Milking Machine

Tim shifted in his sleep his dreams going from the standard fantasies to something far more erotic. Soon his eyes opened wearily as he felt his girlfriends on his chest.

As his eyes opened fully Tim saw Chloe lying naked draped over his chest watching his face.

She was as beautiful as ever, "Good morning love," she said in a sultry tone Tim knew all too well. The pair of them were as naked as they could get, the sex last night had been so exhausting putting something on after was not even an afterthought for Tim. Tim looked along her body from her blue eyes that seemed to pierce into his, to her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, down her body further seeing her pert ass, down her legs to her strong thighs, her legs were bent at the knees with her lovely feet moving through the air.

'She wants to get it on again,' Tim thought already feeling how sore he would be after their love making session. It was at this moment that Tim realized he could not in-fact move. Tim looked down at his own body now and realized he had straps over his chest, arms, and legs. His wrists and ankles were also in cuffs.

"Chloe," Tim said, "What's going on?"

Chloe smiled her devilish smile before saying, "Well, do you remember those boxes I've been having delivered?"

"Yeah?"

"They're all finally here," she said becoming more and more excited, "And I can finally show you what they were!"

Tim squinted his eyes, "Okay, but what's with the straps?"

"The instruction manual said it would be best for you to be completely immobile or you might hurt yourself," she said.

"Hurt myself with what?"

Chloe jumped up off of the bed allowing me to see a large device that had a tube, a pump, and a clear container. She motioned to the machine and said, "Tada!"

"And what is that?"

"It's the cock milker I order for you love," Chloe answered with a devilish smile.