33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (19 page)

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.

"Milk yourself!" I commanded as I split her pussy lips wide and sank my lucky cock into her searing pussy. Her walls were incredible. I could tell she was very experienced in this department as once I was in her, she wrapped her legs around me and locked them around my back.

My cock was on fire as it delved deep into her cavernous depths. "So," I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. "How far did the others get?"

She laughed. "They usually bolted the moment I put on the cow ears and tail." She put her arms around me and pulled me close to her. "But enough about losers, let's talk about us." Her lips pressed needily against mine. When she came up for air, she said: "Do you know how weird it is to be talking to the CEO on the phone while wearing a cow outfit?" She giggled. "I'd even moo every now and then just to see if he was paying attention."

I laughed as I pressed my cock all the way into her tight pussy. She may have been older, but she kept her Kegel muscles in shape; I could feel them tighten against my cock. "You're a regular riot," I said.