While I'm still in the middle of cleaning up Jade's giant load, the bell above my shop door rings, signaling the arrival of a new customer. I glance over my shoulder at Jade and give her a parting grin.
"Hey, it's been a real pleasure serving you today. Feel free to come back anytime."
With that, I set down my cleaning supplies, quickly hop into the shower to wash Jade's orgasm-induced piss off my body and hair, and sprint back to the entrance, to greet my newest customer.
Right in front of the counter stands a truly breathtaking Futaur. Her upper body is not just toned; it's on fire! She is adorned with a series of the most delicate piercings along her collarbone that glint in the light. And her lower half? That majestic draft horse look is just the beginning. The power in her flanks, rippling with every step, is simply mind-blowing. But what immediately captures my attention is the sheer size of her equine cock. Even when flaccid, it's easily the longest I have ever seen, stretching down to the knees of her front legs. The hefty shaft is liberally dotted with piercings, each one connected by thin chains that tinkle softly as she moves. Her fat balls hang low, visibly churning with a massive load.
The Futaur smiles as she catches my appreciative gaze, a hint of arrogance in her demeanor. She tosses her long, braided mane over her shoulder, the black strands interwoven with glittering gold thread. Her eyes, a piercing violet, seem to bore into my soul.
"Do you like what you see?" she whispers, her voice like honey over gravel. "My name is Magnolia, but everyone calls me Mag. And I'm going to need your services today."
She approaches, her heavy hoof steps echoing off the tile. The scent of an excited stallion wafts off her, filling the air with her intoxicating musk. Mag's lips curl into a wicked grin as she looks me up and down.
"Your ad says you have magic hands," she purrs. "Let's see if you live up to that. These tanks are bursting, and I need some serious relief."
Mag rolls her hips, her semi-hard cock swaying obscenely. Pre-cum already glistens at the tip, dribbling down the pulsing shaft to splatter on the floor. Her balls churn visibly, working to produce an endless supply of fresh spunk.
I raise an impressed eyebrow as I take in the striking sight before me. Quivering with barely contained desire, this Futaur exudes a dominant energy, her very presence commanding the room. The name 'Magnolia' is apt; her statuesque figure could crush a lover as easily as a rose.
"So what do you say, stud?" Mag challenges, crooking a finger at me. "Think you can handle me? I promise I won't go easy on you..."
Her words are dripping with filthy promise, eyes dark with lust. It's clear this Futaur isn't just looking for a simple handjob - she craves a challenge. And she's chosen me to satisfy her needs, one way or another.
"Remarkable indeed," I murmur, drinking in every voluptuous curve. "I cannot wait to serve you." My voice is a low purr as I trace a finger along my lips, considering her request.
"Unfortunately," I continue with a hint of regret, "the ‘Pool’ is currently unavailable. However," my eyes twinkle with teasing amusement, "for someone as ... impressive as yourself, I believe another room would be more appropriate."
Mag raises an eyebrow at me, slightly disappointed, but her eyes light up with curiosity at the mention of another room. She follows me eagerly, her massive balls swinging heavily with each powerful step. The tinkling of her cock piercings fills the air, adding a perverse melody to our journey.
A few moments later, we enter ‘The Spider's Web,’ and Mag's eyes widen, flickering over the countless ropes hanging from the ceiling, covering the room like vines in a jungle. She licks her lips, desires smoldering in her purple eyes. “Oh, I like this room,” she mutters, her imposing cock beginning to stiffen with anticipation. “I imagine you could have a lot of fun in here.”
Mag saunters into the center of the room and turns slowly so I can take in every inch of her stunning form. Her muscles ripple beneath her fur, embodying power and grace as she moves. She poses, her head held high, her chest thrust out, and she presents herself like the precious mare she is.
“So,” she says, eyes half-closed with lust, ”what's your plan? How do you intend to serve me? Because I have some particular needs and I expect nothing less than your absolute best," she demands, her voice hoarse with desire. “Show me what you've got. Make me scream. I want to be completely devastated when you're done with me.”
Mag throws her head back, her mane falling down her back as she lets out a throaty laugh. At this moment, she is the incarnation of raw desire, a creature of pure carnality ready to be satisfied in any way I see fit.
Grinning at her devilish, I walk over to Mag. "That's the plan," I murmur conspiratorially, letting my fingers dance over the fur on her flanks. "We're going to make this an unforgettable experience."
I take a soft blindfold from a table and place it gently over Mag's eyes. I lean forward, my hot breath brushing her ear as I whisper, "This will intensify every feeling. Surrender to the darkness and let your other senses take over.
One by one, I select different lengths of rope hanging from the ceiling and expertly wrap them around her equine rump. Then, with the practiced ease of a mercenary binding a defeated enemy, I secure her arms behind her back, the rough fibres contrasting deliciously with her soft skin.
I wrap another length of rope around her ample breasts, tightening it just enough to show off her assets even more. Mag now stands before me, blinded and bound, entirely at my mercy. My eyes roam hungrily over her form, satisfaction surging through me.
"Such a good girl," I murmur, stroking her flank. "Now let's take care of your gorgeous cock."
I pull on a pair of textured gloves and slowly, deliberately, begin to rub my palms up and down Mag's pulsating shaft, the nubs brushing against her sensitive skin and making the chains of piercings tingle. I take my time, carefully cleaning every inch.
Mag shudders under my sensual ministrations. Her every nerve is on fire with sensation. Seeking more of that delicious friction her cock twitches and bobs and her hips tries to jerk involuntarily but are hold in place by the ropes.
"Haahh...fuck… nngh, that's it...rub it like that. Aaaaah!"
Her cock continues to swell and grow to its full, imposing size under my attention. The sheer weight of it grinds heavily between her legs, her balls visibly agitated as they work to produce more and more of her precious seed. Mag's heart hammers in her chest and her breathing becomes heavier as the pleasure increases.
“P-please...” she whimpers desperately, “It's too much...too slow ... and yet too good. I want...hnngh...I want more...to fucking explode...”
Mag writhes against her bonds, the coarse rope biting into her flesh as she stretches upward. Her pristine breasts heave with each strained breath, the globes of her ass clenching rhythmically. She has never been so aroused, so entirely consumed by her primal need. Every fiber of her being cries out for release, for the sweet relief of orgasm.
“Alright, Mag, let's move to the main event,” I say while stepping back to admire the glistening flesh of her throughout cleaned cock and her desperate writhing in the ropes that bound her.
I go back to the neighboring table and take out a large plastic bag, which I carefully put over the swollen tip of her cock. With quick, efficient movements, I close the bag with sturdy tape to securely hold it. There's no point in this room being bathed in cum either. Cleaning the ropes would be a nightmare.
Back at the table again, I select several vibrating eggs, their smooth surfaces promising unspeakable pleasure. With skilled fingers, I attach the devices to her numerous piercings and chains, transforming the impressive length of her cock into a symphony of sensations just waiting to be unleashed.
Letting my fingers dance over her trembling body, I step behind Mag, press my face to her dripping folds and run my tongue over the wet slit. And then, with the flick of a switch in my hand, I activate all the vibrating eggs on Mag's cock at once.
As soon as the vibrations start, Mag's whole body clamps down tight, like a bowstring. She lets out a kind of incoherent scream, as the intense sensations hit her senses, and she feels like she's at the border of pain and pleasure. Her hooves scrape the ground for support, as her knees almost give way under the pressure.
"FUCK! Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she cries with cracking voice. "Ashuritu, it's too much! I-I can't... hnnngh!"
Her cock twitches and pulsates in the plastic bag, the vibrations traveling up the length of her shaft. The swollen glans throbs and dribbles out huge amounts of cum. The bag bulges with every pulse and struggles to contain the sheer volume of her arousal.
At the same time, my tongue penetrates deep into her dripping folds and rasps across her swollen clitoris. The double stimulation is absolutely incredible and brings Mag to the brink of madness with its intensity in a matter of seconds. Her hips thrash wildly in her bonds and rub shamelessly against my face as I lick her greedy cunt.
"Yes, yes, YES!" Mag babbles mindlessly, lost in pleasure."Don't stop, please... "I need... I NEED..." she cries out passionately.
I continue to drive her closer and closer to the edge with my expert lips. Her cunt clenches around my tongue, and clear rivulets of arousal flow from her thighs. I can feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave of ecstasy threatening to overwhelm her at any moment.
Mag's balls tighten and churn wildly as they get ready to release their enormous load, and the humming becomes quite loud as the vibrations in her cock reach a frantic pitch. Her entire body tightens like a spring as the pressure gets unbearable.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I'm going to CUM!" The force of Mag's climax causes her voice to shatter as she screams. "Ashuritu! I'm going to cum hard, HOOOLY SHIT!"
Her cock erupts like a volcano within the plastic bag, and the container soon fills to overflowing with thick strands of her cum. Her balls are just designed to generate unfathomably large amounts of powerful semen. At the same time her fluids flood out and fill my mouth as her cunt erupts fiercely around my invading tongue during her climax.
She is going through an incomprehensible peak, a tidal wave of ecstasy that sweeps Mag off her feet. As the intensity of her release overwhelms her, her massive Futa form trembles in the well-placed restraints, her muscles rippling and straining.
Mag's high-pitched scream of ecstasy echoes off the walls, unadulterated and real. Her hoofs slide on the tiled floor, and her hindquarters buck frantically. With each passing second, the relentless buzzing pulls her closer and closer to nirvana as the vibrations from the eggs engulfing her cock force her euphoria to new heights.
“AHHH FUUUCK! HNNNGGGHH!” Her screams are guttural, barely recognizable as anything from a human tongue. Coherent thoughts flee, replaced by pure, animalistic ecstasy. Every sensation is multiplied tenfold, her world reduced to the white-hot bliss emanating from her cock and the searing heat of my talented tongue on her twitching folds.
One wave of orgasm after another crashes over her, melting into an endless wave of rapture. The plastic bag overflows; the sperm gushes out and soaks everything in its path. Mag's mind shatters and turns white with pure, unadulterated lust.
As the tsunami of euphoria subsides and the fog of orgasm begins to lift, Mag slumps forward, her front legs trembling violently and only held up by the ropes wrapped around her body. The blindfold does nothing to dampen the afterimages of the light burning behind her eyelids. Her cock continues to twitch in the overflowing sack, and each faint pulse still produces a gush of cum. Consciousness returns in fragments - the burning in her lungs from screaming, the sweat covering her trembling fur, the smells of sex and musk filling the air. And through it all, the deep, throbbing satisfaction that comes from release on a primeval scale.
I lift my face from between Magnolia's powerful thighs, my lips glistening with the remnants of her juicy essence. A satisfied grin tugs at my mouth as I lick my lips clean, savouring the taste of her arousal. Fuck, she came hard, even harder than the first customer today. Good thing I was prepared.
Strolling along the length of Mag's trembling flank, I run my fingertips through the sheen of sweat that coats her fur. Every touch brings a shiver to her exhausted body, nerve endings still sparking from her intense climax. When I reach her still twitching cock, I carefully remove the overfilled semen collection bag and secure it tightly. Then, one by one, I remove the buzzing vibrators and the ropes that have held Mag so exquisitely captive.
Finally, I remove the blindfold from her eyes, revealing them half-lidded and glassy with lingering bliss. Looking into those moist violet depths, I raise an eyebrow and ask teasingly, "Have I lived up to your expectations, Lady Magnolia? Are you satisfied with my services?"
Mag blinks slowly at me. She looks thoroughly debauched - her fur matted with sweat, her hooves weakly scraping the ground, her tail waving lazily in the puddle of her fluids.
"Fuck me sideways," Mag rasps, her normally husky voice roughened by the screaming. "That was... intense. I've never..." She trails off, shaking her head as if to clear it. When she meets my gaze again, there is a newfound respect in those half-closed eyes.
"You're damn good at what you do," she admits, her lips curling into a lazy grin. "I came harder than I have in years, and that's saying something."
She shifts her hindquarters restlessly, grunting as her overstimulated cock gives another weak twitch.
"I think I have a new favourite place in town," Mag murmurs, giving me a suggestive wink. "Gonna have to make this a regular thing."
She stretches languidly with a chin-crunching yawn, the movement accentuating every lithe muscle in her body. She revels in the pleasant ache that pervades her limbs, the satisfying soreness that comes from a job well done.
"Right now though," she sighs, folding her legs under her, "I think I need a nap. You really put me to the test."
As if on cue, Mag's eyes flutter shut, her breathing settling into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. Within moments she's out like a light, sprawled in a heap on the padded floor. Her massive cock lies exhausted against her belly. Even at rest, she's a breathtaking sight, a vision of pure, virile power.
I watch with amusement as Mag falls into a deep, deep slumber. I have clearly pushed her to her limits, her reserves are completely exhausted. I can't help but chuckle softly as I see her in such a state - so far removed from the dominant, cocky self she displayed at the start of our session.
With Mag dead to the world, the bondage room is now off limits for the foreseeable future, at least until she wakes up and leaves the premises. But that doesn't matter - I still have 'The Meadow' and 'The Machine' rooms at my disposal. Variety is the spice of life, as they say.
I silently slip out the door, walk back to the entrance, and sit at the counter again.
Ready for the next client.
