The Awe of Being a Hucow Ch. 14

Lemaringouin. Translation by Pimanko

A Day at the Office

It had been three weeks since Stephanie had left the dairy. She did as best as she could to express milk from her breasts, but she was unable to achieve the ecstasy she had experienced there. She had thoroughly and vigorously rubbed her clitoris and used dildos assiduously. Nothing worked. She was very upset. She beat herself up thinking about the wonderful moments she had spent with her companions but she still had no intention of returning to the dairy. She forced herself to resist every insistent demand that her body was making on her: to return to a life of maximum pleasure. Her only biggest problem was the need for her to express her milk almost every two hours.

And so, the days passed, in internal struggles and periodic expressions with the breast pumps on her teats. Each session to empty her huge breasts lasted at least twenty minutes What bothered her the most were the nozzles of her breast pumps. They were too short. The tips of her nipples butted against the bottoms of the nozzles, thus blocking easy expression of the milk. She had to make sure not to obstruct the suction port connected to the device's small vacuum pump. At the dairy, the nozzles were more elongated, like those on the milking machines used for cows, to prevent their teats from blocking the suction.

Stephanie resumed her work at the magazine. She had reclaimed her office which, fortunately, had no exterior windows. So, she was able to close her door and, every two hours, occupied herself with expressing the copious milk produced by her breasts. The technique was not perfect. She had to use the manual breast pump, the other being too noisy, but it at least afforded her some relief from internal soreness caused by the accumulation of milk produced.

She then applied herself to writing her article, the one Pierre had asked her for several months ago, but now she could add her personal experience in it. In her paper, she wanted to denounce the industry's government-subsidized side-business. After working hard on it, she was satisfied with her article.

One evening, she presented it to Pierre who said, "Ah, you finished your investigation. Leave it there. I'm going to read it this evening at home. Tomorrow, we'll talk about it."

"Eh?" Stephanie uttered, disappointed not to have Pierre's quick approval.

"I have to read it with a clear head. Go back home. Don't worry. We can send it in for printing tomorrow."

Stephanie left the document in Pierre's hands and headed for the office to get her things and return home. At home, she got a nice hot bath ready for herself, took off her clothing and let herself slide into the comforting, inviting water while connecting the electrical breast pumps to her teats. This was the best way to facilitate the expression of all the milk that she was carrying in her bosom. After a light supper, she prepared for bed and slept.

On the following day, she left early for her office. She wanted to meet Pierre early and get his approval for the article that she had written, denouncing what was taking place in female hucow dairies, the tolerance of authorities of them and the use of these places by the government to educate orphans or to punish delinquents under the guise of making them useful to society.

Pierre entered his office. "Good morning, Stephanie. Let's review your article. Come to the conference room where it's quieter. I also have to tell you that a public servant is already there. He wants to read your article before we print it."

"What? Why?"

"Well, because government subsidizes these institutions and has the right to review it. Don't worry. In general, he doesn't see any problems about what we write on the benefits of this industry.

Disappointed, Stephanie stood up and followed her boss. She had wanted to express milk from her breasts because it had been more than an hour since she had last done it. Both entered the room where a man in his mid-thirties was standing in front of the window. He was a handsome fellow, lean and well-muscled. He had clear eyes, was 1.75 meters (5' 7") tall and had a neatly cut beard. The sight of this fine-looking gentleman comforted Stephanie. She thought he would raise no objections to her work.

The meeting room felt overheated, which concerned her a little. Fortunately, she was lightly dressed since it was the height of summer. She wore a light blouse and a flared muslin skirt.

"Stephanie, let me introduce you to Richard. He works for the ministry of farming and agriculture. He's going to check the arguments you detailed in your article.

"Good morning, Stephanie. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Pierre had spoken well to me about you and about your allegations on the subject that interests us. It's rare to meet journalists who engage themselves so totally in the matters they deal with in their articles."

"Good, let's sit now and begin," said Pierre.

Stephanie took a chair. Pierre and Richard sat on each side of her. Each opened the file in front of them.

"Would you like something to drink, Richard?" Pierre asked.

"Yes, I'll take a beer. It's hot already and we're only halfway through the summer."

"I'll bring us three beers then."

Stephanie would have preferred a glass of water but Pierre had already left the room.

Richard turned to Stephanie and said, "I admire your devotion to your work. I believe you've passed three or four months on one of our institutions with the view of fully understand the insider's viewpoint. That's very laudable of you."

Not wanting to lose face, Stephanie could not admit that she was forced into it. She acquiesced with a big smile. Meanwhile, Pierre came back with three big glasses of fresh beer.

"A toast to the success of the meeting and Stephanie's article," Pierre then said.

Each took glass. All three toasted and drank a big gulp of the cool liquid.

"Well, let's look more closely at what you wrote, Stephanie," Richard then said. "The first paragraph is entirely correct. You describe the institutions, their comforts and amenities, accurately. It's perfect. Now, let's look at the second paragraph which makes reference to insiders. While you say the government profits from delinquents by sending them there, that's not its objective. We aim to reintegrate them in society by replacing their punishment in prison with activities that benefit society and help them take the right path. Furthermore, your references to orphans..."

The analysis of the article continued in detail, point by point, lasting a good hour. Stephanie began to feel the need to go to the washroom. Her bladder was beginning to fill thanks to the beer that she had ingested. Furthermore, her breasts began to feel engorged. They were sore. It had been almost three hours since she had expressed the nutritive liquid that they were producing. To hide her confusion, she began to wriggle a little on her chair, rubbing her thighs together and moving her shoulders to relieve the pressure of the bra on her breasts.

Richard noticed the wiggling. "Are you okay, Stephanie?" Richard asked. "You seem a bit upset. Do you mind my being personal?"

"No, I'm okay, but I have to go to the toilet."

"No, not right now. We're in the middle of evaluating your article. I see you seem to be troubled by your bra!"

Richard put his hand on Stephanie's bosom, gently lifting the right breast imprisoned in her clothes.

"Oh my, these breasts are very hard and swollen. That must really hurt! Let me show you how to relieve yourself without being observed. Stand up. I'll show you how to massage them."

Stephanie stood up. Richard placed himself behind her back. With both hands, he softly massaged her mammary glands, effectively giving the young woman some relief. He had technique. He knew what he was doing.

Pierre, who was standing in front of her, began to unbutton her blouse. He removed the garment from the shoulders of his colleague, letting the bra that held up her breasts come into view.

Richard continued to massage the glands and undid the undergarment's straps, allowing his hands to come into contact with Stephanie's skin. Pierre unhooked the bra by opening the clasp between the two cups, effectively releasing her two fully engorged, juice-filled breasts. Relieved, Stephanie could not react in view of the rapidity of the unfolding events. Richard continued the massage while sliding his warm hands from the base of breasts toward the tips of her nipples. Drops of milk pearled her teats.

"Oh," he cried, "we have to express milk as soon as possible. I'm sure they must hurt."

"I'm going to ask Claudine to bring in the equipment that you brought with you," Pierre answered.

Stephanie was surprised to hear that Claudine was there. It had been a while since she had seen her. Internally, she relished the thought but she found the situation rather embarrassing.

Claudine entered the meeting room pushing in a trolley that resembled a milking table like those Stephanie had used at the dairy.

She kissed Stephanie and said, "Hello, Stephanie, it's been a while since we've seen each other. I see you're doing well. But looking at your breasts, it seems to me you have an urgent need to express your milk. Come. Get on the table. It will only take a few moments and you'll feel relief.

Stephanie was trembling. "I need to go urinate."

Pierre put his hand under Stephanie's hem and touched his colleague's panty. It was wet when he withdrew it. He put it to his nose and smelled the odor that came from it. "Yes, it's true. It smells of urine but it also smells of the juices of arousal. Here, smell it. He extended his hand to Richard and Claudine who sniffed at the effluvium on it.

"Yes," they said," this little one is getting excited. It smells strongly of love juices. We have to do something about it."

"No, only after I go to the toilet," Stephanie objected.

"Don't worry," Claudine told her. "Everything you need is on this table. Go climb on it!"

Aided by the two men, Stephanie positioned herself on all-fours on two raised pads along the table shaped like legs. Her knees were wedged into concave pads. Claudine took the occasion tie her legs and wrists with Velcro straps to keep them in place and immobilize them.

Meanwhile, Richard took off the young woman's blouse and removed her bra, letting her milk-engorged breast to hang down. The blue veins coursing along her breasts was an indication of the quantity of milk stored in her mammary glands. Richard resumed the massaging of her breasts while Claudine approached with two nozzles tied to a milking machine installed under the table.

Pierre plugged the device onto a power outlet located on a nearby wall and turned on the vacuum pump. The ex-hucow's two teats sank deep into the nozzles, already letting continuous jets of milk to seep out. Much to her satisfaction, the alternating suctioning on Stephanie's breasts brought her relief. It helped her recall the agreeable milking sessions she had had at the dairy.

Pierre moved behind Stephanie and lifted her dress onto her hips, thereby revealing the young woman's red thong. "I see you like to wear thongs. The strap between your ass cheeks rubs against your anal opening when you're walking. You like that, don't you?"

Too busy trying to hold the liquid in her bladder, Stephanie, whose legs were spread open, didn't answer. She blushed. Richard noticed it right away.

Pierre took a pair of scissors out of his pocket and cut the thong's band, exposing Stephanie's anus. He took a tube of lubricant, which he had previously put in his pocket and covered her little hole with it. He then stuck in his finger to grease her colon.

Stephanie tried to move her hips, but since the Velcro straps were holding her in place, she conceded defeat and let the finger go in all the way to do its work, which at the same time, gave her some sensual satisfaction. She let go a sigh of contentment.

Pierre then took a plug out of his other pocket and put it on the entrance of her hole. He slowly pushed it in letting the instrument penetrate deeply into her anal canal. Stephanie sighed heavily. The memories of the time she spent at the dairy resurfaced. The speed of her breathing accelerated.

Claudine put a bean-shaped bedpan, like one used by hospitals, between her legs and said, "Now, let go! Dump your pee. There's no danger you're going to make us wet."

Stephanie, unable to hold back anymore, released a powerful jet of urine flow into the receptacle.

"That's good," said Richard. "You're doing exactly what cows do when they are milked. They piss a lot. It seems to give them a lot of pleasure. A veterinarian from our ministry told us that. Moreover, I'm sure she would love to be here. She's a cow specialist and also goes to hucow dairies. She told me that expelling all your fluids at the same time facilitates coupling with a producer. I think we're going to have such an experience right here with a woman who feels like a cow, just like you, Stephanie."

With a sardonic smile, he winked at Pierre and Claudine.

Claudine moved in front of Stephanie. Opening the jacket she was wearing, she revealed that her breasts were also engorged with milk. She took one in her hand and brought it to Stephanie's mouth. Having watched whole the scene, the latter instinctively opened her mouth and eagerly sucked in her friends long hard nipple. She greedily began to suck the appendage of its warm creamy milk. She swallowed the liquid like a gluttonous infant. Oh, how good it felt to once again experience the intense sensations she had left behind when she left the dairy.

Filled with Stephanie's urine, Pierre removed the receptacle and put it on the table. He loosened the belt on his trousers and let it drop to his feet and then showed his erect member to Stephanie. While still sucking on Claudine's teat, the latter looked lustfully at his standing member. Pierre climbed onto the table and lay underneath the hucow, who was lifted up by the pads, giving him enough space to put his sexual organ just in front of Stephanie's vaginal opening. The latter lowered herself as much as she could to grasp in the cock standing at her opening.

Pierre lifted his hip while Richard put a cushion under his buttocks to facilitate his friend's penetration of Stephanie's vagina. The latter began to emit cries of pleasure while continuing to suck on Claudine's teat which was firmly in her mouth. The warm milk was so good in addition to the hard, erect member filling her sex. What a delight! It had been such a long time since she had had a piece of meat in her vagina.

Richard stepped on a pedestal located at the back of the milking table, facing Stephanie's buttocks. He slowly withdrew the anal plug that had been inserted into the young woman's anus, moaning her disapproval that the intruder had left her now orphaned canal. Richard threw the plug on the floor and looked with fascination at the hole that had been opened by the instrument of pleasure. He positioned his cock in front of the enlarged hole and thrust his hips to fully penetrate her cavity.

Stephanie moaned in contentment, her colon once more finding the pleasure of having a warm invader occupying it. She released Claudine's teat and cried out her pleasure. That was it. Once more, she had found the pleasure that she had been missing for more than a month.

"Oh yes!" Her body quivered while the two phalluses took her alternatively, causing her carnal enjoyment to rise.

"You like that, don't you?" Claudine said. "You miss this, don't you?"

"Yes," Stephanie answered loudly.

"Louder," Claudine told her. "We didn't hear you."

"Yes!" Claudine cried even more loudly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I love it."

"You missed it, eh?"

"Yes," Stephanie said loudly.

"You need it?"

"Yes, I need it," she said sobbing.

"You need what?" Claudine demanded.

"I need to be impaled in all my holes. I need to feel hot flesh invade my insides, to have all the pleasures of ecstasy rise up in me."

"You're a true slut, eh?"

"Yes, I'm a real slut who demands more sex, who wants to discover the limits of pleasure. Ah, I'm cumming!" she cried more loudly and tearfully.

Claudine fondled her cheeks and said, "Yes, dear, enjoy with all your body. Those are tears of pleasure that you're giving us. We are here to help you feel all the pleasures of the flesh. Go on! Let us feel your wantonness, your happiness at being a true hucow, a woman at the service of pleasure. Let yourself go."

"Ah, oh, it's so good!" Stephanie answered while warms tears ran down her cheeks.

"Yes, I know. It's what you were waiting for, what you needed. It's vital to you."

"Yes, I miss it. Keep going, please. Make me climb to seventh heaven."

"No!" Pierre responded with authority, "the only way you're going to fully enjoy your sexuality is by returning to the dairy! Become a hucow again!"

"Do you want to come to us?" Claudine asked.

"Yes, I want to" Stephanie murmured, crying.

"Louder!" said Pierre.

"Yes, I want to," cried Stephanie, ashamed to admit that she was a born hucow.

"That's good," said Claudine. "Finally, you understand your true place there among us!"

She kissed Stephanie on the mouth and unhooked the milking machine, letting the hucow's breasts hang loose. Meanwhile, the two penises inserted in their respective receptacles ejaculated profusely. After several minutes, in order to catch their breaths, the two men pulled out of the holes that had accepted them.

Claudine placed herself to behind Stephanie. From under the milking table, she took out an anal plug, one that was bigger than first one. She brought it to Stephanie's anal orifice, which had been well dilated by Richard's attention to it, and, with little resistance managed to penetrate her completely with it, Stephanie made no complaint as she was still in a cloud of pleasure, sobbing without restraint.

Claudine sharply slapped Stephanie's ass cheeks several times. It seemed to take her out of her lethargy.

"Good, let her colleagues come in. They want to satisfy you too. They've been wanting to do this for a long time," Pierre said.

He headed toward the door of the meeting room and let Stephanie's co-workers come in. They waited with relish the opportunity to screw their boss.