The drop at the tip of Thor's cock fell into the cup, followed by a long string of pre-cum that she expertly milked out of amateur his cock. The pump hummed and the fluid whisked up the tubing and ran into the sterile bottle that hung where the tubing was attached to the Milking pump. "Good boy, ohhh, you're a good boy," she encouraged Thor, and shook the end of his cock to dislodge the last drop of pre-cum. reality Carefully replacing the collection cup near to hand, the Scullery Maid reached her arms around Thor's torso and hugged him close, her head against his chest and her lips pressed passively against his nipple. She knew he needed a minute or two to recover his control, and she put the hourglass on its side as his breathing slowed. When she saw next door that Thor was not on the edge any more, the Scullery Maid lay back on the milking table and spread her legs, displaying herself to Thor, whose eyes drank in the sight of her swollen pussy lips. She slid across the table to him and put one leg on each side of his hips, and pulling his buttocks with her ankles, drew him in until his thighs were pressed against the table's edge. Raising her hips, she allowed the tip of his slightly drooping penis to touch the wetness there. She felt a tremor go through his body and felt the pressure increase as his cock once again filled as hardened, increasing its length enough to just penetrate her. She clicked her tongue at him and he began a slight rocking motion that she matched, so his cock began to slide in and out of her by as much as an inch or two, over and over. She reached over and turned the hourglass upright, and the sand began to flow as she carefully controlled his excitement with the pressure of her feet on his hips and the angle of her torso. When she was sure he was safely in a rhythm that would not push him over the edge, she reached down and began to play with her clit as his cock head rubbed back and forth over her G-spot. Her breath began to hiss in and out and she soon trembled all over as the first of many orgasmic spasms clutched at Thor's churning penis… After a long while she felt that he was again reaching the point of no return, and so she reluctantly pulled back out of reach. Thor grumbled deep in his chest as his deep red, rigid cock fucked only air, and for a moment he struggled to make himself cum, but the Scullery Maid whispered reassuring words and stroked his belly as he calmed down. She picked up the collection cup, and waited for the expected drop of pre-cum to form, and when it did she drew an even bigger flow of fluid into the collection bottle, by milking the shaft and carefully massaging the area under Thor's full dangling balls. Thor was beginning to show signs of restlessness, shaking his head and groaning as her expert fingers drew the last drops of pre-cum out of his loins, and the Scullery Maid saw to her surprise that the hourglass had run out. "Are you more than ready, big boy?" she whispered, and gave his hard cock one last lingering kiss before she slid off the table and walked under his cross-ties and behind him once again. She picked up the collection cup and fixed it into a little stand that left it propped right under the tip of Thor's cock. She took a bottle off a shelf and poured a generous puddle of lubricant over her right palm and fingers, and cuddled up behind Thor, her belly and breasts pressed into his hip and side. She reached around with her lubricated hand and began to stroke his cock, blowjob with long, sure strokes that matched the pressure of his hips against the table. She reached between his legs from behind with the other hand, and gently massaged his balls, feeling them draw up into a solid mass as his eruption neared. His cock engorged as much as it possibly could, feeling like a hot bar of steel in her hand. She let her stroking hand extend out to envelop the head on each stroke, creating a perfect friction as the head slipped through her fingers. Thor began a panting wail, closing his eyes and throwing back his head as far as his restraints would allow, and the Scullery Maid knew the timing was perfect. She let her left hand wander forward until it reached the lubricant dripping off the base of his cock, and after her middle finger was liberally coated, she slipped it between Thor's butt-cheeks and found his puckered bum-hole, straining with his need. She pressed firmly and felt the muscles relax, allowing her finger to penetrate his intimate recesses. She pressed in further 'til she felt the egg-shape of his straining prostate, and began a light circular massaging with her fingertip, and Thor went over the edge with a high, keening scream of released desire. The Scullery Maid's right hand held his cock head in place juicy as she felt the pulsing of each huge jet of creamy semen passing through the shaft on its way into the collection cup. His hips bucked as he pumped his cock into her tight fingers, and for a fleeting second she thought he was producing so much, so fast, that the collection cup would overflow before the pump could suck the precious fluid down the tube into the safety of the collection bottle! He would suffer more. At least now, if Ted had impregnated her, she could still claim it as Ray's though they looked nothing alike. Tear up my snatch! Bella set her resolve and repeated herself. She had emerald green eyes and red shiny lipstick on. I looked over at Sandy, who was a total mess. She gasped and growled blowjob deep in her throat. “Please, stop, I am begging you! Her mother and father entered the old Western sex shop reality and perused the wares with interest. I tell you to next door stand up and bend over the counter and you smile at the thought. A low squelching sound made him laugh. You sitting in your juicy office, in that big black leather chair, while I’m my knees…just like this.” With her hand still wrapped around amateur his pole, she began swirling the pad of her thumb over his cockhead, playing it like some kind of obscene joystick. I never would have fallen on my ass. Mitch spent the next hour giving him his instructions.