Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm - Sex Stories

Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm

... since Mike drank from her utters. She wondered what happened to Mike when the two Russian goons took him but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. These guys looked serious.

The truck took a left turn and the brakes squeaked as the truck came to a stop. It was dark in the back of the truck and Tiffany couldn’t see anything. She heard footsteps and then the click as they unlocked the back door. It slid up and bright moonlight hit her sensitive, round, brown eyes. She squinted against the harsh light. “Let’s go cow,” one of the goons said. “You’re home.”

Tiffany crawled forward on her hands and knees and down the ramp of the truck. The two goons watched as her enormous, swollen breasts swung from side to side. One bit his lip and got a good look at her wet snatch. It had been ten hours since the last time that she had been fucked and her pussy was aching. It needed to be filled. And fast. The high dose of transformation pills were still flowing through her body and making her crazy. It was torture to leave her like this.

They were on some kind of farm in the early hours of the morning, just before the sun came up. There was a large barn in the distance and a mansion, which looked more like a compound with two snipers patrolling on the roof, to the right of them about fifty yards away. One of the goons with a long beard looked around. “Do you think we can test her out?” he said.

The other goon had a large tattoo of a snake on his neck. He shook his head. “If the boss ...

... finds out he’ll kill us.”

“But look at that pussy,” the bearded one said. “It will be worth it. You tried her milk. It was incredible. I want more. I want to suck those tits until they’re empty.” Tiffany moaned. She wanted that too. “See? She wants some cock.”

The tattooed goon rubbed his chin. “Okay let’s bring her to the servant’s quarters quick. The boss never goes in there.” They led Tiffany around the mansion to a smaller, not as nice, wing of the place where the servants lived. A lanky, older man wearing a tuxedo opened the door. He looked down at Tiffany with wide eyes.

The tattooed goon grabbed him by the collar and yanked him out the door. He flew to the ground and rolled on the dusty ground. “Piss off Sergei,” the goon hissed at him. “Anyone else in there?”

The servant stood up and dusted off his jacket. “Just Annick,” he said, staring at Tiffany’s ass.

Both goons grinned. “Perfect,” the bearded one said. He stepped towards Sergei, drew his gun, and put the barrel in the old man’s mouth. “If you tell anyone about this…I’ll blow your brains out and feed them to the pigs. Understand?” The servant, staring at the gun in his mouth, nodded his head. “Good. Now piss off,” he said. The servant ran away.

Tiffany waddled inside the house after the goons. They walked into a small kitchen with curling up, yellow, linoleum tiles on the floor and old faded wallpaper that was peeling off, exposing the old dry wall underneath. “Annick!” the bearded one yelled.

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