40-Pack Hucow/Milking MEGA-ULTRABUNDLE!

by Bessie Hucow

  I smiled, even though my heart was pounding in my chest. It had been six long months of job searching before I stumbled upon this. The lady who offered me the job, was also going to be my new boss. I was to be her male secretary. Unthinkable just a few decades ago, I guess this sort of thing is more commonplace nowadays. I didn't care who I was working for, I was just grateful I could put meat on my family's table.

  My first assignment was a tour of the building; where the break-room was, the co-workers, restrooms, that sort of thing. As one of her assistants toured me around the building, I noticed something odd going on. Whenever I walked past my coworkers, they'd begin mooing and giggling. I couldn't understand it. I was a fit twenty-year-old, so they surely couldn't be calling me a cow or anything. My fly wasn't undone, nothing stuck in my teeth. But they kept mooing like it was some kind of inside joke or something. I just shrugged my broad shoulders and kept my head down.

  Perhaps it was some kind of hazing ritual or something. Yeah, that was it! I mooed back at one of them and they all busted up laughing.

  In the break-room later that day, one of them took me aside and whispered in my ear.

  "You may be new around here, but do you do realize that Veronica has gone through about five personal secretaries in as many weeks?" Even though I pressed him, he wouldn't say more. Others told me that she always made unreasonable demands and that's why no one wanted to work for her.

  It bothered me that so many people thought so little of my new boss. She was a very pretty, fiery red-head. She towered over most men, standing about six-foot and she dressed absolutely impeccably. She was the definition of woman empowerment. Intimidating, perhaps, but anyone that tall would be intimidating.

  Regardless, the rest of the day I had butterflies in my stomach. I really needed this job and was willing to do pretty much anything. I mean - you know - even dropping off her laundry or picking her kids up from school. I wasn't beneath any of that. But something whispered in the back of my mind. Was I going to be the sixth? What could possibly cause five desperate secretaries to quit after a week?

  And what was up with all the mooing every time I - or my boss, for that matter - passed by?

  That night as I was finishing up my first day of training, it was quitting time and I was getting my stuff together when Veronica called me into her private office. Oh God, I wondered what I'd done wrong.

  "Hello, John. How'd your first day go?" She asked pleasantly as she closed the door behind me and locked it.

  I gulped. "Fine. Great. Nice office you've got here," I remarked. Her office sat on the top floor of a fifteen-story building in the center of downtown. The views were tremendously gorgeous. I looked around the room and saw that she had pretty much everything you'd expect for an exec: a couch, table, chairs, nice paintings on the walls and even her own break room with private toilet. I was suitably impressed.

  "I'm glad to hear of it. John, why don't you take a seat over there on the couch and make yourself comfortable. I'll grab some coffee and be right back, okay?"

  I nodded. She seemed very nice and genuine and I couldn't help but wonder what the problem could possibly be that everyone would have quit. That only added to my nervousness. A moment later, she brought back two large mugfuls of - what I presume were - gourmet coffee. After all, execs don't drink cheap.

  "Here ya go," she said, setting the mugs down on her lavish glass coffee table. She quickly brought out a couple of coasters and set them underneath. She then sat next to me on the couch and non-chalontly kicked off her heels and put her feet up on the table. "I hate walking around in these things all day."

  I drank my coffee silently, but couldn't help but stare at her feet and legs. She was wearing a mini-skirt and my cock twitched with anticipation.

  When the coffee was half-drunk, she set it down and turned to me. "John," she said softly, placing her hands on mine. "I know this is your first day and you probably just want to get the hell home, but..."

  Oh boy, here it is, I thought as I steeled myself.

  "By now you've no doubt heard the rumors that all of my secretaries have quit in the first week."

  I nodded noncommittally.

  "It's true," she said, her voice becoming choked up. "I just can't seem to keep them once they find out. But you're different, aren't you?"

  "Uh..."

  "Never mind, I can see that you are." She looked at me with her piercing blue gaze. "Promise me that you're not going to be like the others and walk out. At least not until you've had a chance to try it out."

  "I..." God, this was hard. I just thought about how much I was getting sick of eating Ramen noodles. "I promise. Look, I'll be honest with you. I'll pretty much do anything you want. I just want a job so I can eat."

  She smiled and relaxed. "Good, because what I'm going to ask you to do is very...shall we say, unorthodox.

  I knitted my brows, but said nothing, just took a sip of coffee.

  "See, John, I have a bit of a problem. I had a child a few years ago and I've breastfed him all this time. I know it's unconventional, but that's what I chose to do."

  Was my new boss really discussing her breastfeeding habits with me? This was actually starting to get quite interesting. "So, what seems to be the problem?" God, now I was starting to sound like a doctor.

  "Well..." She looked out at the setting sun and then found her courage. "My breasts won't stop leaking. That's where I need your help."

  "My...my help?" My heart suddenly started thudding in my chest. "How could I possibly help you with your leaky breasts?"

  She leaned closer as though someone might be listening. "I'm sure you've heard the office moo calls, right?"

  I nodded.

  "They're mooing because..." she put her lips to my ear, "I like to go around pretending I'm a cow while I'm being milked."

  "What?" I bellowed.

  "That's right. I have a very particular fetish called Hucow - human cow - that means that I like being treated like a filthy barn cow. But I have no one to share this with - my husband would think I'm nuts - don't say it!" She put up her hands. "So that's why I'm offering you a five-hundred dollar weekly bonus if you'll indulge me in my peculiar fantasies. Please say you will. I'm desperate..." She let the words trail off meaningfully.

  "How desperate?" I wasn't sure where I was going with that question, but I felt like that - for once - I had all the power in the boss/subordinate relationship.

  "Extremely," she said matter-of-factly. "I promise you that there will be many benefits to you making me your personal Hucow. Trust me," she smiled seductively, "I can make this worth your while."

  I thought about this for a moment. This was like a fucking dream come true. I mean - it's not like Veronica was some ugly cow or something - ha ha. No, she was as hot as they come.

  "How often do you want me to do this?"

  "Nightly. Sometimes during the day, too. Whenever my udders start leaking." She stood and walked in front of the window and looked out, folding her arms across her chest. "I know if this seems sudden, but like I said, I'm desperate. Most guys I've approached about this think I'm crazy and walk out. I guess I shouldn't expect any different from you..."

  I came up behind her and kissed her on the neck. "I think, my lovely Veronica cow, that you've found your dominant bull."

  She turned around slowly with tears in her eyes and kissed me passionately on the lips. "Thank you! You don't know how much this means to me. I'll do anything you want me to. Anything."

  Her voice was desperate and I smiled. This was going to be fun. "How 'bout we start now."

  Her eyes lit up. "Sure! Let me get into my cow outfit."

  "Your cow outfit?" This was getting more and more absurd.

  "Yeah, like I said, I like to run around and pretend I'm a cow. Can't very well do that dressed in a business suit." She unlocked a safe behind a wall painting and pulled out a few items. A cute cow ear hat, a cow tail, and a cow-patterned dress. I could see there were other things in the safe
.

  "What are those?" I asked curiously.

  "Milking implements. We'll get to those later. I don't want to overwhelm you on your first night." Right in front of me she stripped out of her business suit and slipped into her cow suit. I laughed when I saw that there was a cut-out for her tits and pussy. It even came with fake udders. She looked awesome. I couldn't believe that this was my boss.

  "Everything you learned today? Throw it all out the window. You're now promoted to my personal assistant and you'll spend your entire day in here looking after me." She smiled seductively. "In more ways than one."

  God, she looked gorgeous! I still couldn't believe my luck. With the fake cow ears and tail, she looked like a miniature cow. I laughed when she got down on all fours and started mooing. Her large milk jugs hung seductively from her chest and my cock was rock hard.

  She walked around her office that way for several minutes, even climbing on top of her desk and mooing. She mooed out the window, on the couch and everywhere she could reach.

  "You're still here," she said breathlessly. "That's a good sign."

  "I'm still here," I said, smiling, "but you look absolutely ridiculous."

  She laughed as she sat back down on the couch. "I do, don't I?" Veronica smiled and sipped her coffee. "So, what do you think? Still want to be this Hucow's dominant bull? I promise to obey your every word."

  "Promise?" I said as I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

  "You have my word," she said as she pressed her delicate lips to mine. I wrapped my strong arms around her and pulled her to me, making sure to press her breasts up against my chest. Her body felt so good against mine. She must've felt my rock hard cock pressed against her, because she reached down and began stroking it through my pants.

  When we pulled apart, I looked at her with renewed interest. "So, what exactly do we do?"

  "That's easy," she grinned and got back on all fours. I run around like a cow, mooing and you try and catch me, spanking me and calling me a naughty cow. Then you milk me. I'll wriggle free of your grasp and we'll repeat until all the milk has been drained."

  "And then?"

  "Then...we'll let nature take its course. Ready?"

  I nodded and watched as she began walking on all fours throughout the room, mooing. It was the weirdest sight. When she mooed her way into her personal break room, I moseyed on over to the safe to see what else she had in there. Turns out there was a milk pail, some suction pumps and what looked like a whip. I was impressed. I grabbed the milk pail and stalked her into the break room where she was eating something off the floor like a God damned cow.

  "There's my naughty cow!" I said as I walked up to her sternly with a milk pail in my hand. So help me, I was actually going to go through with this.

  "Moo!" she said, sticking out her tongue. She looked so silly that it was easy to forget that she was actually my boss and was paying me to do this. Hell, I think I might have actually done this for free...depending on what the fringe benefits turn out to be.

  "We're going to have to milk you, naughty cow!"

  She shook her head vehemently and raced off into the other room. This was fun.

  "Come back here, bad cow!" When I caught up to her, I gave her a good whack on the butt. I didn't come down too hard as she was still my boss and I didn't know how far she wanted me to take this. I felt extremely self-conscious spanking my cow - I mean my boss - on the ass, even though she'd given me permission and was actually paying me for the privilege.

  "Moo!" She kept saying, wriggling her butt around as though she actually liked it. This was highly sexual and I was getting a thrill out of it. I don't pretend to understand what she was getting from being treated like a naughty bovine, but it was her fantasy, so I'll just go with it.

  I had to adjust my cock several times throughout her spanking. Then I put the milk pail under her and told her to milk herself. She mooed and stuck her tongue out at me. Was I going to have to milk her, too?

  To say I felt weird, would be an understatement. I got down on my hands and knees beside her and cupped her large, milky breasts in my hands. Sexual excitement coursed through my blood as I realized I was feeling up another woman - my boss no less! They felt very heavy in my hands as I played with them. She began moaning under my ministrations. Then I remembered that I was supposed to be milking her.

  "Okay, Bessie, it's time to milk you," I said as I massaged her udders. The first droplets of milk slowly came out of her nipples and slid down her breasts. They were soon followed by small streams of hot liquid that started to spray everywhere. Again she moaned as I tried vainly to direct her streams into the pail.

  Once I started spanking and milking her, something came over me. Something feral and primal. I became aroused - like most men would in this circumstance - but there was something more. The closest word I could come up with would be dominance; power. I felt a feeling course through my veins that I'd never experienced before. Here I was actually dominating my boss. Sure, she agreed and wanted it, but I was still carrying it through.

  My mind must've drifted as I squeezed a bit too hard and she mooed. "Now you've been a bad cow!" I spanked her again for good effect. This time, however, my hand lingered and slid down to the opening between her legs. My God she was fucking wet! She spread her legs wide open wide as I continued to milk her into the pail with one hand as my other touched her slicked up pussy.

  She moaned and mooed as I slipped my finger into her scorching pussy. Apparently, getting spanked and milked turned her on. I was definitely going to use this to my advantage. I thrust my finger in and out of her wet snatch as she pushed back against it.

  "Drink your naughty milk, cow!" I commanded as I pumped my finger in and out and rubbed her clit with my thumb.

  She was close to orgasm and I knew that doing anything but cumming was going to be hard for her. But I was relentless and made her do it anyway.

  "Lap it up like the bad cow that you are! Moo while you're doing it!" I demanded.

  To my surprise, she actually lowered her head, mooed softly and began lapping up her mother's milk. My God that was fucking hot. I was actually making my boss - a high-powered exec - lap up her own breast milk. My cock bulged and strained against my pants.

  While she was doing that, I grabbed the breast pumps and told her to put them on. With milk dribbling down her chin and a mischievous grin on her face, she attached them to her breasts. I could tell that she loved doing this as much as I loved making her do it.

  "Pump it, cow!" I commanded and she began pumping her breast-milk into the baby bottles.

  "Moo!"

  I spanked her on the butt and felt her pussy contract on my finger. She was really getting off on this. Each time I spanked her, she came and soon her pussy was so flooded that I had to pull my finger out.

  "Suck it off!"

  She mooed softly and - while still pumping herself - began licking her cum off my finger. I really had no idea why the other guys would give up a golden job like this. They must've been prudes or something. Her mouth was so soft on my fingers as she actually began to suckle on them. That gave me an idea.

  "Remove the pumps, cow."

  She did, setting the pumps and bottles aside.

  "Suckle your own breasts," I said as I unbuckled my pants. I couldn't help it, I was as horny as I'd ever been and needed relief. I didn't know how far her benefit program extended, but I was going to quickly find out.

  Her breasts were just long enough that she could reach them with her mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. As she suckled one, I took the other. I also brought her hand down to my cock. I fully expected her to pull away, but to my surprise, she didn't. Instead, she grasped it with her long, slender fingers, wrapping them firmly around my throbbing manhood.

  I jerked when I felt them. I began suckling and within a few moments, milk started flowing from her tits. As her warm liquid greeted my throat, her hand started moving up and down on my shaft.

  "That feels
good, cow, keep doing that," I said as I continued drinking her milk.

  "Moo!" she replied enthusiastically. Didn't she say she was married? I looked and saw a ring on her finger. Wow, I was suckling from the breast of a married woman while getting a hand-job at the same time. My heart sped up at that thought. She was cheating on her husband. She did say that her husband would think she was crazy for wanting to act like a cow. That was a shame - at least for him. It was a boon to me.

  When her milk finally dried up, I thought I'd press my luck. "Suck it, moo moo. Stick your bull's dominant cock in your mouth."

  Without hesitation, she switched from drinking her breast nectar to sucking my throbbing dick. I was not prepared for the sensation of her lips moving over my cock. This was my new boss, we were talking about! I was actually getting a blow-job from my boss. Unreal! My cock stiffened appreciably as her scorching mouth encased my sensitive rod. Her fiery red hair bobbed up and down as her mouth engulfed my cock. If she wasn't careful, I was going to spurt in her mouth.

  I let her suck my cock for a few more minutes before instructing her to lay down on the couch.

  "Moo?" She looked up at me expectantly. I spread open her long, creamy thighs, exposing her sopping wet cunt. There was grool all over the place. I began licking her cream off her legs, working my way up to her delectable pussy. She bucked her hips when I got close and I got a good whiff of her scent.

  "Are you fertile?" I asked as I kissed all around her sensitive clit. There was so much wetness that it took awhile to lap it all up.

  "Moo!" She said, nodding.

  "You are?" I couldn't believe my luck. I wondered if she wanted to take this all the way. I looked down at her spread open legs and completely wet pussy and realized that was exactly what she wanted me to do. My cock-head turned purple at the thought.

  She nodded again. "Knock me up. Stick your big, fat cock into my married, ovulating womb and mark me as your submissive cow."

  Veronica lifted her legs up half-way just in case I didn't understand her words. I needed no further invitation. Aiming my cock-head at my boss's gushing pussy, I slowly pressed forward.