Routine

The next day was no different. Every woman he met that day asked him to take a sample. Hilda and Martha were obviously the most enthusiastic. Both returned twice that day.

Autumn found himself spending nearly all of his time in the barn, milking the cocks of the busty beauties that worked there.

It was a welcome change from the routine of his previous job.

But anything beats retail.

***

Weeks went by and Autumn found himself falling deeper and deeper into this strange new world. He was making more money than he imagined he would. The pay was good, and the work was surprisingly enjoyable. He loved the farm, especially the ladies. They were always happy to see him, and they were very, very appreciative. Autumn found himself spending every minute of spare time with the girls, they had taking to calling him pet or love or one of a million other affectionate names. They doted on him. Off hours, one was always playing with his hair or letting him rest his head on their legs, while they lounged in the common area.

It was as if he was the center of their world. He was the only man on the farm, and they adored him.

It was heaven.

He was living out his fantasy, every single day. His cock was constantly hard and he was always in need of release. No matter how much he attempted to relieve himself, he just could quite get the same thrill as when he had accidentally had a taste,

It was hell