Dairy Slave

By Jeff White

An adult book containing graphic sexual descriptions. Not for sale to under-18s.

Jenni was a whore, earning small sums from strangers she picked up. Then the hugely wealthy Damian asked her to work for him, as a hostess. His only condition was that she was to produce milk, human breast milk, for him to share with his friends and colleagues.

Jenni soon finds that milk is not the only one of her body fluids the men are interested in when Damian asks her to fill his wine glass from her bladder.

On the night she is to conceive Jenni is gang-banged by Damian and eight of his friends, so that she won't know who the father is. Nine months later she starts producing the milk her Master was waiting for.
An excerpt from the book:

"She started to feel relief straight away as her milk dribbled from her and into a glass jug. Damian started milking her other side then and she could see the clear liquid building up. Damian stepped away then to let his friends try their hand at milking his human cow. He explained to them, "The first milk a woman produces is this clear liquid, colostrum. She will only be making it for a day or two before she starts to produce proper milk, so we must make the most of it!" Between them the men managed to draw enough milk from Jenni to half-fill the jugs; she went back to her seat, still naked, and Francis went around the table pouring a little of the warm colostrum onto each of the puddings.

When they had all finished eating Damian stood up and took Jenni's hand. "Come, my dear. My friends have been waiting for almost nine months for this opportunity to have you straight after giving birth!" He led her to the lounge, where once again there was a mattress on the floor ..."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Apr 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301540129

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

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The Dairy Slave

By

Jeff White

Published by Jeff White

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2013 Jeff White

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Contents

1 – An Offer Made

2 – First Night

3 – Impregnation

4 – Birth

5 – After-Birth Party

6 – Dairy Cow

Bonus Read

Other Books by Jeff White

Index of Erotica

An Offer Made

Jenni lay in the bath, carefully scraping the last bits of stubble from her groin. She knew she wouldn't get any peace in there for much longer: one of the other girls was bound to start knocking and asking her to hurry up. It was difficult living five girls in a house with just one bathroom especially with the job they all did. Their clients expected them to be clean after all.

She put the razor down and her fingers just briefly wandered between her legs. She wanted to come. Even though she had a lot of sex she didn't get many orgasms; her own pleasure was not her clients' priority! She stroked her clitoris and was just about to give herself up to the feelings when there was a knock on the door.

Jen, you going to be long? I've got to go to work.

Just finishing off, Barb. Jenni reached for the plug and as the water drained away she pulled a towel around herself. Next time maybe?

*******

She was just finishing her make-up when her phone rang. She looked at the screen; she didn't know the number but why would she? She did a lot of business with strangers. She accepted the call. Hi, Jenni here. How can I help?

The voice at the other end said, On the contrary, I might be able to help you.

Inwardly, Jenni sighed. This sounded like a nuisance call, but she had to hear him out for a while just in case she was wrong. That sounds nice. How would you do that?

My name's Damian. I was one of the men you, um, entertained at a party last month. Not that it matters, but I was the tall guy with the fair hair.

Jenni's interest was suddenly aroused. Of course, she remembered the stag party. A group of five men who paid her very well for looking after their needs. She also remembered the tall fair-haired man. One of the best bodies she'd seen in a while: solid muscle, with not an ounce of fat on him, a bigger than average cock; not the sort of man who regularly used whores, she thought. Oddly, she'd come very close to coming when he did her, but of course that would have been unprofessional. She said, Yes I do remember. Big blue eyes?

On the other end of the connection Damian laughed. I didn't think a girl like you would remember men at all!

It would be very rude not to remember my business associates surely. So what can you do for me?

I have a proposition I'd like to put to you. It might be something quite worth your while.

Jenni had the street-wise suspicion that was typical of working girls. Ok. But I just want to make it clear that I don't do freebies.

There was another rumble of laughter from Damian. That's fair. So how much do you charge for a thirty minute conversation?

Just talking?

Just talking.

She thought for a moment. On the one hand, if he had a serious offer for her she shouldn't risk scaring him away. What's half an hour after all? On the other hand, a girl has to make a living. £50.

Damian said, I hope you know some long words for that, young lady. But it's a deal. Get a taxi here, I'll pay the driver when you arrive.

What now?

Unless you're busy, of course.

Jenni had just been planning to go for a walk and see who was about. A taxi ride and £50 sounded a much better idea. Now's good. Where do you live?

*******

The taxi pulled up outside an address in St. John's Wood. Jenni looked through the wrought iron gates at the big house set back from the road; surely this couldn't be right. What would a man who lived in a place like this want from a