Kara slid down the dildo glued to her desk chair. Her nipples, milked for every ounce after she finished cleaning the apartment, tented her blouse and she hoped they wouldn't leak during the meeting with her manager. Whilst the company tolerated equines, it was just that; tolerance.
'Please blur your screen, Kara. I can see your shelves in the background,' said a surly looking, middle-aged woman.
'Sorry Ms. Ranchers,' sputtered Kara. She cursed herself under her breath and fumbled around with the settings until her background turned a fuzzy white.
'I've reviewed your report on equine inclusion,' said Ms Ranchers. 'All of the workplace adjustments you recommend are out of the question. The IT policy on accessing pornography is not going to change just because an equine is too horny to wait until they get home, and thirty thousand dollars for, a milking machine was it?, is out of the question. What even is a milking machine? No, forget I asked!'
Kara sighed. 'What about the relocation to Mareville?'
Ms Ranchers took a moment to reply. She touched her neck, and her face looked a little red. From the television next to Kara's screen there was a moan from Ling Colt as she slid down a deliciously fat horse cock that Kara hoped wasn't audible on the call. She knew she should mute but the porn helped with the stress of dealing with her boss.
'That might be workable,' said her boss. The woman shut her eyes and sweat broke across her forehead. 'I'll have to... talk to Craig... about costs.'
'It doesn't scale well,' said Kara. 'It's much more cost effective in the long run to install milking machines.'
Ms Ranchers grabbed and squeezed her breasts. There was a lot more sweater meat there than Kara would have guessed. Her kneaded her tits like two giant doughballs and moaned. Ling Colt did the same on the other screen, spraying milk on her partner who whinnied in appreciation.
The sound seemed to jolt her manager back to the present. The prudish woman's eyes shot openand her face turned beet red with embarrassment. She sat up in an attempt to regain some composure.
'I hope you're not breaking IT policy right now,' scolded Ms Ranchers. 'I'd hate to be forced to use a riding crop on you to bring you into line.'
Kara smiled. 'So you like my suggestion about equine discipline?'
Ms Ranchers nodded. 'I love it. I've already signed off on it and I want you to work on a training video for all managers in the effective use of a riding crop on equine employees.'
Neither of them noticed Ms Ranchers' sweater morph into a leather corset.
'Thank you! I won't let you down, I promise. The video will be informative and appropriate for work.'
Her boss leaned into the camera. Her stern expression had shifted into a smoldering look of hunger. 'More appropriate than watching porn while you talk to your boss, I hope? Tell me, are you naked save for that blouse?'
Kara gulped.
'I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry, you're not the only one.'
Ms Ranchers gave a crooked smile and stood. The ankle length skirt, thick tights and full knickers she'd started the call in had vanished with a reality that she no longer belonged in. Instead her bare, shaved pussy glistened on the camera.
She satback down and her tits spilled out of her corset. Thick nipples dribbled droplets of milk over her keyboard.
'If you don't mind my saying Ms Ranchers, you look like you could do with a milking machine yourself.'
Kara's boss squeezed her tits and two thin streams sprayed out. 'You won't give up on that, will you? I can't say I blame you. It's hard to concentrate when your milkers are full. Do you mind if I use a pump while we continue.'
'Not at all Ms Ranchers.'
'Please, it's Stella.'
Stella placed a suction cup on each tit and switched on a machine. The cups squeezed rhythmically while a hum eminated over the speakers. A stream of milk filled the tubes and her nipples extended before their eyes, but neither noticed. Instead, Stella simply stretched in her chair and snaked a hand between her legs. Decency, professionalism, and inhibitions were slipping away. 'Mmmmuch better.'
Kara stroked her cock under the desk. She kept forgetting her boss was a massive slut and just pretended to be stern so as not to appear favourable towards the equines. It made it easier to pass policy changes if the boss seemed against it and only relented because it was absolutely necessary.
'Turn the volume up Kara. I can't hear Ling Colt moaning over the pump.'
Kara obliged. Stella licked her lips at the sounds of moaning and whinnies and her stream of milk surged.
'Mmmmm, fuck. That slut's voice alone always helps me to let down. Now what were we talking about?'
'Milking machines.'
'Oh yes, of course. We'll sneak one into the budget for the riding crop training. Anything else?'
'Just the IT policy.'
Stella chuckled. 'If we change that we'll have nothing to discipline you sluts over. Officially there is to be no viewing of porn at work.'
'And unofficially?'