New title up for sale on Smashwords, Amazon, and BN.com. Milk for Sale which is full of all sorts of good milking action by a young lady who never wanted to be a prostitute, but is selling one's breastmilk really prostitution?
I never started out trying to be a sex worker, but sometimes life takes you in unexpected directions. And is letting adult men nurse from my milk-heavy breasts really sex work? I don't. I got involved in this life for the money, but I stayed for reasons I have to keep secret. But maybe I’ll let you know…
This is a 15,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features graphic sex, erotic lactation, group sex, adult nursing relationships, lesbian sex, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
“I’m always interested in samples,” he said.
I raised my hand to my blouse and held it at the top button for a moment, and then I casually open it exposing a bit of cleavage and way too much skin. “Are you serious?”
“Only if you want to,” he said neutrally, but his eyes didn’t leave my chest.
“For two fifty? I can be serious about that.” I undid some more buttons letting him get a view of my bra. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. My family would be ashamed.
I didn’t care. The money was good for a bit of humiliation.
“I don’t have any way to collect your sample,” he told me.
“Oh?” My shirt was all the way open now. I reached into my bra and drew out one breast. “Are you sure?” I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I hoped it was worth the money.
Dr. Patterson waved me around his desk. I walked carefully, slowly, and with as much dignity as I could muster.
By this point we both knew what was going to happen; I couldn’t believe I was going to do it.
I walked up to him and leaned forward as he did the same. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked me, probably to protect himself.