Susan took a swig from the bottle of jizzcream while she stirred the cup of coffee. She loved the salty, creamy flavour of the thick liquid. Every day she drank as much of it as she could. Sure, it was fattening, but since it all went straight to her ass and tits she found there was little reason to restrain her thirst.
She tapped the spoon on the rim of the mug and tossed it into the sink of the break room. The coffee was practically white. Every time Dorris was in she asked for her coffee to have more and more milk in it. It was getting close to the point where Susan might as well have just heated up a mug of jizzcream on its own. She wondered if the owner actually knew what she was drinking and was already corrupt enough to not want to say anything, or if she was just in complete denial.
She marched down the hall and knocked on the office door. 'I've got your coffee here ma'am,' called Susan. She waited for Dorris to respond.
'Enter!'
Susan opened the door and suppressed a smile at the sight of Dorris smoothing her dark brown hair. The woman remained Florence's younger sister in the reality alteration and she was now in her thirties. She was no less frigid than before although that was quickly changing.
'My 3-o-clock cancelled,' said Susan as she set the coffee down on the desk. 'She requested to have her massage done by Jenny instead. Gina seemed like such a nice woman but it turns out she's just another farm fever slut.'
'We seem to be attracting a lot of those perverts these days,' muttered Dorris. She took a sip of her coffee and licked her lips.
'Do you remember Mrs Denvers? This morning Jenny forgot to shut the door and I saw her practically sitting on Abigail's face. Abi was just lying with her head over the end of the table giving Jenny's balls a tongue bath while Jenny kneaded the woman's tits until her shaft had grown fully out and then she was basically just giving herself a titwank. '
Dorris sipped at her coffee and adjusted herself in her chair.
'What kind of woman pays for that sort of treatment? She was nothing more than Jenny's sex toy. She was clearly enjoying it though because her hand never left her clit until Jenny leant over and they sixty-nined.'
Dorris swallowed hard. Susan noticed the subtle signs of arousal. The flushed face, the deeper breathing, the constant fidgeting. 'What's a sixty nine?'
'It's when two people give oral sex to each other. Jenny was licking away at Abi's pussy, their tits pressed against each others stomachs with that huge horse dick trapped between them, and Abi had shifted from bathing the leathery pouch housing Jenny's apples to lapping away at her dark mare lips. It's not a sight I'll ever forget.'
'No. It sounds quite, erm, shocking.'
'Yes. Anyways, I'll leave you to it. I need to go and fetch Mrs Tinson.'
Susan left the office and leant back on the closed door. She squeezed her thighs together and shuddered as she relived the memories of that morning. She'd tricked Abi by getting her all worked up with a jizzcream massage and then brought Jenny in to simply shove her cock and balls in the woman's unsuspecting face. She enjoyed the rest of the shower and afterwards the woman thanked her with a cumswapping kiss.