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“I’m well,” she forced out a beat later. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Violet suffered a moment of heart-clenching panic, wondering if she’d broken some social contract of non-acknowledgment, but he’d only nodded, the scrutiny of his chocolate-brown eyes pinning her to the spot, in danger of being overtaken by the undertow in her mind until she turned away, moving to set up her station. Once again, she found herself glad for the paper mask that hid the heat burning up her face.
“Actually . . . I suppose I’m well enough,” she corrected, feeling marginally more secure once she had the shield of the breeding stocks between them. “This has been a disaster of a day. I had a piece of machinery that wouldn’t cooperate this morning, and it set me behind schedule for the whole afternoon.” His little huff made her bite her lip, and she listened to the rustle of him stepping from his pants. She wondered if his hooves ever caught on the hem of the legs, or if his tail ever got caught up in the seat, pressed against his round ass instead of slipping through its designated opening, questions that would go forever unanswered. “And before all that, your file almost didn’t make it into my rotation for the day.”
“So does that make me the origin of all your bad luck?”
Her eyes raised in surprise to the bench above her, but the Minotaur had not yet approached.I guess he’s not on his lunch break today.She never expected conversation from any of the Clockwatchers, and the slight levity in his deep voice was a curiosity. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” she laughed hesitantly, “but I’m crossing my fingers that the last client of the day doesn’t have any complications.”
“Well, then we’d best get started so you’re not late to your last appointment.” It was unmistakably a command, and she jumped to comply, pulling a tank from the rack and deftly clicking it into place. “I’ll try to time my inconveniences for later in the day next time.”
Violet held her breath as his shadow moved over the opening in the bench, his big leg swinging over, listening for the scrape of his hooves on the turf and anticipating the moment when he would fill the hole . . . but nothing happened. The light from overhead continued to shine down uninterrupted, the shadow of the minotaur’s horns casting down as he straddled the bench.
“Are you still in school?”
There was a slightly suspicious edge to the question, and she knew she ought not to answer it, despite the way her mouth opened to comply immediately. Giving out personal information to the clients was not advisable, blurring the edges of the professional distance the milking associate maintained from their lower level, but there was something about the way he asked, something in the way he held back from settling against the bench . . . Violet couldn’t decide if he was trying to determine if she was an actual adult, perhaps feeling guilty over the fact that he’d evidently enjoyed the way she’d milked him enough to request her again, or if he was subtly insulting her, implying that he hoped she was pursuing an education so that this sort of job wouldn’t be necessary.That’s what he thinks.
“I’m not,” she heard herself answer, sucking in a steadying breath before continuing. “I finished grad school over a year ago. Just waiting for a job in my field that actually pays the bills now.” He grunted in response, her answer obviously satisfying the unknown subtext of his question, for a moment later she heard the creak of the upholstery as he leaned forward, and her hands twitched in anticipation. She could still feel the weight of him in her palms, even now, despite the number of bulls she’d handled since then.
“It’s difficult out there right now,” he said, his deep voice a sympathetic murmur as he shifted against the bench until he was comfortable. “Especially if you’re just entering the marketplace. Entry-level isn’t what it used to be.”
“It’s definitely not. Fortunately, this place was hiring, and I saw the ad at the perfect time.”
“They treat you well here?”
He’d paused his movements again, and Violet huffed in slight impatience. He reallywasgoing to make her late for the next appointment at this rate. “They do. Very fair pay, full benefits. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“That’s good,” he mumbled, hooves scraping the back of the bench at last. “That’s good to hear. They’re extremely generous to clients, it’s a relief to hear they treat the employees as well . . . I suppose I should let you get started.”
Time seemed to move in slow motion as he settled his weight against the bench, his cock filling the hole and blotting out the light, heavy balls swinging. He was already hard, Violet observed, biting her lip.Hardhard, fully erect and already pearling pre-come. She wondered if their brief conversation had turned him on, if it was the knowledge that she wasn’t some barely legal uni student that put his mind at ease and made his cock hard, wondered if his erection had stiffened and grown in anticipation of her stroking him again as he sat straddling the bench, his big balls contracting in need with her just underneath.He requested you. Requested this.He’d enjoyed the way she’d milked his balls dry enough to put in a request for her at the desk, she reminded herself, and she wasn’t going to let him regret it.
The pearlescent bead of moisture glistening from the eye of his cocktip drew her like a magnet, her fingertip pressing into it, spreading it over the smooth pink of his head before pushing into the slit once more, earning a ragged breath from above.
“Just let me know if this is too much pressure,” she murmured, her thumb and index finger meeting in a circle, sliding over his head. The only response she received was a brief sigh as she began to massage over his head with the lubed ring of her fingers, his foreskin moving easily beneath her hands. The response to slipping her pinky into the loose pucker of his foreskin, pulled back over his head, was expected—a barely perceptible groan, but no pulling away. Like the last time, she slid the pad of her finger against the nerve-ending-packed sheath, circling his cockhead. He jerked when she rubbed against his frenulum, a choked groan escaping when she persisted, back and forth, slipping her pinky free and using the loose skin to twist over his head, a constant motion she kept up until he made a noise deep in his throat, a growl of pleasure that he swallowed down, his thick fingers curled around the edge of the bench above, digging into the upholstery as though it might help him keep his grip on his rapidly dissolving composure, and Violet wasn’t sure if she was elated that she’d been able to wring the sound from him or annoyed that he refused to give up control.
The weight of his cock was a delicious heft, heavy and solid in her hands as she began stroking his shaft from root to tip, pressing into the base on her downstroke and teasing his slit every time she twisted over his head, using both hands to move in a constant corkscrew, pulling him with increasing pressure, imagining that she’d be able to pull his big body right through the hole in the bench, her hands moving in a constant pattern, one over the other . . .
He was unable to hold in his groan then, deep and almost pained-sounding, as if he were dragging a burdensome weight uphill, lamenting the exertion of keeping it aloft, the sound sending a bolt of excitement to her own sex until her knees began to shake. She was unsurprised when he began to push against the bench, the same constrained movement as he’d displayed the first time, so different from the wild bucking she’d grown accustomed to from the other clients. Instead, this minotaur moved his hips in a deliberate, slow thrust, grunting as he did so, and rather than immediately releasing him to apply the nozzle, Violet loosened her grip slightly and spread her hands on his shaft, one around his head and the other around his base, flush against his big balls, allowing him to pump into the ring of her fingers.
She wondered if this was what it would be like to be fucked by the big bull: a slow, solid pounding, deep and exquisite, each slam of his wide hips filling her completely, a thought that made her face heat in mortification at the same time that she flooded with arousal.What is wrong with you?! This is a client!Violet knew her inner voice was right; that this train of thought was completely inappropriate, but she had no doubt that she would be dripping by the end of his session.You’ll be able to slide out of the room at this rate!
The minotaur continued to fuck into the tight ring of her hands, his heavy balls slapping the back of her wrist with every thrust, his deep moan a strangled, half-swallowed thing.Enough, you need to stop this. A plentiful, speedy collection . . .She remembered back to the very first client she’d observed when she was still shadowing Kirime and the way the antennaed girl had used the nozzle to tease the spotted bull, the braggadocios Earner. The minotaur above her jolted when she did the same, passing the sucking mouth of the nozzle over his streaming cockhead several times, jerking each time she teased over him, pressing his head in and out of the textured opening before pulling back.
The amount of pre-come he was dripping was enough to cover her hands with no additional lube needed, and Violet considered that between the two of them, they might flood the room.What the fuck is wrong with you?! Just finish him off and be done!He hissed when she worked the nozzle down his cock at last, her hands immediately raising to his full testicles, unable to keep herself from cupping them and feeling their heavy weight against her palms, her fingers hugging them in greeting. His hips began to rock in earnest when she began to rub and squeeze, pulling her thumb and forefinger down the seam to separate them in their sac, pulsing them in time when they began to throb, his orgasm building in her hands.
He lowed as he came, a noise that could only come from a minotaur and one she’d never heard from any of the other Clockwatchers, deep and resonant in his rich voice as the green light flared to life on the machine, the hydraulic pump sucking on his head, slurping up his release more efficiently than any mouth could dream of attempting, and a fresh explosion of excitement exploded between her legs at the thought.She imagined the absolutemesshis fat cock would make if it were permitted to erupt freely, for the twenty-four-ounce bottle was full to the brim when he sagged boneless against the bench, the machine clicking off and the motor whirring to a stop. He plopped wetly from the opening when she released the nozzle, swinging free and he grunted again.Not so in control now.
You shouldn’t work on him anymore, you need to ask Kirime what you need to do, what you need to say, how you can make sure you don’t get his file in your rotation.She knew the voice in her head was right, knew it was inappropriate to be thinking of a client this way, that it was unprofessional and likely grounds for dismissal . . . but when he spoke again, after she’d gently cleaned his spent cock and squeezed his balls one final time, Violet found herself pushing the voice aside.
“One more after this then? The slot after this one is your last for the day?”
“Yes,” she answered, peeling off her gloves, smeared in his pre-come and oil. She didn’t know how he managed to sound so collected and commanding already, his pants already on and zipped, pressed dress shirt tucked into the waistband neatly. Her legs were still trembling as she turned to face the upper level, taking in the broad set of his shoulders and the sharp cut of his horns through his messy hair. He was slimmer than many of the bulls who came through the milking room, and the lack of excess bulk made his sculpted biceps stand out beneath the material of his shirt, the tumble of pecan-colored hair over his forehead giving him a surprisingly boyish appearance. She’d never dated a non-human before, but it was impossible to deny that this minotaur was exceedingly attractive. “Thirty minutes after your appointment time for today would be my last spot of the day.”Who is it hurting? It’s just a fantasy. You haven’t gotten laid in forever, that’s all this is.
“Well . . . I’ll have to keep that in mind. I hope my bad luck doesn’t follow you home.”
It was just a fantasy, she told herself once the room was cleaned and the minotaur long gone, heading to her last appointment, now fifteen minutes behind schedule. But then again, she hadn’t had any inappropriate thoughts about any of the other clients.Not like this one.
Not like him at all, she thought, smiling at the black and white bull waiting for her in the last room of the day. The rest of the clients were a faceless void, and that was the way it was meant to be, she knew.It’s not like anything will happen. Just let things be.
Three cerulean envelopes waited for her at checkout, and she didn’t need to wonder which client had left her the sharply creased hundred dollar bill.That’s all this is, a transaction.Stop making more of things than they are.Once again, Violet knew the voice in her head was right, but as she dropped back on her bed, safely ensconced in her apartment, her fingers slid over her aching clit, her velvet folds still dripping in her earlier arousal. It was the big bull with the messy hair she thought of when she retrieved her vibrator from her nightstand, trying to approximate the slow, deep, deliberate thrust of his hips.
She wondered if he would still be as assertive as he fucked her, keeping his composure and rutting her slowly as she melted to a puddle beneath him, feeling the weight of his cock and the slap of his balls, falling to pieces, completely at his mercy. It was the deep moan he made when he came she thought of as she reached her peak, clenching around the entirely-too-narrow vibrator, wishing it possessed his astounding girth as she keened, trying to imagine the mess twenty-four ounces would make of her sheets.
