The Billionaire's Hucow: A Twisted Fantasy on the Farm

Bonnie is broke and desperate, so when she gets an offer to work at a farm even though she has no farming experience, she jumps at the chance. Turns out the sexy billionaire farmer, Mr. Randolph, is thirsty for her sweet creamy deliciousness, and Bonnie is only too eager to quench his thirst.


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The whole barn was covered with a layer of sweet smelling hay, and that scent was so refreshing to me! For some reason I couldn't even begin to fathom, it felt like home.

Mr. Randolph patted me on the back.

"I hope you like it, Bonnie," he said. "This is going to be your home for the next few months."
I smiled. I did like it. In fact, I loved it.

"Now, make yourself comfortable," he said. "I'll just grab a bucket and we'll get you milked."

Milked? What was he talking about, milked?

And suddenly I connected the dots. My boobs were growing because they were all full of milk. And that's also why they were sore. I didn't question why my tits were full of milk. There was no way I could be pregnant, and even if I was, I was pretty sure a woman's milk didn't all come in within a half hour time frame or anything like that. I wasn't even trying to make sense of everything that was happening to me, but it was good to know the answer to one of these mysterious happenings.

Mr. Randolph came over with a low, wide bucket and placed it directly under my chest. He then knelt down next to me and wrapped his large hands around both of my tits, right around the nipple. Oh, god, that felt so good! His soft fingers grazing my ultra, ultra sensitive nipples couldn't even compare to any pleasure I'd ever felt before. I moaned softly, but it came out sounding like a moo.

Softly pulling down on one tit, Mr. Randolph sent my pleasure levels soaring up off the charts. I heard a steady stream of milk shoot out to land in the metal bucket below me.

"Oh, that's beautiful, Bonnie," he murmured. "Your milk looks delicious."

He pulled down on my other tit and it felt so amazing, I really thought I might lose it. He continued to milk me, alternating both tits, until the bucket was full. With each pull, I was getting hotter and hotter. My pussy was absolutely sopping, so much so that I could feel the excess juices sliding down my inner thighs.

"You have so much milk, Bonnie!" Mr. Randolph said, with a happy, boyish smile on his face. "This is more than enough, but still you're not empty. Do you mind if I have a taste?"

My face lit up, and I made a sound that I hoped communicated my thoughts.

He pulled the bucket out from underneath me and set it aside, and then he stuck his head between my arms and wrapped his lips around one of my nipples.

I moaned (or mooed), arching my head back, hardly able to handle the incredible pleasure that was shooting through my body. His lips and tongue felt so good against my super, super sensitive nipple. I so wanted to stroke his face, or his neck, to feel his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed my milk, but I knew if I lifted up one of my arms, I would topple over, so forced myself to resist the urge.

Mr. Randolph, having drained that first tit, moved onto the next one, and started suckling. He continued to fondle my other boob with his hand. I moaned (or mooed) again.

After he had drained me completely, Mr. Randolph sat up and looked at me with a hot, primitive look on his face. His chin was dripping with my milk, and I had never seen anything sexier before in my entire life.

"Bonnie, you're doing an amazing job," he said. "I'm so glad you decided to come work at the farm."
I could only smile, wishing I could express my gratitude for being there in the first place.

Mr. Randolph stood up and patted me on the back. And then he trailed his hand slowly down my back to my ass, which he massaged gently before dipping his fingers into my pussy.

I mooed like I'd never mooed before.

"I thought so..." Mr. Randolph said.