HUCOW HEIGHTS
Part 3
By Goddess
Pleasure
Copyright
2015 Goddess Pleasure
All Rights
Reserved
Short
description of book:
This is the concluding part of this
most naughty of series, a tale of lactation, decadent desires and luxurious
living. Find out what happens when Cath gets to know not only George a lot more
but everyone else too, resulting in her having the surprise of a lifetime.
Excerpt:
As they
walked up black steps and near the room, Cath could hear groans and moans of
pure pleasure as she and George prepared themselves for some fun. Security
guards with permanent erections patrolled the corridor and Cath couldn't help
wonder if they ever got off with the hucows or if
George kept them in a constant state of sexual frustration. Just as she was.
She felt that he knew what he was doing and she, like Vicky too, couldn't take
any more. She desperately needed a proper orgasm and today was the day, she
decided! If George didn't make love to her today, then she'd take the risk and
planned on seducing him. She couldn't envision him refusing her advances;
judging by the endless flirting, compliments and visible desire not only in his
eyes but flowing from his body language too. Touching his fingers with hers,
she felt him shudder before he opened the door to the milking and breeding
room. She felt her heart jump and her pussy clench, its wetness evident all
over her sticky thighs.
Entering
the room, everyone in it was so horny
they both felt intoxicated with passion, and need. Glass and steel vats were
filling up nicely with milk and the aroma of sex and cream filled the air. Cath
sighed and wanted to start fingering herself.
As if
reading her mind, George turned to look at her half-closed eyes and flushed
face.
"I dare
you to touch yourself. If you do, I will do the same to myself too," he
challenged, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He pressed himself up against her leg
and she felt what seemed like an iron thick bar against her skin.
She opened
her mouth as widely as her eyes and he laughed.
Composing
herself again, she put both hands on her hips. "Well, well, Mr. D. Cartesson, you naughty boy!" She wagged one finger at him
and he loved it.
She
pressed her chest against his and he felt himself stick to her.
"May I?"
He brushed
her hip with his fingertips and slowly moved them across and down toward her
pussy. She didn't stop him. It didn't even enter her mind to prevent his touch,
even in front of a roomful of people. They were all too busy doing what they
were doing to even notice that they'd both come into the room.
"Feel
free," she replied through laboured and panting breaths as she felt his fingers
search for her wet and ready cunt, his aftershave and manly smell swirling around
before caressing her senses.
As his
fingertips found the edge of her satin black knickers, he slipped two
underneath and slowly slid them inside her tight hole. Her knees buckled
beneath her and he gently pushed her against a wall, his knee holding her up
and his pint of beer still in his other hand. He heard the voice of Ivy screech
from about twenty-five feet away and saw, to his utter shock, her ass and pussy
both being stretched wide by two human bulls' rock hard and veiny cocks. Cath
stared at the commotion as she saw Ivy's throat filled by another cock from a
tall and muscular equally well-endowed bull, silencing her.
"Well that shut the cow up," George howled
before sniffing his fingers, inhaling the gorgeous aroma of Cath's pussy as he
closed his eyes. "Fuck, how good you
smell!" He stuffed his two fingers into his mouth, licking them clean of her
wonderful juices. The action of this excited her further and she panted in his
ear like an animal on heat. Nibbling his ear lobe, she couldn't bear any more.
"Please fuck me!"
"I was
going to wait, but what the hell. I'm not a man to refuse a lady's request!"
"Can you
chain my wrists like the hucows have theirs over
there? I'd love it if you broke me in properly, if you know what I mean."
"I have an
idea. Don't feel nervous, but there's a space right next to Ivy. Are you up for
a little fucking challenge?" "Fucking, being the operative word!"
"With you
by my side, I'm up for anything," she
replied.
"Right,
what we'll do is this; we'll get you into the same position as her, hook your
nipples up to the suction cup and pump, chain your wrists and tie your legs
apart and we'll show Ivy what you're capable of. You can easily produce more
milk then her and I absolutely guarantee you, Cath, without sounding arrogant,
that once my cock is buried inside your body, Ivy will soon leave this room.
Humiliated too."
Cath felt
suddenly anxious and yet overwhelmed by lust and the urgency of having him
slide inside her pussy. She didn't want any trouble from Ivy but didn't want to
miss the opportunity of a lifetime either in showing her that George belonged
to her now and as a competitive woman
too she knew for sure that she could easily produce more milk than probably
most of the women in the room.
"Let's do
it. Let's show her!"
"No,"
George replied, "let's show them all."
Keywords: Lactation, hucows, human bulls, breeding, alpha male, BDSM, erotic romance,
erotic stories, menage