Hucow (part 2)

Request: Can you write a longer story on Minotaur Cowboy 🤠

A/N: First part for those of you who don’t know what anon is talking about is here. This is very filthy, same as last time, and it’s a very niche kink, but good damn it if I didn’t enjoy writing this. Enjoy!

Minotaur x fem!human || hucow fantasy, voyeurism, exhibitionism, edging

Your minotaur farmer thought he was very smart and he loved you the most, but what he didn’t really knew was that you’d been playing him all along. You enjoyed his attention much more than he thought.

Since the first day you saw him, you wanted him. You wanted him desperately, and when he asked to milk you, you were more than eager to agree. He used his hands on your nipples, gently massaging them at first but rapidly milking you like the cow you were, his body covering your back as his hands squeezed every drop out of you. You could feel his dick against your covered pussy, and you rolled your hips, asking for more, wanting more… But he didn’t do anything that day. You had to walk back home with a dripping pussy and an eager clit that day.

The next day was more of the same, and the next one, and the next one after that… He hired more hucows and more minotaur cowboys, but you were always out of their rotation, nobody could touch you but him. And it drove you wild. You could only watch as others got milked and teased as you leaked, unable to touch your own breasts, and unable to find release.

The first time you saw one of the other minotaurs fucking the hucows, you pinned. They soon realized that was the way to make them more productive, more eager to be milked… So you became bolder, more eager, and he was helpless to resist your sweet scent and tight pussy. When later that day he appeared to milk you, you begged and begged until he was balls deep inside of you, releasing so much come you were dripping around his dick. He humped your pussy like an overeager minotaur as you moaned and groaned, asking for more.

Most times he enjoyed watching you across the farm, fucking some of the others but never looking away from your plump body. He fucked them, milked them… But always found his way to you.

You observed him while he walked around the farm, testing and probing the other hucows there. He thought he was so important and so big, but you saw past his exterior, seeing him as what he was: a bull ready to fuck every one of them until they were crying out. You knew you should be mad, you should be angry that he fucked them first, that he milked them first… but you didn’t care about that, it excited you. You liked how he walked one by one, choosing the pussy he was going to fuck until he was ready to burst, making them come until they were dripping down their legs and their breasts were leaking into the buckets under them, his dexterous hands milking them until they were dry and spent. It was all part of the fun, it was all part of the edging he was playing with you.

Until he got tired of playing with the others, and positioned yourself right into his office. You were like one more piece of furniture, your body displayed there, ready to be fucked and milked by him every time he wanted… or every time you begged loud enough. He loved that, he loved to fuck you senseless and have you bent down so he could stare into your dripping pussy as you milked yourself in front of him, getting hornier by the second just so he could slip right back inside and fill you with load after load. A never-ending circle that left both of you satisfied.

And that’s how you became his personal hucow, ready to be fucked, ready to be milked, displayed on his office for everyone to stare… but not touch.