Daddy's Little Hucow

By Lola Little

I'm swelling and leaking and almost bursting right out of my work shirt. I can't hide my dripping melons anymore. I need a Daddy to milk me and suck me and do all kinds of things to me. My sexy new boss is a dominant Daddy with a real thirst for my innocent body and my fresh, creamy goodness. When he calls me into his office for a punishment spanking, I can't hide my dripping chest. Will I obey my instincts, become his little hucow and give up my innocence to satisfy the bareback alpha male as he drains me dry?
All characters 18+ and consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lola Little
• Release date: May 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005580995

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Daddy’s Little HUCOW

Explicit, Milking, Lactation, Human cow, BDSM Erotica, featuring two consenting adults.

By Lola Little

Copyright 2022 Lola Little

Published by Lola Little at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 1

Oh no. Not today! I thought, as it started to happen again. Why me? And Why now?

My big, pendulous breasts almost felt like they were swelling up. It was bad enough being a skinny eighteen-year-old with these two melons on my chest, without the crazy way they’d been swelling and throbbing too.

It didn't happen often — and I'd noticed it was only when I was around guys I liked. Guys I never dared to speak to. I'd never had a boyfriend, and not even kissed anyone. But the minute my new boss strode into the store last week, I knew he was the one.

Tall, muscular, with dark good looks, he was old enough to be my father. And old enough to know exactly how to handle me.

We all gathered for the morning meeting again, and he ran through the day’s tasks, making sure everyone knew their shift rotations.

He’d been here a week now, and my crush was only getting stronger every day. Mason Masters. I even loved his name. It sounded so manly and strong, just like him.

I stood at the back of the group,