Not a Chance

"Well done love," Chloe said tracing lines on Tim's chest, "Look how much you filled up the tank."

The once clear tank now had a significant amount of Tim's sperm coating the container.

"Okay," Tim struggled to catch his breath, "Will you let me go now?"

"Let you go?" Chloe's tone was questioning, "We just got started love, why would I let you go."

Tim rolled his head back as the milker continued to tease his sensitive cock.

"It does look like your cock is calming down though," Chloe bit her lip as she thought for a moment, "I guess I just have to turn it up to the next highest setting." Tim's eyes went wide as Chloe retrieved a remote from the bedside table, 'It has higher settings!'

"Don't worry love," Chloe said, "all I need to do is turn the milker up one notch," she flicked the switch as she said this. Once she did Tim felt the milker redouble its efforts on his cock. Immediately Tim felt cum begin to flow out of his cock and the tank continued to fill, "And your orgasm will resume," Chloe said in a very cheerful tone.

Tim felt like a thousand tongues were all working at milking his cock endlessly. He spasmed as the pleasure took control of his body.

Chloe brought her mouth next to Tim's ear, "This is level two, the highest is ten."

Tim's eyes rolled back in his head as he heard Chloe tell him just how much more the milker could do.