Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts I - VI - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts I - VI

... those after-cost proceeds are split 50-50 in most cases between the herd and the pack. I come out once a week for an inspection to make sure you guys would pass code, which includes testing the cow’s milk and the bull’s cock.” She smiled.

“If I tried to put my bull cock in any of your holes, I’d kill you.”

“She-wolf alphas and betas can take bull cocks vaginally. If we execute a security contract today, you’ll be giving me my first run-through shortly. Just keep in mind, she-wolves stay away from the cows’ cunts – for obvious reasons. We don’t want to be turned into cows ourselves. So does this all sound palatable?”

Alina and I looked at each other, then we both nodded.

“Fair enough,” I said. “I look forward to giving you a taste of some bull meat. The security piece is definitely a go. What other business services are you offering?”

Lyca smiled. “This is where it starts to get fun,” she said. “You’ve got a great spread here, lots of room for additional structures and initiatives. The simplest is flavored milk. We have a nutritionist work with you to work out a diet from some of your cows that will have them producing chocolate, strawberry, raspberry, banana or other flavored milks. It adds about 25% to the sale value.”

“Interesting idea.”

“And we’ve got a lot more. Let’s spice things up. Literally everyone loves to watch cows. And everyone would love to watch cows milk, watch cows get fucked by their bulls, watch cows do just about anything. So there ...

... are a lot of money-making opportunities.”

“Cow voyeurism?”

“If you wish, you can totally call it that,” Lyca replied. “But this is the age of Internet voyeurism, after all. So coming back to business, for starters, there’s grazing. I see two cows up in your field naked, munching on the clover, and since we’ve been here talking, two cars have stopped along the side of the road to gawk or take pictures. That’s a missed opportunity. The fence we put up should be a privacy fence with bleachers by the pasture. Then we can charge folks to watch the cows graze, and do the other things that cows do when grazing – for example frolicking like they are now,” she said, nodding towards the pasture. Sure enough, Ykaterina and Angela were kissing and petting.

Lyca continued. “Then there’s milking. There are two ways to handle the milking. You can either have a common milking viewing area where folks pay to get a stadium-style seat for the morning or evening milking, or – if you want to really rake in money – you can have each milking stall set up in front of a plexiglass wall with a private viewing booth in front of them. While they milk, the person in the private booth can do whatever they like – in private seen only by the cow.”

“I assume this is something popular among the lonely guys,” I said.

“You might be surprised. Women and couples make up about 75% of your milk viewing audience. Big cow udders have a universal appeal, even to women.”

“Wow.”

“The next possibility ...