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  MILKED BY THE DEAN

  COLLEGE HUCOW DIARIES 2

  By Tee Rise

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  This is a taboo, hardcore story that is strictly for adults only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

  All characters are over 21 years of age and all action is consensual.

  All characters and events are entirely fictional and any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved with the author, ©Tee Rise (2020-) and the publisher, Perfect10 Books (2020-). No FTG, prev:15 . No unauthorised reproduction of this material is authorised. Now, quit reading the small print and get ready for some hardcore action…

  CONTENTS

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  EPILOGUE

  AUTHOR PAGE & SNEAK PEEK

  -To Come-

  But, of course, this was his maze that he had designed at great cost. Of course he would find me. Just as I was about to shout out triumphantly, I felt his hands grab my from behind, squeezing hard on my breasts, causing me to moan loudly, my voice probably clear all the way back in the house.

  ‘Gotcha!’ He said, his fingers manipulating my nipples, pulling on them, stretching them out. ‘Now it’s time to give the Dean his daily milk!’

  With that, he began to pump my breasts from behind me, his naked lower half grinding up against my plaid skirt before I quickly unbuttoned it and let it drop to the floor, leaving me just in my panties.

  ‘Dean, my cream, it’s close, mmmmmmph,’ I gasped, grinding my ass back onto his substantial and now throbbing dick as he continued to squeeze and work my breasts, edging the milk closer to release with every touch.

  ‘Time for me to taste test the hucow,’ Pritchard said, spinning me round and burying his face into my breasts, his tongue working over my nipples as his hands continued to pump and squeeze, over and over, harder, faster, until…

  ‘Urrrrgh, oh God,’ I cried, his expert working of my titties causing a hard blast of milk to break through, covering his face and now blasting into his mouth. ‘Oh God, I think I’m… cumming too, oh shit.’

  I felt Pritchard then wedgie my panties high up into my ass cheeks and right up inside my pussy too, the friction of the smooth material against my pussy and clitty sending me over the edge and making me cum hard and loud as my milk went into overdrive, filling his mouth in seconds, each time causing him to swallow hard and go again for a refill.

  -end of preview-

  PROLOGUE

  So, I had gone from twenty one year old college senior to campus hucow. I mean, after the intensity and sheer milky filled ecstasy of my milking by Professor Rock, it was like I had a new sense of myself.

  I embraced my hucow status.

  My breasts seemed to respond to this, producing more and more milk, often meaning that I would need a full milking twice a week, which prior to my encounter with Professor Rock, would have been almost unheard of.

  Rock ensured that my place on the post-grad PhD in Paris was secure for the next academic year, and this meant that I could relax a little bit with my assignments, not get so stressed by the crazily high grade requirements. But there was on issue about studying in Paris.

  The funding… namely, how much it was and where I would raise the astronomic amount to cover my tuition there, my living costs, and my travel.

  Sure, I could apply to various agencies, but as big as Professor Rock was, he didn’t carry as much weight. No, I would have to ask the Dean for help.

  But the question was, what would he want in return?

  CHAPTER ONE

  I decided to not even try to put on my bra. My titties were so full of milk, my areola and nipples were stretched, sensitive, and ready to feel hands on them to draw the milk out…

  I caught myself in the reflection of the mirror in my dorm room. My titties were bouncing and crashing around as I walked from one side of my room to the other, standing loud and proud out from my body, their weight noticeable now, the contrast with my lithe, slender body made a striking image.

  My ass had swollen a little too, but this was more to do with the intense booty workout I had been doing to build my strength for harder milkings, more intense fuckings. I made no secret of the fact I was enjoying my life as an out and proud hucow, and one of the side affects of this was the fact that I was drawing the attention of some of the biggest, most powerful jocks on campus.

  The kind who enjoyed rough, tough sex that pushed my body to the limits. I guess I’ll tell you more about that in my next story, but right now my attention was focused on this meeting I had arranged with the dean. Ah yes, Dean Pritchard.

  He was a relatively young Dean, early forties but with a body that a man in his twenties would be proud of. He was one of these all action kind of guys, and coming from a wealthy family he had pretty much conquered every kind of out there, wild, exotic sporting challenge. The way he would parade himself around campus in his tight t-shirts, always tucked into a pair of equally form fitting chinos… he was hot, and he knew it all too well.

  Also, he was arrogant, rude, and not afraid to go against the grain. This had actually raise the profile of the college, with some of his more out-there proclamations garnering the place a lot of media attention from the wider media. I guess in some ways this was good, as it helped raised funds and interest in the college, and de facto then its pupils, but it also cause a lot of media shit-storms and it could be quite irritating trying to get into a lecture when there were literally paparazzi all over the place, blocking doorways and the like.

  Anyway, I knew that if I could play my cards right with him then he would be able to sort out my funding, pull a few strings, call on some contacts in Europe. With that in mind, I picked out a pair of cute little panties, a perfectly pristine pair of cheerleader style high-cut white panties. On top of them I decided to go the full way and put on a short, plaid skirt that was kind of mid-length, coming halfway down my thighs.

  But what about the top?

  I didn’t want anything outrageously flirtatious, I wanted to show him that I was more than just a pair of milk filled titties. So, in an attempt at some sartorial humor, I put on a t-shirt, white, and tucked it in to my skirt, kind of a play on his style. I figured I should go big, really make an impression, and a little gentle teasing of him like this could really go down well. Or badly. But I knew the risks involved.

  I wanted a large amount of money, playing it safe wasn’t going to cut it.

  I checked the time and saw that I was bang on schedule. I picked up my room keys, my backpack, and made my way out. I was going to get that funding, no matter what…

  CHAPTER TWO

  I hopped onto my one-speed fixed-gear bicycle and casually cruised across campus. The wind in my hair felt good. It was pretty hot day, so the breeze I was able to generate kept me a little cooler.

  I stopped half way to pick up a bottle of water. Well, refill my reusable metal bottle at the free water dispenser I should say. I really tried to avoid plastic wherever I could. The little things all add up, I believe.

  Then, I took the left turn by the Grand Hall and down the short private driveway to the Dean Pritchard’s building…

  It was grand, one of the finest houses on campus, as you might expect. There had been some controversy last semester when it was discovered he had spent one hundred thousand dollars renovating the gardens. I figured it wasn’t such a big deal, but certain sections of the more politically active student body were apoplectic. But, looking at the gardens now, I had to concede that they really did look superb!

>   I pressed the buzzer on the door and was greeted by Pritchard’s secretary, a woman in her forties who had that real kind of super curvy, MILF vibe to her. I cast my eyes up and down, a little taken aback that she was in full-on yoga apparel. A grey one piece leotard that emphasised her curves, and with her hair pulled up high and tight in a ponytail, she really did look like she was ready for some hard core stretching.

  Her eyes looked me over too…

  ‘Ah yes, you’re here then,’ She said, her tone hard to accurately call. ‘Follow me.’

  I walked behind her, her ass swaying and jiggling almost hypnotically as we made our way through the grand hall, then via the large kitchen area tht also looked like it had been in recent receipt of a ultra-chic, and apparently very expensive, makeover. We stopped at the back door that led out into the gardens.

  ‘Dean, your guest is here to see you now, shall I send her forward?’ The woman said, turning to me and almost licking her lips, her eyes now clearly tuned in to my titties as they wobbled and protruded proudly underneath my t-shirt.

  ‘Yeah! Send her!’ Dean Pritchad’s voice came back from somewhere inside the hedgerow maze. ‘Tell her she’s got three minutes to find me, or else!’

  ‘Well, you heard the Dean…’ She said. ‘I wouldn’t keep him waiting if I was you.’

  CHAPTER THREE

  ‘Warmer! Warmer!’ Dean Pritchard’s voice boomed somewhere close, but still not visible to me. ‘You’ve only got a minute left by my calculations.’

  Was he being for real? I figured this was classic Pritchard, the kind of outrageous stunt-like behaviour he was known for. But what choice did I have other than to play along with him.

  I ran towards a turning , spotting a small gap at the bottom of a hedgerow, like a short-cut or something, and on my hands and knees crawled through.

  Success! There he was! I had made it!

  ‘Well, congratulations for finding me,’ Pritchard said, a smug look on his handsome face. ‘But sadly you just missed the cut off point. So, what does that mean for your funding application?’

  He was testing me, pushing me, seeing what he could get away with. I decided to play it aggressive, try and push back on him, see how he responded.

  ‘Dean, I am a high achiever with unique skillsets,’ I said. ‘I want that funding and you’re going to get it for me.’

  As I was saying this, I walked towards him, my titties shaking and crashing. I put my hands on my shirt and lifted it up, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the ground. I was now standing there topless, my heaving breasts and rock hard nipples on display.

  I could see that Dean Pritchard was into this, that he was willing to go along with my bold move. The truth was, up close like this I could see why he was so full of himself. He had the looks, and the natural charisma that just emanated from those who have it with a kind of uncontrollable and irresistible self-assuredness.

  ‘Now, Sir,’ I said, making my boldest play yet. ‘If you want these, my milky, cream filled hucow titties, if you want their milk, you’ll count to twenty and then find me within two minutes. Now shut your eyes and get counting.’

  For a second I wasn’t sure if he was going to go for it. But then as he held his hands up to his eyes and began to count, I knew it was on. I turned and ran, there was no way I was going to make this easy for him.

  My pussy wet from excitement, my clitty beginning to throb, I ran fast and hard, holding my squished-up titties, aware that in less than three minutes I would be earning every penny of my European funding.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ‘You’ve only got thirty seconds left, Dean!’ I shouted, genuinely now wondering whether he would find me in time.

  But, of course, this was his maze that he had designed at great cost. Of course he would find me. Just as I was about to shout out triumphantly, I felt his hands grab my from behind, squeezing hard on my breasts, causing me to moan loudly, my voice probably clear all the way back in the house.

  ‘Gotcha!’ He said, his fingers manipulating my nipples, pulling on them, stretching them out. ‘Now it’s time to give the Dean his daily milk!’

  With that, he began to pump my breasts from behind me, his naked lower half grinding up against my plaid skirt before I quickly unbuttoned it and let it drop to the floor, leaving me just in my panties.

  ‘Dean, my cream, it’s close, mmmmmmph,’ I gasped, grinding my ass back onto his substantial and now throbbing dick as he continued to squeeze and work my breasts, edging the milk closer to release with every touch.

  ‘Time for me to taste test the hucow,’ Pritchard said, spinning me round and burying his face into my breasts, his tongue working over my nipples as his hands continued to pump and squeeze, over and over, harder, faster, until…

  ‘Urrrrgh, oh God,’ I cried, his expert working of my titties causing a hard blast of milk to break through, covering his face and now blasting into his mouth. ‘Oh God, I think I’m… cumming too, oh shit.’

  I felt Pritchard then wedgie my panties high up into my ass cheeks and right up inside my pussy too, the friction of the smooth material against my pussy and clitty sending me over the edge and making me cum hard and loud as my milk went into overdrive, filling his mouth in seconds, each time causing him to swallow hard and go again for a refill.

  He was thirsty for my cream, and I had plenty to give him.

  ‘Keep it coming, give me that cream,’ Pritchard said, holding me by my neck as I came again, this time feeling Pritchard lifting my panties even higher into my cunt, working them around my pussy lips, my ass crack, stretching them until I heard them snap and rip, coming away form my body entirely. ‘Turn around, give me that ass.’

  I turned and gripped onto a stone sculpture, pushing my ass and pussy out, not caring which hole he used first, only knowing that I needed his dick inside me right this second. My milk continued to squirt too, making a large puddle on the floor beneath us, Pritchard’s dick now stretching my pussy as he fucked me hard, fast, wildly, his hands reaching to my titties as they bounced, grabbing them on at a time and pulling on the nipples, squeezing them at the base to, working out every last drop of milk.

  He came deep inside me, his hot spunk filling my cunt. Even as it began to drip out of me, he wasn’t quite finished. He turned me around and suckled and drained my breasts for every last drop, my head now spinning from the milking and the several orgasms I had experienced. I was barely able to function, only groan in pleasure at the sheer explosiveness of what had happened, the satisfaction and post-milking glow coming over me as he finally finished me off, allowing me to then collapse on the floor of the maze.

  ‘Ms January will be out to clean you up, hucow,’ Pritchard said, spunk dripping off his cum, pussy juice, and milk covered dick as it settled back down to its normal, but still thick and impressive, size. ‘So far this looks like the funding will be possible, but I think we’ll continue the meeting back at the house. Over dinner. And over-night too.’

  I grunted my approval, the power of speech not having returned yet, the orgasms just wiping me out. He must have cum hard, I could still feel his semen seeping out of me. I looked at my nipples, hard, raw, but drained.

  Still, there was something about Pritchard, something so compelling, that I knew it wouldn’t be long before my titties were filling up again…

  EPILOGUE

  I got the funding, of course. I also got another hard, orgasm filled milking at the hands and dick of the Dean. With the funding secure, I was now able to enjoy the rest of the senior year with absolutely no stress or pressure. Life was great.

  As the campus hucow it was even better. But remembered I told you about the jocks on campus? Well, I was about to experience the biggest, strongest and toughest of them all. Stay tuned for my Hucow College Diaries 3 where all will be revealed…

  For now, be good and make sure to get your daily dose of sweet, hucow cream.

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