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Ultraboy grabbed the milker from where he'd left it, pulled her to her feet and slowly attached it to his Mommyslut's cock, taking his time to cop a feel of her massive, slowly softening, slowly rehardening cock and her firm stomach, soft skin and huge breasts. The milker stretched to cover the entirety, even of her cock, making Ultraboy fairly sure that it would work on Nishi too, not that he'd compared their sizes of their cocks. Consciously. He activated the suction, and it sealed tight on her still-sensitive cock, drawing an **** moan from lips that had just been around his cock. He wasn't gay. Or even bi, but he was strongly attracted to her, all of her. The fact that this beautiful woman had a cock meant only that he was attracted to her cock, though not to her mind, anymore, as she didn't really have one. Still, her soul was good, she was kind...and she deserved a reward.

Her cum stuck the bottom of the current front of her costume to her stomach, when he **** it to, and her cock hung obscenely from the open bottom of her costume. He clipped the container to her costume in the middle of her back, over the symbol that had been on her breasts, when her costume was the right way around.

"This is to keep you from making a mess in my house." He explained. "And free up your hands for eating." Her hands reached for his cock and she started to kneel back down, Ultraboy caught her hands. "Food." He concluded.

He put his cock away and made himself look as dapper as he could, in a duralexx costume. Ultraboy took her to her room, tore through her closet and found a simple dress that would cover her to her knees, but she could still move in. He laid it out on her bed and ripped the costume off, up and over her head in a single rough motion, revealing her nakedness. She was wearing only the drying remnants of her cum on her stomach, his cum dripping from her ass and the milker.

He pulled the grey dress on over her head, dressing her like a doll, then put the container on the front, hanging inside her dress, between her breasts. ?This is the button to give yourself pleasure, without making a mess.? The button sent its signal and he could see the machine activate, both because the milker jerked and writhed like a living thing on her cock and she bent double, hands clawing at her cock though her dress, mouth forming incoherent syllables as the milker milked her. The container filled less than a fifth of the way, so he shouldn't have to swap them out too often and he had dirty ideas for her cum and her former enemies...

He turned off the pleasure, but not the suction, though he showed her how to do that too, after all she might need to piss...which tool would she use for that function? She could clearly use either for sex, he wondered, there were many interesting questions about futas and he clearly wasn't going to be short of subjects.

She straightened. "Good. But being Mommyslut is better." She said, reassuringly, affectionately, even lovingly?

He kissed her lightly on the lips, evading her effort to begin another round of sex and instead took her downstairs and they ate some reheated pizza.

When?