fair?"

  He pressed himself to me and I could feel his hardness. I thought about his offer long and hard. I knew my husband was into kinky shit, but I didn't realize how kinky. He would love me forever for doing this. I wasn't too keen on the idea of being treated like a cow, but at least now I'd get to call the shots.

  "You sure it won't hurt the baby?" I rubbed my belly for emphasis.

  "Positive," he said, moving his hands down to my extended stomach. My pussy shuddered at his soft, warm touch.

  I nodded. "Is it too much to ask for a cut of the money?" Times had been a bit hard lately and with the new addition, it was going to get even tougher.

  He leaned down and kissed me full on the lips, shocking my sensibility. "We always offer half the revenue." My ruby-red lips parted involuntarily for him and I found myself kissing another man for the first time since I got married.

  I brought my hand up to his cheek and ran it over his rough, stubbly face. I like clean-shaven men as much as the next gal, but there was something roguish about his face that I found irresistible. I got a close-up look at his deep-blue eyes and melted into a tiny puddle as he wrapped his strong arms around me.

  "Let's get this pill down you, shall we?" He suggested as he filled a paper cup and handed it to me along with the pill.

  I looked at it, took a deep breath and downed it while he busied himself with something under the sink. I almost fell off the table when I watched him pull out a milk bucket.

  "Moo?" I said as he set the bucket down in front of me and reached up into the upper cabinets and brought out a camcorder. "What's that for?"

  He smiled wickedly. "I want to make a video of us for your husband. This is how you'll show him that you're now my cow."

  My heart stopped cold in my chest. "You want my husband to watch you milk me? But what will he think?"

  "That I'm the dominant bull in the relationship."

  Before I could contemplate his strange words, I felt my chest begin to grow heavier. "What's happening?" I looked down and saw large veins where there were previously small ones.

  "Your breasts are growing to accommodate the extra milk. Until your body has adapted to the new changes, you're going to be leaking milk constantly." He set up the video camera and started recording. I felt like a weird fetish porn star.

  Once the video was set up, he came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my chest. His hands gently caressed my aching nipples and he began kneading my engorged breasts which were growing by the minute.

  "That feels so good," I said, letting this strange doctor massage my aching milk jugs. Being six months pregnant with large, milk-filled breasts made me feel like a cow. It was soothing knowing that this doctor - someone who was familiar with breasts - was helping me get through this. I didn't know what I would've done without him.

  A small droplet of milk formed at the tip of my nipple and made its slow descent down the curve of my voluptuous breast. I'd never been pregnant before and so had never lactated. I really didn't know what to expect.

  Dr. Henry obviously knew what he was doing as within moments, both my breasts began squirting milk. He grabbed the bucket and placed it on the exam table and instructed me to get on all fours like a cow. Once he made sure the pail was under my chest he began directing the streams into it.

  This had to rank up there with one of the weirdest things I'd ever done. I don't know how I was going to look my husband in the eye after he sees the video.

  "Moo like a cow while looking into the camera," he demanded.

  I felt like a complete fool, but I did as he instructed. Dr. Henry found my sopping entrance with his finger and pressed it inside. He finger-fucked me with one hand while milking me with the other. The combination was intense and I instantly orgasmed.

  I thought he'd stop now that I had cum, but he didn't. Instead, I felt something much larger than a finger pressing insistently against my vagina.

  Having my breasts milked was one thing, getting fucked my someone other than my husband was quite another. Although he was extremely good looking.

  I was about to say something when he leaned over my back, his cock poised right at my entrance, and whispered, "do it for your husband. Trust me, he wants nothing more than to see his cow-wife get fucked my a dominant bull."

  Cow wife?

  "Tell him that you love getting fucked by a dominant bull while he watches and that you're going to keep getting fucked by the dominant bull until you become fertile and then he's going to knock you up."

  I wanted to turn around and protest, but I didn't want the video to show that, so I reluctantly told my husband that he was no longer in charge. He was no longer the dominant bull - as the doc so eloquently put it - and that there was nothing he could do about it.

  By the time I was finished, I felt empowered. My husband had always been the one in charge in the relationship. Now, he wasn't.

  "Tell him you love him," he whispered, his massive cock hovering next to my flooded pussy.

  "Honey," I said looking straight into the camera. "I love you." That was when the dominant bull grabbed and pulled my hair back and thrust his meat-stick into my married womb. Right in front of my husband. I cried out as I felt him completely dominate me with his cock.

  I told my husband that it felt good to have a real man inside me for once. Someone who could get the job done. My pussy flooded when I said that as years of pent-up sexual frustration released onto the doctor's cock.

  Dr. Henry grabbed my hanging, swinging milk jugs from behind and began squirting milk into the bucket as he pumped his fat cock into my aching, needy pussy. I hadn't known it at first, but I needed him. I needed to feel his strong, virile cock thrusting up into my submissive womb as he dominated me.

  "Moo like a cow while I milk you," he whispered, kissing and nibbling on my earlobe.

  I began making cow sounds as milk sprayed and was directed into the metal bucket. I suddenly wondered what someone would think if they walked in on us now. I think the look on their face would be priceless.

  He began squeezing my udders in earnest. I was surprised that even more milk squirted from my full breasts. I looked down at the bucket and saw that it was half full already.

  He handed me a paper cup. "Drink it, cow. Drink your milk for your husband."

  I scooped up the milk into the tiny cup and brought it to my lips. Between the doctor pounding me from behind and my large tits swinging, it was hard to get any in my mouth. Much of it spilled all over.

  "Good, good...spill it all over you. Get it on your face and let it dribble down your breasts." The doctor said as he spanked my pregnant ass, marking me as his.

  I did as my bull said, splashing my breast milk all over me.

  "Stick your head in the bucket and lap it up. Then immerse your head. That's a good girl."

  I couldn't believe how good his banging felt. My husband's attempts were pathetic compared to the doctor's. Again I did as I was told and lapped the milk straight from the bucket. If I'd have thought about it, I would've been mortified that this was actually going to be on the Internet.

  My milk didn't taste too bad. I was starting to enjoy it, actually.

  "Now dunk!" he grunted and I could tell that he was getting close to cumming in my pregnant womb.

  The second my head submerged, he held it down and pounded his cock in my pussy as hard as he could. I panicked, but felt his shaft swell and begin spurting into my unprotected womb. Of course I was already pregnant, but he did mention knocking me up after the baby was born. I looked forward to that.

  All in all I was held under for about thirty seconds as he penetrated places that my husband could never have hoped to reach. He spurted his hot load in my married pussy over and over until he was fina
lly too exhausted to continue.

  When he let me up, my face and hair was completely covered with my mother's milk and - to my surprise - he began licking it off me like a dog. He even got hard again and I jerked him off into the milk cup, adding his cum to my submissive milk. He didn't have to tell me what to do with it. I already knew.

  I am now a Hucow and my doctor is my bull. I can't wait to tell hubby that his pills work and show him this video. He'll be so pleased.flowing milky breasts didn't squirt all over the place and make a big scene.

  Nervously, I walked up to the entrance of the gym, unconsciously rubbing my tender, milk-filled breasts. I had learned that once you become pregnant, you tend to start making unconscious movements – such as rubbing your belly or comforting your aching breasts.

  Just as I had expected, almost no one was in the gym. I showed the counter clerk my old membership card – which still had a couple of months left on it – and he let me right in, immediately turning his attention back to his solitaire game.

  Perfect, I thought as I took a big sigh of relief. The place had been jazzed up a little since I had been there last. They had put in some new, modern equipment such as TVs and fancy treadmills, but other than that, it was still the same old familiar place that I had grown to love.

  With a little more spring in my step, I strode to the locker rooms, found a corner locker and undressed. Even though my body wasn't that much out of shape, I was still a little bit self-conscious about it.

  I brushed the palm of my hand over my aching, swollen breasts, wishing that I had expressed myself before I had left. I thought about milking myself in the bathroom or shower, but I really didn't want to waste the milk. This stuff was like liquid gold.

  I closed my eyes, thinking about how long it had been since I had had sex. My husband was not very much interested in pregnant beach ball babes or lactating mothers for that matter and there had been many nights that I had wished for something more than my fingers.

  Unconsciously, my hand slid down my creamy body and began to stroke my clit. I couldn't believe how wet I was. All throughout my pregnancy and even after I had given birth, it was like my hormones were on overdrive. Even my husband remarked that I was playing with myself more often than usual. I wanted so badly to get back to my old body so that I could start enjoying sex again, although the thought of fucking my husband was starting to seem bland and old. I needed something – or someone – new.