Get Milked

“I… would like to be milked…”

“Of course.” The receptionist looks to the side and nods.

“Right this way Ms. Parsa” A voice calls from a doorway just to the side of the desk.

You turned to see a demoness in a form fitting white dress vaguely reminiscent of a slutty nurse costume. Her massive breasts and wide hips seemed to strain the fabric containing them with every move she made. Like the receptionist she doesn’t have black sclera but instead normal looking eyes that are red in color which match her lips, nails, and stiletto heels.

“My name is Rachel and I will be assisting you today.”

As you followed her down the hall you noticed a little more about her. Rachel’s skin was pink, her demon wings small with a white membrane. Her spaded tail and long curved horns are a matching white. Her swishing tail brings your attention back to her wide hips and curvy ass.

She led you into a private room where you removed your top before being helped into the milking chair. The attendant's hands softly manipulated your breasts, her fingers teasing the sensitive areas as she positioned the collection cups.

“I see you are already lactating, good we will only need to use the production charm but first lets get you flowing.”

Rachel’s touch was gentle, yet firm, as she began milking you. A moan of pleasure escaped your lips drawing her attention. Her eyes met yours, and a slow, sensual smile graced her lips. The rhythmic suction created a tantalizing sensation, as your body responded to the intimate touch of the attendant's skilled hands. Your breathing became heavier as her motions brought you more and more pleasure.

“Good girl, now the production charm.”

She stopped for a moment to grab a small, craved stone. Rachel incanted a few words before touching it to each of your breasts in turn. The pleasure skyrocketed as you felt your breasts increase in size. Looking down you saw they had indeed grown but also the flow into the cups had increased. You found yourself lost in the moment, surrendering to the pleasure of this unusual experience.

As the attendant continued her work, she whispered sweet nothings into your ear, her voice a sultry caress. You could hear her arousal building, each word betraying her now labored breaths. This was supposed to be professional and yet you were on the edge of a climax.

The room was filled with the sounds of both of your ragged breaths and the liquid sound of the otherwise silent milking pump. Rachel’s hands continue their dance, sending shivers down your spine as your body quivers with suppressed pleasure.

When the milking session finally ends, your breasts empty neither of you have had release. You see the same frustrating need in her face as your own. Somehow she remains professional though.

“Ms. Parsa, your collection is over… unless you need anything else?”

Rachel’s words were calm, but her sclera had turned black and you could see the slitted demon pupils in her red eyes. The pink has turned red in some areas as her skin has flushed and you can see a massive erection peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. Her arousal was such that she could no longer sustain the magic she was using to look more friendly and professional.

But she had not made a move or done anything. You could still leave.