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"As our relationship grows your breasts will swell; you will be nourished with love and I with milk..." I'm looking for a hucow. This is a woman who will be milked like a cow. You needn't have any previous experience, or even big breasts, but you must have an enormous heart and an unstoppable capacity to please and provide for the man who cares for you. A hucow relationship begins with love and respect. At your first milking you will be undressed, and then cleaned and groomed like a prize animal. You will wear a ball gag so you are free from the pressure of speech, and you will be restrained at your milking stand so you can relax and let go of control. And then you will be massaged. Once that is complete your breasts will be addressed, each squeezed in a steady rhythm. Slapping may also be used to stimulate them. You will find the steady rhythmic hand milking to be quite pleasant. This will be a regularly scheduled process which will allow your breasts to grow and nipples to expand. Like buds of a rose they will begin to blossom beyond your wildest dreams. This will be enhanced with herbal solutions. Eventually you'll have enough growth to start using the milking machine and begin lactation. Being a hucow is not easy. You will have a regular milking schedule long before you have any milk. Your breasts will ache from the milking and your nipples may be sore or swollen. You will also need to be milked on schedule to relieve the swelling and aching. But in your milking stand you will be content, pleasing your owner, and being admired by him for your willingness to produce, while the steady dull aching fullness is milked away. Once your milk comes in you'll find that there is no sensation like the release of milk from your breasts, except perhaps the simultaneous exploration of your body by your milkman, who has become your sexual explorer, too. (Many things happen to cows in the barn which they can never tell aloud.) You will be praised for your production and stroked, massaged, and groomed fastidiously. A producing hucow is a prize to loved and honored. A milk man cannot help but love his hucow, and there is nothing like looking into the eyes of your owner as he admires the nourishment that flows from your breasts, and enjoys the rest of your body, too. Over time your breasts will grow large and swollen and become udders. Your nipples will grow long and sensitive and spout milk. Eventually you will produce copious quantities of milk for my use. You will be my hucow. * * * * * If you are interested please send a note. I will be able to provide room and board once you prove your commitment to the process. You must of course be willing to commit your body to the changes I described, and your heart to the relationship it involves. It is also natural that we will have sex during your milkings so this will not be a platonic affair. If you are fertile you will also eventually be bred by me and possibly studded out to others depending on demand. Br&eding is a very healthy extension of milking but won't even be considered until long after you've become an established, producing hucow. Inquire within!

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12/1/2012 10:59:04 AM

"Perfect Hair Creations - 50% off plus $20 FREE products"

 

You pass the coupon to the woman at the counter who takes your name and smiles. Perfect Hair Creations is a popup salon that just came to your area. Popup salons are temporary establishments that avoid some of the overhead of permanent locations, offering better deals and more talented stylists. The salon is in a strip mall that hasn't seen a lot of activity lately but has plenty of customers today. They appear to be a typical range of women, perhaps trending to the 20s and 30s, some with kids in tow. Perhaps it's a little trendier than normal, though, as you notice a slim olive skinned woman leave with a closely shaved crew cut, leather jacket and tattoo. You stare for just a moment until she catches your eye and looks down walking past.

 

"Let's start with shampoo and foot massage." The woman attending you is an energetic older Asian lady. She leads you to the back where you settle your head into the wash basin and enjoy the stream of hot water, smell of the bubble gum shampoo, and her strong fingers massaging your scalp. Soon a young man comes along and removes your foot wear. He uses a hot wet cloth and cleans your feet, rubbing them with a scented oil. Finally he places some warm fuzzy slippers on your feet and the woman wraps a towel on your head.

 

"Marisa will be your stylist. She's finishing with another customer but please stay seated here and enjoy a drink while you wait." The man who has appeared after the others left is older and quite handsome. He radiates warmth. You take the drink, a Thai lemon grass tea that is delicious, both sweet and tangy, and seems to warm your body instantly. 

 

"May I refill that?" You've gulped it down and the man holds out his hand to take your glass. In a moment he's left and you've put your head back to rest. It's as though you've got that sudden post-thanksgiving wave of sleepiness. You are incredibly relaxed and can't think of anything you'd rather do than sleep. 

 

The dream you have is fantastic and awful at the same time. You are flying through the air but there are hands trying to pull you down. They twist and grab but you fly faster and faster. As you fly you feel your legs shiver and quake. Apparently you are flying naked and it's very cold. Yet a warm spot appears in your abdomen and spreads outward to your entire body in waves. You wake up to the sudden urge to pee and tilt your head forward and find yourself looking into the eyes of the older man from earlier. At the same time -- and to your horror -- you begin to pee. You can't stop it and as you let go huge contractions begin in your pussy. It dawns on you that you are actually naked from the waist down under the smock and the mans is fingering your g-spot with two stout fingers. You've never felt so full and out of control and you can't stop the steady contractions and flow of liquid out of your body. Fortunately the Asian woman has a hand over your mouth and holds your head back in the basin so customers don't notice. As you lay with your pussy pulsing the man withdraws his hand abruptly and stands up.

 

"She will be very good," he says to the woman. "Let's proceed." 

 

"Let's see if Marisa is ready for you." The woman who washed your hair leads you to a salon chair across the room. You do your very best to appear normal and not look as if you've just been fingered by a stranger in the back of a hair salon. Yet you are trembling and your lips quiver when you greet the stylist.

 

"How would you like it cut?" Marisa is a bubbly young girl with beautiful long dark hair that she flips aside from time to time. She shows you several pics and does all the talking. Finally you settle on something that looks like you but just a touch more exotic. Truthfully you're still in shock and just want to leave but you are also naked from the waste down under the smock. There are customers going in and out and there seems no way to tell anyone what's happened to you without being completely humiliated.

 

All kinds of thoughts are running through your head as Marisa chats and snips and chats and snips. You mostly tilt your head as directed and keep your eyes closed. But as time passes you realize its been quite awhile. You get up the courage and open your eyes. Marisa is chatting with the stylist beside her and snipping away not even looking at your hair. And to your horror there is hardly any of it left. Perhaps an inch sticking in all sorts of different directions. It's awful.

 

Marisa finally notices your stricken face. "Oh god, sweety, I'm so sorry. The first time we cut it it's just terrible isn't it?" She laughs along with the stylist beside her who has just finished up another lady. "Let me show you a secret that will make you feel a little better, though."

 

After the other stylist leaves she draws the curtain around your chair so you are hidden from other customers and then uses both hands to carefully lift her beautiful hair from her head. Beneath she is bald and tattooed. She draws the curtain back and asks if you are ready. Then she fires up the clippers and begins to shave your head to the skull in full view of other patrons. There is nothing you can do but try to keep the tears from rolling down your face as a little girl stares.

 

You don't know yet what's happened to you here but I do. You've been picked to be a cow. If you were looking closely you would have seem the little stud through the middle of marisa's nose. You might have noted how busty she was under that bulky sweater if you weren't so focused on yourself. And the look that girl gave you walking out was the look of a woman just beginning to understand how her life has forever changed. 

 

The popup salon is a front for a hucow farming operation. Woman are screened, selected and recruited here. You will eventually leave today with a bald head under a wig I've chosen and you won't tell anyone what happened. Instead you will come back. In a few weeks. To me. The older man who put his hand in your pussy while you lay in the back of the salon and dreamed about flying. Because when is the last time you dreamed like that and your G spot swelled so fat that it soaked your pants in female cum ejaculated in spurts? You will have flashbacks to that moment for weeks before you receive another coupon in the mail and nervously schedule a return appointment. Your nipples will be hard as you are led back to put your head in the basin, and the older Asian lady will smile as she begins to wash your hair and the young man begins to wash your feet. By the time I hand you your drink you will be wet under your pants and as you lay your head back into the basin you will unzip your pants for me, just like you did the first time, but didn't remember. The running water will stifle your moans as I work one two or three fingers into your cunt, if not more, and my thumb lightly skims your clit. If you knew what else I was going to do to you on this second visit you might never have come back, but then again, you are a hucow, and you don't have the power to resist my will. You are just following your desire to please and provide from the bounty of your body. This is your fate and you embrace it, one snip, shave and swollen clit at a time.

 

PREVIEW OF SECOND VISIT

 

When you awake mid orgasm on your second visit to the back of the salon you find your hands and feet in restraints. The fear and surprise only increases the intensity of your climax and a rag has to be stuffed in your mouth while you gulp air through flared nostrils. This outsized orgasm is essential as the piercings that follow do not use any anesthetic other than the natural opiates released during your multiple climaxes. By the time you are escorted across the room to have your head shaved again your legs are jello, your head is spinning, and your pussy throbbing. It's not until you get home and go to apply the antibiotic ointment that you discover the shocking truth: the chastity piercings across your outer labia. Six little rings embedded on each side of your pussy with a silver chain wound tightly between them like a pair of shoelaces -- and no obvious way to open it. The panic begins to rise as you realize you will never be fucked again unless you return to that little salon and ask for help. God only knows what another visit would entail.


9/15/2012 12:39:21 AM
Who is ready to be milked? Who wants her breasts swollen beyond belief? Who wants nipples that morph into nozzles squirting liquid more valuable than gold? Who is ready for the pain of engorgement and the ecstasy of let down? Who is willing to face the world with nipples too pointy to hide, breasts to large for a bra, mind to serene to argue? Who is a hucow at heart seeking her farmer and home?

7/22/2012 8:29:55 PM

Looking for the next cow, ready to be milked, fucked, and have her tits stretched, squeezed, and pounded into lovely long udders.


1/7/2012 8:58:25 AM

It's dark and your jaw aches from the ball gag. The saliva drips down your chin. You are in the milking stand on all fours but to your deep frustration you have not yet been attended to. Your breasts are heavy and hang from your chest. Probably they are engorged by now, although beads of milk drip occasionally from your nipples. Finally there is some noise, footsteps entering the room.

 

"Here she is."

"Nice."

"Watch this."

 

Are there two of them? As that thought enters your mind 

 

-- thwack --

 

you cringe. The paddle smarts on your bottom. You havene't been spanked in a long time.

 

-- thwack --

-- thwack --

 

"It's amazing what this hucow can take."

 

There is some laughing at first but the paddling continues steadily. Until --

 

"Here you give it a go."

 

The blows are now solid and rattle your bones. Slower, more deliberate. This guy is different. You moan and absorb the force with each one, as your bottom burns.

 

"Man I think I need a rest." The new guys voice is deep, strong, and simple. It's like he's been digging a hole in the yard and needs a break.

 

"Well you did some fine work. Do you see how wet she got? Watch this." Wet? You don't know what the hell they are talking about until you feel your master's hands on your back. He presses the small of your back down, and then grabs your pussy firmly, thumn on the inside over the g-spot, first finger over the clit, and squeezes hard. Waves of queasiness ripple through your body. He pulls and twists and you moan. He's now rubbing steadily and you arch your back, not sure you can handle the intensity.  

 

Finally he begins to squeeze and milk your pussy, pulling it steadily up and down. You feel the urge, the trembling, and then the release as liquid flows down your leg in steady squirts. Your legs and thngs tremble now and you've completely forgot the aching swolling engorged breasts that troubled you before.

 

"She's read to go. But don't be too rough. I want her pregnant -- not broken." With that your master leaves the room, you hear the unbuckling of a belt, and then feel new hands on your back. Big, rough, grasping firmly. HIs cock slides into your hole and fills it fully, and begins a steady rhythm. Each press of the hips on your sore thighs coincides with his cock hitting your cervix.

 

Truly, it's boring. It's just a standard fuck. In and out. Your breasts aching more than ever. And he smells of some foreign cologne. And then he starts talking:

 

"You fucking little hucow hore. Fucking little whore."

 

It's a low husky voice much different than the matter of fact guy of a few minutes ago.

 

"You horny little fertile hucow whore."

 

He grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head back, arching your back, and his cock now rubs on your gspot. 

 

Smack. He hit your ass with his big rough hand.

 

"Ughhh." You cannot catch your breath as he starts to come, slamming his cock deep into you. Somewhere deep inside you want to have this man's baby. "Oh godd." he groans and finishes up.

 

A few minutes later your master returns. The two men pull you from the milking stand and place you in a different contraption. YOu now lie at about 30 degree angle in the air, head lower than ass, gag removed, facing down, seeing only your hair hanging around the edges of the blindfold.

 

Your master steps up, each breast firmly in hand, and begins to squeeze, first one udder and then the other. They are so sore, and eager for release, but nothng comes. 

 

"Looks like she needs more," he says. Give her some head. Back to his matter of fact self, the new guy steps up and begins to lick. You feel his tongue over your clit, the blood filling your brain, an as the pleasure starts to rise the milk steadily flows. For the next twenty minutes you could be in outer space, or another dimension, as steady little tremors flow through your loins, and steady squirts of milk leave your breasts.

 

When it's all over the two men pick up the glasses your milk has been filling.

 

"here's to a nice day milking the hucow."

 

They laugh and clink glasses. You wonder how much they have to drink as you feel contractions in your nipples and breasts continuing the milking rhythmo n their own. The two men laugh, talk some more, and finally leave the room. You figure they will return soon, so you don't say anything, but they don't. It's pointless to yell. Instead, you just hang there, in the air, with a stranger's cum working it's way deep into your belly, your milk occasionally dripping to the floor from your breasts, your head buzzing with the extra blood throbbing in your ears. What have you become? The thought echoes somewhere in the back of your mind. But we all know the answer.

 

You are a hucow.

 


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tenderiamforyou
 
 Age: 37
  Kentucky