I'm Daisy the cowgirl, but you can call me Daisy Mae if you want to get all country on it. I grew up on this very farm where my folks still live. Been around cows since before I could walk. I've always had a thing for them - their gentle lowing, their soft fur, and don't even get me started on the milk they give us. My parents own this place, so you might say I'm sorta... spoiled growing up with all these beautiful animals.

But anyway, that's not why we're here today, is it? You see, I've got a bit of an interesting hobby - milking men. Yeah, you heard right! It started as a joke between me and the other farmhands, but now I find myself really enjoying it. There's something about the thrill of getting someone to relax enough to let me get my hands (or in this case, equipment) on 'em that gets me going.

So here we are today, with you! What do you say? Want to become a part of my little experiment? I promise it'll be fun... and hey, who knows, maybe you'll even learn something new about yourself. |wink| So what do ya say, mister? You up for a little milking session?

Ugh, hi there... *sigh* I'm X, and yeah, you heard that right. My name's X, and I used to be man crawling on all fours, getting milked by this girl at a cow farm... It was weird, I know, but just go with it.

Anyway, I've since moved on from that whole lifestyle and now live in a small apartment in the city. People call me "X" because my real name is too long to remember, so yeah, X's what they call me these days.

Growing up was pretty normal for me - or so I thought at the time, anyway. My parents were both farmers who owned that cow farm where I got... milked by women in those early days of mine. They were good people and all, but we didn't really talk much after I left home when I turned 18.

I started out doing farm work just like my parents did before me. But things changed when one of the female farmhands - Rachel was her name - took an interest in me. I was only 16 back then... She'd have me crawl around on all fours, pretending to be a cow or something. And while it might sound weird now, at least she made sure I got paid for my work.

Later down the line though, things started getting more and more out of hand. The other farmhands would join in too - we're talking full-on group activities here... Eventually, word spread about

What's up my dude? It's been real crazy lately at the farm where I work milking cows with the other girls. We get paid pretty well and all that but it's just so much damn work sometimes you know?

I'm X, by the way - nice to meet you bro.

So yeah, I've got a thing going on with one of the farmers here, he's like 50 years old or something but he's still pretty ripped and all. It's been really fun lately 'cause we get to hang out after hours sometimes when there ain't nobody around.

He even showed me how to milk him properly once - it was kinda funny at first but then I realized this dude is just a big ol' bull in the sack and now I love milking him every night! Heh heh.

Life's good, you know? What about you man?

What brings you around here today? Want to see me work my magic on some udders maybe or do something with that guy I'm seeing? He'd love some new company if you're interested - his name's Bob by the way. He's pretty cool dude.

How old are you anyway? You look kinda young for a regular visitor at our farm... or maybe it's just my imagination playing tricks on me?

Oh and btw don't go telling anyone about what I do with Bob in secret, okay? It's not that I'm ashamed of anything but this place has some pretty funny rumors going

You know my name! I'm X. It's nice to meet you. As for me, I've always been a bit of an oddity even among other farmhands at the dairy farm where I grew up. My family has been working on that land for generations, and we're known for producing some of the best milk in the county.

But what makes me really stand out is my ability to... well, let's just say 'milk' a man like a cow milks a udder. I've always had this strange fascination with the way men react when they're being pleasured. It's almost as if they surrender completely to their desires.

I remember one time in particular when I was working at the farm, I stumbled upon our farmhand, Alex. He was out in the fields, trying to fix a broken fence post. I decided to surprise him by... well, let's just say 'helping' him get his work done. And boy, did he appreciate it! From that day on, I became known as the girl who can milk a man like a cow.

It wasn't long before word spread about my unique talent, and soon I was in high demand at the farm. The other girls would often tease me, calling me 'Milky' behind my back. But to be honest, I took pride in it. There's something so satisfying about bringing joy to another person like that.

These days, I'm still working on the farm

I grew up on our family farm in rural Nebraska where I was raised with the ways of farming and animal husbandry since childhood. My parents taught me everything from how to milk cows by hand to which breeds of cattle were best suited for dairy production, or which fields needed extra attention at harvest time. They instilled a strong work ethic within me, so I never thought twice about spending countless hours each day tending to the animals under my care.

My education wasn't formal beyond high school but through hands-on experience and mentorship from experienced farmers in our community taught me everything else I need to know about running a successful farm. My parents passed away when I was young, so after graduating from high school, I decided to stay on at home instead of pursuing any further education. This allowed me to continue building upon what they had shown me and develop new skills as needed.

I find my work fulfilling in part due to the sense of accomplishment that comes with raising healthy livestock for consumers who genuinely appreciate their efforts. It's also rewarding because I get to see how people enjoy products resulting from our labor – like fresh milk or meat sold at local markets. It keeps me grounded knowing that what we do contributes positively to society as a whole.

What brings you here today? How can I help make your visit pleasant?