4.04 –  Milking Session


    Sabina tugged Zoey’s boxers down, springing fourteen inches of thick girl cock into the air.


    Zoey had be ustomed to a universal reaction for girls seeing her cock for the first time: shock. Sabina, though, appraised it with the same clinical disregard she gave everything. Was there <em>anything </em>that could surprise this woman?


    She gripped it, peering to its left and right, tilting it, as if looking to gain a scientific understanding of Zoey’s cock.


    “How big is it?” she eventually asked.


    “Uh. Fourteen inches? Maybe?” Zoey hadn’t actually measured, but that seemed right.


    Sabina made her own assessment. “Fourteen. Yes, more or less. And proportionally thick.” Her eyes flicked down. “You have both parts, too. I expected that. This was given with your ss?”


    “Yeah.” How she’d deduced that, Zoey hadn’t a clue. She didn’t think about it. It was hard to focus with Sabina handling her cock with such passive disinterest. Fuck, why did Sabina seemingly <em>not </em>being aroused by their situation do so much for her? How could this cool, gray-eyed woman have her hand on Zoey’s cock and be totally unruffled? “How’d you know?”


    “You don’t seem used to it.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure I could be specific. Sometimes my realizations are … oblique. Even to me.”


    She stroked up and down, and Zoey wiggled in ce, arms and legs strapped solidly down. That, too—the restraints—had Zoey going wild, cock throbbing and precum dribbling from her tip.


    She’d never done this sort of thing. Or, not this exactly, but what she inferred Sabina’s preferences were, considering the room littered with sex toys and … well, BDSM equipment. She was more experienced than most girls her age, but that sort of stuff? She’d never had a girlfriend into it, and had no natural preference for it, either. Some light choking and spanking was as adventurous as she’d been in that regard.


    Definitely, she’d never been in a room with shelves lined with sex toys, and been seated on a metal table, locked down with straps and restraints. And what<em> was </em>all the other stuff, anyway? The furniture, and some of the toys Sabina had? She was both intimidated at the prospect of finding out, and desperately <em>wanted </em>to.


    “So,” Zoey gasped, squirming as Sabina’s hand stroked up and down. The stic grip of her gloves, and the passive expression, was doing so <em>much </em>for Zoey it almost wasn’t fair. “You’re, uh, into all this? I had no idea.”


    “Mm,” Sabina replied. “I enjoy experimenting. That extends to the bedroom.” Her hand continued to travel Zoey’s length, working away with a slow, agonizing pace. She performed the motion with an idle disregard. A professionalism. As if she were stirring her cauldron—a routine task. “But I realize my preferences aren’t everyone’s. I simply thought this an appropriate environment to do this in. We need not do more.” A secondter, she added, “Perhaps it’s best we don’t, today. We’re simply collecting substance to experiment with.”


    Zoey swallowed. Heat was curling in her stomach shockingly fast. She’d been taken care of by Rosalie thoroughlyst night, so she wasn’t pent up. She wouldn’t being <em>too </em>fast. But Sabina’s stroking was surprisingly adept, and the situation itself was intenselypromising.


    Looking to distract herself, Zoey said, “You think it’ll do something, then?”


    “Your semen, as a base? Perhaps.”


    “Just maybe?”


    “I find it likely,” Sabina admitted. “But the most fundamental problem is output. We’ll have to do this frequently for even small batches, if it turns out true.”


    Zoeyughed, finding the statement amusing for obvious reasons, then groaned and arched her back, struggling against her restraints. Sabina had stopped stroking slowly, and instead started jerking off the tip, bunching foreskin around it.


    “I almost,” Zoey panted, “don’t want to tell you, if it means you’ll take care of me ‘frequently’. But, uh. Output. Isn’t—“ she groaned at the deftness of Sabina’s movements, “a problem. I make more than I should. Once’ll be enough for a full batch.”


    Sabina’s eyebrows quirked. It was a muted reaction of surprise. She never—or at least rarely—emoted strongly.


    “Well,” she said. “Having a backlog of material will be useful, then. Let’s settle for twice a day. Once at the start of our lessons, and in the middle. It’ll keep you clear-minded.”


    Sabina leaned down and kissed the tip of Zoey’s dick. The surprise—and searing eroticism—of the sudden movement overruled Zoey’s good sense. Her hips took over. She bucked forward, her cock shoving into Sabina’s mouth, but, since Sabina hadn’t opened, the movement only had her cock sliding against closed teeth and deflecting, burying into Sabina’s cheek. Sabina pulled back, blinking in surprise.


    “Shit,” Zoey said, appalled at her reaction. “I didn’t—“


    Sabina squeezed Zoey’s cock, hard enough to make her gasp.


    “No apologies. From either of us.” She tilted her head. “If that’s fine.”


    Zoey digested that request. Sabina was clearly implying she, with her adventurous preferences, might sometimes get carried away and do something Zoey hadn’t expected—or liked. Sabina would rather not either of them apologize when it happened. Simply state their boundaries and move on.


    Zoey nodded slowly.


    “Good,” Sabina said.


    She withdrew her grip from Zoey’s cock, which had Zoey wiggling her hips side to side, disappointed in the suddenck of pleasure.


    “Let’s try a more efficient extraction method,” Sabina said. “This will take too long, otherwise.”


    Well, that was a lie. Zoey’s orgasm had been building unfortunately fast. She’d been fighting it away for her reputation’s sake.


    Sabina stood—she had seated herself earlier on a stool set near the reclining metal chair-table—and approached the toy shelf. She surveyed her options.


    Plucking one from the second shelf, she turned to Zoey. “I did wonder if I’d ever get to use this. I’m not interested in men, but it was simply too fascinating a contraption.”


    In her hands, Sabina held a long, cylindrical device with a clear shell. Returning to Zoey’s side, Sabina held it out for her to inspect further. Inside the shell was … a stic toy? With spindly metal tools attached to it?


    It looked like a pocket pussy. A mechanized one, that would thrust up and down, automatically.


    Zoey gasped as Sabina pressed the toy down, without warning, enveloping her cock. Bumpy, naturally lubricated ridges caressed her cock as the toy sank down. Swirling glyphs—she’d grown to recognize thenguage of magic during her lessons with Maddy—covered the shell, faintly visible.


    Sabina tapped some switch, and the toy hummed to life. The metal arms started thrusting up and down, massaging Zoey’s length with the bumpy gel interior. Her cock head stuck through the tip, into a ‘collection’ vat at the top.


    What in the world was this thing? A milking device? Literally?


    And Sabina was using it. Milking her. Her cock barely fit into the thing.


    “I was worried it wouldn’t activate,” Sabinamented. “It’s been sitting on my shelf for a while.”


    Zoey whined in response. The toy’s firm grip, and gel ridges, were too well designed. The motions were mind-erasingly satisfying. Or maybe it was that it was Sabina gripping it, helping jerk the toy up and down.


    Sabina’s vaguely amused expression, too, as she spectated Zoey’s squirming, was … overwhelming.


    She couldn’te too fast. Had to hold off.


    Sabina seemed to read that intent on her face, the way Zoey’s hands clenched and she bit her lip to fight the sensation away.


    “We’re wasting time better spent on your education,” she scolded her. “But if you must be stubborn, I suppose I’m forced to elerate the process.”


    Letting the toy sit on Zoey’s cock—which continued thrusting—she stood up, then withdrew her shirt, revealing smooth, creamy skin beneath. Unsurprisingly, she was wearing a in bra: white, notcy, purely functional. Very Sabina.


    But, as intended, the sight thrilled through Zoey. She wiggled against her constraints, going dizzy with excitement. As much as the quick jerking of the bumpy-ridged toy, Sabina exposing her body for Zoey’s viewing pleasure had her willpower fraying, the hot energy pooling in her core expanding rapidly.


    Sabina seemed satisfied at the reaction. She sat, then scooted forward, stool scraping against the floor. “You like what you see. How ttering.”


    “You’re gorgeous,” Zoey groaned. The coaxing motions of the thrusting contraption erased any hesitation, any worries over what the words spewing from her mouth might do. How they might change her and Sabina’s rtionship. “You’re so fucking hot. And you know it. Stop pretending you don’t.” Her hips bucked desperately into the milking machine, and Zoey struggled against the straps and buckles. “I want you to be on me. To be fucking <em>you</em>. Your pussy. Not this … stupid … toy.” She emphasized thest three words with jerks of her hips, bucking against her restraints.


    Sabina’s lips quirked. “Not today, dear student.” She reached behind and unsped her bra, then tugged it down, further revealing herself. “But you can look.”


    Zoey admired Sabina’s perky, pale nipples, the alluring curves of her teacher’s body. Her head went dizzy. The milking machine thrust up and down, working across her length.


    Sabina re-gripped the thick stic toy. It was designed to pleasure Zoey by itself, so Sabina didn’t need to stroke it up and down, but the sight of Sabina’s hand wrapped around the toy—which was wrapped around Zoey’s cock—did plenty, either way. Zoey thrashed in ce, starting toe apart. The sensation of her cock being milked with such rapid, machine-enhanced expertness was too hard to resist.


    “Go ahead,” Sabina said. “Finish for me. Be a good girl, and fill my toy up.” She leaned forward and whispered, “You can pretend it’s me, if you want. Pretend its my pussy working your load out. Squeezing your cock. I won’t mind.”


    Embarrassingly, the simple words erased Zoey’s mind. She came. Her hips arched upward, arms and legs straining against the straps holding her down. Orgasm wracked her, thick strands of cum bursting from her over-pleasured cock. Sabina watched with an academic sort of interest—and maybe something more.


    Zoey emptied herself into the stic toy. Her white substance filled the space at the top, milked away by the jerking gel-pussy.


    A long minuteter, still twitching from the aftershocks, Zoey sagged into the chair. Sabina flicked the toy off, finally ending the agonizing milking session. Her head spun from the experience. Really. How had morning alchemy lessons turned out like this?


    “A good yield,” Sabinamented, inspecting the toy—how it’d been filled up. Zoey was incredulous—and aroused, despite her orgasm—how impassive she sounded. Even after all that, totally unruffled. “Perfect. Now, let’s test your theory. Semen, as a potion base. Perhaps it will provide desirable results.”


    Zoey stared down at the toy enveloping her dick, and the vat at the top, which had collected an impressive amount of her thick white cum. Definitely enough for a potion base. She groaned, then slumped, head lolling forward. That … event … had taken a lot out of her. Sabina really knew how to handle an extraction.


    Sabina patted her on the shoulder, then grabbed her discarded bra, slipping it back on. Her shirt, thenb coat, followed. “Or maybe you need a second to breathe. That’s fair. Hopefully you’re better focused. We’ll do this twice a day, as I said, to keep a clear head, and keep an adequate experimentation base. Perhaps once in the morning, a second midway through.” She nted a kiss on Zoey’s cheek. “And next time, I might let you be more involved. Not just a toy. It’ll depend on your performance. Let’s say, a quiz. Keep up your studies, and you’ll be rewarded.”


    “You’re such a …mitted teacher,” Zoey said, exhausted. “Really care about your student’s education. I’m so lucky.”


    Sabina patted Zoey’s shoulder. “Indeed.”


    But really. If there’d ever been a motivation to do well in ss.