He feeds you his cock

The portly orderly shuffles around to the front of the milking stand, his cock swollen and red in his stroking fist as he admires your awkward position in the contraption. You lift your head to look at him. He steps closer, his cock now so near your face that you can see the little capillaries on the shaft and the glistening jewel of precum in the slit of his glans. You can smell the musk of his body and the slight sourness of piss. Worse, the smell is not nauseating at all, you feel the heat growing in your cunt. You cannot look away from his fist slowly pumping up and down his prick.

"I saw you playing with the monsters yesterday." He speaks just loudly enough for you to hear him over the sound of the pumps sucking the warm milk from your stretched nipples. "Watched the video they recorded. I could tell you loved it. Loved to get fucked. Now you want this, don't you?"

He leans forward, pressing the warm bulb of his cockhead against your cheek and smearing his precum from below your earlobe allt he way to your pursed lips. You shudder, unsure if it is arousal or revulsion.

"I heard they're gonna breed you with monsters now. Don't you want a man?" He jerks his cock, slapping it against your face. You try to turn away. The restraints of the milking stand prevent you from turning completely and he batters your cheek with his cockhead. "Come on bitch. Open that mouth for me. Suck my cock."

He grabs your head by the hair and roughly turns your face to his cock. He smears the leaking head of his cock back and forth slowly across your lips. Eyes closed, nostrils flaring, you inhale his scent with your pained gasps, his precum seeping through your clenched lips until you can taste it invading your mouth. You cannot bear it anymore. You relax your mouth and his cock slides easily between your lips, pressing your tongue back, invading you with his hot, flesh immediacy.

"Ohhhhh," he groans as he pushes to the back of your throat. "I knew you wanted it. Suck me."

You could bite him. You could try to spit him out. Instead, you give in to the urges shuddering through your body and slide your tongue in a swirl around the swollen head of his cock. The reaction from him is immediate, he releases your hair, but pushes forward, fucking your mouth as you willingly suck him. The slurps and pops of your mouth compete with the steady pump of suction from the milking.

The first few inches of the orderly's hot cockmeat thrust in and out of your mouth, through the swirling barrier of your tongue, to smear precum to the back of your throat. Each thrust you swallow the precum and each thrust you are rewarded with more of the oily liquid. Focusing on getting him off, enjoying the girth of the cock spearing your soft lips, your untouched cunny throbs and moisture beads at your velvet folds.

The orderly abruptly slides his cock from your mouth with a last slurp and a gasp of surprised air from you. Looking up, you see him lean in and lift his cock so it is pressed against his belly and the drooling tip is pointed at his head. His heavy, brown balls press against your lips, the warm eggs shifting in the fleshy sack as you open your mouth instinctively and begin bathing the sweaty lumps with your eager tongue.

He groans, pressing a testicle into your mouth and moaning for you to suck. You do, popping your lips on his spit-damped sack and drawing a tender egg into your mouth. He strokes himself steadily as you lick and suck his balls, tongue cleaning away his salty sweat, mouth smothered with the shifting, fleshy warmth of his scrotum.

"Fuck yeah, you little slut, I'm going to blow my load," he eases his balls from your mouth and presses his cock downwards, guiding it to your parted lips. "Suck that out and drink it down."

There is no hesitation in your mind. You lustily engulf his cock and begin bobbing your head as much as the milking stand will allow. The orderly works his hips, thrusting his cock into the hot, wet oval of your lips.

"Fuck!" shouts the orderly and you feel his cock throb in your mouth.

The thick, salty broth of his cum erupts against the back of your throat, gonad goo gushes against your tonsils, filling your throat with tacky spunk. You swallow the hot cum as it spurts into your mouth, moaning with pleasure around the throbbing cockmeat, working your hips slightly as if you are being fucked as you do your best to gulp every spurt. When the orderly finally slides his cock from your eager mouth it is to jerk the last spurts against your mouth, cheeks, and chin. Cum drools from your lips and hangs from your chin in a long, white strand.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," the sultry voice and English accent cut through the noise of the pumps and the heavy breathing.

The orderly steps back, stuffing his cock into his pants and turning to face the new arrival. Winny Van Helsing stands in the doorway of the pumping room, her body as extraordinarily voluptuous as ever, scarlet hair neaty pulled back and braided. The only way she has changed is she is wearing a fashionable pair of rectangular eyeglasses. She comes closer, hips swaying beneath her surprisingly shapely lab coat, corseted cleavage huge and pale and inviting between the open lapels of the white jacket.

"I watched you in the training arena yesterday. What a shameful performance. Now here you are, a good cow being milked, and I find you seducing our helpful orderlies."

"That's right," says the man, seizing the opportunity. "I was just adjusting the pumps and she grabbed my cock."

"Of course," she says to the man. "You may go. I'll deal with our misbehaving milk cow here."

The man hurries out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Winny saunters over to the controls for the pumping equipment and slowly dials up the suction. You feel the increasing pinch of the cups against your breasts and the hard tugging at your nipples. Your milked mammaries manage another white surge of liquid into the tubes leading to the container.

"I'm glad you're as much of a whore as you were when I knew you," says Winny, walking slowly around your body. She drags a finger through the cum on your chin and looks at the pearly liquid before wiping it on your shoulder. "The breeding program needs a slut like you who won't turn down a cock. A girl who knows how to please whatever I pair her with."

She drops a hand to one up-thrust cheek of your ass with sudden and surprising ****. You yelp in surprise at the stinging contact. Winny rests her hand there, rubbing your assflesh very slightly.

"Now are you going to be a good girl for me and cooperate," she says. "Or do I need to remind you that I am your master now? That you're just another specimen for my program?"