Hucow Insemination Experience Contract
“Welcome to the ultimate hucow bdsm experience. This is what you have been training for. Your chosen ‘farmer’ is ready to milk and breed you, and your ‘barn’ has been prepared to your exact specifications.”
“At any time, you can speak and the experience will stop, or you can ask to skip any aspect of the experience. To express your consent, simply continue to Moo.”
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Light floods your stall as the barn door opens and you moo softly in response. Your breasts are massively engorged, painful and stuff to the touch, veins bulging along the sides and milk periodically seeping from your nipples. You moo again, hoping I’ve brought my metal pails this time to milk you.
I’ve had you tied up here, ropes around your four limbs, breasts, and neck, holding you in place. I couldn’t have you going around fucking the other males right now. I need to make sure you’re inseminated with the sperm of the finest Bull. Every few hours I come to collect my samples—plunging my shaft into your warm throat until just before I ejaculate, and then pulling out to collect my cum in a large syringe, balls contracting as I empty them.
You feel the warm spring air on your ears as I slide open the front of your stall. I come around next to you with a stool, where I sit down and place two pails under your pendulous udders.
Lifting your tail, I reach back between your legs to check if you’re in heat and run my hand along your engorged vulva, slick and dripping. I rub my wet fingers along your asshole and then slip a glass thermometer inside. It shows your temperature is elevated.
“Good girl” I say, and pat your hindquarters.
I reach down and squeeze one of your nipples. It’s painful, but you are desperate for relief so you only moo softly. I squeeze it harder and milk spurts out. Then i use both hands to massage the breast tissue, working my hands down from the top toward your rock hard nipples. Milk gushes out into the pale with each stroke of my hands, and you begin to feel the pressure subside.
Expertly, I fill my pail, collecting your sweet, warm secretions one stroke at a time. I lick my fingers, and then kneel down to take your udder into my mouth. I suck the rest of your milk out, swallowing it greedily and spraying it onto my beard and chest.
The ground beneath your legs is soaked with your wetness, which drips down your thighs.
I go around to the other side and milk your right udder, vacating your mammaries with smooth strong hands. My pails are full to the brim by the time I’m done, and I pinch and pull at your nipples to ensure I’ve gotten every drop. A rumbling moo emerges from your throat.
Making my way behind you, I can see your vulva pulsing with anticipation, and I notice your head turn slightly to look at the massive syringe I pull from my bag, filled with my sperm.
But first, I need to prepare you. I take my thick cock from my jeans, lift your tail, and run my tip between your creamy labia before pushing inside.
“Mmmmmoo…..” you moan.
I hold to the soft flesh of your flanks, and thrust in long fluid strokes. My body slaps against you and your curves ripple in time with my strokes. You squeeze around my strong shaft and I push harder against the friction. Before long, I unleash my load inside your slippery folds.
Then I reach for the syringe. There’s no needle, of course, just a big thick shaft designed to spray your cervix with Bull sperm. It’s much larger than my substantial cock, and your eyes widen at the sight of it.
Your vulva is drenched and creamy, but I squirt some extra lube between your lips just in case. Then I move the tip into position and begin to push it inside. The sensation is painful at first, but once it moves past your outer lips, you’re overcome with pleasure. Every inch of your vaginal canal is pressed tight against the hard plastic, and it burrows deeper and deeper inside. When it reaches your cervix I start to depress the plunger and then slide the tube back out as I fill you to the brim with my semen.
When I remove the syringe, i hold my hand over your slit, not wanting any to seep out just yet.
Then I pick up my pails and walk toward the door. I can see my cum dripping from your cunt in slow streams as you look up at me—expectant but compliant.
“I’ll be back to get you…once I’m sure you’re pregnant.”
The door slides closed and darkness envelops you as you moo softly in your stall
