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 attendant today is Marisa. 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 another attendant walks in, the white nametag clipped to her blue scrubs identifying her as MARISA.

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.

"Hello, sir," she greets you, her voice soft and deep, glancing down at the tablet she has in her left hand. "I'll be your attendant for today. And you’ve selected… kissing! Well, well! Okay, 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’ll have to 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.

You can tell you’re in the hands (and mouth) of two experts. Marisa clearly has a lot of experience at her job, and you’re soon at full extension in her hand. Alice has meanwhile slipped her tongue into your mouth, engaging in an energetic tongue-wrestling session with you.

“Ooh, I think he likes it,” Marisa notes, although obviously neither you or Alice can respond. 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 as you finish. She continues expertly milking your cock as you ejaculate straight down, humping the milking table as you unleash spurt after spurt, egged on by Marisa's teasing hands.

"Good," she purrs, her hand slowing but not stopping as you finish. "Excellent job, sir!"

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.

"Just a little longer," she promises. "It'll start feeling good again soon. Can you hold on until then for me?"

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.

The second climax comes on all too soon. Your tongue goes limp, pushed back into your own mouth. Marisa is able to sense your energy flagging as your body prepared to ejaculate, her right hand moving faster and faster, the left kneading your balls insistently.

It's quickly too much as 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's hands and Alice’s tongue 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. 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 both attendant’s mercy as they have their way with you.

"I think you're almost ready to start number three,” Marisa notes.

You're not so sure, but she's proven right as your cock begins to beg for more. She 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 Marisa manages it easily. You find yourself wondering if her 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 does her 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 two 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. The stimulation is so strong it's almost uncomfortable, and you writhe on the table, gasping and hammering it with your fists as Marisa's hands 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. Alice finally breaks the kiss, leaving you a sweaty mess on the table.

You just lay there trying to catch your breath as Marisa takes off her gloves and disposes of them. She checks the collection device 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… $80.” Still without meeting your gaze, she hands you four 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.