Daisy the Hucow pt. 1 [M35/F21] [ABF] [Hucow] [Lactation] [Female Orgasm] – Short Sex Story

**All characters are 18+.
This story focuses heavily on adult breastfeeding and lactation.**

Daisy the hucow lives the perfect, dreamy life with her Master in his gorgeous apartment high above the sparkling city. It’s a far cry from the farm where she grew up and was eventually auctioned off to her dear, sweet Master. It feels like just yesterday he was clipping a velvety new collar around her slender neck and taking her by the hand to leave her first home forever. But in reality, it had been many months since she had had to live side by side with dozens of other hucows in training. They had sparsely furnished stalls – clean and tidy and comfortable – but not exactly homey or individualized in the least. Daisy at all times fantasized about the real comfort of a home with someone who adored her. And that’s exactly what she got.

Master stirs in his sleep in the morning light streaming through the wide bedroom window. It won’t be long now, which is great because Daisy’s full udders are aching for release this morning, just like they at all times do. She has at all times been an impressive producer.

It’s Saturday, Daisy’s favorite day of the week. She gets to tag along with Master all day as he runs errands and then they do something fun together. Usually Daisy as to stay home while master goes to work on weekdays. She has to stick to her milking schedule and take care of herself until he gets back and she can leap into his big arms again. He is the tenderest Master. Daisy knows she is the luckiest hucow in the world.

Master stirs again. He turns in his light sleep to face Daisy in bed, reaching out to feel for her next to him. His big, warm, hand strokes down her arm then tugs her toward him. Daisy has been awake for a while, waiting for this moment. She giddily scootches her body forward, positioning herself higher on the pillows so that her somewhat cumbersome, full udders are right at the level of Master’s mouth. Master gives them a delightful nuzzling, breathing in the smell of Daisy’s warm skin before parting his lips wide, eyes still closed, and latching on to one perky, gumdrop nipple with expert skill. He flicks his tongue around for several seconds before he pulls the nipple deep into his soft, beckoning mouth and sucks deeply, encouraging first only drips, then warm streams of Daisy’s sweet milk as her body releases what she had stored up all night for him.

Daisy is euphoric. It feels so good to be milked, but especially when Master takes the time to do it himself like this. Her fingers absentmindedly stroke through his thick, dark hair and her eyes flutter closed, a smile on her face.

Master runs his hand down Daisy’s naked back. It sends a shiver all over her, goosebumps rising on her arms as his fingers sweep lazily over her ass and back up again to the nape of her neck. He’s pulling long draws of milk now, his face pushed close into the soft skin of her udder, the other nipple leaking onto the bed, making a wet spot. Daisy is aroused. Master knows what he’s doing. His hand slides down her back again, this time cupping her ass cheek and giving a squeeze, pulling her more closely into him as he does so. Daisy gives a tiny, involuntary squirm of anticipation against his much bigger body and Master’s eyes open to look up at her. He grins with her udder still firmly pressed against his face and her nipple still pouring into his mouth. The look is devilish and playful and Daisy is completely enraptured by it.

Master unlatches from the first nipple. It’s bright pink and larger than when he had started, glistening with his saliva and a couple of willing drips of milk escaping at the last second. He pushes Daisy by the shoulder from her side, where she had been facing him, to her back. The position offers up her one still very full udder and also gives him access to the rest of her soft body to play with.

Daisy’s big eyes are absolutely drunk with the intoxicating sensations of Master’s attention. He props himself up on one elbow and runs his hand down the entirety of her torso, coming to a stop just over her pussy and staying there, doing nothing at all. Daisy’s breath catches and her hips wriggle.

“Patience, Daisy.” His still-sleepy voice drawls and he grins again. His head dips and he settles down close to her side, finding a comfortable position to tease and then suck her waiting udder into his mouth. It had been continuously dripping for several minutes now, the pressure and pleasure adding up to be too much to hold back. Daisy sighs at the release but her breathing quickly changes as she feels Master press two fingers between her soft pussy lips, applying deft pressure directly onto her warm clit.

Master groans against Daisy’s udder, happy to have found her clit already swollen with desire for his touch. He begins a slow circular pattern over her clit between the soft folds of her pussy, the heel of his hand resting on her pelvis.

Daisy is overcome with enjoyment. Master is spoiling her with good feelings today. But it’s at all times been taught that a happy hucow produces better than one under any sort of stress, and Master has at all times taken that very seriously. His fingers widen their circles for a moment to feel the wetness she has been producing. It adds a slickness to his circles and even more sensation for her. She feels the need for release rising low in her tummy. Every touch is magnified by a thousand now. Every draw of milk is bliss. Her hips wriggle and buck just a little as the tension continues to create. Her eyes close, her hand having found her free nipple to play with and expertly squeeze milk forth in little sprays.

Master watches as his more than capable treatment sends his adored hucow over the edge and into a shivering, shaking orgasm. Her knees come up and both her arms encircle his wide frame to grip his back and shoulders as she cries out in a long moan of pleasure, gasping for air at the end.

Master unlatches and wipes a drip from his chin. Daisy is satisfactorily spent. A smile plays on her lips, the drunken expression still present.

“Good girl, Daisy.” Master coos into her ear before pushing himself up from the bed and walking off to the bathroom. Daisy snaps to attention. Why did Master leave? Usually it’s her turn to make him feel good now. She sits up in bed as he enters the bathroom. “Huh?” She asks as she cocks her head to the side. Master sticks his head out of the bathroom door and smiles at Daisy “We have big plans today, you’ll get your chance later, sweet girl.”

*Thanks for reading! Daisy has a lot more fun to get up to, and some more wild adventures, too! I hope you’ll keep reading the next installments!*

NSFW: yes


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