33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (15 page)

"Take off your clothes and lay down, cow," he commanded, pointing to the bed.

"Yes," I said as I shivered at his words and did as he asked, shimmying out of my shirt and panties.

"You will address me only with 'moo.' You are now my fertile cow and I am your bull. Understood?"

"Moo," I said as I nodded and put my hands and feet into the loops of the ropes. I was being punished for being such a naughty cow. Milk sprung from my fat nipples unbidden. He secured the ropes and stood back and surveyed his prize. I could tell that he was very horny and completely ready to inseminate my fertile womb.

"Good cow. Let the dominant bull drink from your udders." He stripped and joined me on the bed where he wrapped his meaty hands around my large breasts, squeezing them roughly as he used my body for his enjoyment.

I moaned as he played with my breasts, twisting my nipples. Even though it hurt a bit, his manly hands felt good against my soft, supple, milk-filled breasts.

"Are you fertile, cow?" He asked before latching his lips on my tender nipple.

"Moo!" I mooed as enthusiastically as I could.

"Good. I'm going to inseminate you. What do you think of that?"

"Moo?"

"Don't talk back!" He slapped me across the face. It wasn't a hard slap by any stretch of the imagination, but it hurt nonetheless. He turned my nipple toward my face and began squirting in my direction. "Drink from your own udders," he commanded.

I caught as much of my warm milk on my tongue as I could, reveling in my own taste. It was one of the things I enjoyed most about being pregnant - that and getting fucked by strange men in my married pussy.

I drooled at his massive hard-on. It was apparent that it had been a few days since he'd relieved himself as his nuts seemed heavier than usual. His cock also seemed to be more sensitive. Surprisingly, he climbed on my chest and shoved his cock between my milky jugs. He loosened the ropes around my hands so I could hold my tits up for him.

His face contorted with perverse pleasure as he pumped his massive dick up and down through the folds of my pillowy breasts. Each time he got close, I stuck my tongue out and moved my head forward, licking his cock. He'd hold it there longer and longer each time, letting me suck his fat dick in my mouth. I felt like such a used whore!

When he was finished with my breasts, he tied my hands back up and began licking my pussy. Oh God! His hot tongue lashed my sensitive, swollen clit over and over as my hips bucked into his head, as I tried to get his face into my cunt. He must've given me three or four orgasms and I could do nothing. He could've gone on for an hour and I wouldn't have been able to stop him. Not with my hands tied up. I felt so weak and helpless.

Soon, he laid on top of me with his dick poised dominantly at my quivering womb. I cried out, mooing for him to put it in me, but he didn't. He just lightly touched my aching, needy pussy lips, coating his cock with my slick juices. Time stood still as he toyed with me. He knew I needed him. He knew I needed his big, fat cock plowed into my fertile womb. I wanted to carry his baby.

"Fuck me!" I cried, not able to stand it any longer. "Knock my fertile womb up! Dump your dominant cum in me! Moo!" I added for good effect.

With one hard shove, he thrust his dominant meat-stick deep into my fertile cunt. There was no doubt who was in charge. I felt his massive dick spear my pussy, impaling me to the bed. He grunted in satisfaction as his tip felt for and found my cervix. It was wide open for him and he pushed inside as though he owned me. Which, once I was knocked up with his baby, he would. With his seed percolating inside me, he would effectively own me. His essence, as it grew, would dictate my actions all throughout my pregnancy. I would be his.

At the thought of being owned by another man, I began cumming. I mooed and mooed as it felt like my pussy was on fire. He began tickling my feet as he moved in and out of my flooded cave. I laughed and laughed as he tickled both feet unmercifully.

"You like being dominated by your bull, don't you?" He teased.

I nodded vigorously and mooed.

"Good answer," he said as sweat began pouring off his face. He pushed in and out of my inflamed pussy faster and faster until I was delirious with lust.

"I need your cum in me. Impregnate your cow!" I cried out. Suddenly he stopped moving as he slammed into me as far as he could go. His cock was shoved deep into my cervix and I felt completely filled. In slow motion I felt his cock swell until I thought it was going to explode. Which it did a few seconds later.

I'd never heard a man grunt so loudly as he did when he began spurting his potent, dominant seed into my fertile, unprotected, ovulating cervix. Shot after shot filled my waiting womb. There was no doubt that he'd been saving up for awhile as his cum flooded my poor pussy. When he was finished pumping into me he instructed me not to let any escape and to keep as much of it inside me as I could.

I loved knowing that I was carrying another man's baby inside my womb and I went out of my way to remind my husband of that fact every time I could. I'd now had two babies with two different men and neither of them were from him. It was only teasing, but he finally called dibs on the next baby.

I told him that we'll see about that.

The Doctor's Hucow

Nikita Storm

I felt terribly foolish just being here. I looked around the medical office and was actually surprised to see that I was alone. Well, at least the wait shouldn't be long. I rifled through the same old boring women's mags that I'd seen at the last three places. They were okay the first time, but after a while all the girls start to look anorexic and even the vacation pictures seem fake and stagnant.

I was just about to bring out my cell phone and play a game or two on it when a tired, but cheery receptionist called my name.

"Sarah Parker?"

"That's me!" I stood and smiled, slipping my phone back into my bag.

"Come with me, please," she said, leading me to the scale as she carried my clipboard. I sighed as she wrote down my weight and ushered me into another cold, sterile room. I've seen enough of them to last me a lifetime. I had a brief vision of a doctor's office that - instead of cold and sterile - was bright and cheery with real furniture and children's paintings and bean bag chairs and...life.

"You're his last patient for today. If you'll just put this on, he'll be right with you." She smiled faintly and closed the door.

As soon as I heard it click, I disrobed and put the woefully short covering on. Not only didn't it fit, but because I was six-months pregnant, it didn't even go much past my boobs. What did it matter? Half the doctors in my town had now seen me naked. What's another one?

While I waited for the doctor, I contemplated my reason for visiting all the doctors in the city. My husband, John, has a fetish. He loves playing with and drinking breast milk. One of the reasons he wanted to knock me up was so that I would start lactating for him. Since I'd wanted a child anyway, getting pregnant wasn't a problem. If it helped satisfy his obsession with lactating women's breasts that was just an added bonus.

The problem was that he started getting impatient. He knew that women started lactating in the later stages of their pregnancy, but it wasn't really milk - it was colostrum. He wanted milk.

One day he was jerkin off to some lactation porn on some sleazy website when he came across a testimonial from some blonde who claimed that this miracle lactation drug (in three easy installments of $39.99) started her lactating the moment she ingested it.

Being the gullible fool that he is, he bought it and now expects me to take this unknown drug for his silly fetish. I don't mind sharing my milk with him - in fact I want him to drink all the milk he can - minus what the baby needs. But who knows what this drug really is. Could be what they say it is or turn out to be something harmful. The last thing I want to do is take something that'll hurt the baby - especially this far along.

So, I made him a deal. I'd shop it around to a few docs and if any of them were willing to advise me on the use of the drug, I'd take it. Under their supervision. He seemed deflated with that idea, but resigned and agreed.

None of the first three docs I'd tried knew anything about it and didn't want to have anything to do with it. Too risky, they said. One mentioned something about insurance not covering this type of thing. I asked if they knew of any doctors who might know anything about this pill. That's when one of them gave me the info for this place. It was a gyno office, but he was known to not be the most reputable doctor in the area.

It was also the last place I was going to try.

I'd undergone a lot of changes in the last six months. It'd been a whirlwind of emotions and body changes. One of the best ones, however, had been my evolving breasts. My husband took a daily picture of my belly and breasts to measure the changes. He'd probably take hourly pics if I'd let him. I knew they'd find their way on-line. I didn't really care.

Thinking about these changes, I slowly began to caress my naked breasts. They started out so small and now were a very respectable size. The roundness and firmness had increased. Also their sensitivity. I gasped as I felt a small tremor in my pussy. I've been known to make myself orgasm just by touching my breasts. Since the pregnancy I've had to go topless or just the touch of fabric could set me off. Of course my husband doesn't mind this "problem." Men.

Caressing my breasts turned into me touching myself. You know how it is when you're naked. It's just so easy and tempting to stroke your naughty bits. Consequently I didn't hear the door open or the doctor stalk up behind me. Jeez, was he a ninja or something?

I have no idea how long he stood there watching from behind. All I know is that I completely zoned out and rode my sensitive, pregnant clit for all it was worth before having a massive orgasm. It wasn't until I came back down to earth that I realized where I was.

And that there was a man watching me. A very hot, good-looking man, to boot. When I caught him watching, he cleared his throat.

"Oh, yeah...now you announce your arrival," I said, half embarrassed as I covered myself up. Well, not much you can do with those dinky hospital gowns.

"You seemed like you were enjoying yourself." He smiled disarmingly. "I didn't want to interrupt you."

"Yeah, well..." I stuttered and stammered. Normally I was as cool as a cucumber, but this guy was hot. He was tall, blond hair, blue eyes, a smile that could melt a thousand women's hearts and barely perceptible chin stubble. He carried himself with the air of a doctor - someone who knows what they're doing and you'd better submit. I found myself getting wet just watching him.

I started to wipe my fingers on the hospital gown, but he grabbed my hand and brought it to his nose and sniffed. That scared the hell out of me, but when I realized what he was doing it caused me to shudder through another orgasm.

"Nice. Great scent," he said, releasing my hand and letting it fall back to my side. I forgot all about what I was doing as I felt a tingle where he touched me. God damn he was beautiful!

I watched him, incredulous. Did he just smell my pussy scent and comment on it? The nerve of him. I brought my fingers to my nose to smell what he did. I had to admit that he was right. It was a lovely scent. I'd never really noticed before.

"Do you make it a habit of masturbating in the doctor's office?" He said, turning around.

I was about to say something snarky, but it caught in my throat as I saw his damnable smile. Boy, he was good.

"So," he casually brushed aside the whole incident, "what brings you here?" He studied my chart. "Are you looking to switch doctors?"

My heart leaped and thudded in my chest and a droplet of cum slid down my thigh. "That wasn't why I had initially come..." I admitted.

"But now that you saw how hot I am..." he let the words trail off.

I nodded as I realized that he probably dealt with hot, horny women all the time. I was just some fat, pregnant girl who had no hope...of what? Girl, you're married. He's probably married, too. Which would be such a shame. No, it wouldn't be a shame because you're not available.

"I seem to have that effect on all the women. It's both a blessing and a curse," he explained.

"I'll bet," I smirked.

"So, why did you come here? There's nothing on your chart that indicates that you'd need to seek out a second opinion."

He looked up at me with his deep, blue eyes and my heart melted. I'm not the kind of girl who falls at the sight of every man she comes across. But this doc - I looked at his name-tag - Henry, was a fucking AAA stud. My pussy began dripping onto the exam table.

His eyes bored through me and my breath caught in my throat. How could I explain this? I pulled out the bottle of pills from my purse and handed it to him. I didn't trust myself to speak. I felt so ashamed of my nakedness and lust for him. I wanted to lay down and touch myself thinking about his gorgeous face until I grew exhausted from cumming so much. But I couldn't bring myself to finger myself while he was watching. I felt ashamed, dirty and very, very horny.

He took the pills from my shaky hands and studied the bottle. I thought he was going to be like the other docs and shake his head angrily. I didn't want him to be angry at me. I needed his approval. His fingers brushed against mine and God help me I had another orgasm. If this kept up I was going to flood the place. Why was I so attracted to him? Why was he having this effect on me? My husband is good looking. I'm not in the market. None of this made any sense.

He furrowed his brow and looked up at me. "Where did you get this?" He asked sternly.

"On...on the Internet. My husband found it on some sleaze-ball website."

He studied the bottle again and a slow smile crept over his face. "Do you know what this is?" He asked, his blue eyes boring into my naked soul.