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The parlour was dark and web-strewn and should, by rights, have been a silent, muffled place, disturbed only by the rustle of the myriad spiders scuttling over the walls. Right now, though, it was disturbed by the slishing, squelchy sounds of someone massaging lubed up flesh, of heavy breathing and pleasured gasps. Plus strange, aristocratic giggles.
"Ahuhuhu," Muffet chortled, "that's it! Give me some more."
Her two men - volunteers to make her special afternoon tea - were huge humans, hearty and hung. Their immense cocks jutted from their crotches, swollen with potency, blue veins bulging, but to Muffet's mind they were mere spigots, despite the attention she was paying to them. What really mattered were the fat hanging sacks swaying softly beneath, full of the delicious cream that her most important (and lucrative) customers so appreciated. The infusion she'd given her boys to drink before they'd started work would see their spunk constantly replenished, ready to be milked from them over and over.
And Muffet did just that, a hand each on their shafts, another pair massaging their cockheads, while her lowest set held delicate china teacups beneath their slits, ready to catch the impending flood. She was naked. To provide them some visual interest, of course, though she had to admit the way their eyes roved across her short frame, over her petite tits and down to her crotch was very flattering.
Almost simultaneously, her men groaned. Their dicks twitched in Muffet's grasp, their nuts tightened and released, spurts of their cum burst from the tips of their cocks and overflowing the cups. Muffet put them aside, laying them on a spindly table already crowded with filled vessels. Some of the jizz had splashed over onto her hands, and she licked them clean, savouring the taste. She grabbed fresh cups, put them in place and began to jerk again, keeping the lewd production line going.
It was purely commercial interest that motivated her. She certainly didn't adore the taste of human cum, or the smell of it, and she definitely wasn't thinking about what else she could be doing with those rampant cocks, or what her humans could do with them to her. Likewise, when her strokes began to get sloppier, and when she aimed an erupting cock wrong so that its' first splatter missed the cup and splashed across her chest, wet warmth seeping into her chitinous skin, why, that was just because she was getting tired. Milking humans was an exhausting business, after all. And such was her weariness that she ended up with cum across her face, in her hair, down her stomach, dribbling down to mingle with the wetness (which was absolutely honest sweat) around her pussy...
In fact, it was so tiring that poor Muffet eventually had to give up on using her hands, and bring her mouth to bear, kneeling to carefully take one cock between her venomous fangs while she kept on jerking off the other. If anything, it was even tougher opening her throat to her volunteer and swallowing him down, but she'd never been one to shy away from hard, rewarding work. She bobbed her head and rolled his balls in her hand, stimulating him, she hoped, into producing an extra-rich wad for her. He did, but far sooner than she expected. Groaning and shivering above her, he unloaded down her throat, and in her shock she wanked his companion to completion and made him waste his entire load across her face. Blinking jizz out of her manifold eyes, she coughed up white gobs of it until she could speak again.
"That's okay, dearies," she said. "plenty of time to get it right."
Despite a few more mishaps, and the fact that she had to drop a hand between her legs to scratch at the unaccountable itch that had arisen there, after a lot more arduous, messy work, that ended up with her sticky with cum from head to foot, Muffet ended up filling all her cups. She stretched, grinned at her boys.
"There! Such a lovely lot of cream. You did so well, I think you both deserve a reward."
She turned away from them, took a few paces and bent forward, reaching back, spreading her arse with her two middle hands, her pussy with her lower ones.
"Ahuhuhu! Naughty!" she cackled, as her volunteers moved in, lifted her, sandwiched her between them. "Using your boss' body for your own pleasure, how lecherahhhhh!"
They dropped her onto their cocks, spitting her in both holes, and she reflected that she was far too generous an employer before the pleasure of their first thrusts rendered her incapable of verbal thought.