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“I will become your milking nurse,” April repeated. As I closed my eyes, the rhythmic squelching sound of her hands sliding up and down my hard shaft permeated my brain. Her technique was different than what other women had tried on me in the past. Typically they’d begin off slow, then get faster and faster, expecting me to spurt my hot juicy cum all over their petite little hands so they could ohh and ahh and giggle at what excellent cock strokers they were. But with my… problems… once they reached the fast stroking stage, their giddiness turned into confusion, then annoyance, then exhaustion as their hands, arms, or even mouths got tired and they gave up. Of course they usually blamed it on me. Am I not sexy enough for you they would ask me? What’s wrong with you? I’d tried to explain to a few of them, but they never listened. They just didn’t care. It was too much effort. So they left, and I ached, and I stopped trying as well.

But with April, this was different. This was… actually working? She had listened first. She understood the situation. This wasn’t a race, this was a marathon. Deep down, she cared about me? She was eager, no, she was willing to go the distance. She continued to look into my eyes as both her hands worked their way up and down, up and down my throbbing shaft. That little twist of a wrist as her hand popped over the head before the return trip back down again. A faint sheen of sweat began to appear all over her face and chest. Her deep cleavage, a valley of pleasure between her large breasts, became touched with highlights from the combination of sweat and flashes from the TV. She grinned as she recognized where my gaze was focused, on the bouncing undulations of her breasts as her hands continued their methodical pounding.

“Ahhh so are you a tit man Bill?” she questioned me. “You did mention my nipples earlier. Yes they’re pierced, but you already knew that. I do love how my big tits make my crop tops stretch. The thin fabric makes my hard pointy nipples hard to ignore doesn’t it?”

Her voice and choice of words was definitely driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel it slowly, but steadily approaching. My hands moved down by my hips to grip at the couch cushion. My back arching, my hips beginning to push up to meet the thrusting of her hands. But still she continued her steady determined pace. I was mesmerized. Was she actually gonna make me cum?

“Yes, I love staring at your tits,” I shyly confessed. “You don’t know how hard I try to conceal it, but my eyes get drawn right to your amazing nipples every time you walk past me.”

“And just think,” she quietly said while her hands gripped the littlest bit tighter, “you haven’t even actually seen them uncovered yet. In fact, all the skin you see exposed on me right now is probably all the skin you’ve ever seen so far. Well don’t worry Bill, that will change. You will get to see, and feel, all of me.”

“Oh April… I… I want to see you naked so badly!”

“We’ll get there, we’ll get there. This will not be a one time thing, at least I don’t want it to be. I said before and I’ll say it again, I want to learn all there is to know about you. You have no idea how kinky I can be Bill. You know I’m a nurse, but we’ve never talked a whole lot about the sorts of clinical trials I’m involved in working with at the hospital.”

The ache from my balls had begun to spread upwards into the rest of my body. I could feel myself getting closer to that cliff’s edge of an orgasm. Still her steady stroking never ceased. Never faster, never slower, just that same firm grip, up and down, up and down. This method was touching something deep inside of my soul, and it was responding with approval.

“Oh yes April… I can feel it! Just a little more!” But her pace remained the same. I had expected her to quicken her strokes, to dash towards the finish line, but no, that same measured disciplined up and down, up and down. My hips started to tremble. “April this is it!” I shouted.

Then all of a sudden her strokes stopped! My heart skipped a beat, a shock went through my entire body. No! Why would she stop? I wondered we understood each other? After two heart beats, her stroking resumed their same tempo.

“April.. why? Please don’t stop! This is working!” My hips started to buck along with the trembling. Up and down, up and down. And then a sudden stop again! “Noooo please! April… please… please… please!! I’m begging you.. don’t stop… don’t stop… I need this please!” I blubbered, my hands gripping and release, gripping and releasing their hold on the couch cushions, my knuckles going white. Again her hands resumed. All the while her eyes stared into my soul, watching me, my reactions, my responses. Up and down, up and down.

“Cum for me Bill. Cum hard for me. Coat my hands. Explode. Do it. I want it. Cum for your milking nurse.”

The dirty talk, her hands, her looks, her attitude, her caring, her… soul? it all just worked. My eyes clenched shut, my hips thrust upwards one last time, and I exploded. I started cumming, and cumming, and cumming. Her hands never stopped. That same miraculous stroking, that firm grip, now milking the cum up and out of my cock shaft. Finally as my hips sank back down into the couch her stroking stopped. She slowly released her grip on my cock, and I opened my eyes.

“Oh my god I am soooo sorry!” I shouted as my eyes adjusted and focused on April. She was literally drenched with cum! There was a large patch of cum starting above her left eyebrow, spreading down over her left eye which was of course closed. Drips of cum were starting to run off the end of her nose as one blast had gotten her directly there. Another massive splurt was covering her right cheek. It didn’t stop there, several pools of cum were all over her chest, and it was already starting to slide down between her enormous cleavage. April began to laugh.

“Bill I’m not going to lie, that was amazing!” April gleefully squealed. She continued laughing as she leaned towards the end table at the side of the couch, reaching for the box of tissue. As she started to clean my cum out of her eye she said, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but holy shit are my arms going to be sore in the morning.”

“Yeah I’ve heard that a few times,” I laughed.

“Sorry about that little surprise stop-and-go there at the end, but I was taking a calculated risk. We’re still learning things about each other, and I had a hunch, so I took a gamble and I was right!”

“And what exactly did you learn?” I asked.

“You like begging. You like not being in control, don’t you?” she asked as she playfully patted my knee. Her fingers swirled around the pool of cum gathering in her cleavage, gathered some up, and she brought them up to her mouth. Staring deep into my eyes, she put her fingers in her mouth, wrapped her voluptuous lips around them, and sucked the cum off. “And, you taste amazing! Now I feel bad for wasting so much in the tissues! Oh, more for you to learn about me I guess, I love the taste of cum. And I can already tell that yours is going to be as addictive as fuck!”

I leaned further back against the couch, my shorts and boxers still hanging around my ankles, unsure whether or not I was in a dream, or if this just really happened. After that first taste of cum, April got busy scooping up as much off of her body as she could and devouring it. She looked back at me, back down at my cock, opened her mouth wide and with one fell swoop sucked the entire length in her mouth. Definitely a dream right? She gave just one solid suck, and slid her mouth up and off, cleaning all the cum off.

“Tastes funny mixed with lotion, but at this moment I don’t care, I had to taste it. Now I feel a little ashamed, and embarrassed,” April said quietly. “Have things changed? They have haven’t they? Did I freak you out? Did I fuck things up? I fucked things up didn’t I.”

I reached down and lifted April back up onto my lap. I put one hand behind her head, and pulled her in for a long, deep, soul searching, passion filled kiss. We kissed for several minutes. No more of those short brief kisses, this was full on tongue involved curl your toes passion. I pulled back and looked up at her.

“No, you didn’t freak me out. No you didn’t fuck things up.” I began to gently massage her arms. “I am sorry though that your arms got a bit sore, but I can’t express to you enough how much better I feel right now. I don’t want this to be a one-and-done type thing either, and I would…” I blushed, “I would love for you to be my milking nurse.”

April let out a good chuckle and then melted into my arms.

“There’s still a lot for each of us to learn about each other,” she said softly. “As for my soreness, there’s ways around that!”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, remember those clinical trials I mentioned? What have you heard about… male milking machines?”

(to be continued)

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How am I doing folks? This started out as an idea for a dirtypenpal writing prompt… but when I didn’t get any responses I figured, heck with it, I’ll just try to flesh out this story idea on my own and see how it goes. I wrote both part 2 and part 3 today on the fly. Would love to get some feedback! I can not promise I’ll respond to everyone, but feedback is welcome.

NSFW: yes

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