In this stand-alone sequel to "Forced to Feed the Farm Hands," things heat up between Daisy the human dairy cow and Hank the farm foreman.
When Farmer Jones adjusts the formula of Factor M, the potion that induces lactation and produces Daisy's rich, creamy breast milk, the changes come with unintended side effects. While Daisy's already-wild sex drive becomes nearly insatiable, the farm hands she feeds with her milky breasts become more docile than ever and are no longer interested in satisfying her needs.
Fortunately for Daisy, Factor M has increased Hank's animalist behavior and the farm foreman is more than willing to take care of the human dairy cow's sexual needs – as long as he can do it on his rough and savage terms!
WARNING: This 5,600 word milking sex fantasy is dripping with adult themes and explicit content, including forced lactation, a very special milking machine, domination and submission, a humiliated human dairy cow, oral sex, anal sex, gushes of warm, sweet breast milk and hot, savage sex between a handsome farm foreman and an insatiable human dairy cow.
"Hank!" Daisy cried out, startled. "What are you doing here? You know my room is off limits." When she first joined the farm, Hank had made a habit of entering her room without permission. Frankly, the burly, animalistic farm foreman scared her, especially when they were alone.
"I knocked, but you didn't answer," Hank said, closing the distance between himself and the feeding assistant. "Thought I should make sure you were okay."
The predatory look in Hank's eyes convinced Daisy he had other motives and she took a step back. As Hank advanced toward her, she continued moving away from him until she was cornered at the back of the room with nowhere else to go.
"I think you should leave, Hank." Even though her heart was racing with fear, her body was responding to the musky heat that radiated off the hunky farm foreman. Her eyes traveled down his muscled torso, visible under his white t-shirt, stopping at the prominent bulge straining against the denim fabric of his blue jeans.
She licked her lips.
"Boss tells me that your needs aren't being met by the men," Hank said as he slowly unbuckled his belt. "Well I got needs, too, Daisy. And since I missed the morning milking, I figured we could help each other out."
Daisy hated to admit it, but she always looked forward to Hank's attention at her milking sessions. He liked to take her real rough, which she enjoyed more than she should have. "It's not my fault you weren't at this morning's milking session, Hank, or the one last night. You'll need to wait until today's evening session to take care of your needs."
"I don't think so," Hank said, his voice low and thick. He dropped his jeans to the floor and Daisy drew a sharp breath when she realized he wasn't wearing drawers.
"Mooo." The sound that escaped from deep in Daisy's throat might have been mistaken as a cry for help if she wasn't a human dairy cow. But the soft bellow, accompanied by the milk that suddenly seeped from her hard nipples, signaled her arousal. It was all the consent that Hank needed.
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