Smattering Of Smut

Octavia paced back and forth in her dressing room. "They're late. I've told them over and over again that they CANNOT be late. This is unacceptable. I can't go out like this. I can't perform like this" She grumbled to herself, constantly glancing towards the door as she awaited a knock. Luckily it would come only a moment later.

She positioned herself in a sitting position, hiding what was preventing her from performing as she spoke up "Come in, please." After that the door opened and closed behind a small mare. She was smiling but had a nervous look at the same time "I'm so sorry I'm late Ma'am." She said as Octavia stood. "I would have been faster but because they sent me instead they door staff took a while to let me in and..."she trailed off as she saw what would be her work for the night. She knew there was a saying that earth ponies had a third leg but Octavia, her client encapsulated this perfectly. It stood, proud and impossible to notice. It was clear now why she would always hire someone before performing. She couldn't perform like that.

"You ARE late. So may we please stop with the excuses. I must perform soon and have your services for the night. Simply open your mouth and we can begin" She said, impatience clear in her voice.

The little mare smiled and nodded before walking over to the couch and threw her legs over the top, allowing her head to hang off the seat, making her mouth and throat a perfect clear hole. "Please go right ahead ma'am. They wouldn't send me if they didn't trust my skill" She said before lewdly opening her mouth

Octavia let out a breath as the mare assuaged some of her worries. She remembered the first mare they'd sent. Could barely take a fourth of her and she ended up late to her performance. They all blamed it on a locked door but after that they sent only ponies who could manage.

Octavia wasted no time as she slammed herself in. She was properly impressed by the absolute lack of resistance as her sack slapped the mare in the face before she pulled back and repeated the process. The obvious bulge on the mare's throat with each thrust was a wonderful touch. She still missed her last mare. She'd had her for quite some time but after an accidental pregnancy - to be fair it WAS her who didn't want to use protection- she'd take the year off.

The little mare for her part was in heaven. Large sizes was her forte but Octavia was amazing. Huge with an overwhelming musk with each slap against her face of that large sack. The feeling of her throat bulging out with each movement. The whole thing together threatened to destroy her, to break her. It was amazing but she was a professional. She worked to contract her throat in the right ways to massage the shaft inside her. Octavia moved with power. it was clear that she'd done with many times before.

The little mare knew that even with as much experience that Octavia had, no one could resist her for very long against her. Soon she'd be proven correct as she felt Octavia's moments become more erratic and her flare swell deep inside her throat. Octavia moaned and panted. Cursing under her breath as the mare's wonderful throat worked her.

"Oh my. Oh, oh blast. Oh, f-fuuuck" She moaned out as she blasted her seed deep inside the little mare.

The mare was proud of her oral skills. She was good at that. Always had been. But she hadn't been expecting the pure deluge that was shot into her. She knew that they told her that Octavia was particularly virile but she felt her belly expand and swell as Octavia continued to moan. She felt like it went on forever.

Once she stepped away with a smile, Octavia had to chuckle. The small body of the mare and the copious amounts she came had ensured that she wouldn't move from that couch for a while "I apologize for that. I've been a tad pent up for some time" She said as she slowly began to pull out, the little mare's tongue lashing the shaft as it left, cleaning every inch she could. As Octavia pulled free, one last rope shot across her face. "Here" Octavia said as her package was finally possible to hide under her dress once again as she readjusted the mare so she way laying comfortably.. "I'll open the sound vents so you can hear the performance" She said kindly before doing just that and taking her leave, locking the door behind her.

The little mare closed her eyes as she listened. Soon the sound of a wonderful, professional cello filled the room. It sounded wonderful. "This is a good job" She mused to herself with a smile and allowed the music to soothe her into an almost trance-like state.