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The employment want-ad in Sundays Daily Mirror caught Jenny's eye:

SALES REP. WANTED
Medical supply at S.F.L. in need of energetic, enthusiastic individual for
immediate part time opening. Flexible hours, excellent salary. Will train, no
experience necessary. Some travel required, company vehicle supplied. Please
contact:
555-123-4567

She had been searching for a part-time position since quitting a full-time stint as a legal assistant three months ago. The experience had left a bad taste in her mouth, and she was hoping to find a more
flexible, independent position that would give her easier hours and more time to spend with her teenage son.

She called first thing Monday morning, and was told that applications could be filled out up to five o'clock all week. She decided to be one of the first applicants, and dressed up in a beige summer-weight business suit and powder blue blouse, tying back her long blond hair. She kept her make-up very subtle, trying to project a professional, yet feminine impression. However, no matter what she did, Jenny found it hard to hide her blatant 55" inch chest topped off by 2 inch nipples. At 47, her tits had completely collapsed on her belly but her special, custom made bras still kept them tight and perked up. Her oval face, almond eyes with long thick eye lashes and small nose made her look very sexy woman even though strong lines around her eyes and mouth revealed her age. Her semi-toned belly was peeked out only when she had secured her mammoth tits in her bra and didn't look obscene. What did look obscene was Jenny's ass. Sixty inches across, her basketball ass filled out every dress she owned and gave her the perfect hourglass, though slutty figure.

Finding the modern building in an industrial complex off of Highway 21, she parked up front in an open spot marked for visitors only and entered a comfortable waiting area. Walking up to a waist high two-pane glass
panel. Situated on the inside wall, next to a closed door marked "Employees Only."
A soft chime had sounded as she had entered, and the glass panel slid open as she approached the window. A receptionist was seated facing her at a low wrap around desk, looking her over with a bright smile.
"Could I help you?" she asked.
Jenny was handed a clipboard with a job application, after she explained her interest in the ad she had seen yesterday. Taking a seat in the room, and started filling out the simple application.
The receptionist buzzed the office of Dr.Scott, the Manager of the Lab.
"I think we may have a live one already Dr.Scott. Do you want to see her now?"
Nodding her head as she listened to his directions, she said,
"I'll buzz you when she's ready," and broke the connection.
Jenny finished the form in about ten minutes. It seemed most companies used the
same form these days, so it certainly simplified job hunting!
"Dr.Scott will be right with you," said the receptionist, entering the foyer
to retrieve the completed application. "Would you care for a cup of coffee?" she asked,
pausing before turning away.
"Yes, that would be great! Cream and sugar if possible" Jenny answered.
"I'll be back in a jiffy. Why don't you let me hang up your
jacket? It's awful warm today!" she asked, holding out a hand.
"Thank you, that's very nice of you!" Jenny replied, slipping off the light jacket
and handing it to her.
"So, what do you think?" she asked, as she stopped by Dr.Scott's office on her
way to the break room. The Manager had opened up a wood bureau housing the security
equipment and was checking out Jenny on one of the closed circuit camera
monitors.
"She's a lot older than what I was expecting. But i think she still looks perfect. Holy shit, will you look at that rack!"
He was a self-made man, having started from scratch, working his way through Uni and
into the thriving, multi-million dollar operation in what was a very competitive
industry. He felt the key to his success was his crew of "Manufacturers Reps."
They had never failed to close an order for him yet!
Unlocking the bottom drawer of his desk, he pulled out a small pill bottle.
Shaking out a blue capsule in his hand, he walked over to Marsha, and handed it
to her with a wink. "Nice touch asking for her coat! What would I do without
you!" he said, giving her a quick peck on the forehead. "Remember that at bonus
time!" she replied tartly. Fluttering her eyelids and leaving his office and made
her way to the break room.
A close friend at SFL Pharmaceutical had given him the special "relaxing"
pills after he had bailed him out of a bad personal situation with the bitch, Tania.
They were part of a research project conducted by the NASA Lab., as they searched for
new, non-invasive forms of interrogation. Hearing that the pill had no side effects,
his devious mind had immediately formulated what was to prove a very successful
marketing strategy.
Marsha poured out a steaming mug of fresh brew, and plopped the tablet in. It
began fizzing as soon as it touched liquid, disappearing quickly after a few
seconds. Stirring in a dollop of sugar and splash of fresh cream, she returned
to the foyer, offering the mix to Jenny. She thanked her profusely, immediately
taking a small sip. "Mmmmmm!" she exclaimed.


Jenny, Part #2

Jenny sat waiting in the foyer, reading the newest issue of People magazine.
She was having a hard time concentrating, and finally gave up, placing it back in
the rack next to the chair. She took another gulp of the coffee. She remembered
to ask what brand they used. Normally she only enjoyed a few sips. She tilted
her head back to drain the last few drops, and licked her lips. The warmth
seemed to spread throughout her body, and she smiled deeply, at peace with the
world and all the opportunities it now offered!
The inner door opened, and the receptionist returned to the foyer. She stooped
down, her face close to Jenny. "Dr.Scott will see you now," she said softly,
with a warm smile. Jenny pushed herself up off the chair, suddenly feeling very
dizzy.
"Whoopsey!" she said, holding her arms out to steady herself. "You must
have gotten up too fast!" said Marsha, calmly taking one of her hands and
slipping her arm around Jenny's waist, touching the bottom of her breasts. She led her through the inner door,
and down the carpeted hallway.
They entered a small office midway down the hall and Jenny was directed to sit
in the rooms only furnishing, a comfortable armchair facing a large TV monitor.
"This is a short orientation program for all potential applicants" said Marsha.
She took her left hand, and strapped on a thin gold watch. Jenny found it quite
elegant and contemporary in appearance. The company SFL logo was etched lightly
in a face set with sparkling jewels.
"This is a welcome present given to all new employees" she explained.
She picked up a pair of headphones lying next to the chair, placing them
over Jenny's ears and adjusting the fit. Marsha pushed a button
on a VCR underneath the monitor. An image of the building flashed on the
screen. Then left the room, turning off the light before pulling the door
shut behind her.
Jenny relaxed in the chair, as a gentle narrative began, in tune with the soft
flashing images on the screen. A pleasant looking man was pictured, acting as
the host of the video. She was having trouble making sense of his words, so she
settled back into the chair and let her mind drift along with the stimuli. The
new watch on her wrist began to vibrate softly, as the video continued. A sense
of well being enveloped her. Strangely, the vibration seemed to follow a neural
pathway directly to her nipples, causing them to stiffen in response to the new
stimulation. Jenny watched the screen, as if in a trance, losing all sense of
time and place.
With a flash, the video ended. The room was now cast in a blue sheen from the
monitor. Marsha stepped in, causing her to squint against the bright office
light through the open door. Jenny was rubbing her wrist absently, having no
memory of the former vibration of the watch. Marsha slipped off the headphones,
and led her to Dr. Scotts's office. He walked around his desk to greet her with
a big smile and firm handshake. She had a sense that she knew him from
somewhere, but couldn't put her finger on it.
"I'm so glad to meet you Jenny!" He said, with a warm fatherly smile.
"Take a seat!"
As she sat, the smell of coffee rose to greet her.
"Oh good! I love this stuff!"
she said, taking another big gulp from the mug waiting for her. She started
squirming in her chair, and considered asking him if she could use a rest room.
This coffee was great, but it went right through her!
"Is anything the matter Jenny?" he asked, returning her smile patiently.
"Oh, nothing" she said, lowering her eyes. She felt embarrassed to say anything, not really knowing him yet.
He touched a button on a small control he held in his hand, and once again her watch began to softly vibrate. Bill saw her features relax, as her new mental conditioning kicked in.
"Welcome back Jenny!" he said, cradling his hands in front of him.
"Hi!" she answered with a bright smile, as she recognized him from the tape. She remembered him being such a nice man!
"How do you feel now, dear?" he asked.
"I feel real good, except I need to pee real bad!" she answered, shocked that she
had made the admission so casually. She squirmed around some more, squeezing her
legs tightly together. Dr.Scott smiled at her.

"Thanks for your candor, Jenny. You can go to the rest room in just a minute! Now come along, there's some people I would like you to meet."
She followed along behind, around the perimeter of the main office area. The
watch still vibrated softly against her wrist. It was a busy room, with the ring
of phones and clatter of computer keyboards playing in the background. He held
another door open, and they stepped into a long room, centered with a shiny wood
conference table. The front wall was glass, providing a view out into the main
office area. Three men were seated at each side of the table, and Dr.Scott
strode over to the far end, taking his place in a high-backed leather chair.
"Gentlemen, I would like you to meet Jenny. She has applied to be our
new sales rep. Now let's see if she's qualified, shall we!"
The men all nodded their heads in agreement.
"Take off your blouse. Let's see what you got" he directed, with a nod of his head.
She set the coffee mug down at her end of the table (after taking another big swig).
Amazing even herself, she unbuttoned her pretty blouse, and slipped the garment off her
shoulders, casually dr****g it across an empty chair.
"Now the bra" he said, as she felt the men's careful appraisal from the room.
Unable to deny his request, she reached behind, and unhooked the sturdy strap.
Pulling the garment forward, she let it fall onto the seat of the chair. Her
heavy unbound breasts now swung free, crossed by red strap marks from the bra.
Jenny has dark brown aureole the size of coffee saucers, which puffed out in stark
contrast from the delicate, creamy white flesh of her breasts. Thick, long nipples,
again fully erect and stimulated from the sensations at her wrist, crowned them.
She briefly considered crossing her arms to cover up, but could sense it would
displease Dr.Scott.
"Wow! We're going to have to use our largest size! The stock size won't come
close!" said one of the young men.
"God, she's perfect!" said another.
"Raise your arms Jenny," said Dr.Scott. "Good, just hold your hands behind your neck!"
She did as he asked, causing her breasts to lift and separate.
"Now circle around the table, and shake them side to side!" he continued. Feeling
foolish, she followed his instructions, rotating her torso as she circled the
table, causing her breasts to slap back and forth. As she paraded around to face
the glass wall, she saw that the office had stopped working, and was following
her show! She could only watch them as if she was a spectator though! It
was as if her body now had a mind and will of its own.
"That's good Jenny. You can finish your coffee now. How many are in favor of her being hired?" he asked.
All arms shot up in the air.
Jenny squeezed her legs together, as her bladder began crying for relief.
"I guess that settles things then!" he said.
"What's the matter!" he asked seeing her wiggling back and forth.
"I've got to pee bad!" she answered, not caring about the soft chuckles her
admission caused.
"Oh gosh, I clean forgot! Let's go see Kelly!" He jumped up out of the chair,
heading towards the door. Jenny reached down and grabbed her bra, slipping back
into the cups.
"Hey there girl!" said Bill, seeing what she was up to. "I don't remember telling you to get dressed!" She dropped the bra to her feet.
"Just for that, back in position!"
Jenny got back into position, throwing her elbows up high in the air.
"Stick out your chest!"
She arched her back, throwing away all inhibition.
"Now follow me!" he said, striding out into the office, with her following closely behind, bare breast bouncing along with her quick stride.


Jenny, Part #3

They snaked their way through the workstations, to the center of the large open
office. They stopped in front of the central desk, where a pretty brunette
waited with arms folded, leaning back in her chair. She was wearing a white
nurse's uniform. Jenny guessed they were about the same age. She seemed
unaffected by Jenny's posture, as she watched the two of them approach.
"Kelly is a registered nurse, and works closely with our product development
team, as well as being our office assistant manager.
"This is Jenny Richards, who will be the Sales Rep. for your new project."
Dr.Scott said, sliding her up beside him, in front of the wide desk.
Kelly looked her up and down, nodding her head in greetings.
"Kelly also supervises the employee d**g testing program" he explained.
"Now you be a good girl, and do whatever Kelly asks!" He warned her,
making sure he had her attention. "Bring her back to the development room when
you're finished" he said to Kelly, and left the room, heading down the back
corridor.
She pulled open a bottom drawer in the desk, and Jenny watched as she rummaged
around, looking for something. Coming up empty, she stood.
"I need to get some supplies. I'll be back in about two minutes. I want you stripped naked by the
time I get back!"
Stunned, Jenny watched her walk away, hips swiveling with her brisk stride.
The room was now silent, everyone watching her with silent expectation.
She dropped her arms, and unzipped the back zipper of her pants. Kicking off her
shoes, she then worked the snug material down her broad hips. Stepping out one
leg at a time. Removing her stockings when her feet were raised. Folding the
clothes neatly, she set them on the front corner of the desk. Squeezing her eyes
tightly shut, she slipped out of her white cotton panties, tucking them
underneath the other clothes.
Goosebumps rose all over, as she stood naked in the center of the room!
She clenched her groin, fighting against a spasm from her full bladder.
Her discomfort had eclipsed her embarrassing plight and she squeezed her legs together,
crouching over slightly to help ease the pain.
Kelly returned to the desk, pulling the clear wrapper off a small white
cardboard box. Opening the lid, she shook out a stack of clear plastic cups,
nested together. There was a separate stack of lids for the cups. Discarding the
box in a wastebasket next to her desk, she opened a desk drawer and item by
item cleared her desktop, including Jenny's clothes! She separated one cup from
the stack, and placed it in the middle of her bare desk.
It was about the size of a Styrofoam coffee cup.
Returning her attention to Jenny, she patted the top of the desk next to the
cup. "Up you go, dear! Squat over the cup and give me a sample!
Flustered, Jenny shook her head in disbelief.
"You've got to be k**ding! You can't mean out here!" she whispered urgently.
"Do I have to page Dr.Scott?" asked Kelly.
"Now climb up! We have to have witnesses, to make sure everything's legitimate!"
Jenny could see her giving a wink to the rest of the room, but nonetheless
found herself compelled to obey.
Awkwardly, she raised her right leg up, placing her knee on the cold, smooth surface.
Leaning forward on her palms, she pulled her other leg up behind,
now resting on hands and knees. She was getting no sympathy from Kelly, who waited
impatiently with crossed arms.
She stepped up onto her feet, and waddled over into position, squatting over the
cup sitting in the center of the polished top.
"You better not miss!" Kelly warned, pointing a finger at her. "And don't contaminate the sample by touching the cup! Make it quick!"
Jenny split her legs wide, pressing her hands against her lower belly.
Pulling upwards, she separated the outer lips of her vulva, carefully positioning
herself over the small target. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to release just a
controlled stream from her bald pussy.
A hollow splash erupted, as despite all her best efforts, a strong spurt of amber
fluid erupted! She felt the warm spray splash back up against her shaved pubes,
as the small cup quickly filled. Groaning out loud she clenched her groin
muscles, abruptly stopping the flow. She could feel extra pee running down
between her bare lips, to drip off her puckered ass onto the desktop.
"You wet my desk, slut!" said Kelly, snapping on latex examination gloves.
She reached under Jenny, sliding the overfilled cup towards her, trailing a wet
line of pee. Jenny felt no relief. If anything, the urge to continue was
stronger then ever, and she wrapped her arms around her legs, drawing into a
clenched ball. She watched as Kelly snapped a lid on the cup, setting it off to
the side. Removing a wooden ruler from her middle drawer, she moved around to
the left end of the desk.
SMACK!!! Kelly gave her a stinging smack across her bare flank, snapping Jenny's eyes wide open! She whimpered as she felt a small squirt of pee release with the blow! She hoped Kelly hadn't seen!
"That's for wetting my desk, slut! Now we will keep doing this all morning till you get it right, so concentrate!" She placed another empty cup under her, and stepped back to watch, drying her hands on a small cloth she pulled from her pocket.
Straining, Jenny repeated the exercise.
"Ooohhhwww" she groaned aloud, struggling to release only a controlled amount. She had no control of the
direction, however, and more splashed on the desktop then in the cup! Seeing Kelly circling the desk again out of the corner of her eye, she released another powerful stream, realizing this was the only way to control the direction.
"Oooohhh!" she groaned again, as she clenched down against the flow.
"SMACK!!!" came the next blow, causing another spurt to splash into the overflowing cup.
"You are a pig, you filthy slut!" said Kelly, as she repeated the routine,
sliding a fresh cup into place. "Someone get me towels!" she called out over her
shoulder.
"One more time, slut!" she said, returning her attention to Jenny, tapping the ruler against her palm.
Jenny felt tears run down her cheeks, as her muscles were now cramping from the strain of this slow torture. She relaxed all at once, allowing an unrestrained flow to erupt. Whimpering out loud, she just let go, feeling the warm liquid rushing all around and over her bare feet. She felt an almost orgasmic release, as the pressure was fully relaxed, and she finally halted the flow!
"How dare you! You filthy bitch! Hands and knees, right now!" shouted Kelly, as she waved the ruler at Jenny.
She followed directions, reluctantly leaning forward onto the wet surface of the desk.
"SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!..."
Repeated blows stung her ass, as Kelly humiliated her in public with the punishment.
The ruler finally snapped off in her hand, and she stepped away from the desk.
Jenny's ass was now bright crimson red. The thin, metal band on the edge of the
ruler had raised bright red lines, which crisscrossed haphazardly across her
well-rounded posterior. The rest of the room had now gathered in a wide circle
around the desk, enjoying the action.
"Clean up your mess, bitch," said Kelly, as she tossed the towels her way. Jenny
mopped up the desktop with one of them, not sure of what to do with the drenched
towel when done.
"Just throw it away!" Kelly held the wastebasket out at arm length, with a disgusted
expression on her face. "Now get down on the floor, and wipe it up!"
She did as she was asked, and the rest of the office enjoyed the
view of her wiggling upturned butt, as she worked her way around the desk!
"Follow me slut!" said Kelly, as Jenny finished the task.
Dropping the rest of the towels in the tin, she hurried after her, still fully nude! They passed down
a carpeted hallway to a plain metal doorway at the end. There was a sign on it,
which read "All visitors must wear safety glasses!" A clear plastic container
mounted next to the door was filled with them. Not wanting to draw any more of
Kelly's wrath, Jenny snatched a pair as they passed through the door, and put
them on.
They entered a large shop area, with an open girder ceiling, the random sounds
of machinery ringing out. High intensity lighting hung off the rafters, evenly
spaced in long rows. They were walking down a center aisle, which divided the
shop. On her left were green metal racks for pallet storage. Most of the racks
were full, stacked with even rows of cardboard boxes. To her right was all of
the fabrication machinery, the purpose of which was totally lost on her. The
only thing she was aware of, were all of the workers pausing to watch her, as
she bounced along behind Kelly!
Midway down the aisle, the background noise had lessened, as some of the equipment
had been shut off.
s**ttered applause broke out, as the men approached closer to the aisle as the girls passed by. Kelly seemed oblivious to the attention though, and they finally came to a cubical in
the back. The front of the cubical was all glass, so that the work in the shop
could be observed from within. Jenny could see Dr.Scott, along with several
of the men from the meeting room seated in the brightly lit space.

Jenny, Part #4

"Ah Jenny, you finally made it! Any problems, Kelly?" asked Bill.
"Turn around and show Mr. Patrick how well you behaved!" she answered, turning to face her.
Jenny turned, offering him a view of her ass. She could see through the glass
that the shop had gathered outside, checking her out also!
"You will find that we reward good behavior generously. No doubt you now
understand we also punish misbehavior strictly!" He said, seeing her glowing
cheeks.
"But. I..." Holding up his hand, he cut her off abruptly.
"I don't want to hear it! Now come sit down, and let's get off to a fresh start!" He indicated
a chair up against the back wall, facing the shop.
"I'm sorry sir," she said, as she sat down, primly crossing her legs.
"Kelly, show Jenny the prototype for your new project" he said, handing her a
black leather case, about the size of a small briefcase.
"We are about two months away from introducing a revolutionary new product. Do you have any
c***dren, Jenny?"
"Yes. A 19 year old son." Jenny replied watching as Kelly sat down next to her, setting the case in her lap.
Kelly's team has developed a new breast pump, which should take over the market.
"Snap!" went the latches on the case, and she swung up the lid. Nestled inside
was a stainless steel cylinder, about the size of a thermos bottle. Next to it
was a clear glass bottle about the same size, scored with a scale on the side
like a measuring cup. She picked up an odd looking, clear vinyl harness. Plastic
tubing extended from it to both the cylinder, and also the bottle.
"Breastfeeding has grown in popularity, and we see a huge market out there for
our product. Most of the pumps today are poorly designed and inefficient. Good
ones are expensive and bulky. With so many women returning to work soon after
c***dbirth these days, a fast, efficient, and inexpensive pump should sell like
wildfire!"
The tubing was attached to clear, saucer shaped cups on the harness. Kelly
placed the cups directly over Jenny's aureole, asking her to hold them in place
while she drew the straps around behind her and fastened them together. Once
properly adjusted, she got up and set the case down on the chair next to Jenny.
One of the men kneeled in front of her, and grasping her breasts, shifted them
in the harness. The soft saucers were large enough to cover her aureole, which
showed right through the clear vinyl.
"They are a perfect fit," the man said, backing up to stand with the rest of them.
"Adjust the dial to low, and turn the power on," said Dr.Scott, nodding towards the case.
She adjusted a small dial to the low position, and flipped the
power switch on. A soft hum came from the cylinder, barely perceptible. She felt
a pulling at both nipples, and looked down. The cups were squeezing and opening
with a slow rhythm. She could see her nipple's being sucked forward as the cup
compressed, and subsequently released as it relaxed. It felt remarkably
lifelike, as both breasts were actually being suckled independently!
"Amazing, isn't it! I've been told by some of our test group that it feels just like their own c***d."
Jenny nodded. She remembered the sounds and the sensations when she was feeding Larry. He was a small boy and she had lot of milk producing as much as 80 ounces each day. Whatever Larry couldn't consume she froze for later use. In 6 months she had to buy a new fridge to keep all the milk. It was then that Jenny realized that her son will never need anything more than 50 ounces and she started bathing him in the remaining milk. Larry was at Jenny's breast till he was 13. By that time she was producing as much as 90 ounces each day as her tits had kept pace with Larry's demands. It was hard to wean him off but she had to.
"Turn the dial up half-way." Dr. Scott's sound brought Jenny back.
She adjusted it to the middle setting. Both the suckling and suction increased in strength and tempo, and she felt contractions begin in her womb, as her nipples had always been very susceptible to stimulation.
"You may have been curious as to why we have brought you on so early" he continued.
"To properly demonstrate and sell this product, we feel it will be vital for you to actually go through the experience of induced lactation! Kelly is going to start you on an intense program right away. Kelly?"
She walked up to her chair, and turned off the machine.
"You can take this prototype home with you today" she said. "Keep it with you at all times! Also wear the watch from now on, even to bed."
She reached behind Jenny's back, and started to remove the milking harness.
"I have a small control on my key-chain."
She showed her a small device, like an automatic door opener.
"When I press the button, you will feel the vibration. "
Jenny rubbed at her wrist, still feeling the sensation.
"When I signal, you will be compelled to stop whatever it is you're doing, and start the session immediately! Keep the setting on medium for now, but slowly increase it to full over the next two weeks. I want you on the
machine for twenty minutes at a time, no less!"
"How is it possible for me to have milk, when I'm not with c***d anymore?" asked Jenny.
"You're going to be surprised!" answered Kelly. "Just the simple stimulation of your nipples by the suckling action of the machine will release the required hormones in your system to induce lactation. I am going to supplement this with a d**g and vitamin program. Take two pills a day of each of these, one when you
wake up, and one after dinner."
She set two pill bottles inside the case. "I want you to start drinking a minimum of twelve glasses of water a day! Make sure to get plenty of rest, and eat well, no junk food! I would expect to see you produce up to 80 ounces within two weeks, probably sooner. In 6 weeks, if you stick to the program and the d**gs work, you should product 300 ounces a day. You will need to consume about 5000 calories each day and pump every hour. I will start you off with three "sessions" a day, and work you up from there. Call me when you start to see milk."
She placed one of her business cards in the case, next to the pills.
She went on to explain how the machine worked, and the proper way to clean it after use.
"Before every session, I want you to spend a few minutes manually massaging your breasts. It will be better if someone else could massage them for you. You said you have a son?"
"Yes." Jenny nodded.
"Ask him for help. You will need his support at every step, especially massaging, milking and storing the milk. Now Stand up, please."
Kelly moved behind her, and reached around with both hands, cradling the bottom of each full globe.
Jenny modestly covered her breasts up, as she saw the shop guys craning their necks to watch!
"Hands up behind the neck, Jenny! You should know better by now!" said Dr.Scott sternly.
She snapped into position, exposing herself to the group once again.
Kelly began squeezing her breasts, and drawing her grip outwards all the
way to her erect nipples. She explained what she was doing, and showed Jenny the
proper way to "express milk." She had Jenny work her breast alone for a few
minutes, till she was satisfied she had the routine down properly.
"I think we're all set for now folks. Let's go back to my office, Jenny," said
Dr.Scott. Snapping the case closed Jenny followed the group out of the room.
"You may as well know the girl you've been ogling!" he said to the group
of workers, as they stepped outside the door.
"This is jenny, our new sales rep."
This drew polite applause from the group, and a few "Right-on's!"
They crowded around, and she found herself shaking hands and trading
introductions with all of them. Many of the guys took the opportunity to pat her
sore ass as well! Finally breaking free of them and joining Dr.Scott on his
way back to the office.
"Kelly, could you gather up Jenny's clothes, and bring them in to us please?"
asked Mr. Patrick, as they reentered his office.
"Sit down Jenny" he directed, as he moved around to his chair behind the desk.
They exchanged small talk until Kelly returned with Jenny's clothes.
She finally got dressed, feeling much more comfortable. Marsha brought in more
coffee, which she eagerly accepted. It was a let down though, not tasting nearly
as good as she remembered. Dr.Patrick touched another button on his control,
and her watch stopped signaling. The room seemed to come into sharper focus to her.
"You will remember being shown around the offices today, and meeting a lot
of new people" explained Dr.Scott, in a calm, patient voice.
"Kelly's instructions will be crystal clear, and when we signal you, there will be no hesitation to obey. Everything else will be fuzzy to you, however. You will be left with very warm and pleasant feelings of you experiences today. When I clap my hands, you will snap into present day!"
Having said this, he slapped his hands together, producing a loud crisp noise.
He handed a folder to her across the desk.
"Everything we discussed is outlined in this package. This is a summary of your annual salary and benefits."
Jenny was stunned, unprepared for such a huge figure.
"I don't believe in commissions, but I do reward performers handsomely. Payday is every two weeks, so we won't need to see you back till then. Do your homework, and work closely with Kelly! Learn that machine inside and out. Here's a copy of the equipment manual"
He placed it on top of the case, along with her employment handbook.
"I'm glad to have you aboard, Jenny!" he said rising up from his chair. He lead her back up to the entrance, giving her a handshake and wave as she left.
"She's going to make the SFL millions!" said Marsha, as they watched her pass
through the outside door.
"What a great day to be alive!" he exclaimed, smiling and shaking his head, as he turned back to his office whistling a snappy tune.

Jenny, Part #5

Jenny applied herself to her new trade with single-minded determination. She was
signaled three times a day initially. She stayed around the house until she was
more comfortable with the routine. Going into the second week, Kelly added a
fourth, then a few days later, fifth daily session. Her sleep was never
disturbed, since proper rest was important for maximum production.
She was pleased to report on day five her first success. She only produced a 20 ounces, a little over a pint
, but it was a start!
Kelly was satisfied, and complimented her dedication.
She had now worked up to thirty ounces per day, about 10 ounce per
session. The only problem she ran into was sore nipples, as she worked up to the
strongest setting on the pump. Kelly told her to lubricate her aureole and
nipples with vegetable oil prior to each session. This solved the problem
completely. She now carried a small bottle of oil right in her case.
Her son, Larry, was delighted when she told him about the job and salary. She told
him that the equipment had been designed for newly adoptive mothers, and that it
had been vital for her to go through the experience personally, to be able to
represent the product to professionals in this industry. He was surprised that
his normally shy mother had agreed to participate in such a trial, but he sure
couldn't find fault with the money!

After the fourth week, she had settled into a regular routine of lactation every
three hours, throughout the day. Kelly kept the timing very constant, so working
it into her schedule was easy. Her production had increased to eighty ounces per
day, most of which she was storing in the spare refrigerator per Kelly's instructions.
Her breasts now ballooned heavily from her chest, with a tracery of fine blue veins now visible through her stretched, porcelain white skin. Her aureole and nipple's had swollen, extending well past the margins of the pump cups. She found it hard to leave the house as it became impossible to contain her breasts in any of the bras she had. At home she just slipped on a stretched out tank top. Harry didn't seem to mind. He still remembered and even missed his mother's milk but it still wasn't easy to go the grocery store with those super heavy hangers swinging wildly across her torso.
On her last phone call to Kelly, she explained the problem. Kelly called
her back with news that they had made a new custom harness for her. They agreed
to meet over lunch at a restaurant close to the factory, so Jenny could exchange
for the bigger size.
For the first time since she had started this project, Jenny had not been
"signaled" all morning. She kept checking her watch, to make sure the darn thing
was running. Her eight-am and now eleven-am time had passed by without a peep!
She called the office, but had been informed that Kelly was "tied up in a
meeting, and couldn't be disturbed!"
Her breasts felt like over-inflated water balloons, jiggling with every bump and
hole in the road, as she headed over to the restaurant. She wore a sleeveless
white blouse and a colorful peasant skirt with a floral print. Her largest bra
was white, which showed through the sheer fabric of the blouse, but it was the
only one that was comfortable given the swollen state of her breasts. She parked
close to the front door of the restaurant, and decided to leave her pump in the
car, as she locked the door and walked over to the entrance.
The man at the front desk found the reservation, and led her to a booth at the
rear of the room. It was a very fancy place, complete with linen tablecloths and
sparkling place settings. It was very popular with the business crowd, so
reservations were required. Soft Italian music was playing. She asked for a cup
of water from the waiter, explaining that she was waiting to be joined by a friend.
Kelly slipped into the booth at twelve-thirty, dressed in one of her crisp white
uniforms.
"Sorry I'm late! I got held up in a meeting." She took a sip of water from her glass, and set her napkin in her lap.
"Did you forget to signal me?" whispered Jenny as their waiter approached for Kelly's drink order. "Excuse me just for a minute..." Kelly said to the waiter.
"Are you very uncomfortable?" she asked Jenny, who looked down into her lap as she shook her head yes. "You must excuse my friend!" she said to the young man, as he waited patiently.
"She just began nursing, and is still a little shy about it! I'll have a glass of Merlot. And bring my friend some more water," she said, seeing Jenny's empty glass.
"Did you have to tell him that!" asked Jenny, after the man left.
"Don't be such a prude!" answered Kelly with a smile. "There's nothing "dirty" about nursing!
I brought your new harness." She pulled the rig out of her shoulder bag, setting
it on the table between them. We have increased the diameter by an inch, and
also widened the outlet to accommodate the increased size of your nipples. I
need to check the size, so you'll have to slip off your bra!"
Jenny covered her chest with her hands.
"No way, not here! We can do it after lunch!" she whispered urgently, as the waiter returned with their drinks.
Kelly looked at her watch.
"I don't have time dear! Where is the ladies room, please?" she asked the young man, as he refilled Jenny's water glass.
"It's to the right of the front door, at the end of the hall" he answered. "Are you ladies ready to order yet, or shall I return in a few minutes?
They placed their orders, and he left to attend to another table.
Jenny started to protest, but Kelly held up her hand, stopping her in mid sentence.
"Look, all I want you to do is take off your bra! Now go to the rest room, and slip it off. This is only going to take a second!"
Jenny hesitated, with a suspicious look on her face.
"O.k., I'll be right back!" she said, hurrying up front.
Kelly waited a minute or two, and then pulled her keys out of her shoulder bag,
grasping the remote controller. Time to see how well conditioned she really
is! She thought with an evil grin, she pressed the button on the remote, activating the
buzzer on Jenny's wrist.
In the restroom stall, Jenny had just finished putting on her blouse, less her
bra. She felt the familiar vibration begin against her wrist, and groaned as her
full breasts ached with renewed discomfort. Like Pavlov's dog, her nipples began
to swell in anticipation of sweet relief.
Stepping out of the stall in a dreamlike state, she noticed her reflection in
the mirror above the vanity. Her breasts were clearly visible through the thin material
of the blouse, and her nipples were much in evidence as they responded to the stimulation!
She crossed her arms over her chest as she returned to the booth, keeping them
in place as she scooted across the padded seat.
The waiter approached carrying their salads on a tray.
"Give me the bra!" said Kelly, holding out her hand.
Looking down at her lap, Jenny passed it over, as the waiter stood mute before
them.
"Now drop your arms, and sit up straight! Show good posture!"
Jenny did as requested, bringing her chest into sharp relief for their server. Her full
concentration was centered on the vibration against her left wrist however, and
she realized what was coming! She whimpered as both nipples started to release
spurts of her sweet milk, staining the front of her blouse!
"Oh my!" said Kelly, smiling sweetly. She picked up her napkin, and covered
Jenny's left aureole, squeezing tightly. The waiter was speechless.
"She's had a little accident!" Kelly said to the young man, glancing over at him.
"Could you help please!" Jenny shook her head no, but the man didn't notice.
Milk pulsed freely, creating a large splotch running down from her squirting nipple.
"Ummmm, I guess so!" he said. Snatching Jenny's napkin, he covered the breast, clamping
down on her aureole! They were attracting attention from nearby tables, and
Jenny couldn't help but notice fellow diners craning their necks to see what was
happening.
They held her like this for what seemed an eternity. Cautiously, Kelly released
her grasp, checking carefully for further leakage. The flow had stopped
temporarily. The waiter released his grip, and covered the bulge at his groin
that Jenny's predicament had caused!
"She should be all right for now, I'm sorry to have bothered you!"
He indicated with a shrug and wave that it was no problem!
"Could you bring us some fresh napkins?" asked Kelly, returning her
attention to Jenny. The waiter left reluctantly, shaking his head in wonder.
"Dr.Scott will be pleased dear! I think you are ready to begin calling on customers!" said Kelly.
"I don't see the case. You did bring the pump, didn't you?"
Jenny 's eyes remained fixed in her lap, staring past her puckered aureole, now on full display.
"Yes mam. I left it in the car though!" she answered in a soft voice.
"Well, that's unfortunate!" said Kelly. "I thought I told you carry it at all times! Go get it!" and she began eating her salad.
Jenny was quite a site as she returned back to the booth a minute later,
carrying the equipment case. Conversation died in the restaurant and most
patrons turned to stare as she bounced back to the booth. Her breasts swayed
freely under the sheer blouse, which now clung tightly to her torso.
Kelly took the case from her as she sat down, and set it on the tabletop.
Snapping it open, she unhooked the old harness, stuffing it in her shoulder bag.
She cleared the table in front of Jenny, and laid out the new harness.
"Take off your blouse!" she said, and began reattaching the tubing to the new harness.
"Oh please no!" whispered Jenny, as she saw everyone stealing glances at her around the room. Kelly reached in her bag, pulling out a new wood ruler. She placed it down purposefully on the table between them.
Jenny unbuttoned her blouse, and flushed a bright crimson as she slipped the
garment off her shoulders. Their waiter returned carrying a stack of fresh
napkins. Kelly smiled, seeing the expression of shock on the young mans face.
"We have to relieve the pressure. She's in a lot of discomfort" she explained,
as she placed the case on the seat between them. She noticed the bottle of oil
inside, and snatched it up with a grin. Flipping up the top, she squirted out a
generous amount over both of Jenny's nipples!
"Rub it in dear!" she said, as she finished connecting the last tube to the
harness. Their waiter cleared his throat.
"I don't think this is allowed!" he said quietly, as Jenny began massaging the oil in. The mans attention was
transfixed, as trickles of milk again began to leak out of her now thumb sized nipples, which were aching for release! Kelly took the fresh napkins out of his hands, and spread them over jenny's lap, to catch the overflow.
"Nonsense, go get the manager if you have to!" she said. Picking up the harness,
she positioned the cups over her shiny aureole.
"You know the drill Jenny!"
Jenny grasped the ends of the harness, and clipped it behind her back with
well-practiced ease.
"These cups fit you much better!" said Kelly, closely inspecting the fit. The waiter returned, followed by an older man dressed in a suit and tie.
"What seems to be the problem here?" he asked, as he moved up in front of the booth. Kelly looked up into his blushing face.
"There's no problem here, unless you make it a policy to discriminate against nursing women!"
She answered forcefully. Jenny wanted to crawl under the table and hide, as Kelly
casually flipped the switch on the pump. Both men stared open mouthed as the
cups began to pulsate on her nipples and a heavy stream of milk erupted down
the tube to the waiting bottle. Jenny sighed and closed her eyes, as release
washed over her. The new cups were large enough to allow full extension of her
nipples during suction, and Kelly was amazed at just how large they really were!
She felt a wicked desire to pull off a cup and draw one into her own mouth to
suckle!
"Oh no madam, please don't take offense! I didn't understand what was happening!" the man stuttered. "Perhaps the young lady could make use of the restroom, or we could possibly make a more private room available to her?" he asked hopefully.
"We don't have time to wait! You could help by checking on our lunch though!"
she replied dismissing him with a wave.
Not wanting to create a scene, the manager left, with the waiter following close behind.
Another young boy approached the table, and topped off the ladies glasses from a pitcher he
carried. Jenny saw his hand trembling, and he took as much time as he could,
trying to stare discreetly at her chest.
Kelly slid Jenny's salad plate back in front of her.
"Dig in Jenny, you need the nutrition" she said, waving a fork. She set the collection bottle on the
tabletop between them.
"How much have you worked up to?" she asked, checking the scale etched in the glass.
"My most was yesterday morning, I was just a little over hundred and fifty ounces" Jenny answered, in between bites of her salad. "Normally I'm fullest first thing. I loose about two ounces later in the day!" Kelly watched the level pass twenty five ounces already in the liter bottle.
"You're going to beat that today! I am expecting you to be at about two hundred ounces, much closer to the dairy cow that we want you to become." she said.
Another boy approached, and asked in a quavering voice if he could take any of their plates. Kelly smiled, and handed the boy her empty salad plate.
"They sure have good service today!" she said.
Jenny kept silent, though she turned a deeper shade of red, as the boy reached to take her plate.
His hand was inches from her naked breasts! "Thhhhanks!" he said clumsily,
retreating to the kitchen.
Now the original waiter approached with their sandwiches on a tray.
"Sorry for the wait ladies" he said. He served their plates smoothly, giving Jenny an extra
napkin.
"Can I get you anything else?" he asked, staring at her exposed breasts.
"You could be a dear and empty this bottle for us!" said Kelly. She switched off the pump. Milk continued to spurt out of Jenny's nipples after the suckling action stopped, but the flow quickly subsided. Kelly held the bottle down low, to drain the remaining milk out of the tubing. She had timed it perfectly, as the bottle was now close to full. She unhooked it, and handed the warm bottle to their server.
"Hurry back and pack the milk, please!" she said with a big smile.
In all, she produced another half bottle of liquid by the time they finished
their lunch. When the harness was removed, Kelly allowed her to slip the blouse
back on. Jenny fled back to the restroom, where she cleaned up both herself and
the equipment. She was able to put her bra back on, and dry her blouse under the
hand drier mounted next to the sink. She sighed with relief, as the ordeal was
finally over! She still felt the stares as she returned to their table, and
gladly followed Kelly out of the restaurant. She crossed it off her list for
future dining excursions!

Jenny, Part #6

"Come with me back to the office, Dr.Scott want's to see you," said Kelly, as
she held the car door open for Jenny.
She didn't trust her to drive a car while in the light hypnotic state, even though the office was only a few blocks away.
Kelly paused in the waiting room, before they entered the inner office. "You
have to be more comfortable with your body before you start making sales calls.
You're so uptight! Take off your clothes!" she said and turned to face her.
There were two young men seated in the foyer filling out applications and they
both paused over their clipboards, looking up as they overheard Kelly.
Kelly flashed a look of warning as she started to protest, cutting her off
abruptly. She removed her clothes, as the men's jaw's dropped open.
"Hang them up over there," said Kelly, pointing to a coat tree in the corner. Jenny d****d
them over an empty hook, and turned back around with her arms crossed over her
chest.
"You know better then that Jenny! Arms in position!"
"Holy shit!" said one of the men quietly, as Jenny raised her hands up behind
her neck, bringing her milk engorged breasts into clear display. The girls then
passed into the office, shutting the door behind them.
"I don't care what they pay!" the one guy said to his friend. "I'm taking the job!" The men exchanged
high fives. "I hear that!" his buddy answered.
The two Jnr.Doctors returned to their applications with renewed vigor.
Jenny threaded her way over to the Kelly's desk, her pendulous breasts swaying
in front of her.
"Up you go!" she said, patting the top, which she had cleared before leaving for lunch.
"Not this again!" cried Jenny.
"Will you please quit whining, and get your ass up on the desk!" scolded Kelly.
She reached into her center drawer and this time pulled out a wooden paddle,
complete with an intricate pattern of holes drilled out in the business end!
Jenny jumped up onto the desk, knowing that she wasn't bluffing!
She waddled over to the center of the desk, squatting in place.
"I'm better prepared this time!" said Kelly, and pulled a large, clear bowl out
of the bottom drawer. She slid it beneath Jenny's splayed legs and stepped to
the side of the desk, so as not to block anyone's view.
"Fill-er up!" she said with a smile and lightly tapped Jenny's bare flank with the paddle.
"I don't need to go!" she whimpered to Kelly, lying through her teeth. She hoped
to get out of the situation.
"WHACK!!!-OUCH!!!" she cried out loud, feeling the sharp sting of the paddle against
her bare ass! Eye's watering from the shock,
She regained her balance. "SPLASH!" sounded the loud stream of piss in the empty
bowl, as she strained with all her might!
"Well, looks like you had to go after all!" said Kelly, watching the clear amber
liquid rise in the bowl, as she peed with abandon.
"I'll have to keep this handy!" she added, tapping the paddle against her thigh.
Handing Jenny a hand towel to wipe herself off with and then led her naked
through the shop once more, back to the Managers office.
"Ah Jenny, good to see you again!" said Dr.Scott, who was joined by three of the men
she remembered from the last meeting.
"Give us your report, Kelly" he asked, motioning Jenny to the same seat facing the windows.
"She has exceeded all of my hopes for this project! As you can plainly see, her
breasts have swollen in size to 60 inches across, her nipples are 4 inches long and her milk production is through the roof - almost 200 ounces. I am adjusting her hormonal therapy at this point, since her milk production is where I want it."
Dr.Scott stopped her. "Are you sure that's wise?" he asked.
"She may be older than what I wanted but the bitch has lot of milk in her tits. Let me demonstrate, gentlemen." answered Kelly. She rose from her chair and walked over to the desk. "Now Jenny was milked dry just about one hour ago" she explained, as she picked up a small wastebasket and set it down in front of Jenny, on the floor.
"Show the men how much milk you can express!" she said, returning to her seat.
Jenny looked at Kelly with pleading eyes, only to see her start tapping the paddle
she held against her other palm.
Taking a big swallow, as she watched the shop gathered once more outside the viewing
windows, enjoying the presentation.
Cradling her heavy breasts in her hands, and started her well-practiced
milking motion, squeezing the bloated flesh as best she could. With just a few
strokes, she was able to induce a small flow, which she easily increased by
milking the nipples, as she dug the heels of her hands into the swollen flesh.
The spurts from her nipples now rang out loudly against the metal waist tin
placed at her feet, the tempo increasing as her body responded.
"As you can see, even after such a short time, she can still present a remarkable display. No, don't stop!" said Kelly, as Jenny began to straighten.
She leaned forward with a sigh, resuming the flow she had interrupted.
"I am fully confident that she is ready to sell! We will up her production to 300 ounces or else it would create hardships for her and accidental leakage could become a problem!"
Dr.Scott smiled, and looked around the room.
"Any reservations?... Very well!" he said when no one objected. Jenny coaxed the last few drops of milk out of her breasts, giving them a shake as she pulled forward on her nipples. Stretched out to their full potential they presented an amazing site, and Dr.Scott momentarily lost his train of thought.
"I'd like to thank everyone for their work on this project!" he said, as he refocused on the group.
"So far I consider it an unqualified success! Let's go back to my office, Jenny. I'll give you the first sales call!" That being said, the meeting broke up, everyone going his or her separate ways. Jenny followed along behind Dr.Scott back to his office, leaving a group of happy shop workers behind in her wake, enjoying the view of her swaying ass.
"Take a seat Jenny! Who's got your clothes today?" asked Dr.Scott, as they each sat down.
"I hung them up in the lobby" she answered, and he punched a button on his phone.
"Marsha...Could you grab Jenny's clothes from the lobby, and bring them to my office...Thanks! That was good thinking! From now on, leave them there whenever you come in! That way we won't have to keep tracking them down!"
Jenny sat with legs and arms crossed in front of her.
"Yes sir" she answered meekly.
"I arranged for your first appointment at Jones medical supply, first thing Monday morning at eight. Here's their file!" He handed a thick office folder across the desk to her, as Marsha came into the office with her clothes.
"Thanks!" she said, and immediately started dressing.
"Your appointment is with Bobby Jones, the owner. We go way back! Matter of fact, I drew up a letter of
introduction for you to give old Bobby. Give it to him first thing."
He tossed a sealed envelope on top of the file.
"They are one of our biggest customers, and sell to hospitals and clinics all across the state." He mashed the button on his controller, silencing her watch, as he continued his instructions.

Jenny, Part #7

Jenny spent all weekend preparing for Monday's meeting. The office had
provided her with some impressive brochures and price lists to hand out, as well as
charts and graphics to aid in her presentation. She had talked her favorite
clothing store out of a plastic female bust they used in their lingerie
department to display bra's. It was small and light enough to fit inside the
carry bag she used to organize her demonstration kit. The bag had small wheels
and a pull up grip, so it was easy to handle.
She rose early on Monday, to give herself plenty of time to get ready.
Selecting a conservative charcoal gray skirt and white blouse that she liked.
Even her husband gave her a complement before he left for work! After some final
make-up adjustments, she was on her way. Kelly hadn't signaled her yet this
morning, but she wasn't too surprised. She said she was going to begin cutting
her production down, and she had cut back from six to four sessions over the
weekend. Her production hadn't tapered off yet though, as her glands were now
swollen with milk.
Arriving at their offices right on time, was directed to Mr. Jones second
floor office. His secretary was expecting her, and took her right in to his
office, helping her with her case. He was a short, jolly looking man with a
"good old boy" southern accent and charm.
"So that old S.O.B. Scotty sent you over, eh?" He said with a smile, after
handshakes and introductions had been exchanged. He leaned back in his chair,
and tore open the envelope Dr.Scott had sent along for him.
"So what do you have to show me today Jenny?"
"Well, we are introducing a revolutionary new breast pump to the market" she
began. Mr. Jones finished reading the letter, sliding it back into the envelope
and dropping it into a drawer. He leaned forward on the desk, and gave her all
of his attention. She set a color brochure in front of him. He listened intently
as she went through her presentation, asking for occasional clarifications and
explanations along the way.
"O.K. lady, it sounds like a winner. I'd like to see it in action though!"
"That's no problem, Mr. Jones!" she answered. She pulled the plastic bust out of
her case, and set it on top of his desk, along with the pump and harness which
was already on display. Deftly, she showed him how to attach the harness to the
pump and collection bottle and strap it to the torso.
"Are the cups supposed to cover half the breast? I've never seen one designed like that before!" he asked.
"No, this harness was custom designed for a much larger women!" she replied with a blush. "All kits are supplied with small, medium and large cups."
"Excuse me just a moment" he said, and cradled the receiver of his phone,
hitting a speed dial key. "Mr. Jones here! I believe I'm expected...Very good."
Jenny waited patiently for him to finish the call. "Hi! This is Bobby Jones. I
was told to let you know when I'm ready!.....Very good, thank you!" he said,
hanging up the receiver.
"I'm sorry about that. Now, where were we?" he asked, returning his attention to her. Just then, her watch buzzed, triggering the subconscious response in her body.
"Pardon me for saying so miss, but it looks like you would do a right fine job of fillin' those cups out!" he said with a smile.
Jenny's face drained of colour as she felt both nipples begin to release a flood of milk, soaking right through her bra!
"Good golly! Looks like I was right!" he said, seeing the dark blotches start to spread on her chest. He rose, and stepped around the desk, snatching the harness from the plastic bust.
"Let's get you hooked up!" Jenny groaned helplessly. She removed her blouse
and unhooked her bra, keeping the dripping fabric pressed up against her nipples.
As Mr. Jones d****d the harness in front of her, she dropped the bra, milk pouring
freely out of her nipples, staining the front of her skirt.
She guided the cups in place, finally containing the flow. Mr. Jones connected
the harness behind her back, and she flipped the switch on the pump, sighing loudly
with relief as she felt the flow start pulsing out of her engorged breasts.
Shocked, she felt Mr. Jones reaching around and grasp her full mounds.
She was speechless and unable to protest, as he began to milk them with his hands.
Chuckling out loud, he slid around in front of her. Undoing his belt, he let his
pants drop down to his ankles! His freed member bobbed up towards her face,
already semi-erect! She smelled his musty scent, now only inches from her face.
Her mouth filled with saliva, as the b**st within her was awakened. Her clitoris
was thickly swollen and she parted her legs and arched her pelvis forward,
enabling her to grind up against the front corner of her chair seat. Letting out
a soft gasp as he plunged forward, pressing his swollen knob past her pouting
lips into her warm, moist mouth.
"Look up at me dear" he said, as he cradled the back of her head. She tilted back and looked up into his eyes, gasping for air around his swelling cock. She flicked her tongue against the underside of his crown within her mouth, drawing a sigh from him.
"So how long does it usually take to milk?" he asked, and he slowly began to
slide his cock back and forth, pressing deeper with each forward pass.
"Aaouut weeiiyy iiuuss!" she choked out as best she could, maintaining eye contact with Mr. Jones, as he continued to look down at her.
"Describe what it feels like, and speak up a little!" he asked with a smile.
"Oooaahh iiii ooowww iieee lllleeee oouuuueee!" and she gagged around him, as he ground his hips into her
face. Her drool flowed down her chin, and she felt it plopping wetly on her breasts! She began to grind her hips around in a circle, as a familiar tingling started to build deep within her cunt lips.
She reached up and cupped his testicles, feeling them slowly begin to tighten as
she kneaded them gently with her fingers. A familiar, salty taste hit her
tongue, and she knew he was nearing release. "Ohh, Jesus baby, Jesus!" he
moaned and she felt his shaft turn to steel in her mouth. His warm seed erupted
against her throat as she felt pulse after pulse of sperm traveling through his
swollen urethra cradled against her tongue. It was an amazing feeling to her, as
she felt herself milking him dry on the one hand, while simultaneously being
drained by the suckling at her breasts. She shuddered with release, as wave
after wave of orgasm swept her away!
She held still as their spasms slowly relaxed, holding his firm shaft silently
in her mouth. She moaned with her mouth still full of his cock and seed, sending
soft vibrations through his still hard organ. Slowly she began to work her
tongue up against him, and was rewarded as more semen oozed out into her waiting
mouth. He let go of the back of her head, and she pulled back slowly, sliding
her lips tightly down his shaft. Finally she allowed him to swing free, her lips
now locked together in a tight line. She tilted her head back to look up at him,
and waited till she had his attention. Her nipples were still throbbing with
pleasure from the pump, and her breasts were now comfortably released from
pressure. Her cheeks were bulging from the combination of his seed, and her
saliva. Taking a big swallow, only emptying half from her mouth. Seeing
the delight of his response, and smiled as she struggled to swallow the
remainder! Licking her lips, she gave him a big, open-mouthed grin!
Laughing, Mr. Jones pulled up his trousers, and walked around to his chair.
"You are a special girl!" he said, swiveling around to face her. "How many do I buy,
and where do I sign!"
So began the remarkably successful career of our lovely girl, jenny!