The Manley Dairy’s looking for a new hired man. Three good candidates have applied for the position, but it doesn’t matter how well they drive the tractor if they can’t get along with the Dairy Maids.
Kenny, Brett, and Travis all want to work at the dairy, but first they have to interview privately with the Dairy Maids. Emily, Chelle, Kitty, India, Amy, and Taylor will assess these young men's skills.
But what if one interview isn't enough to decide? The men better be ready to demonstrate their techniques in public.
Not every hired man will do for this specialized dairy.
Contains all five parts of this adventure in human resources.
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Here's a little taste:
Brett followed Emily up the ladder—was she wearing pink panties?—one dogged step at a time. Up top, he let her lead him behind a big drift of loose hay, into a secluded area where the light came in through the slats and a big green blanket lay spread over the hay. Emily plopped down on the blanket, patting the spot next to her. “Let’s talk about milk!”
“Erm, what about milk?” Brett could talk butterfat and pounds per cow, but she had her hands under those huge titties, lifting them like an offering. Words fled again.
“Our milk!” Chelle said, like that was entirely obvious. The way she pinched at a damp spot on her breast, maybe it was.
“Your—” He’d suspected, maybe hoped, but she was saying he was right? “I don’t—” He did but he didn’t believe it.
“Yes!” Both women pulled their blouses down, exposing their ginormous boobies.
Brett stared—he’d never met tits dressed only in bras, especially not lacy bras. “Your—”
“Well yes, of course.” Chelle opened a clasp between her breasts. The cups eased apart and she shrugged them away. Her breasts were free, uncovered, and—was that a white drop on her nipple?
“Oh dear, I don’t think Dirk explained very well!” Emily chirped. “We’re Dairy Maids, we provide the milk, and our new hired man has to help with milking and with applying pro-milk stimulants.”
“Yeah…” Bret’s head swam—four bare breasts, four enormous bare breasts filled his vision. Enormous, bare, drippy breasts… Four of ’em.
“Aw, Brett,” Emily cooed. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen breasts before.”
“I haven’t,” he choked out. “Not for real.”
“Really?” Chelle perked up, shooting quizzical glances at Emily and back to Brett. “You mean…?”
“I think he does, Chelle.” Emily scooted closer and slipped her hand into his.
“I don’t have much experience with the ladies,” Brett admitted through the flames consuming his face. His cheeks might set the hay on fire. “Erm, not any.”
“None at all?” Chelle marveled.
“Nope. Sorry.” Maybe he should leave, head out and pretend he’d never heard of the Manley Dairy.
“Oh, Emily! We’ve found a virgin!”
*****
Now, Kenny and Travis may have more experience, but could they have more enthusiasm than Brett? Better read it all to find out. You know you want to.
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