Spoiled Desires

Pearl Cafe 2

"If it lands on the six, I will let you come, Alon," The customer announced, leaning back in the king's comfy chair.

Alon nods aggressively from his place. His arms were restrained and the famous Milker machine was in the play. Three cups were attached to his erect cock, and two to his balls, which sucked him off for the past ten minutes.

The customer was thoroughly entertained by the sight, and actively participated by adjusting the intensity of the machine. Alon's tensed body was relaxed, and his limbs felt weak due to the constant stimulation of his groin. It was bliss because Alon was turned on; the intensity of the cups sucking him off depended on the dice. It was very anticipating because it was all on luck.

"Roll it dear."

Alon obeys and reaches for the dice, which had previously landed on two; his groin was stimulated to low-level probing, and teasing, which had made him frustrated for the past 10 minutes. The customer smirked at his state while enjoying the champagne, watching his bottom twerk in maddening slow burn, little sadistic wasn't he?

The dice rolled between palms and landed with a soft thud on six. Alon blinked at the number and then happily glanced at the customer, waving the proud digit. The customer grinned.

"Very well! Alon, please be a dear and keep your legs parted while you come."

The change was noticeable; Alon arched his back at the sudden intense tugging on his member; previous settings were nothing compared to this. His hip buckled up and raised in the air a little; this was similar yet different than being sucked off. The cups clamped to him at the perfect places, contracting his penile muscles, well, the customer surely had experience in using this machine. 

Alon kept his legs parted the whole time, feeling turned on more and more because the customer watched him so intently. One thing is for sure: Alon liked being watched. It increased his pleasure and will to please. 

"Alon you have gotten yourself a regular, dear."

The customer stood between his legs; the empty flute was turned upside down. The sensitive tip of his erect member slides inside the narrow opening swiftly. The customer pumped his red, swollen tip with the empty flute, the rim caressing tightly around the prepuce. Alon closed his eyes, his thoughts dispersing, his hips thrust in make-shift toy deeper, grinding against the moist glass. His abdomen was contracting...

"Alon cum inside dear. "

Alon's eyes rolled back in his head...

xxx

Selena wore the famous slutty kitty outfit for the day. It was a cringe character, but she did lose the bet with her colleagues. I mean, she came last by a single point. If it wasn't her, it was supposed to be Alon. Damn!

Mind you, she was requested by many customers who enjoyed the character.

With a huge butt plug in her ass which extends to the soft black tail to a hair belt of soft and delicate cat ears. Followed by a cute corset and mini skirt on her tall frame she looked superb, but none of it went with her bright blue eyes. 

"Today I will only mew. I mean, the character says one word, right," Selena explained to Mr Marino. She was very serious about cosplaying, failure or not, she might get a decent cut due to her increased demand.

"Whatever you wish, " Mr Marino patted her back. "If it's too much, just postpone the customer or tell the manager, she will let them know you are booked."

Selena climbed on the pole and sat down facing the chairs, which were filled by a pair of customers who had ordered a sweet drink.

Selena mewed, tilting her head to the side like a curious cat. One can practically see their excitement at the accurate cosplaying.