Sure, give me the VR experience!

"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 3.

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 the hard milking machine. There’s a black padded seat for you to sit in, pointed at a clear plastic tube with bumps and ridges visible. The upper half of the machine has arm restraints, and on closer inspection the bench you’ll be sitting on has leg restraints as well. You briefly wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into.

"Here we are," Alice tells you. "Your attendant today is Mrs Muhammed.” Here comes Mrs. Muhammed now. She’s tall, almost as tall as you, wearing blue scrubs and a matching hijab, an unimpressed look on her face as she takes you in through her thick-lensed glasses.

“Alice, dear, help me get him into the rig, would you?” she asks. She motions for you to take a seat, and as soon as you do Mrs. Muhammed slips the VR headset on you. For a second it’s dark, then the same room you’re in comes into focus - except instead of Mrs. Muhammed and Alice, in front of you stand six catgirls. They’re all the same average height and curvy figure, but their coloration is different - their fur color varies from milk-white on the left to midnight-black on the right, and although they’re all wearing the same white nurse outfit, the piping on it, as well as their hair color, eye color, and the tips of their tails varies from catgirl to catgirl - red, pink, green, blue, purple, and the last one blonde with bright yellow eyes.

“Hello, sir!” they chirp in unison. “I’m Cleo, your virtual milking assistant!” They split up and begin securing your arms and legs - Alice and Mrs. Muhammed must be doing this in real life as you feel your limbs securely strapped down. The blonde catgirl seems to be in charge, leering at you as the other four make sure you can’t move in the rig. Then the catgirl with red hair comes around in front of you, Blonde resting one paw on top of her head and gently pushing her down. Red opens her mouth wide, a look of lewd anticipation on her face.

“First, sir, get hard for us,” Blonde purrs as she pushes Red forward. You hear yourself moan as your cock slides into her mouth, which begins vibrating. You hadn’t expected this, but it feels great, and in no time at all you’re hard as a rock.

“Oh, good job,” Blonde giggles. “There’s no need to hold back, sir, you’re here to have your semen collected. Go ahead and cum whenever you please.”

“Fuck!” you gasp. It hasn’t even been ninety seconds, but you already feel your balls starting to tighten. The head catgirl must be able to read your vitals, giggling behind the back of her hand as you squirm against the restraints.

“Let’s see it!” Blonde commands. You cum, closing your eyes and grunting as you cum down the red catgirl’s throat. What feels like a small vacuum activates at your tip, like greedily sucking the cum out of your cock, only helping you along as you spurt and spurt into the catgirl’s vibrating, sucking mouth.

“Oh, very good,” Blonde purrs. The vibration slows down, but doesn’t stop. “There, that was easy wasn’t it? Here, we’ll help you along for the next one.”

Pink and green had been standing barely in view on either side of you, and they now come forward, leaning down, each nurse taking taking one of your defenseless nipples. They press vibrating tongues eagerly against your nipples while they stare up at you. You dimly wonder what’s happening in real life - vibrators taped to your nipples? Who cares - this feels great!

“It’s time for number two,” Blonde tells you. The vibration slowly begins ramping up again. The suction at your tip that was turned on when you started cumming the first time never turned off, but it gets stronger now, then begins pulsing.

“Tell me, sir, do you prefer this-” she waits a second, letting you savor the sensation - “Or this?” The vibration begins pulsing in time with the suction. You squirm in the restraints, gasping, not quite able to believe how good this feels. It hasn’t even been thirty seconds and you’re already having to resist the urge to try and fuck the collection device.

This is all the answer she needs, her bright yellow eyes staring at you, a lewd leer on her face as you writhe and thrash. But instead of letting you finish like this, she begins experimenting with the speed, torturing you with a slow pulse that has you whining for more, then cycling over to a fast one.

“That’s it!” you gasp. “Oh shit - fuck! Fuck!”

“C’mon, sir, let’s see you cum again!” Blonde orders. She gets her wish, the on-off vibration and sucking taking you to a powerful climax. You empty your balls into the red catgirl’s mouth again, body shaking as you blast spurt after spurt down her throat.

Spent, you lean back as the vibration and suction quiet down to the lowest setting, just enough to keep your cock hard. You’re not sure that you have much left as you watch Blonde tilt her head, thinking.

“Two more from you,” she decides after a moment.

“Two?” you whine. “I don’t think-”

“Oh, sir, we aren’t even using all the functions yet!” she chirps. The blue catgirl, who had been standing in a corner mutely watching, goes underneath you, and after a second you feel her vibrating tongue pressing against the bottom of your balls.

“And our collector has a few tricks left down her throat,” Blonde tells you smugly. “See how you like this, sir!”

The this she’s referring to is a new stroking sensation on your cock. Blonde grins, watching your face as the vibration, suction and stroking all ramp up again. This time there’s no pulsing, just the sensation slowly and steadily increasing to maximum, until you feel like you’re going to melt into the nurse’s mouth.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, assaulted by the incredible suction, powerful vibration and quick stroking motions. The suction is so strong it feels like a vacuum trying to pull the cum out of your balls through your dick. The vibration buzzes insistently around your shaft and especially your head, penetrating every inch of your cock. The stroker is going so fast it flies up and down your penis several times a second.

Any one of these would be enough to take you to a climax quickly, and all together you last even less time than the first two times you’ve cum, even though you’ve already gone off twice. You thrash against the restraints, bellowing in overwhelmed ecstasy as you finish for a third time.

Once again the stimulation goes down but not entirely off, keeping your cock hard as it’s gently sucked on, stroked, and vibrated against. There’s one unused catgirl left, the purple one, who now goes around behind you.

“Nyaaaaaaa,” she purrs in your ear. “Just relax, sir, we’re going to take good care of you. I’ll bet I could make you cum just from stirring up your hole back here!”

You try to relax, but still moan as you feel something soft and slick with lube **** its way up your ass. It’s seated in, the the tip a rounded oval that presses wonderfully against your prostate.

“I think I want to go home now,” you pant. Blonde tilts her head, watching you with cold yellow eyes.

“You’ve still got one more for me, sir.”

“But-”

“You can plead all you like,” she tells you. “All the men do. But they all still have one left to give when they start begging.”

You’re about to start begging anyway when the dildo activates, Purple grunting soft and feminine in your ear as she owns your ass. You squirm against the restraints, whining for a second as it pulls back, then forward again, but your protests melt into a happy moan as the tip mashes against your prostate.

“I told you, sir,” she whispers, “we’re going to take good care of you!”

You hear yourself moan as the sensations on your cock begin turning up again. You’re completely under the control of the catgirl nurses, your cock begging for more of the sucking, vibrating, stroking sensation, your ass protesting as it’s fucked, your prostate demanding that whatever is violating you not stop each time it finishes a stroke. The tip presses your prostate like a doorbell, each press sending a hot jolt of pure joy up your spine.

They have one last trick, the device in your ass suddenly beginning to vibrate as well. Your prostate loves this even more, and you writhe in the machine, a sweaty mess, begging for more, promising you’ll give the nurses everything you have as the rig goes into full power mode.

“I’ll count you down,” Blonde tells you. “Ten. Nine.” You don’t know if you’re even going to make it, your almost empty balls tightening. “Eight. Seven.” Your cock is assaulted with all of red’s tools at once, not to mention purple pounding your ass mercilessly. “Six. Five.” You somehow have a little pride and try to hold out, not wanting to disappoint the attendants, even as your body tenses. “Four. Three.” Despite having your arms and legs tied down, you can’t take it any more, pathetically trying to fuck the machine that’s draining you. “Two, one, zero.”

You scream, a wordless cry of terrified pleasure as your defenseless cock gives up what little your balls have left, a few weak spurts before you’re totally dry, your penis frantically spasming but nothing coming out.

“There, you made it!” Blonde purrs, patting you on the head as the sensations slow, then finally turn all the way off. The VR headset is lifted off your head, and you’re too tired to do anything but sit there as Alice and Mrs. Muhammed unstrap you from it. Your cock feels both numb and like it’s going to be sore tomorrow, and it’s all you can do not to walk bow-legged as Alice and Mrs. Muhammed escort you back to the front desk.

Alice takes her seat behind the desk like nothing has just happened, leaving you there exhausted as she quickly totals up how much you’ve earned: “There we are. Congratulations, you've earned $120!"

You take the six crisp $20 she hands you and stick them in your pocket - well earned, you think. With a smile she tells you to come back any time. You leave to go home, deciding to stop on the way to spend some of your newfound wealth on a few ice packs.