Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII - XI

... converted that day before our inspection, and she gave a thumbs up. She was also okay with getting pierced and getting our logo tattooed on her ass as our brand. Then I asked her the inevitable question:

“If you know anything about cows, you knew this was coming,” I said. “Vaginal, oral, or anal?”

“Vaginal, all the way,” she shot back with a big smile. “I’m one of those rare girls who loves to get her cervix stretched wide open. The kitty is where it’s at for me. Cervical penetration is the shit, I can’t wait.”

Alina, also a cunt cow, nodded and gave her a thumb’s up.

Alina and I agreed on Mallory as a future member of the herd and asked her to wait in the barn until we finished the interviews.

The second candidate was supposed to be there at 10:00, but didn’t show up until 10:25 and never apologized or offered an explanation. Though she had seemed pretty straight up when we met her at the farmer’s market, she came across in the interview like she thought she was better than everyone else – better than all the other cows – and just seemed like a bitch. I also got a feeling that she might have been a little stoned. When we didn’t offer her a position in our herd, she stormed off the porch and burned rubber down our driveway. Nice.

And that brings us to the third candidate. She arrived a few minutes early – witnessing the tire-squealing exit of the previous candidate. Her name was Essie and she was 54. She had spent most of her life up until that point as an ...

... accountant married to a lawyer. A couple years before, her husband had been caught in an affair with a twenty-something paralegal and decided he preferred the younger model. In looking at Essie, that blew my mind. She stood six feet tall, had long blonde hair, and clearly took really good care of herself. She was wearing a light blouse over a sports bra, and a pair of yoga tights that accentuated her toned body. She was incredibly hot. Clearly, her ex was a complete idiot – and I told her as much. She nodded gratefully.

“So why do you want to be a cow,” Alina asked. “That seems so completely opposite from your life up until this point?”

Essie gave a beautiful, radiant smile.

“Exactly. I went to business school because of pressure from my family. I married my husband because of pressure from my family. I became an accountant because of pressure from my family. I’ve always given in to what they wanted, which was business-like and buttoned-down. But a part of me has always wanted to do something a little more daring. I remember my husband almost lost his shit when I went topless at South Beach – we never went anywhere near a topless beach ever again. Another time I created an Instagram account and posted two bikini pics. He went nuclear. In the end, he was the one who went off his nuts and ran off with that young little tramp, so this time it’s my turn. I want to be a cow and have all that freedom. Alternative humans can do so many more things that regular humans can’t, ...