Stella, dressed only in a leather harness, licked her lips as she eyed up Jasmine's ass. The slut had been caught watching a Ling Colt gang bang and Stella had been called down from her office to administer the required ten lashings with the crop. It was the third time that morning she'd been called down, proving the success and popularity of the new policy.
Jasmine's line manager, Ashley, showed Stella the offending clip. Ashley had seemed rather upset on the phone but she was much calmer now. Her glistening cock dangling below the hem of her skirt told Stella that the slut had taken her advice to get a milking. Neither of them remembered that Ashley had actually still been human during that call.
'As you can see this is a blatant breach of the acceptable porn use policy,' said Ashley. 'I had to milk myself twice after seeing it.'
'I'm surprised there wasn't a floor orgy,' said Stella. 'You did well to catch this slut before it got out of hand. It's astonishing that you didn't lose control yourself.'
'I almost did. Luckily I watch a lot of porn at home,' said Ashley. She licked her lips. She'd hated porn as a human, but now every book case in her home was lined with porn DVDs, and posters of Ling Colt plastered her walls.
'Interesting. I've noticed the managers with porn addictions are handling these incidents much better than those without. Come to my office later and we will discuss an idea I have in mind to improve our office efficiency further.'
Stella turned to Jasmine and administered the lashes. Her hands were tied to a hook on the ceiling and she'd been unable to stimulate herself while she waited for her supposed punishment. The horny slutmare was as hard as a rock and dribbling copious amounts of pre with every smack, and her cunt gushed with need.
The lashes came in quick succession. Stella could barely control herself with all the pheromones soaking the air and her own cock throbbed with desire. After the tenth reddening crack she tossed aside the riding crop and grabbed the slut's tail to line up her battering ram. Jasmine whinnied and stomped her foot, and her mare cunt winked as it desperately grasped for something to fill it with.
Stella slammed into Jasmine with enough force to knock her off balance, pitching her forward at an angle and was only stopped from falling entirely forward by the rope hooking her to the ceiling. She was helpless to resist the wild rutting that was now upon her. She could only whimper and leak her jizz and milk onto the floor. It was heaven.
Meaty slaps of flesh on flesh sounds filled the room as hips slammed into hips. Moans, squelches, whinnies, and splatters added to the choir of lust. To any equine it was a siren song, and only the soundproofing stood between them and an orgy.
Fans carried away the rutting heat scorched air that was saturated with powerful equine musk. The cock-stiffening stench flowed through the vents and poured out onto the street, where a passing woman coughed and gagged on the smell.
A smartly dressed equine just exiting the building saw her struggling and offered the woman her thermos to help clear her throat. The woman accepted it with gratitude and, expecting water, took a gulp of the warm, fresh jizzmilk. The creamy, salty taste made her cough again, but she quickly started to feel better and thanked the equine for her help.
Inside, Stella tossed her head back and neighed as her hefty balls squeezed their nutjuice deep inside the slut she was breeding. Jasmine whinnied and spewed her load into the large puddle of milk and pre beneath her. Outside, the woman's elongating ears twitched as they heard the distant echoes of those blissful sounds as they bled from the vents, and she smiled at the sexy equine standing before her.