The ding of the door barely registered in Diamond’s ears as she and Jet tumbled into the open elevator cab.

Everything was a flurry of hooves and chests, as she pushed her boss against the far wall of the small space, and he hooked his hooves around her suit lapel to pull her tumbling onto him.

Celestia the smell was so overpowering. She’d never experienced anything like it - she wanted to drink it in, every molecule, every sniff. She needed to inhale that musk shedding off of him as much as she needed to breathe. She buried her head into the crux of Jet’s neck, grinding her muzzle against his shirt collar and pressing her snout deep into his fur.

“Fuck Diamond…” She heard him groan, his hot breath pouring into the part of her hair: he was pressing his mouth deeply into her mane as well, breathing in her scent.

She wasn’t sure if it was him or her who reached out with a hindleg to kick at the elevator door controls - whoever it was still had enough sense left underneath this animalistic need to realize that if they didn’t get moving toward their hotel room floor, they would shortly be screwing right on the floor of the elevator for all in the lobby to see.

As the doors shut and the cab began to move, Diamond barely managed to drag herself away from the musk pouring off of Jet’s fur - the painful distance added between her nostrils and that humid source making her lunges burn with a painful need for more. But she had to talk to him, to ask him what was happening, to try to come up with some kind of plan to stop this runaway train of lust.

“J-jet… I…”

But as she looked into his eyes… those sharp, stallionly eyes, she found herself gazing into him. That hair, those gruff unshaved cheeks… that intelligent look… that chin. Celestia he was such a stud.

And she’d always thought so, hadn’t she?

Her heart thumped harder in her chest, thoughts scrambling to try to remember all those reasons why she had erected between her and this stallion… something about her job, her career, professionalism…. But what was that? What did that have to do with this male in front of her, whom she loved?

Those lips.

Those lips were so full, so inviting she just needed to talk to him… to hear those lips. Diamond felt her neck moving forward and her head twisting, instinctively leaning in to kiss her boss - it wasn’t what she had meant to do… was it? And yet, Celestia did it feel so right..

And then they were kissing.

She was running her tongue into his mouth, tasting the mouthwash he’d used that morning, running her tongue along his teeth, exploring every molar and canine. But Jet wasn’t a stallion to simply be kissed. Diamond felt a hoof on the back of her own neck as he pulled her tighter into the embrace, his kiss pressing down to reach the smaller mare as he did so - and his tongue thrust into her mouth, penetrating her like an angry snake, not gentle or kind but insistent, reaching deep into her throat as she drank in his saliva.

Her ears picked up on the throaty groan filling the cab.

It was coming from her.

She felt Jet’s other hoof find hers, taking hold of it in his and directing it insistently to his throbbing erection. As she wrapped her hoof around it she was struck by just how hot it was.

And large.

Celestia she couldn’t wrap her hoof around the thing - not even beneath the terrifyingly flared cockhead. Dimly she thought that if she were even partway in her right mind she would never even consider sticking something like that in her.

And yet… there was nothing else she had ever wanted to badly.

She pulled him back away from the wall, spiraling in a mad dance of groping toward the far side of the elevator as she did so, Jet slamming her up against the wall as he did, pressing her against the cold, mirrored wall of the cab, while they continued to kiss.

She grasped and jerked at the huge cock between them - with its drooling cockhead that had already soaked the lower half of her white dress shirt with a slimy concoction of pungent pre-ejaculate. She could barely breathe through her nostrils, each gasping breath filled with him his tongue, his saliva, his pressing muscular bulk against her ribcage. She could feel stars exploding in her eyes from the lack of oxygen.

And she didn’t care one damn bit.

It seemed Jet needed to breathe too, however. He broke away, allowing Diamond a deep breath of air, as the stallion looked down at her with a needy gaze.

Diamond felt her tongue hanging from her mouth, gasping as if she’d just finished her spin class’s most difficult sprint routine… and she wanted more of that wonderful taste. She never wanted to taste anything else ever again.

Her hoof came up from Jet’s throbbing steely erection, and she absentmindedly took a lick of the stallion musk fluid she accumulated.

Fireworks.

Her brain didn’t have time to process just how amazing that taste was, as she dove down, finding renewed strength to push Jet’s imposing male mass off of her and fall to all fours, bringing his massive cockhead in front of her muzzle as she did so. His hooves were planted on the wall behind her for support, leaving him leaning over her and dripping drool and sweat from his body.

She took only a brief moment to inspect the fountain-like source in front of her. It was so wonderfully.... Virile. So stallion-ly. Male.

Knobby, fat glans had flared to a throbbing plate-sized diameter, supplied by thick, pulsing veins, the whole thing menacing with an alien-like stiffness. How could something so huge be on her boss’s body every day… and how could she not worship it?

She plunged her mouth onto the dome-like end, doing her utmost to wrap her lips around the whole thing and failing: there was no way she could bring that into her muzzle. It would be like trying to swallow an apple whole.

But she could suck on it.

Suckle it, like a foal suckling at its mother’s teat.

Her lips drank in the burbling fluid, her tongue lapping at the fleshy, cheerio-sized cockslit, doing its utmost to coax more of the aphrodisia from Jet’s boiling depths.

“Oh wow, sorry we’ll catch the next one.”

Diamond and Jet didn’t notice the elevator stopping and opening on a surprised family, decked out in Hawaiian shirts and on their way to the pool, didn’t notice the wife’s disapproving glare or their two kids’ eyes growing wide with surprise before the doors shut once again.

They were too engrossed in each other.

“F-fuck! DIamond!” Jet groaned.

Diamond felt his hoof wrap around her horn, as he pressed back into her, trying to force more of his huge member into her gullet, to fuck her throat in his need to bury his cock in something.

The cool press of the mirror against her burning nethers, as she was pushed backward by the stuffing cockhead, felt relieving - the squish of her ponut and her winking genitals against the mirrored glass wall coming with an obscene squelch as her clit ground against the unforgiving surface.

She could hear the trickling sound of the wet, steaming waterfall of her cunt-juice sheeting down the wall and tricking into a puddle on the carpeted floor below.

Her cheeks spread wider and wider, straining and hurting as they tried and failed to wrap around the edge of his glans - how could any mare have blown him when he was like this? She knew they had, from the stories she’d heard. Was she just… smaller? Or he was he currently… bigger?

“F-fuck it!” Jet groaned, yanking Diamond up by her horn and back onto her hind legs.

Diamond felt herself lifted bodily from the ground, Jet’s powerful hooves taking hold under her armpits and hoisting her, kicking her little rear hooves like a toddler, like she was light as a feather, before a powerful gust of air from his wings slammed her against the doors and Jet towered over her, like some feral stud on the ancient Equestrian plains.

She glanced down and saw why he’d hoisted her up. Hie was aligning her with his cockhead. She dangled in his grasp he’d needed to hoist her up almost 2 feet off the ground to get her high enough. She felt tiny compared to him… and especially compared to his cock.

Celestia, she wanted it so bad.

Diamond felt Jet lower her down, sliding her back along the elevator doors to guide her.

And then they touched.

The huge cockhead felt like she was sitting on top of a fire hydrant. The burning kiss of his domelike head pressing into her fat, winking folds was heavenly, a shooting spurt of pleasure as stallionflesh smushed into her plump lips and her fat lovebud.

But he wasn’t sliding in.

She was perched on his spear, her own weight not enough to impale her on his shaft, his behemoth too large to enter her.

Her mind raced, trying to think of plans, methods, anything to get that hot burning hunk of flesh deep inside her. Right now...

And this triggered something in her, her mouth starting moving before she could realize why. “B-boss… f-f-fire me!”

“I’m TRYING.” Jet growled, the bass rumble of throat showing just how hungry this stud currently was.

“No! Mngh!” Diamond threw her head back as a shudder of pleasure from her clit coursed through her. “F-fucking FIRE me!”

“What?”

“J-just… Hnggghf! Shit!” Diamond choked as a spasm wracked through her and she felt her lips part ever so slightly more. “Just say ‘YOU’RE FIRED.”

“YOU’RE FIRED!”

*DING*

The elevator door sprung open and the pair of ponies fell onto the hotel room hallway floor.

Author's Note

Author's Note:

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