Daisy the Hucow pt. 2 [M35/F21] [hucow] [lactation] [creampie] [rough sex]

*This is part 2 of a series that you can find on my profile. I’m having a ridiculous amount of fun writing about Daisy and building the world she lives in. I hope you enjoy!*

Daisy hears the shower turn on and wriggles to the edge of the bed to place her bare feet on the cool hardwood floor. She stands and stretches her arms high above her head, arching her back and breathing deeply, which turns into a perfect sigh of release. Her udders are much more comfortable feeling now that Master has taken his fill from them. They hang from her chest with an aesthetically pleasing curve and fullness, nipples slightly upturned with a generous roundess underneath. The faintest blue veins trace paths under the creamy skin leading to rosy pink and pleasantly large areolas. Daisy tossles her short, wavy hair and her chocolate brown, soft-as-suede, adorably floppy ears shake as well. Then she lifts her collar from the bedside table and clips it around her neck.

Master’s morning routine always starts with a quick shower and Daisy knows to go start the coffee pot for him next. She trots off to the kitchen, whisking her satiny robe off the hook next to the bedroom door as she leaves the room and dons the cool, floral patterned garment, letting it flutter behind her as she makes her way down the hallway and turns the corner. 

Daisy is just finished pouring coffee in Master’s favorite mug and setting it on the dark granite counter at his preferred barstool when she feels a presence watching her in the room. She looks over her shoulder to find Master leaning in the entryway of the kitchen, a gift bag hanging from one finger, outstretched. 

Silent delight plays across her face as she recognizes this as a present for *her* and scampers up to Master with glee. The view for Master is pure perfection. His petite, curvy, mostly naked – save for the open robe – hucow bounding up to him with eyes alight and udders bouncing and swinging oh-so temptingly. 

Daisy stops short of taking the bag directly from Master without waiting first. “Well come on now, open it!” He thrusts the bag at her and she lets out a squeak of joy, setting the bag on the counter and digging in to the tissue paper. Inside is a carefully folded new dress. Cherry red with white polka dots, a sweetheart neckline, and buttons all the way down the front. Daisy’s mouth opens and her eyes go wide as she takes in the sight of the best surprise she may have ever received, save for being brought home by Master in the first place. She hugs the dress to her ample chest with an elated smile and then barrels herself into Master’s embrace. The impact of her over eagerness rocks Master back on one foot before he regains balance and laughs, satisfied with the results of his treat. 

“I’m glad you like it. Go put it on and let’s get a move on, sweet girl.” He pats Daisy on the ass firmly and sends her down the hall to change. 

Daisy tosses her robe on the bed in a flurry of excitement and stands in front of the huge full length mirror mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed. She unbottons the dress just enough so that she can step into it and wriggle it over her hips and then put her arms through the shoulder straps. 

She has her doubts that she will be able to button the dress over her udders without considerable strain, but Master must have had this dress custom made because the fit is sublime, not a single button gapes. Instead, the bodice calls every bit of attention to her soft, inviting, completely luscious udders pressed together and supported like a generous offering. 

The skirt falls mid-thigh and flounces with energetic swing. Perfect. It’s all perfect. 

Daisy slips on strappy sandals and races from the room to show Master how well he had chosen. 

Her forward momentum is stopped suddenly as she enters the main living space and feels a strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her back into a hard, tall body and an even harder cock pressing into her mid back. “Eek-Oomph!” The air is nearly knocked out of her with the force. 

“I knew you’d look great. Bend over the couch, sweet girl.” Master’s voice is low and growly. Immediately Daisy’s body flushes with heat and she feels a needy ache between her legs. She steps over to the couch obediently and lays her torso over the back of the overstuffed dark brown leather lounger. Master steps up right behind her and presses his substantial cock against her ass through his pants and the edge of her dress. Bending over makes it ride up halfway over her ass. The view is of plump cheeks meeting to expose a deeply pink mound and enticing slit. 

Master undoes his belt and slacks and lets his cock spring loose, smacking into her cheeks with a thwap. Daisy wriggles in anticipation. Her breathing quick and excited. She loves when Master is hungry for her in more ways than one. 

Master runs the tip of his cock over her slit lightly. Daisy whines with need. He presses harder on the second pass, parting the folds and finding her slick and hot with urgency. 

Master presses only the thick head of his cock into Daisy and groans with gratification. He gives two short pumps to coat his shaft with her wetness before plunging the rest of himself into her, slamming his pelvis into her soft ass and causing his balls to swing forward and slap her clit. Daisy yelps. The sound encourages Master. He grabs her by the shoulder and yanks back, making her stand nearly upright, arching and panting, her udders straining against her dress. His view is outrageous. Her backwards arch makes her udders nearly slip completely free from the low neckline, he can see her areolas peeping over the top. 

“Undo the first three buttons, Daisy” he commands and she complies. Her udders burst free and her arousal is plain as day as he can see the beads of milk on each nipple, the beginnings of drippy trails down her body. 

His hand wraps around her throat to pin her back against him and the other grips her hip. He begins a deep and deliberate thrusting. Each time he slams into her body to make her udders jump and the drips fall. The couch is speckled with milk. Daisy can hardly stay standing for the effort and sensory overload. 

“Milk yourself, Daisy.” He commands once more. 

She brings her hands up to her udders and massages them before expressing milk in streams and dribbles. Master groans into her neck and bites down on her tender skin as he watches his prized hucow pleasure herself, tweaking her nipples gently after each long expression, making herself whimper with the incredible sensation. 

He thrusts faster and Daisy feels him getting harder, his movement becoming even more primal, his breathing ragged in her ear. His fingers dig into the skin at her hip and with one more powerful plunge and a gutteral grunt he lets loose his cum inside her, buried to the hilt, twitching with absolution. 

Moments pass. He loosens his grip on her throat, letting Daisy fall forward and let go of the tension in her back and legs that had kept her pinned against him. He slides himself out of her and stuffs himself back into his pants, fastening his belt and clearing his throat. 

Daisy is panting over the couch. Her legs quiver. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve have enough already, Daisy. We have a whole day ahead of us!” He jests. She smiles a drunken smile, the side of her face pressed against the cool leather. “Straighten yourself up and put on panties, for heavens sake. We can’t have you leaking my cum down your legs while we show you off today, can we?” 

Daisy stands and takes a deep breath, then begins to button her dress once more. Her cheeks are pink and her mind is awash with feelings and images of the last few minutes. Her smile is practically permanent, though. She can’t help it.

Master brings a kitchen towel over to wipe down the couch. “Sticky is only fun if it’s on you and me.” He grins and tosses the towel on the counter. Daisy hurries back to the bedroom to put on panties as Master had instructed. When she comes back out, he is waiting at the end of the hall, looking as put together and handsome as ever. “Alright, my pet, the car is waiting for us. Are you ready?” 

Daisy nods and takes Master’s outstretched hand and follows him giddily out the door, but not before Master clips a small brass bell to the metal loop on her velvet collar. Something one does with one’s hucow when out and about. A signal to all that this hucow is very important property. 

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