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In his line of work, Lonny never would have called himself unlucky.

"You sure he's on there nice and snug?"

Being a breeder meant that having sex was less of a random occurrence in his life, and more of a mandatory pastime; he refused to call his job proper work, given the amount of fun he had with most of his clients.

"Couldn't budge an inch, even if he wanted to...but why on earth would he want to?"

That night, he wasn't worried at all about dealing with a client: he was working directly with his boss, and though he'd never found the woman all that intimidating, Jane wasn't in the kind of cheerful, comforting mood that she often wore around her customers.

"Butter me up all you want, but you're still not allowed to play with the merchandise," Jane warned her barn cat. "The last thing I need is a bunch of hybrid kits running around the barn and giving me more mouths to feed..."

The caracal wasn't going to complain about getting to stay in the barn, even if that was all she could count on.

She would have preferred to be able to do more than sit on the sidelines and watch--even getting to check on the straps on the padded mattress was more than Jane would allow her to usually do--but there was nothing to stop Kayla from resting a paw between her naked thighs as she curled up by the edge of the bed.

"Oh, come on! He wouldn't even be able to move! I'd be able to jump off before he finished!"

" Kayla."

Jane could have conveyed it in a number of ways, but her stern, powerful tone made it clear to Kayla that the discussion was over...and the Andalusian mare was going to save whatever breath came next for the action to follow.

"And as for you, Lonny...I've seen you making goo-goo eyes at Kayla more than a few times," Jane turned her ire to the strapped in, Arabian stallion. "You'd better no go wasting any of that seed on her, even for fun...your output is too precious to be spilled anywhere but inside of a tight, fertile pussy. Understood?"

"I'm a tight, ferti-

"Kayla, I swear, unless you want me to string you up by your tail..."

The caracal did her best to smile innocently, but when she was curled up next to the already twitching shaft of Lonny's cock, she couldn't have looked guiltier.

"Okay, okay; I'll behave," she offered. "Guess it's the least I can do if you're gonna let me taste him, for once."

Blindfolded and bound, Lonny didn't have any say in the matter, regardless of who was going after him.

He didn't think his boss was a selfish woman. In his experience, Jane was one of the most loving, caring individuals he'd ever met, but she wasn't immune to having a bad day here and there, and her methods of relief weren't always so straightforward.

To know that he'd be able to help with her mood was an honor and a privilege, but to be tied to the mattress and talked about as if he wasn't there made a few things clear to him.

"Put your mouth on the end of his cock...and don't suckle," Jane instructed. "You're only there to lube him up for me, Kayla. If I think you're getting carried away, you'll be the one tied to that mattress for the rest of the night."

Kayla was a fan of her personal space and freedoms, finding that she could rest anywhere in the barn on a given night.

Such a threat would have been enticing to some, but to Kayla, it was enough to force her throat to gulp, even before the delicate flavor of Lonny's member had settled upon her tongue.

"...Duly noted, ma'am," Kayla replied. "I'll keep him hard as a rock for you!"

Keeping a paw between her thighs, Kayla worked the end of two fingers against the hood of her uncovered clit, teasing her womanhood with a touch that was every bit as skilled as it was shameless.

She wished she could brush that natural moisture across the end of Lonny's snout and let him decide for himself who he was really after, but a stronger scent of need was already tainting the air in the barn, just as Jane peeled away her overalls.

The lack of that denim cover upon her pubic mound allowed her panties, thin and weathered, to spill over with the frustration and heat that she'd been struggling against all day; there was no need for her to deny the natural desperation of her body any longer, and her alabaster fur would be mired with blemishes by the time she'd answered the call of her lust.

She was more than happy to wear whatever stains she could garner from the act--she was the kind of woman who didn't feel like she'd done a proper day's work if she didn't have to shower before getting into bed.

"Looks like he could still be a little harder, Kayla. I've seen him with a full erection before...veins popping out of the shaft, juices drooling from the tip; this isn't quite enough."

Whatever Jane demanded, she was due to receive.

Even when she was talking to someone who didn't technically work on the farm, her word was law: Kayla would have been happy to stroke the careful, delicate tips of her fingers over Lonny's sack all the same, but to hear Jane ordering her around like that was all the encouragement she needed to get her mouth into the mix.

"We'll get him there, ma'am...won't we, Lonny?"

Softer features and a long, flowing mane of raven made Lonny an attractive suitor to all manner of species, equine and not: the disarming nature of his subtle femininity, however, was a bit of a farce.

His length was too plentiful, his girth too impressive, and his breeder's instinct too strong for him to be the harmless, boyish creature that people assumed him to be...but they were always happier to know the reality of the stallion, once they paid their fee for his seed.

"O...o-of course, ma'am," Lonny finally spoke up, his voice playing right into the idea that he was little more than a gentle soul with a gifted member. "Whatever you need, I'm...I'm happy to provide."

He wasn't above having normal desires, and no one could blame him for wishing that he could see the tall, intimidating musculature of the mare. Stripped of her overalls, Jane was proud to display the outline of abdominal muscles, but their chiseled nature took nothing away from the width and scope of her thighs.

Already, Lonny was looking forward to the chance to be caught between them, but he knew better than to think that he'd be allowed to pump into them.

He was, in that moment, less of a stallion...and more akin to the spare gardening equipment that was kept in the barn itself: a tool meant only for the use and ease of his boss.

"I'm pretty sure he means it," Kayla suggested. Eyes of hazel twinkled with a mischievous knowledge and lips curled with a sultry grin, but both shared the shape of surprise when she tried to open her maw all the way around the end of his cock.

Despite her own level of skill, Kalya nearly had to unhinge her jaw to get the job done, and pushing the plentiful inches of the shaft into the back of her throat was proving a more difficult task than she'd ever anticipated.

That did nothing to put off her enjoyment of the same, however.

"Sure looks like he means it, too," Jane agreed. "Careful lubing up my breeding stock for me...the last thing I'd want is for my favorite barn cat to give herself a sore throat."

Jane was of a short and fleeting temper, and she'd be the first to admit the same. She knew that Kayla was used to the struggle of trying to keep up with those changing emotions, but it was still a relief to see the tail of the feline sticking out straight in an obvious display of her enjoyment.

Getting to steal a quick peak at the glistening treasure between her thighs was a welcome, fringe benefit of the same, but seeing such plentiful juices spilling away from the caracal, Jane considered investing in a few more toys for the feline to play with while she spent her long, quiet nights alone in the barn...

...But those thoughts, much like Kayla's needs, would have to wait until Jane was good and satisfied.

"...I said don't give yourself a sore throat," Jane spoke up again, seeing the discomfort fade from Kayla's expression. "The way you're going at him, you'd think I was starving you out here or something..."

Kayla wouldn't lie about how well she was treated--she lived a good life--but living in the barn and being so close to Lonny during every single work day, only to have to sit in the lofts and watch him work without ever being able to experience the myriad orgasms he was capable of giving...it was a maddening thing for the poor feline.

To finally have that chance to get in close and coat the flesh of his cock in her spittle, to be able to work her way down, little by little, until every throb of his equine flesh rattled and stretched her throat...to finally press her nose into the base of his crotch and drink in his delicate, natural aroma...she would never rush herself through that process, even for the woman that owned her.

"Mmn...muuulm..._haa..._f-fine," she worked her way back from the base, just before her tongue had a chance to flicker between the full, hanging weight of his balls. "I guess he's probably hard enough for you, by now..."

"The way he was throbbing, I thought he might break your neck if you weren't careful," Jane teased. "The last thing I need is you going and hurting yourself on my behalf, Kayla."

"This isn't exactly the way I was hoping to hurt myself on him, but I'll take whatever I can get," Kayla replied. "He's just such a cutie , and he makes the most adorable, little noises when he's enjoying himself...you really are a lucky woman to have him in your employ, ma'am."

"Don't sell yourself short, Kayla."

"M...mew?"

"Lonny doesn't need any dressing up, that's for sure..."

Jane shifted gears once more, turning completely back to her own needs: pulling her mane back into a ponytail as she walked, she made it clear with not only her wardrobe change, but with the quick drop of her knees to the mattress that she meant business.

"But somehow, you made him look even more appetizing than he usually would...such a tasty looking cock, all covered in feline juices, pulsing with anticipation...how in the world could I resist a sight like that?"

Lonny's body bounced slightly at that point of impact. He was a smaller, slender horse, and the mare than dropped to straddle his stomach was far greater in stature and mass, though not an ounce of her flesh went to waste.

She was powerful , and she knew that Lonny was one of the rare stallions in the world that not only handle her, but make even a vague attempt to keep up with her.

"Lucky for you, you don't have to resist him, ma'am."

Kayla couldn't completely hide the disappointment from her voice, but there was a subtle, underlying pleasure to her every word as she knelt by the edge of the mattress, still drooling with the memory of how delicious Lonny's flesh was upon her tongue.

"And how do you do it?" Jane asked, teasing her barn cat with her words...but it was the soaking, neatly kept mound of her womanhood that finally brushed against the tip of Lonny's cock, teasing him in a far more direct manner. "How do you sleep in this barn every night, knowing that this magnificent dick is just a hop, skip and a jump away?"

Though the words were teasing Kayla directly, Lonny already knew what Jane was up to.

"I don't...d-don't do much sleeping in here, for what it's worth," Kayla admitted, starting her confession just as Jane started the long, slow descent toward the base of Lonny's shaft. "I spend most nights trying to decide which handle I'm gonna spend the evening with...w-which one I'm gonna pretend is that big, thick cock, finally stretching me out like only...o-only he could..."

There was such desire in her voice that Jane would have felt guilty about the way she was grinding her mound against the groin of her breeding stock...if it didn't feel so heavenly in the first place.

Thanks to that, she couldn't hope to cling to any sense of guilt, any sense of remorse...any of the lesser emotions that would have taken away from the experience were pushed from the back of her mind.

"Believe me, he'd t-tear you in half," Jane suggested, finding that even her larger form and frame struggled to encompass the full, delightful throb of Lonny's cock. "He'd absolutely ruin you..."

"And...if I wanted that?"

Lonny wished he could have turned to look at Kayla, hoping to offer her a sweet, comforting smile in the middle of her emotional desert.

If not for the blindfold, he would have seen her body bent over and pushed prone, her ass lifted in the air and her fingers utterly dripping with the juices he'd helped to provide.

"Then stay there, behave yourself, and let your mistress have her fun," Jane instructed, knowing that the sound of her voice would push the feline one step closer to an overwhelming release. "And maybe someday, when I'm all done draining every fucking drop of cum from this handsome, young man...I'll let you have what's left of him."

Even that was enough of a promise for Kayla to redouble her efforts, but she was no longer content just sitting by the side of the mattress.

Willingness and loyalty to her owner meant that she was happy to fluff the stallion whenever Jane demanded it, but now that Jane was bucking herself silly on the plentiful cock of her favorite breeder, Kayla was struggling to keep her desires at bay...and there was just enough of a gap between Lonny's thighs for her to get a quick, tiny sample.

She knew it was the closest she'd get to being able to taste the reason for Lonny's high price tag, but if that was all she could get, Kayla was happy to go flat on her stomach, knowing she'd only be able to capture one orb at a time; if not for how busy Jane was, Kayla wouldn't have been able to get either of them.

"You little sneak..."

Alabaster fury was almost turned on Kayla, but Jane was enjoying herself too much to bother stopping for anything, much less her barn cat sneaking in a little extra treat for herself after a long day of work.

Bite your lip, Lonny thought. Clench your stomach, think about anything but the pair of gorgeous women that are trying to literally fuck you to death...

He had plenty of endurance left to give, as far as how many rounds he could go: being a breeder meant that he had to be able to bounce right back from one orgasm so he could start supplying his next customer with only the tiniest breaks between.

As far as actually holding off the orgasm itself, he was as much an expert as any man in the world, but to feel Jane's brilliant, clutching muscles hugging around his shaft was already a difficult thing to resist.

To add in the slow, curious swirling of Kayla's tongue upon his orbs, dancing from one to the other in a lazy dance...it was nigh impossible for him to make it through the minute that followed.

" Fine ," Jane huffed, bouncing herself on the mattress with such force that springs whimpered and whined at every impact. "You can have whatever doesn't s-stay inside, but Lonny?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"You'd better have plenty left to give..."

Just answering her took what little energy Lonny had left about him.

His was a blissful line of work, but at the end of any given day, he could hardly imagine bucking his hips, no matter who happened to be on the other side of his cock.

Jane was such an angelic creature that she managed to steal the very last thrusts that he could manage, but those subtle, gentle lifts, propped up by his rump, were easily overtaken by the eager, dropping weight of the mare above.

She pounded him into utter submission with a final thrust, and working in perfect time with her mistress, Kayla suckled tightly at the orb in her maw, encouraging what little seed he had left to pump deep into the loins of the shuddering mare.

"That...t-that's good, Lonny...keep rocking t-those fucking hips, boy!"

Panting and wheezing, Lonny thought anything beyond breathing would prove impossible, but his body was beholden to the rules, even when his mind didn't think it could follow them.

Whatever Jane demanded, she received...and that extra depth forced the subtle flare of his cock to brush against her g-spot, just at the peak of a final, exhausting slam of her bodice to his own.

"That's the way, Lonny...f-fuck...your sack is so tight!" Kayla cheered, knowing her role as a fluffer meant encouraging the stallion through every moment of his orgasm. "Can't even suck it like this...guess I'll just have to nibble it, instead..."

Tiny, delicate nips came at the velvety flesh of Lonny's scrotum, encouraging such a pulse in his shaft that Jane's insides were rattled by the force of it.

The seed that poured into her body and flooded her womb in the next moment should have been the star of the show, but with Lonny's face twisted up in earthly delight, the bulge of his cock evident against the very base of her womanhood, and the heated presence of Kayla's muzzle so close to her backside, it was hard for Jane to decide what aspect had taken center stage of her sexual performance.

The best part of being the boss, as she knew, was that she didn't have to decide: she could revel in that hedonistic blend of sensations until she was a step beyond satisfied...