Iron Will makes a porno

Hoity-Toity swept into his private room with a huff. The room was rather spacious, rather like two private executive offices combined together. The whole of it was tastefully painted in a shade just slightly lighter than his coat, with a carpet that was a few shades darker. As in the rest of the building there were no windows, just a smooth wall hung with movie posters from the studio as well as some photos of mares wearing elegant lingerie, moving to progressively less, with progressively more suggestive looks and posturing. All the lighting was provided by concealed lighting casting a soft glow all around the space. On the right side of the room was a grand, antique desk, its great size making it seem suited for the office of some sort of captain of industry or government minister. On the left size was a white-silk-draped circular bed partially surrounded by a diaphanous curtain. “Well, here we find ourselves again, Miss Finish.”

“Ja, das ist wahr,” Photo Finish said, with her usual dry frostiness, “Erneut...” She sashayed her way over to the bed, staring at it with a neutral gaze, her sunglasses hiding any emotion. “I wonder how many pretty, eager young corn-fed shtarlets have earned their firsht role here upon thish bed. Or how many mares have occupied it und come away with nothing but bedauert.”

“I think you know the answers to those questions. Why do you persist in tediously asking them?” Hoity leaned his glasses down, giving Photo an incredulous look.

“If I did not ashk I am firmly convinced that zee answer woold change,” Photo said, somewhat dismissively. She continued to stare at the bed, remaining fairly stiff. “Why did you put thish monshtrocity in an office? Und with all theshe trappingsh?”

Hoity came up beside Photo, sliding his face along beside hers, cheek-to-cheek. “You know the answers to those questions too,” He said, with a certain mirth.

Photo initially said nothing, but reached out and gave the bed a soft stroke. “Zeit... if we only had longer than a lunch break. Theshe inshufferable shtarsh. But who am I to complain? They put money in my pouch und fame in my name.” She turned quickly and pressed a kiss on Hoity's lips, bringing a hoof up to stroke over his cheek. Unlike the kiss she had shared before it was less sloppy and desperate, but more infused with feeling. She pulled back some and slowly removed her sunglasses, showing off her large, pale blue eyes. “My back ish shtrong. Und you will ushe it.”

“Giving orders, eh? How unusual for you,” Hoity deadpanned, removing his own sunglasses and setting them onto the bed, beside Photo's. “I suppose I will do this. But I thought you were concerned with time.”

Photo hissed and waved her hoof dismissively. “There are waysh. You must be efficient, proper! You know the way, Hoity! No fancy movesh ash in your moviesh. Much ash it will reduce my pleashure, be direct! You will not shlow or shtop, you will shtup!”

“As ever, Photo, as ever...” Hoity gave a laugh and sat on his haunches. He flexed his crotch muscles, to send his partially-dropped penis slapping firmly against his belly. The organ was of a very good size, the high end of a stallion of his build and breed. It was the color of his coat, with a robust medial ring and what promised to be a very good flare. Every slap on his belly made the flesh rise higher and higher.

“Shattlions und their shlapping. When I wash a photographer the mosht impudent of the shtage workersh would thump und thump und thump ash the pretty maresh poshed. Dishgraceful! But you are a professional, you know the time when it ish appropriate,” Photo watched the organ come to life, standing stiffly and twitching with the heartbeat of the stallion that owned it. “Ach, Hoity... have you zebra in you?”

“If I did you'd have it in you, too,” Hoity said with a good-natured laugh. “Sadly, I lack any trace of that noble bloodline in my ancestry. I am merely very fortunate to have been gifted by the quirks of genetics.” Hoity rose once he had reached full erection. The waving rod nearly went past his chest, and was backed by what appeared to be a very flat set of pulled-tight testes.

“You forget yourself, Hoity!” Photo snapped, slowly lifting her skirt up to show off her flanks. Hidden by her voluminous attire was the effects of her life of plenty, a soft, fat backside and a small belly, along with well-fattened teats protruding from her lower belly. “That creation of yoursh to hide your modeshty hash no place in thish room.” She also showed scars bulging the soft fur of her legs. Up and down the thighs, small and large. Hoity leaned in a little closer, glad to see only the old familiar ones. He had counted them all long ago, and never failed to smile when he stopped his count at the same number each time.

“But of course. Only the best for you...” Hoity put a hoof on his hip and slid down, pushing on a carefully-hidden strap that caused a garment the exact shade of his coat to roll down. It was in the design of a thong but more functioned like a pouch, leaving both his sheath and anus free while holding his testicles against his body. The reason why became clear when he had pushed it down all the way. His sac had been compressed against his body leaving only the barest contours of his true size. The stones were of a significant mass, each one the size of a low-end pony's total scrotum, and they hung down with appropriate heaviness. “As they used to say, I know what is hottest in clothing, but know as well, and better, what is hot out of it.” His tail flicked and his legs shook a touch. “Ahh, much better. It is ever a relief to have them hang.”

“I would imagine it ish better to have them drained. That will be on offer ash well if you are quick. It ish not in your nature but it musht be done.” Photo said, lowering her rear end some and thrust it out. She stepped out her rear legs, splitting her fattened rump and more fully exposing her sex, while also giving a peek at her teats, attesting to the full fatness of them. With a little flex of her muscles she pulled her lips apart and pinched them back together again, winking the vulva at Hoity.

“A good trick outside of estrus. If only I could share it with the world,” Hoity said, slowly trotting up to the exposed rump. He softly rubbed his cheek against one of the plump flanks, his upper lip curling up and an inhaling snort seeking to confirm it was what he thought. “It would be fascinating to share that image with the world...”

“Thoshe imagesh und videosh will shtay in your pershonal collection, verstehst?!” Photo shouted, drawing her hind end forward and away from Hoity's face.

Hoity laughed softly at the fury, and more at the subtle embarrassment and fear hidden in the fury. “Verstehe, Photo. Don't worry. Besides... I rather like having them in my personal archive. They are mine, all mine, and available to no one's eyes but mine. A treasure of rare proportions, all to myself. Both the record, and the reality...” Hoity leaned in again and nuzzled at the warm, winking lips.

“Nein!” Photo cried, slapping Hoity softly with her lifted tail. “You have no time for your ushual collection of caresshesh und teashingsh! You will not have the chance to drive me mad ash you ushually do. Perform your stallionly duty ash far ash we may go und then...”

“Yes, I know how it usually goes,” Hoity said, giving another soft nuzzle and a very quick lipping at the pouting vulva. He tapped his chin on Photo's back, just above her tail, making her step her rear legs out a little bit more and arch her back to push her sex up and out.

Photo ground her teeth and lowered her head, a throaty moan leaving her mouth from the mere touch of Hoity's maw over her lips. She heard him rear up and grunted softly as his weight settled comfortable onto her back. They fit together like a glove, every position well-practiced. “Advershariality ish important in a professhional relationship...” Photo muttered to herself, as she adjusted her body to prepared for the expected motions.

“How well we fit together, Photo...” Hoity said, head thrown back as he hunched his hips forward. His cockhead kissed Photo's lips at the very peak of his first thrust, pressed up snugly. Photo exerted her muscular control again to part the plump folds and wrap the mushroom crown with the wet heat of her aroused lips. Hoity pulled himself carefully up Photo's back, stretching himself out a bit. “You do you love a good game of inchworm, don't you?”

“More of a meter, and hardly a mere worm,” Photo replied, somewhat breathily. She pushed herself back slightly, taking in more of the thick rod. A short, sharp gasp emerged as Hoity hunched again, stabbing another few girthy inches of meat into Photo's clutching, trembling insides.

Despite both agreeing there was no time for their usual coyness they still took the time to savor their habitual game, the inchworm craw of Hoity up Photo's back, burying his oversized organ deep and snug inside of Photo's unresisting passage. He moved with no hurry, merely a certain and steady rhythm, pulling up Photo's back until his chest was nuzzled comfortably against the back of her head. They had merged fully, a final, meaty slap announcing the thump of Hoity's hips on Photo's ample ass, his hot stones hanging down to slowly churn against her bulging clit. The wet, snug passage rolled, pulled and occasionally gave a long twitch over the whole of the length, the flesh almost pulled right into the exact shape. “How many thrusts do I have time for, Photo?” Hoity inquired, with a soft nudge against the back of Photo's head.

“You think yourshelf humoroush but you shtrain my patience...” Photo huffed, trying to keep a whine out of her voice. Her inner walls sucked and squeezed down along the gently-pulsing penis. “Take what you wish, it ish shafe. You shmelled on your own.”

Hoity slowly shook his head, pulling his hips back and thrusting back in sharply, the full push of his thrust letting his crown just barely bump Photo's cervix. “Status quo. You know how it must be as long as I don't wear a rubber and you don't use the pill. There can be no... irregularities in our professionalism.” Hoity struck a very proud and aloof pose over Photo and began to rock his hips, using tiny thrusts to create the wet, lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh.

“Raw is besht. Flesh on flesh, no chemical odditiesh...” Photo huffed, rocking her own body back and pushing her head back against Hoity's chest, savoring the contact between the two of them. She massaged and pulsed her flesh around the hefty pole. “Jusht once, I would like to feel that deluge inshide me.”

“It only takes a drop...” Hoity stood tall and firm, working his hips in stiff, steady pumps. With his glasses off his uncertain and shining eyes were visible. He was quite glad his room had no mirrors save the glass over the photographs. He swallowed the lump in his throat and pressed on, hammering harder and more stiffly at Photo's plush backside. “You... you present an excellent target for my hips, Photo. Plenty and prestige have been good to you.”

“You put it ashide...” Photo whispered, lowering her head again and letting out a long, low moan, body trembling as a new wave of pleasure rolled over her. The harder, distracting thrusts slammed the heavy testes hard into her vulnerable clit. Her stuffed sex gushed with her silky fluid and splattered copiously on the carpeted floor. Another moan and sigh poured out of her mouth, before she whispered, “Und sho am I...”

Hoity quickly reared up, forelegs kicking as he stepped back. His motions were awkward because of the strange posture and his attempt to pull his over-sized organ out of Photo's sucking, grasping vulva. The erect dick throbbed and glistened, spitting precum freely onto Photo's slightly-reddened backside. Once he was clear of her body he dropped back to all fours with a huff. “And now... your considerable skills will be required...”

“Ja, ja... now you praishe my big mouth und shlippery tongue...” Photo turned around with a single, smooth motion, going down at Hoity's side, leaning in to lick over the head of the erection which was drooping under its own weight. She let another lick flick up another heavy glob of salty, spicy precum, tongue tickling the cumslit prominently displayed in the center.

“When would I dare not praise your oral capabilities, at the negotiating table and at my hoo- ungh!” Hoity's smooth and cultured words were cut off with a most low-brow grunt when Photo's tongue directly pressed against and around his oozing slit. His hips gave an involuntary thrust that nearly popped her in the lips, but a quick twist of his hips sent the thick thing sliding along her cheek, leaving only a smear of muddled mare juice and precum. “Ah, yes... you make me forget myself. A most cunning trick indeed.”

“You are loshing your touch in your advancing yearsh. Thish is quite humoroush,” Photo chuckled, wiping her hoof against her cheek and lapping up the residue. She then went back to licking, working her way around the blunt head, mostly hooking her tongue around to lick at the underside of the rim. “Do not move!” She called out suddenly, taking the meat up in both hooves and massaging it at the medial ring, using only the fleshiest part of the hooves. “You may relax und enjoy my work...”

“Always, Photo... always...” Hoity stepped out his front legs and set his hind legs as solidly as he could on the carpet. His head went back while his breath huffed heavily through his teeth and out of his nostrils. The licking had gone from mere flicks to long, hard draws around the top side and underside of the flattish head of Hoity's penis.

Photo's mouth opened wider and wider, while her tongue swirled slowly from the edge to the center. After another tickling swipe over the central slit she shoved her head forward, engulfing the ample flesh. Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck strongly on the hot tool, her hooves pumping rapidly over the sensitive and slippery surface of the following shaft. She had seen the clock during her approach and knew she wasn't in a good time position.

The room echoed with rather classless grunts and groans, Hoity's head thrown back, his face repeatedly contorting in pleasure and concentration, his body trembling and lightly breaking into a sweat as he fought to keep still and allow Photo to work. She worked with smooth, quick bobs of her head, taking the plump meat into her throat as much as possible while keeping her body still and working only with her neck.

Choking and gurgling added to the symphony of moans and heavy pants, a lewd display that would shock anyone that knew the two fancy and sophisticated ponies. It came to an appropriate crescendo with snorting breaths, a strangled cry and a loud choke. Photo's hollow cheeks swelled out while her throat worked extra hard to swallow the thick and ample loads that shot into her mouth again and again, drowning her tongue in a musky saltiness.

Hoity's vocalizing went down from groaning and grunts of climax to soft huffs and slowing pants. His body visibly relaxed, but remained firmly up, with no danger of falling onto Photo. Photo herself remained with her mouth firmly around Hoity's slowly softening maleness until the last few loose strands of ejaculate had been swept away and swallowed. With no danger of making a mess she pulled back with a soft, wet 'pop' and smacked her lips. The whole surface of the swaying flesh was rather embarrassingly covered in long, slopy smears of Photo's distinctive red lipstick. “Sho... what bushinessh ish there for ush?” She rose up from beneath Hoity, all business.

“There is... little to discuss...” Hoity said, breathlessly, taking a short moment to suck in a few calming breaths and regain his usual professional composure. “Aside form this Mister William the only real business is another nuisance letter from that stuffy government functionary.”

“The bull ish of little concern. Have you dealt with thish bureaucrat'sh concernsh in the proper fashion?” Photo asked.

“Oh of course,” Hoity said while sliding his testicle-restraining thong back on. “It was filed in the trash bin with all the others.”

“Wunderbar!” Photo Finish cried, nodding her head firmly. She looked to the clock again and made a soft sound. “Time for ush to go back to our jobsh.”

“Indeed. Indeed... indeed...” Hoity joined Photo by the bed where their glasses waited. He reached out for his but hesitated a moment. He looked at nothing, his gaze vacant and distracted. “Do you love me?”

Photo went still and silent, looking up to Hoity's face to seek answers in his vacant eyes. “Do you?”

There was a long, uncomfortable silence before Hoity picked up his sunglasses. “Status quo.”

Photo nodded her head and picked up her own, trying to speak without emotion. “Ja, Liebchen... außer...” She began.

“Except, in this room,” Hoity finished. Both ponies slipped on their sunglasses and made their way sedately from the room.