Breeding on the Farm
Breeding on the Farm
by Elliot Silvestri
copyright 2013 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
Also by Elliot Silvestri
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Astrophil & Stella
The Breast of Dawn
The Breast of Day
The Breast of Night
Bringing in Casey’s Cream
The Cheating Secret
The Collegiate Milkmaid
Costume Drama #1 – Kinky Nerds
Costume Drama #2 – Kinky Nerds
Cul-De-Sac: A Suburban Erotica in Around
Dollar Milk Maid
Emergent Milk
Gretchen’s Twins
Good Boy Sub
His and Hers Affairs
Jillian’s Contract
Kassie’s Service
Lessons with Mrs. Tavorski
The Let Down Reflex
Luke’s Milkmaids
Margeaux Known As
Ménage á Milk
Milk Addict
The Milk Thief
Milke & Cookie
Milking the O’Malleys
Misanthrope – First Summer
My Submissive Pair
Never Too Many Pregos
Pain Makes You Beautiful
Penny’s Secret Life
The Prince’s Whores
The Red Collar
Rosemilk
Selling Myself
Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others
Sweet Susan
Swinging Ring
Taking Gwendolyn
Too Intimate Sibs
The Troll’s Trollop
True Cow Girl
Victor’s Chastity
A Virgin Sacrifice
Without Your Wife
Collections
The Breast of Dawn: The Elf Milk Collection
The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 1
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 2
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 3
Roman Charity: Four Tales of Erotic Lactation
Roman Charity 2: Four More Tales of Erotic Lactation
Contents
Chapter One
Training new attendants was always a pain in the ass. A lot of them thought it would be a fun and sexy way to earn some cash. The moment when they figured out that being an attendant on the Farm was actually work half the group of ten immediately dropped out and took their meager pay envelopes with them.
Kim wasn’t disturbed by this. She had expected it. The three women and two men that remained were the cream of the crop and though they would be working, it wouldn’t be nearly as hard or disgusting as she had made it out to be. Yes, it was sex work. Yes, it was semi-legal at times. But it paid well for those who were willing to get their hands—and other body parts—dirty in a mostly metaphorical sense.
She looked over the group waiting expectantly in the common room. None of the clients had arrived yet for the evening’s activities so they still had time to mentally prepare themselves. Alissa was the tall blonde with the big tits; she was going to be a hit with almost everyone who attended the Farm. Aleksandra was a moderately drab brunette who wasn’t especially beautiful or tall or noteworthy in appearance, but she was the randiest of the recruits having propositioned everyone in the training class, a few of the regular workers, and Kim herself. Ryann was a cute little redhead who was eager to please and could apparently take a great deal of pain. She would be a hit for the guests who liked to spank their partners. All three women wore their traditional French maid costumes well. They should, they were custom tailored to their measurements.
Of the men Michael had surprised her. He was almost too much for the Farm. His face was rather plain, but he had huge muscles—but a sweet disposition—and many of the female, and a few male, guests would want him waiting on them. In the Farm’s standard issue leather pants and chest harness he was an incredible sight. He would be in high demand once the Farm’s regulars got wind of him.
But it was Dylan who Kim couldn’t tear her eyes away from. Not nearly as muscular as Michael he still cut an impressive figure in his leather pants and harness. Sandy brown hair topped his head and matched a small patch of ...