Susan took one last deep gulp of the fresh outdoor air and plunged inside the cafe. The place was thankfully empty, although the stench of recent sex still filled the air.
'Hi Susan! What can I get you?' asked Caroline.
'We need a crate of your cream.'
'Oh, yes, Florence put in an order earlier this morning. I've been a bit busier than normal so haven't had time to get to it. If you don't mind taking over the serving for a bit, I'll get the crate filled up for you.'
Susan rolled her eyes and walked around the counter as Caroline disappeared into the back. Her hopes that the cafe would remain empty were quickly dashed just moments later when an equine drawn carriage carrying a statuesque black slutmare trotted up outside. The equine pulling the carriage was naked save for a leather harness and hoof shaped boots, and her cock stood proud with excitement.
The rider tied the reigns to the lamp post and entered the cafe. She strode to the counter and perused the board. 'One cup of coffee infused jizzcream.'
Susan fumbled around the preparation area for a fresh mug and placed one into the coffee machine. She'd worked in a similar place before, although not an equine establishment, so it wasn't too challenging to work out the correct settings. A steaming hot stream of white liquid poured into the porcelain cup and she plugged her nose to stop herself from gagging on the stench.
'There you go. That'll be five fifty.'
The black horse herm handed over a ten dollar note. 'My mare needs a bottle of jizzcream as well. Please attend to her.'
Susan stared into the eyes of the ebony herm and swallowed her protest. She placed the note in the cash register. The herm took a seat at one of the dildo chairs and Susan grabbed a bottle from under the counter.
The carriage had the markings of the nearby hotel, and when Susan approached the slutmare tied to it she noticed a name tag pinned to the harness. It read Katie. Even outside, the slutmare reeked of musk and sweat and Susan held her breath for as long as she could while she unhooked the bit from between her teeth.
She had to stand on her tiptoes and press up against the slutmare to do it. It was enough to push Katie over the edge and she stomped her foot as a geyser blasted up under Susan's chin. A stream shot straight up into the woman's nose and she staggered back coughing and dropped the bottle to smash on the ground.
'Fucking gross!' She wiped off the globs on her face and flicked her hands to splatter the excess on the pavement, and wiped the rest on her tunic. She wanted to go home. She marched back inside the cafe and smashed the bell on the counter over and over until Caroline came running out naked from the back.
'Is everything okay?' she asked. Milk dribbled from her teats and her cock, wedged between them, oozed thick jizz
'Is that fucking cream ready yet?'
'Almost. What's wrong?'
'I'm covered in horse cum!'
'Why is that a problem?'
Susan's answer died in her throat. Why was it a problem? It was warm and pleasant and smelled fantastic.
'She's just upset because she wasted perfectly good jizzcream when she dropped a bottle outside,' said the herm at the table. 'The mare I'm renting for the day is very excited this morning and gave her a scare. I'll pay for the loss.'
Caroline gave Susan a sympathetic smile and pulled her in for a hug. Susan's face pressed between her cleavage and jizz from her atill leaking cock smeared over Susan's lips and nose.
'Mistakes happen dear. There's lots more jizzcream, don't you worry.'
When Caroline released the woman from her embrace she reached behind the counter and handed her another bottle to take to Katie. Susan thanked her and wondered why Dorris, or anyone, could possibly not like the gentle milkmaid.
She returned outside. It was much easier to unhook the bit now that she wasn't holding her breath. She wondered what it would be like to spend an afternoon riding the carriage through the park, soaking in the pungent aroma of the hardworking slutmare as the wind blew the scent to her, and her nipples hardened with excitement at the prospect.
She tipped the bottle into Katie's open mouth. The mare gulped down the thick juice and her outstretched tongue tried to grab the final drops as Susan pulled the empty bottle away. She replaced the bit and returned inside, where Caroline had the crate of jizzcream ready for her.