The Coin
Chapter 3
Mandy shakes her head, trying to clear the haze, her surroundings shimmering and then solidifying. She’s in a barn, on a farm. Rows of corrals line up inside the barn as women work in each stall. As the women lean over, she sees a tattoo on each of their backs with the letters MR on them. It looks more like a brand than a simple tattoo.
As each woman bends over she notices the size of their breasts, how full they seem, some of the women seem to be almost moaning. Other women start to put pumps on the women’s breasts, the machinery coming to life with the steadily squirting sound of lactating women as they moan and groan from the milking.
Soon she finds herself at her stall. The stall had cushions on the ground and a place to rest her head while her breasts hang down. The stablehand helped her unbuttons her overalls and lowers her into place as a cool lubricant is rubbed over her breast making them feel stimulated and tingling. The milking devices are attached with a strong sucking sound sealing around her breast, the sensations of her breast sucking on her makes her moan suddenly as the stablehand behind her asks if she wants the full hook up.
Her mind reels as she thinks what that might mean then simply nods unsure what to expect as she hears something being attached to the door behind her. The door closes as she feels the two vibrators enter her, her eyes widen as they start to buzz and hum making her body quiver with delight as she lets out a moaning moo suddenly without thinking “OOOH Mooooo ooooh Fuuuuuuuckkkk” she groaned as the barn echoed in the wild humming of milking machines and buzzing of toys. The coin in the overalls pocket glowing and buzzing.
Is this it, then, she’s a hucow? Destined to be milked and fucked forever? She moans with pleasure. Why couldn’t she be a cowgirl instead of a hucow? She moans again as the shimmering comes back.
Hours had ed, or was it minutes as one of the stablehands pulled her out of the stall. She shook her head looking down to see she is now dressed in an exaggerated cowgirl outfit, gray cotton shirt tied beneath her huge tits, a leather vest on over that, chaps on her legs but no jeans, and then sexy cowgirl boots.
“Come on Randy Mandy, we’ve got a lost cow poke out there and we need you to ride on out there and find him. Now git!!” I see the horse and quickly mount up and head out on to the range.
The horse shudders to a stop as she looks around in a flurry of dust. She dismounts and runs to the man, her heart racing, her breath frantic as her breasts try to spill free from her plaid shirt. She kneels down in front of him feeling his chest rise and fall she can see his erection throbbing tight in his pants. She knows what she must do. Her hand slides over feeling the bulging form of his phallus as it throbs in his tight pants.
She grips the zipper slowly pulling it down, the sound almost reverberating on her fingers as she releases his raging member straight into the air. She looks at his panting form, his forehead feverish, and slides over him slowly lowering herself onto his shaft as she slips the mushroom tip into her, his eyes open wide and his hand slip to her waits as she drops hard onto his shaft making a howling moan as if to challenge the gods of lust to dare stop her.
This will work, i will heal him, i will nurse and fuck him back to health. I’m a nurse saving people. The coin in her leather vest pocket glows again and she thinks she hears a hospital PA barking out “Nurse Mandy to ER Bay 4, stat, patient needs a blowjob or else we’ll lose them.” Fade to black.