Mouth fucking machine

"Excellent, that's all we need. Well, then if you'll 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.

Alice leaves and 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. Just the mouth fucking machine? Very good. Go ahead and hop up on the table and we'll get started."

She puts the tablet aside, then 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 slides over a wheeled device, a large, bulky rectangle with an attached black, smooth dildo. It's at head height, and she lines it up with your mouth, talking all the while: "This is the mouth device you selected, sir. It will penetrate you orally during the milking, and it will ejaculate simulated semen when you ejaculate into the collection device. Open wide, please."

You open wide and Marisa pushes the device all the way forward, the dildo resting inside your mouth. It's thick and wide, but stops just short of triggering your gag reflex.

Marisa continues talking to you as she gets ready - you turn your head to see her donning 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 won't be able to speak with the device in your mouth, so just raise your hand."

She walks over to the table and sits on a low stool. You gasp around the dildo in your mouth 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. I'm going to turn the device on now."

With the flick of a switch the device springs to life, and the dildo starts fucking your mouth, pulling back until just the tip is between your lips before thrusting forward. It's both humiliating and soothing, and you find yourself drooling around the plastic cock as it fucks your mouth.

Marisa clearly has a lot of experience at her job, and soon you're at full extension. "You're so big, sir," she murmurs. You get the feeling she says this to all the men, but it feels good to hear anyway. You can't thank her with your mouth getting fucked, just managing a deep moan.

"Feels good?" she asks. You manage to nod, feeling 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're going to cum," Marisa murmurs. "That's good. I want you to cum a lot for me, okay? Can you do that?"

The only answer you can manage is orgasming in her grip, your hips weakly thrusting down against Marisa's hand as you finish. Just as she told you, the cock in your mouth also cums, pumping synthetic jizz down your throat. As you swallow it down Marisa continues expertly milking your cock. You find yourself swallowing and cumming, ejaculating straight down, humping the milking table as you unleash spurt after spurt out of your cock even as you suck a similar sized load down your throat.

"Good," she purrs, her hand slowing but not stopping as you finish. "You came so much - and you swallowed it all, too! 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?"

The cock in your mouth has slowed, almost stopped, and you suck on it dreamily. Just like Marisa said, soon enough your refractory period fades. She picks up on the change, switching her grip back to a full-hand, milking stroke.

"Feeling good, sir?" she asks. You manage a moan in return. "Three more to go and then we're done. All right? Can you do three more for me?" You let out another moan, trying to make this one sound like agreement.

As Marisa strokes you, the dildo between your lips picks up speed. Together they bring you to a second climax, which only takes a little longer to reach then the first. The dildo is now aggressively fucking your mouth, while Marisa's hand is 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. There's less cum shot down your throat this time, but still enough that you almost **** on it.

But you manage to drink it all down, swallowing it greedily as Marisa's hand sends you to heaven. 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 around the plastic cock in your mouth.

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."

"Ogah," you mumble around the dildo.

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

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. You don't quite have the courage to ask as she literally has you by the balls.

"Are you going to cum again?" she asks as you begin to ramp up again. The dildo is moving so fast all you can manage in return is a wet slurping noise as you suck on the invading cock.

"I want you to shoot even more for me," she pleads. "You're doing such a great job. I want you to really empty your balls for me this time, okay?"

You do your best as number three comes over you. Your jaw is getting sore now, but this feeling is smothered by your approaching climax. 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 cock in your mouth seems to be getting tired as well, barely producing enough fake cum for two swallows.

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 around the dildo as Marisa continues working you. This time when she 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. The dildo is totally finished, just one weak little bead of cum at the tip for you to taste.

When you're finished, Marisa's hands finally leave your cock, leaving you a sweaty mess on the table. She wheels the device back, the dildo shiny with your spit, no doubt going to need a good cleaning before the next client.

You just lay there trying to catch your breath as Marisa takes off her gloves and disposes of them. She checks the collection device, then helps you off the table. With a smile she tells you that you'll be paid up front, and you wave away her offer of helping you back to the changing room, 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 where Alice is waiting for you: "Oh, sir! I hope you were satisfied with our service today. Just a moment and I'll add up your payment for today." She stares intently at her screen, adding up your results. "There we are. Congratulations, you've earned $80!"

Not bad! You take the four crisp $20 she hands you and stick them in your pocket. With a smile she tells you to come back any time. You leave to go home, your head clear and your money problems a little less.