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Taken By The Hucow Inspectors

“You’re going to love this job.” Dean motioned for Clay to get in the white truck they were approaching. I’ve never heard of someone outside the industry picking up an inspector’s position. How did you find out about it?”

“Actually, my father was in the industry. I left home when I was 18 because we didn’t see eye to eye on things, but now I’m back. I just needed to grow up I guess.” Clay put on his ball cap which he had stuffed in his back pocket when they were inside.

“Oh, I’ve heard that happens a lot between father and sons, but I bet you came back because you remembered all the perks of the job, didn’t you?” Dean let out a hearty laugh and hopped in the driver’s side.

“Yeah, I have to admit, I remember Dad always would come home exhausted with a smile on his face.” Clay laughed to himself as he closed the passenger side door.

“Well, you’ve joined on at an interesting time. There seems to be something going on between the two farms on the west side,” Dean explained as he backed out of the head office.

“Um, what do you mean?”

“Well, both of the farms are accusing each other of corporate espionage. They say their secret formulas have been stolen by some of the hucows that have defected to other farms. It’s getting really tense, and everyone is suspicious. Just keep that in mind when you’re dealing with the owners, OK.” Dean looked over at Clay to ensure he understood.

“Sure, I’ll tread lightly around the issue. What do you think about it, any truth to the rumors?”

“Oh, probably.” Dean turned on the radio and adjusted the volume. “It happens every so often. The hucows get restless working for the same farms. They’re easy marks to get poached by bulls from the competitors.”

The guys didn’t think anything more about it and continued to do their rounds for the day. They pulled up to Blue Moon Dairy and noticed a big commotion out front.

“I don’t deserve this kind of disrespect! I’m a top producer around here, and I should be treated better.” A very large breasted woman was yelling at two men as she walked backwards towards their truck.

Dean slowed down to a quick stop so he wouldn’t hit her. She flinched once she realized that someone was pulling in and swung around to face them with a shocked look.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, OK?” The woman seemed more distressed than angry.

Dean and Clay jumped out of the truck eager to help out. She was clearly shaken and overheated from the fight. Her hair was damp and disheveled, and her white blouse was sticking to her ample tits as she started pleading for the guys to help her.

“Hey, are you the inspectors? You really should shut this place down. They are so mean to us here. Can I… Can I get a ride with you?”

Clay couldn’t keep his eyes off her nipples while she was talking. They were so huge and were poking through the almost sheer top practically begging him to nuzzle them. He felt his pants growing tighter and realized he needed to get his mind back in the game.

“It’s OK, Miss. What’s going on here? You can tell us,” Clay put his arm around the woman to comfort her.

“You can’t believe that dumb bitch!” One of the farm hands yelled out.

“Sir, you need to stay back while my partner takes her statement,” Dean held back the young man at arm’s length.

“Don’t worry about them, Miss… I don’t believe I caught your name,” Clay rubbed her arm to give her comfort and at the same time looked down her gaping neckline.

“Oh, I’m Kirsten. Actually, I’m a little nervous telling you what happened in front of them. Can we go somewhere more private? Maybe we could go to my room so I could collect some of my things before we leave?” Kirsten looked into Clay’s eyes and gave him a little half-smile.

He knew she was playing on his sympathy, but he couldn’t help himself. He was fighting a full blown hard on since he saw her so she could have asked for his entire life savings, and he would have handed it right over.

“Sure, I’ll escort you to your room, and you can fill me in on the details.” Clay turned Kirsten around as he held her tight around the waist. “Dean, I’ll be back in a minute. Can you handle the inspection?”

“Yep, you get the details on the complaint and we’ll meet up soon.” Dean walked off with the irritated farm hands who were swearing under their breath the entire way back to the barn.

“So, Kirsten, tell me what’s been happening here at Blue Moon,” Clay snuck another peek down her neckline and imagined his throbbing cock plunging up between those beautiful mounds.

“OMG, you won’t believe what they do to us. It’s not a dairy. It’s a sweatshop,” Kirsten opened up her door in a huff. “Come on in, my roommate should be in the stalls now. We can talk privately.”

“Come on in, my roommate should be in the stalls now. We can talk privately.”

“So are you not allowed the mandated breaks from milking?” Clay looked around Kirsten’s room and noticed it was pretty messy. It reminded him of his sister’s room when they were growing up, and she was the pampered brat of the house.

“Well, they give us a couple of breaks, but that’s it. But they just don’t… they don’t provide anything to keep us excited, know what I mean?” Kirsten turned around to face Clay with a coy look and giggled a little bit. “We produce so much more milk when we are feeling good. Instead, they like to keep us restrained, so we don’t stray off the floor.”

“Restrained? What do you mean, like tied up?” Clay cocked his head to the side and felt a little intrigued.

“You know, like this. Here, use this scarf and tie my hands behind me. I’ll show you how I have to stand all day long.”

Kirsten handed Clay a scarf that was hanging on the bedpost. She put her hands behind her and turned around so he could bind them.

“Um, how tight?” Clay clumsily tied the scarf.

“Tighter. They tie it so tight, it feels like it cuts off my circulation.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Clay said as he tightened the knot.

“Don’t worry, I can take just about anything now.” Kirsten giggled and then bent over. The tiny miniskirt that she was wearing was just barely showing the bottom of her ripe apple shaped ass cheeks.

My New Job At The Dairy Farm

My New Job At The Dairy Farm is available on Amazon. Here is a small sample from the ebook:

My heart was pounding really fast now, and I was starting to panic. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my ass, and another grab my arm and pull me to a stop against a storefront. In front of me were two guys who looked horny as hell and not ready to take no as an answer. I had no idea what to do so I just froze.

“Please, I just need to get home,” I stood there hoping this was just a bad dream.

“We just want to talk for a minute,” said one of the guys with a tattoo around his neck.

“You sure are pretty. You got some nice titties. Why do you hide them under all those clothes?” The other guy traced the outside of my breast as he looked me up and down.

Just as I was about to scream, a big, white pickup truck screeched to a stop in front of us. It was the guy from the bar in the cowboy hat, and he was pointing a gun at the losers giving me a hard time.

“Well, hello, little lady, I thought I should check on you since you decided to walk home, and I wanted to see if you needed a ride. I think I arrived just in time.” He waved the gun at the men, and they released me and backed away.

“Yes, thank you.” I ran around to his passenger side and jumped in his truck. We drove off while he kept the gun out the window trained on the hoodlums.

“You really shouldn’t walk home alone so late in the evening. People are out that are up to no good. Now where can I take you,” the man said as he put his gun in the glove compartment.

“Actually, I’m not much further, just down this next street. You know, I wouldn’t normally walk home, but I just don’t want to spend the money right now.”

“Well, I hope you come see us about a job down at the farm. I think you’ll fit right in, and you can count on us to take care of you. As you can see, we look out for our own.” He looked over and smiled at me.

“I can see that, by the way, my name is Jessica. What’s yours?”

“Where’s my manners, I’m Big John. They call me that because my son works at the farm too, and you’ll meet him, he’s Little John.”

“Is he OK with being called Little?” I giggled a bit, and then realized I might have insulted their family. “Sorry, I’ve had too much to drink.”

“Don’t worry about that, everyone at the farm teases him, so you’ll fit right in.”

We drove for a few more minutes down my street, and I pointed out where I needed to be let out. I thanked Big John for the ride and hopped out of the truck. I stopped before I closed the door to thank him for saving me.

“Thanks, Big John. I don’t know what would have happened tonight, and I don’t want to imagine it either. I will come by the farm for a job. I can tell you are good people, and I think I need that right now.”

“Well, you are welcome Jessica. We’ll be looking forward to your visit.”

Big John waited for me to make it safely inside and then he drove off into the night. It had been a long time since someone had looked out for me. I immediately felt an affection for the man, like a father figure who knew what was best for me.

The next day I had a hangover, but I still wanted to go to the Dairy Farm and apply for a job. I felt like I owed it to Big John for saving me, and I needed the money after all. I got dressed in jeans and a cute top. I wasn’t sure what kind of work I would do on the farm, but I was sure it would be casual attire. I managed to get a neighbor to give me a ride back to the bar so I could pick up my car. It didn’t take long after that, and I was pulling into the Hucow Dairy Farm a little after 1 pm. What a strange name I thought, but I guessed it was a family name, so I didn’t give it too much thought. I walked into the farmhouse and was greeted by a familiar face.

“Hi, Big John, I thought I’d drop by today for the interview we talked about.” I reached out to shake his hand.

“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. I wasn’t sure you’d come. Glad you made it.” Big John took my hand and then pulled me in for a quick pat on the back. “I’m going to hand you off to my wife Beth for the interview. I need to go milk the cows again.”

Big John’s wife came out from the kitchen with a huge smile and carried a big pitcher of milk. She motioned for me to follow her into the dining room where chocolate chip cookies were sitting on the table.

“Look at you, aren’t you so cute. What’s your name, honey?” Beth poured a big glass of milk for both of us.

“I’m Jessica, your husband suggested I come for an interview. He helped me out of a bad situation last night, and I thought I would come check out the operation.”

“Oh, you were the young lady walking home last night. Yes, he told me about that.” She handed me the plate with the cookies. “I’m so glad he was able to get you home safe. Here, have a cookie, they go so well with our milk.”

“Oh, thank you, I am kind of hungry.” I sunk my teeth into the cookie and it was the best thing I had tasted in a while, that is until I had a sip of the milk. Maybe I was just hungover, but I couldn’t get enough of the delicious, surprisingly sweet, cold milk. “Wow, I’ve never had milk quite like this. It’s really good.”

“It’s our special formula. In fact, it’s a trade secret and we’ll need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement so we know you won’t sell it to our competitors.” Beth stood up and pulled out a folder from a drawer in the buffet by the wall.

She handed it to me across the table. “Take a look at these, honey. Be sure to read them before you sign.”

“Oh, does that mean I have the job?” I wondered why she hadn’t asked me any questions.

“You sure do, if you want it. It pays really well, 25 per hour.” Beth topped off my glass of milk.

“Wow, what are my responsibilities?” I couldn’t imagine what would pay so well at a Dairy Farm without any qualifications.

“Well, we have a restaurant, so we may need you to serve some guests, but your main duty is to work for the farmhands. They will tell you what they need.”

“OK, that sounds great.” I quickly glanced over the paperwork and signed my name at the bottom. “When can I start?”

“Well, you are eager, aren’t you? I tell you what, I’ll get one of the farmhands to give you a tour in a few minutes. Go ahead and have another cookie and finish off your milk. Little John will be up here in a minute.” Beth smiled wide and filled up my glass one last time and left the room.

I sat there satisfied and took one more cookie. I couldn’t believe my luck at finding this job. I needed the money so bad, and this kind of salary would really help pay down the debt I had run up while I was out of work. I gobbled up my cookie, and before I realized it, I had drunk all of my milk. I don’t know what was in their special formula, but I think it made me feel all warm and cozy.

I grew a little anxious waiting for Little John. I wondered if he was cute and I imagined that he was really fit and tan because he worked on a farm all day. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair and pictured what he might look like. I had no idea why I was fantasizing about this guy I had never met, perhaps it had been way too long since I had a boyfriend.

The Hucow Festival

I woke up early on Friday in kind of a funk. I feel guilty for being in a bad mood because I actually have a decent life. I have a good job, and my girl is above average looking. She’s pretty good to me, but we’ve been together for a while now and I think we’re in a bit of a rut. The sex is decent, but it’s the same every time. I have to admit that I find myself fantasizing about an old friend from high school when I’m with her, which is why I’m up early. I sent her a Facebook connection the other day, and we’ve been talking back and forth for a few days now.

She used to be so hot in high school, cute, short, perky, and stacked. She had double D cups and a nice round ass that looked so sweet as I pushed my cock inside her. I used to love taking her from behind and reaching around to play with her tits while I slammed my dick in her. Mmm, just thinking about it was giving me a bit of a chubby.

Darby was her name, and she sent me a message about a festival in the little town she was living in now. She was begging me to come see her and rekindle our relationship. I had held off committing to the trip, but today she sent me a recent photo and my eyes popped out of my head. Her double Ds looked like they had tripled in size. She still had her cute figure, but now her tits were gigantic. I knew I had to find a way to see those big melons in person.

By now, I heard my girl stirring in the bed so I just wrote her a quick note that I would make it happen. I asked her to send me her address, and I would see her on Friday evening. My dick was fully erect after seeing those huge tits, and I needed some relief. I climbed in bed with Tracey and cuddled up behind her. I put my dick between her butt cheeks and reached around to massage her breast. She had nice Cs, but I felt a little disappointed after seeing those pictures.

“Stop, I’m still sleeping,” Tracey mumbled.

“Aw, come on, baby. I’m so hard. I really need you.” I pushed my dick between her legs and started to enter her pussy. It was a little wet so I thought I could make it work.

“Ugh, why do you always want it in the morning?” Tracey moved her legs a little bit, and I was positive she was finally giving in.

“You might as well ask why the sky is blue babe.”

Here’s a snippet from my latest book Rachel Meets the Gang at the Hucow Inn

“So, how are you enjoying our milk?” Big Mama put the dish down in front of me.

“It’s really delicious. I can’t believe how much I like it,” I said with a big milky smile on my face.

“I knew you would.” Big Mama rubbed my back very gently, and I felt warm and relaxed. “Now, you eat this while it’s warm, and I’ll come back and take you on a tour of our farm.”

I smiled as I looked up at Big Mama. I think I was just hungry before because I felt much better now that I had some milk in my belly. I gobbled up the pasta dish and sopped up the cream sauce because it was so delicious. I couldn’t get enough of everything they made with this milk. The more I drank, the more I wanted. I drank one more glass and after that I was so full; I pushed my dish away and rubbed my belly.

“You look like you’re just about done.” Big Mama came through the swinging doors.

“Oh god yes, I can’t eat another bite.” I laughed and patted my stomach.

“Well then, let’s take a walk and let things settle.” Big Mama took my hand and guided me out of the dining room.

We headed down the walk to the large red barn in the back of the property. I was really enjoying myself and the company of Big Mama. She asked me about myself and my plans for the future as we walked along the trail. I thought she was so kind, and it seemed like she really cared about me. Finally, we made it to the barn door, and she stopped before we entered. She turned me towards her so she could look me face to face.

“Our farm is like no other because our cows aren’t the usual cows you would expect to find. You might be shocked at first, but stick with me and I think you’ll find yourself wanting to join us before your tour is over.” She brushed my hair out of my eyes as she looked at me lovingly.

“Umm, OK, I’m not sure what you mean, but I guess I’m up for just about anything.” I was a bit confused, but I was feeling all fuzzy and warm, so I didn’t mind much of what she said.

Big Mama opened the door, and the first thing I noticed was the barn was more like a warehouse. It didn’t have dirt floors, but nice wood instead. Once we walked in further, I saw women lined up and connected to machines. Their breasts were being massaged by suction cups, and milk was draining into a big vat in the middle. I was surprised, but for some reason I wasn’t as shocked as I thought I would be. Instead, I almost felt turned on, and I noticed that the women seemed to be really enjoying it.

“Oh my, umm, I don’t know what to say. I didn’t expect to see this.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of the women, and I didn’t realize it, but I was rubbing my own breasts as I watched them.

“I know it’s surprising, but how does it make you feel?” Big Mama rubbed the small of my back.

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but I feel aroused.” I continued to rub my own breasts and I looked down and realized what I was doing.

“I guess I also wish I could get a little relief. For some reason my own breasts feel a little, I guess, full. Does that make sense?”

“It does. We thought you might be one of our special girls. Sometimes certain women will immediately start to produce milk when they are in the presence of other hucows, especially after they start drinking milk from them.” Big Mama reached over and felt my breast. She squeezed it and fondled it a bit. “It feels nice and full already. Do you want to get some of that drained now?”

Here’s a snippet from Welcome to the Hucow Ranch

I noticed her from across the restaurant as I waited for the server to bring me my champagne. I had recently closed a major deal to take over the troubled mortgage company of my childhood friend Sterling Livingston. He had always been my rival in most things, sports, women, business, but now I had the upper hand, and I was secretly relishing in the victory.

The server finally dropped off my drink, and I looked around him to see where the young lady was headed. She clearly stuck out in such an upscale establishment. She was a gorgeous girl, wearing a tight black miniskirt and a loose tank top that was made out of some kind of shiny material. Her tits were enormous, so large and full. Those jugs looked so heavy, and the straps were under such strain, I thought they might break at any moment.

I felt my pants grow tight. I couldn’t help myself around such large breasts, especially if there was just a chance the woman might be lactating. I strained my neck to see if I could see any tell-tale wet spots of dribbled milk on her tank, but nothing was apparent. I looked up and realized that she noticed my gaze, and she shot me a dirty smile. I gave her a wink as she sat down at the bar.

I could tell that she was alone, so I asked the server to send her a drink on my behalf. She took a sip and raised the glass to show she appreciated the gesture. I rubbed my hardening cock as just watching her breasts move up and down as she sat there breathing made me want to take her right there at the bar. Just then, she dropped her napkin on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Her tiny little mini skirt rode up her ass to expose the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I could see her completely bare pussy just waiting for me to punish her from behind. She whipped her hair around and winked at me as she saw me eying her backside. Next she adjusted her mini so it just barely covered her butt up, and I gave her a frown to show my disappointment.

I noticed that she wrote something down and gave it to the server who promptly delivered it to me. The note said for me to meet her in the men’s washroom, and I realized she had already left. I was more than eager to oblige and quickly made my way to the hallway in the back. Fortunately for us, it was in the middle of the day in a downtown hotel. There weren’t any people around since everyone was already at work. I entered the bathroom and there she was, bent over the couch in the entry with her skirt hiked up over her ass.

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