The equine 'woman' had strong arms. Certain. Her body had a radiating heat as she set you down on the soft, cool sheets--silky like a spider's web. The mattress seemed to fit around your shape to cradle you--Memory foam. You had never felt it before.
Your dress is bunched around your hips. They were soaked through from saliva and heat. A little cum too. The equine slides her hands down your body nice and slow. Then, she lifts the hem.
Your bare folds were bared to the three futanari staring down at you, cocks rock hard and ready to go.
"No panties. You listened. Good girl." She said, voice husked with approval.
You feel her warm fingers make a shape, spreading your labia. You moan without meaning to, hips twitching upwards. You hadn't ever been this sensitive. What's gotten into you?
Holy shit. Are you...horny?
You blinked. You never enjoyed sex ever since you started sex work. Every man, woman, and smelly old fart had fun, reaching their climax and getting their rocks off. But not you. You rarely had time to masturbate. You'd get home and crash.
Your body had forgotten what it felt like to feel good. You're soaked. Dripping like a faucet. Your body was aching for something more than just their eyes and fingers. And you knew it.
The canine moved closer to you. You could feel the lust burning over her already. She smiled, watching you twitch in pleasure. Her knot is swollen again, heavy and ready to tie. She wants more, clearly.
They all do. But it's the obsidian equine who takes control. She meant what she said,
"My turn." Her voice was thick. She rolls you over like you're nothing and presses your face into the pillow. Your ass is high in the air. You could feel them all staring. Wet noises follow. They were stroking off to the view, admiring the tight and dripping wet slit of a human.
They're moaning. Low. Patient. Suddenly you feel a heavy ass weight drape over your back.
The equine chuckles under her aroused breaths, her cock thick and heavy as it drags across your jiggly ass cheeks. You feel precum being smeared over your bare skin--first hot then cold like candle wax. She moves down, pulls back a bit...
You gasp. The head of her thick horsecock found your folds. Testing. Nudging. Teasing your soaking wet love tunnel. But she doesn't push in. No.
She moves a bit higher...and knocks at your tight, virgin backdoor.
Your breath catches. You tell her to wait.
She leans down, her breath hot against your ear, "No limits. That was part of the deal. Remember?"
Then...she pushes.
You grip the sheets like you're about to fall, body tensing up as the broad head of her equine meat pressed into your tight star. You're stretching and it hurts. Painful as fuck.
It's mind-numbing. You cry out from her massive cock, burying your face into a pillow as inch after thick inch of her horsecock sinks into you. You feel your guts being rearranged to compensate for the shape and size. Your stomach had an obvious bulge that made the other two futanaris throb with excitement.
Your body trembles. Thighs are shaking, but...you push back into her. You don't know why, but you push your plump rear into her hips. The pain melts into something else. It's sharp but hot. When you helped her bottom out, she let out a low and possessive grunt. Her cock was buried inside you like a bone.
She starts to move. Long, slow strokes from tip to base. She pulls almost all the way out before gliding back in. Over time, she gets more rough. The slap of her hips against your ass echoes in the room. It's loud and wet--lewder than anything you've had. She was using you like a toy, her rhythm steady, relentless, her cock grinding against every nerve inside you.
