The Free Trial

Ms. Kasawale noticed Yumi’s apprehension as she stood before the imposing milking machine. The tension in Yumi’s shoulders and the uncertainty in her eyes were palpable. With a reassuring smile, Ms. Kasawale stepped closer, her voice warm and soothing.

“Yumi, I can see this is a big step for you. To help you feel more comfortable and informed, how about we do a trial run with the milk pump? It’s a great way to experience the equipment firsthand and see what it’s like,” Ms. Kasawale suggested.

Yumi looked up, her eyes meeting Ms. Kasawale’s with a mix of hesitation and hope. “You think that would help?”

“Absolutely,” Ms. Kasawale responded, nodding. “It’s completely optional, and you can stop at any time if you’re uncomfortable. It’s all about helping you feel confident about the role.”

Mr. Tanaka, who had been quietly observing the exchange, added his support. “I think it’s a great idea, Yumi. Experiencing the process directly might really help you decide.”

With a nod of agreement, Yumi followed Ms. Kasawale to the demonstration station. The area was thoughtfully arranged, with soft, ambient lighting and comfortable padding to ensure privacy and ease.

Ms. Kasawale gently guided Yumi to a seat near the milker. “Let’s start by getting you ready. Just relax, and we’ll take it step by step.”

Yumi’s fingers trembled slightly as she began unbuttoning her blouse. Each button slipped free with a soft pop, revealing more of her skin. The cool air of the room brushed against her bare skin as she hesitated, her heart racing. Ms. Kasawale, with a practiced touch, helped Yumi slide out of her blouse, setting it aside carefully.

“Now, let’s get your bra off,” Ms. Kasawale said gently, her hands moving with delicate precision.

As Ms. Kasawale unhooked the clasp of Yumi’s bra, the fabric fell away, revealing Yumi’s breasts for the first time in this setting. Yumi’s chest was a vision of soft, inviting curves. Her breasts were full and round, with a natural, pleasing shape that was both elegant and sensual. The sight of them was striking—generous in size and perfectly proportioned, their delicate pink nipples standing out against her pale skin.

Ms. Kasawale’s eyes widened slightly in appreciation. “Wow, Yumi. You have such beautiful, full breasts. They’re truly impressive.”

Mr. Tanaka’s gaze was fixed on Yumi’s exposed chest, his expression one of astonished admiration. “Incredible. Yumi, you look absolutely stunning. Your size and shape are perfect.”

Blushing deeply, Yumi stood still, her breathing shallow as she felt the weight of their gaze. Ms. Kasawale, ever professional, gently assisted Yumi as she adjusted the straps of the industrial milker. The harnesses were carefully fitted around Yumi’s torso, ensuring a snug yet comfortable fit. The soft, padded cups of the machine were positioned perfectly around her breasts.

“Alright, everything is set up. I’ll connect you to the machine now,” Ms. Kasawale said, her tone both encouraging and reassuring.

As Ms. Kasawale connected the suction cups to Yumi’s breasts, Yumi could feel the cold, smooth edges of the equipment against her warm skin. The moment the suction began, a gentle pull started to envelop her. The sensation was rhythmic and surprisingly intimate.

Yumi’s breath caught in her throat as the machine activated. The soft, pulsating suction created a wave of unexpected pleasure. She couldn’t help but let out a breathy gasp. “Oh… wow. This feels… incredible,” she murmured, her voice trembling with surprise and excitement.

Ms. Kasawale watched Yumi closely, noting the shift in her demeanor. “It’s normal to feel a strong reaction at first. The sensation can be quite stimulating, especially when you’re new to it. It’s just part of adjusting to the machine.”

Yumi’s eyes fluttered as she tried to maintain control, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Her body responded eagerly to the rhythmic pull of the machine, and she began to moan softly, unable to completely suppress her reactions. “Mmm… it’s so… intense,” she gasped, her fingers clutching the edges of the seat.

Mr. Tanaka, observing Yumi’s increasingly evident pleasure, felt his own arousal heightening. The sight of Yumi’s reactions and the intimate nature of the demonstration was more than he could handle. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

“I need to… step away for a moment,” Mr. Tanaka stammered, his voice strained. He quickly excused himself, heading toward the restroom with urgency.

Mr. Tanaka stumbled out of the demonstration area, his heart racing and his thoughts a chaotic swirl of arousal and frustration. The images of Yumi’s voluptuous, exposed breasts were burned into his mind, each gasp and moan from her only heightening his own desire. But it wasn’t just Yumi's physical allure that had overwhelmed him; it was the sight of Reiko’s grotesque udders and growth that had pushed him past the brink an half an hour ago.

The restroom door clicked shut behind him, and Mr. Tanaka leaned against the cool, tiled wall, trying to steady his breathing. His reflection in the mirror showed a flushed face and eyes dark with need. He unzipped his pants with trembling hands, his thoughts consumed by the visceral images from before. As he began to relieve himself, the soft moans of Yumi reached him from the other room, intensifying his release. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of his labored breathing and the frantic rhythm of his actions.

Just as he was about to reach his peak, the door creaked open, and Ms. Kasawale entered, carrying a box of tissues. She had noticed Mr. Tanaka’s abrupt departure and sensed his distress.

“Mr. Tanaka,” she said gently, her voice laced with sympathy as she approached him. “I thought you might need these.”

She handed him the box, glancing at his exposed state. Her trained eye took in the scene, noting Mr. Tanaka’s small penis. Sometimes she forgot how privileged she was due to her own voluptuous physique. Reflecting on the many hung studs she had had the pleasure of choosing from over the years, she couldn’t help but comment.

“You know,” she said, trying to keep her tone light, “it’s not uncommon for Japanese men to be smaller compared to other cultures. It’s something I’ve noticed over time.” She offered a knowing smile. “Sometimes, I forget how fortunate I’ve been with the men I’ve been with—quite a few are exceptionally well-endowed.”

Mr. Tanaka took a deep breath and carefully asked, “Can you tell me more about that?”

Ms. Kasawale’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, Mr. Tanaka, it’s like a whole different experience. The pleasure is intense, the visual aspect is just thrilling.”

She leaned casually against the sink, her tone becoming more animated. “Seeing a massive dick is something special. It’s not just the feeling but the sight that gets me going. The bigger it is, the more it grabs my attention. It makes me want to just take it all in.”

Mr. Tanaka’s curiosity was piqued despite his discomfort. “So, it’s not just about the physical sensation?”

“Exactly,” Ms. Kasawale confirmed with a nod. “The sight of it can be so exciting. It makes me feel completely overwhelmed in the best way. It’s thrilling to see something so impressive, and it really gets me worked up.”

Mr. Tanaka, feeling a bit self-conscious, asked, “What were biggest sizes you’ve experienced?”

Ms. Kasawale grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve been with men who were around 8 to 10 inches. That’s quite big, and it makes a big difference. The biggest one I’ve had was about 11 inches. It was unforgettable—the sensation and the sight were out of this world.”

Mr. Tanaka shifted uncomfortably. “Wow, that sounds... quite impressive.”

Ms. Kasawale, noticing his discomfort, couldn’t resist a playful jab. “Well, Mr. Tanaka, I have to admit, there’s quite a range out there. You’re a bit on the smaller side compared to some of the guys I’ve been with. But hey, it’s not the size that matters, right? It’s how you use it... though, bigger definitely makes an impression.”

Mr. Tanaka chuckled awkwardly, clearly a bit embarrassed but also intrigued. “I guess it’s all about what you do with it.”

“Absolutely,” Ms. Kasawale said with a wink. “But I’ll be honest, seeing something impressive definitely adds to the excitement. It’s like having a big, beautiful piece of art—it’s visually stunning and just makes you want to appreciate it more.”

As Mr. Tanaka continued to finish up, trying to control his reactions, a loud moan echoed from the demonstration area. The sound was unmistakable and filled with intense pleasure.

Ms. Kasawale’s head turned towards the sound, a knowing look crossing her face. “It seems Yumi is really getting into it. Let me check on her.”

She quickly left Mr. Tanaka behind and returned to the demonstration room. Yumi was still strapped into the milker, her eyes closed and her body writhing in ecstatic pleasure. Her breathing was rapid and uneven, and she moaned softly, clearly lost in the sensations.

Ms. Kasawale approached her, her expression one of professional concern mixed with understanding. “Yumi, how are you doing? Is everything alright?”

Yumi, her cheeks flushed and her body still reacting to the machine, opened her eyes and managed a breathless smile. “It feels incredible... I didn’t expect to feel this good.”

“That’s great to hear,” Ms. Kasawale said, her tone warm and reassuring. “You’re doing wonderfully. Just let yourself enjoy the experience.”

With Yumi clearly in a state of bliss and everything under control, Ms. Kasawale decided to take a brief break. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and headed towards the vending machine for a coffee, needing a moment to herself after handling the delicate situation.