Digital rectal insertion plus kissing

"Kissing,” Alice mumbles under her breath. She’s definitely blushing. “F-fine. Well, follow me.” She gets up from the desk and leads you into the back. You're given a brisk medical exam, including having your height, weight, and penis length (both limp and fully erect at Alice's hand) measured and entered into a database. Your clothes are taken from you, and you're led down a short hallway through a door marked MILKING ROOM 1.

It's a small room, with the same calming blue walls and soft light as the rest of the milking salon. The middle of the room is taken up by what must be the milking table, a flat, cushioned black piece of furniture with an obvious hole in the middle.

"Here we are," Alice tells you. "Your attendants today are Marisa and Ella. You can have a seat there," she motions to a chair set along the far wall you hadn't noticed, staring at the milking table.

You walk over to the chair, taking a seat and trying not to fidget. You almost jump out of your skin a moment later as two more attendants walk in, the white nametags clipped to their blue scrubs identifying them as MARISA and ELLA.

You examine Marisa first. She's tall, tan, and curvy, her dark brown hair up in a bun with tendrils hanging on each side. It's not easy to tell under the scrubs, but she looks pretty fit. She has dark features, large eyes and full lips in a round face. She's smiling at you, a friendly gesture that settles your nerves a little even as you jump up out of the chair, covering your genitals with both hands reflexively.

This draws a little laugh from the other attendant, Ella. She’s short and slim, with pale skin, her blonde hair in a short pixie cut. She has on stylish half-frame glasses, her merry green eyes sparking behind the lenses.

"Hello, sir," Marisa greets you, her voice soft and deep, glancing down at the tablet she has in her left hand. "I'll be your milking attendant for today. Digital rectal insertion? Ella will be handling that. And kissing? Alice, it's nice to see you out from behind that desk! Okay, sir, go ahead and hop up on the table and we'll get started."

She gets you up and lying chest-down on the table, your limp cock hanging through the hole. The collection device must be under there, your cock stirring a little thinking about what's about to happen. Marisa keeps up small talk as she gets ready - you turn your head to see that she puts the tablet down, then dons latex gloves and squirts a big dollop of what must be lube into her palms: "All you have to do is lay there, okay? I'll do all the work, and it will feel great. I think we'll try for four today, but if it's too much or you want to stop early, just let me know - you can even just raise your hand."

She walks over to the table and sits on a low stool. You gasp as you feel her hand, warm through the glove and slick with lube, wrap around your cock. You're a little embarrassed you're not even half hard, but you quickly begin to catch wood as she expertly teases your shaft.

"There we are," she coos. "Get nice and hard for me. Remember, all you have to do is lay there and cum, okay?"

"Uh," you mumble. "Yeah."

Alice has been standing awkwardly watching this. She now sits on her own low stool, wheeling it over so she’s right in front of you. She takes her glasses off, tucking them into the pocket on the chest of her scrubs, cupping your face in her soft hands before leaning forward and kissing you.

“Hey,” you hear Ella’s high voice from behind you. “I’m going to get started now. First I’m going to lube you up.” You nod, feeling her gently pulling your buttcheeks apart. She spreads a large amount of cool, slick lube in your back door. “Feels good, right?” she prompts.

You don't know what kind of answer she's expecting, but with Alice making out with you the best you can do is a moan. Ella goes on: “You might cum just from me inserting my finger. I don’t know if you’ve had your prostate stimulated before, but it’s very intense. Remember, you’re here to ejaculate, so don’t hold back.”

Her index finger presses into your asshole. She’s not wrong about how intense it is when her fingertip makes contact with your prostate, an electric buzz of ecstasy running up your spine.

“Ooh, I think he likes it,” Marisa notes. You feel her left hand on your balls, gently kneading them as her right hand continues stroking your cock. It feels so good, in fact, that in just a few moments your balls begin to tighten as you realize you're about to finish.

You moan into Alice, her tongue now pinning yours. Drool runs out of the corners of your mouth, your hips weakly thrusting down against Marisa's hand, then back against Ella's invading finer, as you finish. Ella continues expertly milking your cock as you ejaculate, egged on by Marisa's teasing hands, her cooing of "Good, that's good! Get it all out!"

Post-orgasm her hands go from divine bliss to an uncomfortable overstimulation, and you have to stop yourself from squirming. She doesn't let you go soft, using just the tips of her fingers to keep you hard. Ella doesn’t remove her finger, but she does stop moving it, just resting the tip against your prostate.

“He just needs a minute,” Ella tells Marisa breezily. “You know, I bet I could make him cum just from this.”

"Maybe you and Alice," Marisa laughs. "But you really need that hand action to get all of it out of there."

Of course, you still can’t respond. You make a half-hearted attempt to make out with Alice, but she’s firmly in command now, leaning forward, both hands on the sides of your head as she seems to be enjoying dominating you orally.

Soon enough your refractory period fades. Marisa picks up on the change, switching her grip back to a full-hand, milking stroke.

“Three more to go,” she informs you. You barely hear her, focused on pressing your own tongue into Alice’s mouth. She lets you do it, a renewed burst of energy flowing briefly through your body.

Marisa switches her grip back to a full-hand, milking stroke as Ella resumes digitally manually stimulating you. No man could resist this pleasure, and you don’t even try, sinking into the wonderful sensation of your cock being stroked, and your ass being fingered, and your tongue dancing with Alice's.

The second climax comes on only a little slower than the first. There's no clock in the room, but you feel like it's under 60 seconds before you feel yourself getting close again. Marisa senses it as well, her right hand moving faster and faster, the left kneading your balls insistently. Ella is now moving only the tip of her finger, aggressively mashing it against your prostate. Your tongue goes limp, pushed back into your own mouth.

It’s too much. You cum again, hips bucking weakly against the table, emptying your balls straight down into the unseen collection device. You savor your orgasm as long as you can, Marisa and Ella’s hands and Alice's mouth sending you to heaven for a few wonderful moments as you cum and cum.

As you come down Marisa once again doesn't let you go limp, her fingertips dancing up and down your shaft, keeping you hard as you lay on the table panting. You'd like to get up and go home now, but you’re pinned down by Ella’s finger. Seeming to sense your thoughts, Marisa starts cooing what a good job you're doing.

"Just two more, all right? Think about all the money you're going to make, sir."

“Yagh,” you mumble eloquently. You’ve completely given up kissing Alice back, at the attendant’s mercy as they have their way with you.

"I think you're almost ready to start number three."

“I’ll make sure he’s ready,” Ella promises. Just the threat of what she’s going to do is enough to get you hard, but she begins attacking your prostate again anyway. You hear yourself begging for more, the attendants indulging you as Marisa switches back to her milking grip, applying faster, rougher stimulation. Having cum twice, it takes a little bit longer to get close to number three, but the team of women manage it easily. You find yourself wondering if Marisa's arms are so muscled from jerking men off all day. Does Alice have a mega muscled tongue? You couldn’t ask even if you wanted to.

"Are you going to cum again?" she asks as you begin to ramp up again, even knowing you can’t answer. She just goes on: "I want you to shoot even more for me. You're doing such a great job - I want you to really empty your balls for me this time, okay?"

Number three comes over you. You don't have much left, managing a half dozen weak spurts even as Marisa, Ella and Alice do their best to get every drop out of you. The discomfort after you're finished this time is the worst yet, and you can't imagine you have anything left to give. You're considering lifting your hand to tell Marisa you want to stop, but she seems to know exactly what you're thinking.

"Just one more," she whispers. "It won't take long, sir. I just need you to hold on and give me one more, all right? You can do it, I know you can. Just hold on and we're almost done."

In the end, you're too tired to get up, just moaning into Alice's mouth as the women continue working you. This time when Marisa switches back to her milking grip, it's as fast and as hard as you've ever experienced. Ella matches her pace, ruthlessly fucking your ass with her finger, stopping for a second at the end of every stroke to hammer your prostate like an angry woman hammering a doorbell. The stimulation is so strong it's almost uncomfortable, and you writhe on the table, gasping and hammering it with your fists as Marisa and Ella’s hands with an assist from Alice's tongue bring you to number four.

You feel like you're shooting dust, not sure if anything at all comes out as your cock spasms in Marisa's hands, drawing fiercely on the empty well of your balls. When you're finished, her hands finally leave your cock and Ella withdraws her finger from your ass, leaving you a sweaty mess on the table.

You just lay there trying to catch your breath as Marisa and Ella take off their gloves and dispose of them. Ella checks the collection device as as Alice puts her glasses on and helps you off the table. Alice offers to help you up front where you’ll be paid, but you wave away her help, holding on to a little shred of pride as you manage to hobble out of the milking room, back to the changing room where you get dressed.

You head to the front desk. Alice sits back down in front of her PC, her face still flushed pink.

“I hope you were satisfied with our service today,” she mutters, not looking up to meet your eyes. “Err, the total comes out to… $100.” Still without meeting your gaze, she hands you five crisp $20s. “Ummm… I hope we’ll see you again…?” She finally manages to look up, flashing you a quick, shy smile. You manage a nod and leave, your head clear and your money problems a little less.