The continues

I was very fortunate in the fact the hoses themselves were fairly long. I had left enough slack in the one that was stuck to me to reach the sofa, because I really didn't think I'd need any more. So I left it coiled up for the most part. I tried to stand, but found that impossible to do as my legs were feeling rather wobbly from all the milking I had received. So I did what any self-respecting person who had managed to get themselves stuck to a milking machine would do. I undid the rest of the coiled up hose and crawled over to the open bathroom door on all fours, dragging the hose in between my legs.

Morgan was standing in the bathroom now completely naked. She turned to look at me, and smiled. "Well, that's exactly where you belong, on all fours. Like what you see, honey?"

The machine made me cum again, and it caused me to grunt. "Babe, you know I like what I see every time I look at you. It's hard for me to take my eyes off of you, even when I'm being humiliated like this."

"Well just you remember this particular humiliation is of your own doing" she sighed. Then she put her hands on her naked hips. "Just what am I going to do with you?" Then she did something unexpected. She got down on all fours, crawled over to me, and kissed me. "We're both perverts I guess" she said. "You're my pervert, and I'm Bill's pervert. I guess that's just the way it is. We like being perverts." I grunted again as I came. Morgan giggled. "Poor baby! I'll get you out of that after I take a shower, okay?" She stroked the side of my face. "All this has made me very horny. Maybe I'll let you shave me for Bill, and you can eat me while you do it. Would you like that?"

I beamed at her. I really loved this girl, and she was exactly right. We were both perverts, and we both loved it. "Anything you want, you got it" I groaned as another load went down the tube.

Morgan got up and walked into the bathroom. I watched her sexy ass as she walked away. I felt like I was in heaven, except for this darn milking machine.

Morgan knows exactly how to tease a man, and she does it well. This is one of the many reasons why I love her I suppose. She left the shower door open as well so I could watch as her naked body was thoroughly soaked by the streaming water.

I thought about how she would make one of the most beautiful water nymphs ever seen by the human eye. I could picture her with those pointy little pixie ears and butterfly like wings. Her hair, of course, would have to be a shade of blue. I pictured her hair as being a shade of aqua, and it made for the most sensual vision of Morgan I could ever come up with in the fantasy realm.

I watched in real life as she washed her body sensuously, and I became rock hard even without the help of the milker. In fact, I had forgotten about being stuck to the thing. my imagination just kept running wild with visions of Morgan as queen of the water nymphs, being served by her loyal subjects as they splashed about and helped her wash every part of her sexy nymph body in the most sensual ways.

And me? Where did I fit in? I was a human she caught spying upon her kingdom, and she personally tortured me in every sensual way you could imagine until my will was so broken I could no longer imagine myself apart from her and the rest of her kingdom. I was enslaved by her, by them, forever to serve the will of queen Morgan. I was the kingdom's human stud, and was **** to breed with all the other nymphs, except for Morgan. Her offspring, of course, had to remain pure nymph to continue her lineage. I came again, and grunted and moaned out loud as I closed my eyes and braced myself.

When I opened my eyes, Morgan was standing over me, drying her hair, still naked. "Now what perverted thing were you fantasizing about me now?" She had a devilish grin on her face once again, and I knew I was in for it. But of course, I wanted it.

I was just imagining you as being a Nymph Queen. I was your captured ****, and you made me mate with all the other Nymphs, but I wasn't allowed to fuck you." The milker made me cum again. "Please, baby, could you get this thing off of me now? I can't exactly shave you with a steady hand while I'm connected to my new girlfriend, can I? I seriously wouldn't want to cut you. I promise I will do whatever you ask of me if you just get this thing off of me."