Everyday heros-Mary 2

Mary stood under the weak shower spray in the staff changing room, hot water sluicing over her cum-streaked body. Bill’s load was stubborn — sticky ropes still clung to the underside of her heavy tits and the tops of her stockings. She scrubbed roughly, but the scent lingered. Musky. Male. Foreign.

Sally slipped into the stall beside her, completely naked, her perky tits and tight arse on full display. The younger woman didn’t bother with modesty anymore.

“First facial from someone you know?” Sally asked cheerfully, soaping her own thighs. “Mine was my old uni lecturer. Came so hard he nearly passed out.”

Mary didn’t answer. She just let the water run over her face.

The next morning – 7:00 AM

The uniform felt even tighter today. Mary’s breasts strained against the fabric, nipples already visible through the thin material. The hem of the skirt barely covered the curve of her arse as she walked. Every male patient and security guard they passed stared openly. It was encouraged now.

Her first donor was a tall, muscular Black man in his thirties. The gloryhole panel opened and his thick, heavy cock slid through — already rock-hard and veined. Mary’s bare hands (she’d given up on gloves after yesterday) wrapped around him. No hesitation this time.

“Fuck, Nurse…” came the deep groan from the other side.

She worked him with both hands, long twisting strokes, thumbs pressing firmly under the head. Her big tits rested against the wall as she leaned in, deliberately rubbing her soft cleavage against his shaft between strokes. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the small booth.

When he came it was like a fountain — powerful jets splattering her neck and tits, dripping down her cleavage in thick white rivers. Mary milked him dry, then scooped some onto two fingers and sucked them clean while staring at the one-way observation mirror.

Her husband Tom was in the viewing room again today, courtesy of the new “Family Support Programme.” He watched helplessly, his cock locked in a clear government chastity cage, straining painfully as his wife serviced a superior specimen.

Mary blew her husband a sticky kiss through the

[glass.

By](http://glass.By) midday she’d emptied fourteen donors. Her arms ached, but that low, traitorous heat between her legs had become constant. Sally found her during the lunch break and pulled her into a supply cupboard.

“You need to relax,” the redhead purred, dropping to her knees. Before Mary could protest, Sally’s eager tongue was between her thighs, licking hungrily at the mixture of her own arousal and residual cum. Mary gripped the younger woman’s hair, hips rolling, biting back moans as she came hard for the first time in weeks.

When Sally stood up, lips shiny, she grinned. “We girls have to help each other now. Pussy is the only thing they haven’t banned yet.”

Afternoon Shift – Mother & Son Booth

The new protocol was displayed on the screen: Special Family Contribution Sessions – Bonus Points.

Mary’s stomach twisted when she saw who was booked.

A nervous 22-year-old man was already strapped into the milking chair, cock exposed and dripping. Standing beside him, flushed and embarrassed in a tight support uniform, was his mother — a curvy Pakistani woman in her mid-40s with even larger breasts than Mary’s.

“P-please be gentle with him,” the mother whispered.

Mary didn’t answer. She knelt in front of the young man and took his surprisingly thick cock into her warm mouth without warning. The son gasped. His mother whimpered but didn’t look away as Mary bobbed her head, sucking noisily, one hand massaging his balls while the other reached out to squeeze the mother’s heavy tit through her uniform.

“Help me,” Mary ordered, pulling back with a wet pop. “Stroke him with me.”

The mother obeyed with shaking hands. Together they worked the young man’s cock — mother and experienced nurse in perfect rhythm. When he finally erupted, Mary aimed the first powerful spurt straight onto his mother’s face. The rest painted both women’s tits.

The mother was trembling, clearly aroused despite herself.

“Good boy,” Mary praised, patting his thigh. “Next week we’ll try full extraction with both of you on your knees.”

Evening – Public Extraction Square

The government had opened several outdoor “Community Milking Stations” to meet quotas. Mary was assigned the central one in the city plaza.

Under bright lights, surrounded by curious onlookers and patrolling policewomen, Mary worked on a line of men. No booths. Just a padded bench and her hands — and sometimes her mouth — in full public view.

One man was a police officer who had arrested her neighbour Bill earlier that day for trying to masturbate at home. Now he was here, cock out, while Mary gave him the roughest handjob of the day — fast, twisting, almost vicious strokes while crowds watched.

“Faster, Nurse,” he growled.

Mary spat on his cock and jerked him mercilessly until he hosed her uniform with cum. The crowd applauded.

Her own husband was **** to stand nearby in his chastity cage, holding the collection vials like a

[servant.

As](http://servant.As) the final donor of the night — a young interracial lad barely legal — fucked her tits while she sat on the bench with her legs spread, Sally knelt between Mary’s thighs again, licking her clit in time with the titfuck.

Mary came hard, moaning loud enough for the entire square to hear, just as the young man painted her face and hair with yet another load.

That night, back home, Mary didn’t even let Tom speak.

She pushed him onto the sofa, hiked up her cum-stained skirt, and sat on his face again. While he desperately licked her, she scrolled through the new government app on her phone — “Donor Leaderboard.”

She was in the top 5% for volume extracted.

A message popped up:

Congratulations, Nurse Mary. You have been promoted to Senior Milking Specialist. Tomorrow you will lead the new “High-Yield Triple Extraction” team. Interracial premium donors. Live streaming option enabled.

Mary smiled, grinding her soaked pussy harder against her cuckolded husband’s tongue.

“Tomorrow’s going to be a long day, Tommy,” she murmured, voice thick with lust. “And you’re going to watch every second.”

She was no longer just doing her duty.

She was starting to love being one of the everyday heroes.