Bred, Pregnant and Choices to make
Start at the end and go back to the beginning is the best way to do this. My name is Lynn. I am now 43 yrs. old. Auburn hair shoulder length, hazel greenish eyes, engorged tits filling up with milk daily, eight months pregnant and I have to decide on if I want to continue on this course in life I have ended up involved with or go back after the baby is born.
So let me start 14 months ago. It was early spring. I work for a private banking house. Yes we still have these in the United States hidden away catering to very select clientele. I am one of the senior vice presidents. I started with this firm when I was fresh out of an Ivy League MBA program. I have been here closing in on 15 years. We employ about 150 people totally. I am married, both of my kids are moved out and making it on their own. My hubby, Mark, is an Architect and is pretty well known for his thrown back styling.
Every spring we do a spring picnic for clients and employees and all there family members. This time one of my co-workers I work closely with girlfriend showed up about six months pregnant. I asked Terrence, the co-worker, what was up with that. Terrence is a very handsome black man, tall, athletic body type, 6-4ish, shaved head, mustache and goatee. I have never asked, but I am guessing he is mid-forties but looks way younger. Rose, his girlfriend is a like 5-7, normally slender when not with child. Not pretty, but not ugly either, white, younger by I am guessing 10 to 15 years Than Terence.
Why do I mention these two people? Well these two ended up sitting at the same small table at the spring picnic. Me and Terrence reached the table first. I asked Terrence when he was going to tell me about his girlfriend.
"She is not my girlfriend, she is my live in cow." was his reply, very mater of factly stated I might add. I asked him if he didn't think that was a little rude. He informed me that was not rude, but the fact. She had agreed to be bred and milked for profit. I looked at him in total shock. He said to grow up it has been going on for decades right under everyone's nose. That Rose would be bred again in 11 months and in the meantime she will be milked multiple times a day and it sold to human milk banks.
"So what about the baby, are you going to hire a nanny to take care of your babies?"
He laughed and quietly said the babies are adopted out to those that want American born babies to adopt. He said all her expenses are covered by a couple that has already adopted the baby. I looked at him completely horrified and all I could mutters was "You're shittin me, that is so fucked up." At was this time we were joined by Mark and Rose.
I was mostly quiet for the longest time. After a bit Lou shows up. He is an older man in his late 60's. He has been with the banking house since he was 17 cleaning the place after hours for extra money. He is the COO and a sexist pervert that flirts and gets touch feely with every women in the bank. He is harmless though so we tolerate it. He is so in love with his wife if any of us ladies every said yes to his passes he would faint. This party also celebrates his 40th wedding anniversary so he is in prime form. He comes up and stops behind Rose and starts massaging her shoulders and asked where she had been hidden and scolds Terrence. When he left she excused herself to go to powder room and asked if I wanted to come along. What the hell why night, what more can shock me.
When we got to the house, she went to a guest bedroom and not a bathroom. She told me she needed to express her milk. That the massage set off her reflex and her milk let down. She also said she has been pumping ever since she agreed to be a milker and bred. I looked shocked at her. She smiled and said "yes it was my choice and I want this. It was a dark secret desire I have."
You see she is a Havard MBA graduate. She was working in an investment firm as an account manager and her accounts did not get beaten up by the recession, but she had this desire that needed itched. So she started looking and found a fetish personals website and stumbled across Terrence's ad.
"So your telling me, you replied to an ad that was asking for you to become a cow as he called it?"
"Yes, exactly, a Human Cow for breeding and milking." was her replied. I sit there stunned into silence. Finally I mustered a wow. She told me it worked for her, she was in her late 20's, has a few years to do this in and not wreck her body and she can walk away any time after the baby is born. If she stays she will be given 11 months to get back in shape before she will be bred again and during all this she must produce milk to help pay for her keep. She said once she is up to three pints a day she should be making close to a grand a month for her milk.
We walked back to the table with her carrying her backpack with her pumps and milk hidden in it. Terrence leaned over kissed her and showed loving and caring respect to her. When we got home that evening I told Mark everything. He was excited that it really existed.
"So tell me dear, did it not turn you on hearing about it at some level?" he asked me.
I looked at him and said "What on earth gave or gives you that idea. It is like selling you self for someone else's pleasure. That is wrong."
"Then why are your nipples so hard they have been trying to push their way out your sun dress since you came back from the powder room and why are your panties soaked with you own juice?" Give me a good explanation for that and I will leave you alone on this subject."
The best I could do is to stare quietly at him and not say a word, because he kinda had me on this one at some level. I have no idea why, but I had conflicting feelings. On the one hand this went against everything I thought about a male/female relationship and on the other I was soaking wet from watching her being milked, hearing how she wanted to be a breeding and milking cow for Terrence.
Mark continued: "So tell me you would not like to go home right now and have you nipples suckled till you cum. If you tell me it has not entered your mind I will not mention anything again."