Hucow Hotline by Bessie Hucow

All it took was one phone call…


Having manned the Hucow Hotline for several months, Jennifer had had enough. She wanted to know what it was like to be a Hucow. She wanted to be able to empathize with the women who called her for help. How did it feel to have large, leaky…well, you know? To be horny and fertile all the time? And - more importantly - to be dominated by a strong, muscular cowboy? She couldn’t wait to learn how it felt to submit herself to a man.

It was time for Doug, the cowboy, to clock out. He’d already serviced several new Hucows today and was ready to just go home and spend a quiet evening alone. But - duty calls. A new Hucow was waiting for him in the barn. Putting back on his stetson, he turned around and stepped into the large room.

One more cow, he thought as he surveyed the barn. His eyes fell on Jennifer. She’d probably be just like all the other cows…right?

One look from her lustful eyes told him that he was wrong. Very wrong.