Making the Milk Maid

By Ana Thalia

Surrogate mother/actress Stephanie is heading to California for fame and fortune. When her junker car breaks down in the middle of dairy country, she is rescued by some hunky farm hands with more on their minds than auto-mechanics. Being dairy farmers, they figure out she's lactating pretty fast, and she works out a deal so they would fix her car. But will the consummate actress find kinky role playing so engrossing she can't stop?

Warning: This 8300 word story contains explicit descriptions of a BDSM human dairy cow roleplaying scenes, complete with milking, suckling, domination, submission, anal sex, oral sex, creampies, and rough gangbang sex, not to mention lots of warm, sweet squirting milk. It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

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Excerpt:
"What if I helped around the house, like cooking and cleaning," Stephanie said slowly. That didn't get Farmer Fred's interest. "And other things, too."

"Other things?" Randy said, interest piqued as he stared at her chest.

Stephanie felt a thrill race up her spine. Or was it a chill? Her whole body felt energized. Her belly clenched and a warm wetness spread between her legs. With a big swallow, she pulled her sports bra off to reveal her big, milk-laden boobs.

"Got milk? I do," she said. She gave her boobs a firm squeeze, and milk came out to dripped off them onto the ground. If she squeezed hard enough, Stephanie could make them squirt. "I'll do...whatever, whoever you ask me to while you are working on my car."

"Really?" Farmer Fred said, pressing up close and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. One thick, callused hand cupped and squeezed a boob. "You are willing to do, to be anything I ask?"

"Y-Yes," she said, held by his determined eyes. "Anything."

About the Author:
Ana Thalia is a Texas writer. By day she is a hard working IT Professional, but at night she lets her hair down and writes to relax and entertain. She loves to write Fantasy, of the epic type, but sometimes she has other little fantasies that need to be told.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmokinHotPress
• Release date: Sep 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301856275

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MAKING THE MILK MAID

(A Dairy Farm Human Cow Story)

By

Ana Thalia

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Copyright 2013 by Ana Thalia

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Making the Milk Maid

(A Dairy Farm Human Cow Story)

Dammit, I should've sold your stupid ass and bought a ticket to LA, Stephanie said, brow creasing as her little car gave a sputter. She looked around nervously at the all but empty farmlands. She hadn't passed another car in an hour, and only occasionally saw a house. I'd already be there, and not have to worry about if you'll break down in the middle of Nowhere USA.

That twenty-two year old clunker was a reminder what an epic failure her life in Chicago had been. She'd thought Chicago would be fun and exciting after growing up on a farm in Ohio. Nope. It was all work, work, work. Sleep a few hours, and work some more just to make ends meet. Apparently a high school diploma and a killer set of tits only helped if she was willing to be a hooker or a stripper.

She found a better way. Secret surrogate to a filthy rich couple.

Stephanie had enough cash to live a couple years, so was headed to LA to find fame, fortune, and some really great parties. With a lot of time in the gym, she'd mostly regained her former pre-pregnancy body, only now she had an awesome milk-laden set of tits. That would go away, but she was enjoying them while they lasted. So had her many dates, too.

I bet you girls are going to be real popular in LA, she said, and laughed as she cupped on breast. Got milk? Yeah.

She threw her head back and laughed. The clunker chose that moment to give up the ghost. It sputtered, stalled, started with a roar, and then made a loud clunk sound, and…the engine died. Stephanie eyes were burning as her whole body tensed up, and she struggled turning the wheel to make it roll onto the shoulder of the road.

I hate you! I hate you! she cried, pounding on the