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

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

... are putting on an incredibly hot show. The scent of pussy and saffron fills the air. Tori, the other beta she-wolf is sitting at the picnic table next to her alpha, Lyca, who is folding up the contract and tucking it safely away in an attache, while saying she would email me a copy of the paperwork. Lyca’s ass and her spot on the picnic bench are soaking wet as streamers of my bull come and her wolfen grool continue to trickle from her cunt.

Okay, so with that graphic de***********ion, we can roll the action again…

“What did you say?” Bibi, said. “How dare you talk to your grandmother that way.”

“No, Bibi, how dare you talk to me that way,” I shot back. “You pushed my mother, my wife, my mother-in-law into this, forcing me into a corner. You wanted me dead. I’m not upset about being a bull or about having a herd of cows, but I am upset about how it came to be and upset that you planned to murder me. I understand you want to be a cow, that’s fine, but your behavior is not okay. If you want to be part of my herd, be courteous and respectful like the rest of us.”

Bibi’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I get it. Now that you’re the bull, you think you’re hot shit. I know you, I’ve known you since you were a kid. I know that underneath you are still that little milquetoast wimp you’ve always been. So back down. You lose. I’m in charge here.”

I shook my head and simply said “No, you’re not.”

Lyca tapped me on the shoulder. “I have security staff on standby,” she said. “I can ...

... have a couple of burly wolf dudes here to escort her off the property inside fifteen minutes.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I can handle her.”

“Okay,” Lyca nodded, then turned to my grandmother. “Women your age who become cows…” she began, but my grandmother cut her off.

“I don’t need help from a fucking dog,” Bibi said.

“You just should know that golden age women who…” Lyca started again, but again Bibi cut her off.

“Are you deaf or stupid? Get lost, mutt.”

Lyca made a dismissive gesture and stood up, gathering her clothes and belongings. She pecked me on the cheek.

“The security squad will be here by five, and I’ll be back tomorrow with the rest of the team. If things get out of control with Ms. Personality here, just call. Thanks for your business and for the earth-shattering bull fuck. I look forward to getting more of that cock.” She stroked my meat one last time, gave Violet a hug, then gestured for Tori and Xana to follow her to the SUV.

As if an afterthought, Lyca came back with a black case and a large black duffel bag.

“The case has a couple of cameras, batteries, and memory sticks,” she said. “If you want to do some filming for stuff you can post on your OF or other sites when they are set up, have fun. The duffel bag has a ***********ion of toys. Tomorrow my team can work out what nasty little sex aids you want to use in your videos and stage shows, but these will get you started.”

She returned to her beta wolves by the SUV. They hopped in ...