Ask Mira to guide my hands and show me the proper stroking technique for manual milking

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:10 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You settle onto the cushioned stool, your hands trembling as you look up at Mira. She moves to stand directly in front of you, positioning her swelling cock at your eye level. The mottled pink-white shaft thickens visibly as blood rushes through it, lengthening from eight inches toward what you estimate will be a full nine or ten when fully erect.

"Just... show me what to do," you whisper. "I don't want to hurt you or mess this up."

Mira's expression softens immediately. "You won't hurt me, Lily. Here—" She reaches down and gently takes both your hands in hers, guiding them toward her growing erection. "Start with both hands wrapped around the shaft like this. One above the other. Feel how the skin moves?"

Her cock pulses under your palms, radiating heat. You can feel the blood throbbing through the thick veins that run along the underside. The texture is smoother than you expected, almost silky despite its intimidating girth.

"Now just stroke upward—slowly at first," Mira instructs, her voice catching slightly as your hands begin to move. "Let your grip be firm but not crushing. The head is the most sensitive part, so when you reach it—yes, like that—twist your top hand slightly and—oh fuck—"

A thick bead of precum wells from her tip, clear and viscous. It rolls down over your knuckles.

"Am I doing it right?" you ask, your voice barely audible.

"Perfect," Mira breathes. "You're doing perfectly. Just keep that rhythm and—"

A sharp cry cuts through the parlor.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Kara, go slow!" Jasmine's voice rings out, strained but not panicked.

Your head whips around involuntarily. Jasmine is still on her hands and knees on the examination table, her dark skin gleaming with sweat under the lights. Kara stands behind her, that massive crimson demon cock pressed against Jasmine's puckered opening—the flared head already disappearing inside.

"I am going slow," Kara growls, her clawed hands gripping Jasmine's hips hard enough to leave marks. "Your ass is just incredibly fucking tight. Relax or this won't work."

"I'm trying," Jasmine pants. "Lily, watch this part—you need to see how the muscle—oh god, oh god—"

Another inch of thick demon cock slides into Jasmine's ass. You can see the rim of her hole stretching impossibly wide around that girthy shaft, the pink flesh pulled taut and glistening with lubricant.

Across the room, Tasha has Nora bent over a different table. The dog girl futa's cock is already halfway buried in Nora's ass, the distinctive bulge of her knot pressing insistently against the tight entrance.

"Fuck, your ass feels amazing," Tasha groans, her tail wagging frantically. "So hot and tight around my cock—"

"Push the knot in," Nora demands breathlessly. "I want to feel it lock inside me—"

Your hands have stopped moving entirely on Mira's cock. You're transfixed, watching as all four human women take increasingly deeper anal penetration. Elena is on her back on a table, her legs spread wide as Roxanne's tapered foxgirl cock pistons steadily into her ass. Marisol has Selene's enormous twelve-inch angel cock sliding slowly into her rear entrance, her face a mask of intense concentration mixed with pleasure.

"Lily?" Mira's gentle voice breaks through your trance. "You stopped."

You blink, suddenly aware that your pussy is soaking wet, your thighs clenched together unconsciously. A hot flush of shame and arousal washes through you.

"Sorry, I just—they're all—" You can't finish the sentence.

Mira cups your chin gently, tilting your face back up to meet her eyes. "It's okay to watch. It's incredibly hot. But you need to keep stroking me, or I won't be able to come." Her smile is kind despite the obvious need in her expression. "Here, let me guide you again."