The chef gets her milk

You're acutely aware of precum leaking from the tip of your cock as she continues to rub it almost absently, her tongue wrestling with and dominating yours as you lie there helplessly. Her thumb grazes over your tip as you flinch at the contact, spreading your wetness over the bulbous head and the rest of your shaft as well. You don't know how turned on you are until you feel the sheer amount of lubrication coming from your manhood, almost enough to coat the entire organ in slick fluid. You wonder what exactly she's trying to do as she keeps massaging the precum into your shaft, sucking on your tongue all the while.

You jolt and freeze stock-still when a gentle sucking sensation seizes you by the dick and refuses to let go, spreading over the tip, then your entire seven-inch length. You've gotten blowjobs once or twice before, and you would say that's what's happening, except for the fact that Alessa's teeth are currently pulling on your lower lip, allowing you to release a guttural moan as mild jolts of pleasure begin to flow from your groin. Finally, Alessa pulls away from your lips to plant wet, sucking kisses all along your sensitive neck, heavy breaths making your chest heave.

"Alessa...what's happening?"

She chuckles. "That, my dear, is a handy little device that allows me to have all kinds of fun with you."

You hear the rustling of the sheets as she moves, her weight shifting off you as she stands up. A pressure on your chest precedes the slow removal of your blindfold, and your eyes flicker open to squint at the sudden burst of light. Your vision begins to clear a moment later, and you stare up at one of the hottest sights that's ever greeted you.

Standing over you, one foot planted on your chest, is Alessa, clad in a low-cut corset top with garter stockings and high-heeled leather boots--the same leather boots she'd once used to pin you to your own floor now being used to pin you to your bed.

"Holy shit," you breathe.

Alessa just smiles down at you, her eyes predatory as she traces a path over your chest with her high-heeled boot. You look down toward your groin to see a clear plastic tube completely encasing your dick, an attached tube linked to a machine placed on your nightstand. You spot the control in her hand just a moment before she hits a dial on it. Suddenly, the sucking sensation increases by several orders of magnitude, and your back attempts to arch, pinned as it is by Alessa's foot on your chest as a low moan erupts from your lips. The sucking stops, or at least calms, for just a moment before starting back up again, the process repeating over and over until you're moaning uncontrollably.

"So you see, Jace," she drawls, "I can stand up here aaaaaall day, doing nothing but watching you shake and tremble as I tear orgasm--" she slips a hand into her panties and begins to rub, "--after orgasm--" her other hand goes to her corset-clad breasts, "--after orgasm from your helpless body."

Sure enough, your arms and legs begin to shake and your lips tremble as you stare up at her, fingers and toes spasming as the wet sucking relentlessly ministers to your painfully hard manhood. Alessa lets out a small groan of enjoyment, grinning down at you hungrily as she continues rubbing herself. The sight, plus the machine's endless attention, quickly sends you up toward the peak, and she sees you tense up just moments before you release a loud, room-shaking moan as your dick and, really, entire body, shakes violently, muscles flexing as your toes curl and Alessa laughs.