Sitting in the waiting area, casually flicking through a pornographic magazine with Ling Colt on the cover, was a woman Dorris recognised as an old friend going back decades, although she didn't look a day older than thirty. She was wearing a pink tube top that exposed a valley of cleavage and clung so tight to her body that her thick nipples were visibly outlined.
'Cynthia! You're looking very healthy these days,' said Dorris.
Cynthia set the porn mag down on the coffee table and smiled at her friend. 'It's all thanks to the wonderful new treatments Sarah has been giving me.'
'I'm glad to hear it. I'm covering for her today so if you'd like to follow me.'
Dorris led Cynthia to the massage room and the slutty woman disrobed and climbed onto the table without a hint of shame. Dorris, a little taken back, grabbed a towel and lay it across her friend's hips to at least cover her nether regions.
She set to work, rubbing in a couple of bottles of jizzcream to Cynthia's exposed skin, carefully avoiding her large breasts. She needed to maintain some degree of professionalism, although the process was slowly arousing her. She couldn't ignore the breasts entirely though, and when the time came she did her best to press her fingers into the soft flesh in as clinical a manner as possible.
Cynthia moaned. Her hips reflexively lifted into the air and the towel slid up her thighs. The room filled with her scent and Dorris felt her body respond to it.
I'm not a lesbian, she thought. But her body had other ideas. She was warmer, her breathing shorter and faster, and her nipples tingled with excitement. They grew turgid beneath her tunic and scraped uncomfortably against the nylon fabric.
'Excuse me for a minute,' she said and hurried out of the room. She dashed to her office, and in her haste tore off a button while removing her tunic.
She needed to be quick. She dashed past her office and burst into the milking room. A part of her still regarded it as a filthy den, but she'd heard her sister enough times to know that it would get her off efficiently. She tore open her tunic and attached two cups to her tits, and switched the machine on.
Equine porn flashed up onto the screen. It was so fucking nasty and she hated herself for getting even more turned on. She vigorously rubbed her slick clit to get it over with quickly. The cups tugged on her erect nipples, adding tiny jolts of pleasure to the electric lust flowing through her, and small white beads dripped from their tips.
The screen showed a close up of Ling Colt's leathery snatch getting spread wide open by the wide flat head of an enormous, jet black horse dick. Dorris grabbed a much smaller dildo replica that was next to the machine and lined it up with her own cunt. It was so wrong, but she needed something in her fuckhole if she was going to cum.
Her clit slipped from its hood as she pushed the equine dildo inside herself. It bulged obscenely. She traced her fingers over it and shivered. She was so close now. She looked at the screen and gulped as the closeup showed a second horse dick pushing against Ling's asshole. It was so...
She screamed as her orgasm wracked her body. Tiny squirts of milk ran down the tubes and a river of juices trailed down her legs. The nasty porn images burned themselves into her mind and her own asshole twitched with desire. Although the porn could no longer transform someone once they were on the path to becoming a broodmare, it still twisted and perverted any who watched.
She shook as she detached herself from the machine and tossed the slick dildo aside, gathering herself as best she could before heading back to Cynthia.
The woman was still on the table, eyes shut, idly toying with her pussy. She looked incredibly sexy. Running her hands over that body was a delight. Who cares if she gained sexual excitement from that? Why did she hold herself back all these years from just enjoying herself?
She grabbed two bottles of jizzcream from the counter. She guzzled down the first bottle to strengthen her resolve and stripped out of her tunic, the fabric easily slipping off as most of the buttons were torn off from earlier, and tipped the contents of the second bottle all over herself. She spread it over her body, revelling in the slick feel of the viscous mixture of milk and spunk on her skin. Her arousal, already high, jumped even higher. Her body buzzed with an impossible to contain excitement. No wonder all of her clients were losing control of themselves.
Dorris moved to the head of the massage table. Without hesitation, she grabbed and squeezed Cynthia's ripe tits. The nipples, standing tall and thick like fleshy thimbles, leaked beads of pearl white. Dorris leant down, her own breasts brushing Cynthia's face as she did so, and sucked on the inviting nub. A warm spurt of cream splashed over her tongue. It lacked the salty thickness of jizzcream, but it was still delicious.
She felt Cynthia nuzzle at her breast so she shifted position to offer her nipple. Cynthia latched on, and they suckled one another. Cynthia's milk flowed freely and Dorris gulped it down, but she had to stop when her own nipples got sore from giving every drop they had.
Dorris climbed onto the table. She didn't have much milk but she did have plenty of nectar to offer. She crawled forward, drawing closer to the source of Cynthia's pungent, flowery scent that choked the room. She hesitated for a moment when she saw the dark, leathery lips that lined an unnaturally long slit. It reminded her of the slutmare's cunt from the porn and the prude within her was disgusted. But the growing pervert inside her loved it.
Cynthia's tongue slid along her wet folds and the pleasure pushed aside her doubts. She lowered her head and returned the favour, lapping at the sweet juices that flowed like a river. It was like honey. She drove her tongue in deeper, eager for more, berating herself for ever denying such joys in life.
Both women grunted and moaned with delight. They descended into pure animalistic lust, licking like parched horses at a trough, orgasms rippling freely through their bodies, slowly building towards a final, powerful climax.
Dorris reared upwards and howled. Her legs clamped around Cynthia's head and she bucked on her face like a cowboy at a rodeo, grinding her slit against the helpless woman's open mouth. Cynthia clearly enjoyed being used like a rag though, as she splayed her legs wide in the air and her cunt fired juices like a water cannon against the far wall.
It took a moment for Dorris to gather herself. She clambered down onto shaky legs and leant against the counter. She watched as Cynthia stretched like a cat and sprung off the table, admiring the woman's stamina.
'You look like you could do with a refreshing cup of jizzcream,' said Cynthia rather cheerily.
Dorris nodded, licking her lips as she thought of the creamy delight.
'There's a lovely cafe next door,' continued Cynthia. 'My treat!'