Maids of CREAMTOWN (Taboo Hucow fantasy, Hucow Farm, Hucow submission, Forbidden Adult Feeding and Nursing Erotica): (Creamy Hucow short story erotica) by Pizzey Jaymee

Author:Pizzey, Jaymee [Pizzey, Jaymee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Jaymee Pizzey
Published: 2016-03-12T05:00:00+00:00

Three: A Private Milking

A thrill went through me.

I took the pill and swallowed it, running to catch up to Jarrod.

“Mr. Legendairy? Of Legendairy Ice-Cream?”

“He’s asked for a special private milking. If you play your cards right we could both make a lot of money. Mandy. I want the best from you. Whatever happens, understood?”

I had never been offered for private milking before, none of Jarrod’s hucows had.

It was a new feature and rumored to be a real treat (especially for untouched hucows) that involved a milking machine and a fuck machine.

My tits and pussy leaked at the thought.

The sound of machines warming up already vibrated down the hall as Jarrod guided me to the private milking stall.

Mr. Legendairy and his posse were already seated. He looked like he had stepped out of a magazine, from his gold-tipped shoes to his ivory cane. Nowhere in the dairy belt was there a hucow farm, or rancher, more rich or famous. His hucows wore studded gold and diamond nose rings and bathed in cream of other hucows.

And here the man himself stood in front of me wanting to watch me milked.

Jarrod lead me into the milking room and push me down onto the grated stall floor and set to work preparing the machines.

He adjusted the fuck machine first, setting the dial a little above mid-way and unfurled the mechanical cock’s arm to test the distance between it and my pussy.

Once he saw it would reach he got me to sit up and clamped the milking machines suction caps onto my breasts for the third time that day.

I blushed. It was so embarrassing for me to be watched as I was milked. I barely breathed when I saw the fuck machine. Its condom-wrapped mechanical cock thrust the air faster and slower as Jarrod adjusted the speed dial.

The customers sat in their chairs. Mr. Legendairy scrolled through his phone, his posture that of a man who neither cared nor didn’t, about those around him or where he was.

Jarrod scrunched his ice-cream man’s hat into a ball and waited.

“You may begin,” Mr. Legendairy said several minutes later. He pocketed his phone and lit his cigar.

My nipples stung as Jarrod flipped the switch and the strong pressure sucked them down into the hoses, way passed the suction cups. This was why I detested industrial milkers. The suction was intense and unrelenting.

I wanted to cry out and tell him it was on too strong, but I caught his eye and I knew that everything was on the line here. I had to prove to the world today that Creamtown could produce, and offer services, on par with the big dairy farms.

I dared not even grimace, Jarod held my gaze, the intensity of his look warned me not to breathe a sigh of discomfort.

I feigned a moan of pleasure and arched my back.

Mr. Legendairy shifted in his chair, I had his full attention now, and I liked it.

A thrill went through me.

Mr. Legendairy’s posse whispered to each other behind

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