Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part III (Hucow, Lactation, Oral, Anal, mild mDom, Spanking, MFFFF, Incest[M/D,S/S])

Originally I had expected this story to run three or four parts, but as I have gotten deeper into the story and gotten to know the cows and their bull, more ideas have popped into my head. So I expect there are going to be several more parts before I wrap this up.

This story picks up immediately after where the previous part left off.

[All characters are 18+, all cows are human cows.]

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Thanks!

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part III

The afterglow from our romp slowly faded. We separated, cleaned up, and sat down for dinner. Once everyone was munching on their cow salad, I brought the conversation around to weightier matters.

“I hate to break the mood, but we need to talk about how we proceed from here. We now have four productive cows, which should provide us enough money to get started on the cow farm, but we have planning to do. First off, living arrangements. My herd should all be in one place. We have the apartments above the barn, and the apartment in the wing of the farmhouse. This makes for a combined total of eight bedrooms for cows – six in the barn and two in the house. Since Nina and I sleep together, the three of you – Lucy, Helga, Angela – can live in one of the apartments above the barn. That leaves us room for five more cows until we build more housing. Is everyone onboard with living on the farm?”

Wife Gets a Personal Trainer – Part IV (A Temptation – Her POV)

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and alive. The only thing I was disappointed about was that it was still going to be another 36 hours until I saw Chris, my dreamy new personal trainer whose attention awoke a lust in me that I hadn’t felt since I was dating my husband. My husband was the benefactor last night. I elected not to confess the fact that I had been attracted to Chris nor the more important fact that I felt his erection rub against me as we finished off the workout stretching.

On one hand, I thought my husband might be excited by my exchange with Chris. He liked watching Hotwife porn and regularly surfed r/hotwife on Reddit. He and I role-played me being a hotwife sometimes, and I’ve jacked him off to completion many a time telling him of my imaginary hotwife escapades. He knew that I thought it was hot, too, but in spite of him pushing sometimes for us to try something real, I had always had a clear boundary. This was meant for fantasy only.

A hot soak [MF] [Fingering] [Creampie]

Kate was buried in the stack of papers on her desk when her phone rang. Answering it she saw Rob’s handsome face appear on the screen with a broad smile. His wavy brown hair fell around his face meeting a full beard and Kate smiled wearily back.

“Hey babe, you still at the office?”

“Yeah but I’m just wrapping up. Dan needed me to review some more last minute changes to the Benson RFP.”

“You want me to make you some food?”

“Nah, I’m exhausted. I just want to get home and lay down.”

“Ok baby, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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A Rainy Morning [F29/M30][married][BJ][prone sex]

## A Rainy Morning [F29/M30][married][BJ][prone sex]

The first thing I notice when I wake up is how *dim* the room looks. The quality of light is murky, like brackish water. It surprises me because it’s already 8 o’clock. Where’s the sun? I roll over to look at my husband. He’s not in bed. The door is open and a clatter of dishes filters in from the kitchen.

I’m still groggy, wearing only a tee shirt and panties as I walk down the hall. “Honey?”

The electric kettle growls but I hear him, humming to a jazz standard playing quietly. I find him facing the counter, in the midst of making breakfast. He’s wearing a red apron over pajamas, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. I’ve told him before how much that little slice of domesticity turns me on and I wrap my arms under the apron. His belly is warm. “Yes dear?” he says without looking.

“Did you take it?” I rest my cheek on the back of his robe and it’s so warm.

“Take what?”

I let out a little giggle. “The sun.”

“Ah. Weather’s not playing nice, is it? Sorry sweetheart, but no, I didn’t take it.”

[F36] [M35] A day on a nude beach with my wife

Last Summer my wife and I went to a Nude Beach Spain. My wife knew that I had always fantasized about her going topless at a beach. I think we got a little more than we bargained for… in a good way. After about an hour or two, my beautiful, shy, conservative wife finally agreed to take off her bikini top. I think she only really agreed because there were about a dozen nude couples all around us.
As she lay there with he tits on display a tall black fellow walked up to us to chat. Though he was wearing swim trunks, the obvious shape and length of his penis was clearly visible. He asked us the time and if we come here often.. small bullshit, I know it was just to get a better look. My heart was racing because I wasnt sure how my wife was feeling or how she would react. All of a sudden, the man sits down on the sand next to my wife as he contuned to talk about the beach and the police and other banter that I cant remember.

Forever Hung (Part 22) [sci-fi] [slow burn] [all characters over 21] [MF] [teasing]

With my time at the professor’s estate drawing to a close, I wondered if Harry would ever finish his portico. It stood half-finished, untouched since he’d won the affections of his wife. A pile of cut-and-ready boards nearby, already worn from weather.
Until one morning I heard the familiar sound of his hammer. I was watching him through the kitchen window with my coffee when Clara gave me a big hug from behind.
“Everything all right with him?” I asked.
“Sure, as far as I know,” she shrugged.
“You didn’t confront him about Madison?”
She shrugged again and shook her head.
But every time I saw them together there was an unspoken tension. They avoided eye contact and seemed to only speak the occasional, perfunctory “excuse me” or “pass the tartar sauce, please.” Clara spent more time in the library and I even saw Harry take the boat out alone.
With me, meanwhile, she was more affectionate than ever. If we passed each other, she took and squeezed my hand. She pulled me into secret nooks around the house for a quick kiss. “Will you visit after you go?” she’d ask. She came to me at night and wouldn’t return to Harry until the early hours of the morning.
On Thursday I needed to check her vitals before I left for good. She sat in the chair by my desk in a paper-thin white sundress. Harry worked at his station a few desks away.
“One final physical,” she smiled. “Make it a good one.”
I overheard their arguments through the vents. He’d accuse her of hanging wet towels over the doors, she’d call him fat, but they never directly addressed what was bothering them.
And then I opened the door one morning to find an invitation to a farewell shooting party, a double-barrel shotgun leaning against the wall.

Missing one

Looking for 18+ female role players! Descriptive and creative. Plz, no one-liners.

Limits:- Scat, vomit, gore, vore, furry, anime pic as a reference and character control. Besides my limits, I am fine with anything.

Plot:- Missing Case

It was a regular day. You were inside your office and doing your work. One of your men walks inside your room and gives you a parcel. Your name was written on the parcel and there was also a note. “Watch this! If you don’t, someone will die!”

As you open the parcel, you see a pen/flash drive. You were curious, so you plug that drive into your system and then you start watching. A video starts with a black screen. Suddenly, a sound starts to echo, it was a girl’s sound and the sound was like someone is beating/torturing a girl. After hearing her voice, you could tell that the girl is in pain. Suddenly, a naked girl appeared on the screen. Her hands were tied behind her back, a gag ball was in her mouth and then you saw a masked man spanking her ass.

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Excerpt

“You’re going to wear that?!”

One of the things I had always liked about my wife’s best friend was her candor. And now I loved it.

A girl’s night had been scheduled and agreed upon. Kayla, my wife’s best friend, stood in our doorway dressed to the 9s and ready to go. She was zipped into a tiny black dress, her hair was done, and her uncharacteristic smokey makeup told me all I needed to know of her plans for the evening.

My wife, however, seemed to be dressed for a church picnic. “What the hell is wrong with you,” Kayle chided, as she came in the door and led my wife upstairs.

“Mama Slut has got to do a better job” she half-mumbled to herself as she closed the door after my wife.

I cracked open a beer, sat down in the Lazy Boy, and put on the game. But inside I was almost giddy, thinking of how my wife would look when she came downstairs. And what we would do to her when she got home…

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Choose your own adventure, Part 2: meeting my edging partner IRL [WM 30s] [Anal]

Following up on an in-progress fantasy I like to edge to (see profile for part 1)

happy to take suggestions on what happens next <3

There was a beat as he considered my request – “Actually, Mary, the point is that you do nothing right now—your tits and perky nipples, your wet cunt and throbbing clit, your tight and puckered ass, are mine to just fucking enjoy—so why don’t you do me a favour and be quiet while I explore what is mine?”

He put his hand back on my pussy – running his hands through my bush and just grazing the top of my slit — at this point, I was dying for one of his fingers to just dip further into my cunt. His hands were large—strong and focused strokes feeling and enjoying my soft skin, the soft curly pubes; I loved the feeling of his warm palm – I don’t really know how to describe this but he grasped my undercarriage with his full hand – cupping me between my legs from the top of my slit to my asshole, where his middle and index finger started to burrow to find my taint and hole. There was a warmness and sureness to this action that just made me sink into my restraints.

How I (f/18) developed Daddy Issues

The story of how I developed a taste for older men:
When I was still in school, on a Thursday after school I had to hand in something in the staff room and when I knocked, my teacher opened the door and let me in. Somehow all the teachers were already gone and there were only the two of us there, so I handed over the sheets and then wanted to leave. But my Teacher grabbed my arm turned me around and started kissing, touching and massaging me all over. It escalated and we ended up having sex. But after all that, I didn’t feel bad. On the contrary, I Loved the Feeling of being used. So I didn’t tell anyone about it. And since then I’ve had an extreme liking for older men who use me like a slut.

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