Special Delivery

>You adjust the collar of your work uniform, straightening it out as you stand on the porch of your clients’ home.
>You still aren’t entirely comfortable wearing it, but… they had insisted, and the pay is quite handsome indeed.
>No turning back now, you suppose – you make three solid raps on their door,
>giving a last furtive glance around the quiet neighborhood,
>crickets chirping in the gloom as ponies enjoy a late Saturday evening at home.
>You rock back and forth on your hooves – gosh, it’s been nearly a minute now.
>Every second you stand out here someone could recognize you…
>Oh, for Celestia’s sake, where –
>”Hello?”
>The door remains closed, but a stallion’s muffled voice calls out from behind it.
>Well, it’s now or never, Milky.
“It’s the, um, milk-mare…”
>After a short beat, a lock is undone and the door swings open.
>”Ah, welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”
>A light-gray stallion is standing in the entrance, and behind him,
>you see a deep-blue mare with a giddy grin on her face.
>Without a second’s pause, you step inside, the door closing behind you.
>”So, Miss Way –“
“Oh, please, call me Milky.”
>”Very well.” The stallion leads you into the couples’ kitchen, and you take a seat at their table.
>It’s a nice house – certainly modest, but comfortable-looking and clean,
>though you’re sure they tidied up the place to make a good impression.
>”As I was about to ask, Milky…”
>he takes a seat across from you, flashing a seductive grin –
>”have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Oh, well, um, no. I can’t say I have. Actually, this whole thing sorta makes me a bit nervous…”
>”Understandable. Honey, could you fetch us some drinks?”
>The stallion’s wife or girlfriend heads to their fridge; with the way she trots,
>she seems to be as nervous as you are.
>”Um, what would you like?”
>…
>Several moments pass; you wonder when he’s going to answer already.
>It’s starting to seem weird until you look over at her, the refrigerator held open with a hoof;
>she’s staring straight at you.
“Oh, me!? Oh gosh, I’m sorry…”
>Your cheeks are visibly burning, and your tendency to fidget under stress doesn’t help.
“Uh… w-water. Water’s fine.”
>”Okie dokie. You, hun?”
>”Oh, I’m quite alright, dear.” He turns to you instead.
>“So, Miss Milky, if I may ask, why did you decide to take up our invitation?”
“Um… it seemed… neat. I’m not really the most active mare –“
>”I can’t imagine why.”
>Your cheeks flare up yet again; he’s certainly a charming fellow.
“Oh, stop it… well, anyway, I guess I just thought it would be exciting.”
>Exciting and lucrative. These two are paying you handsomely,
>but you leave that unremarked upon for the moment.
>”Well, my wife and I have been waiting eagerly for tonight;
>as you get older, there is an impulse to… spice things up, once in a while.”
>Hmm. He doesn’t seem all that old. Perhaps they married young.
>Just now, his wife returns with your glass of tea, and you finally get a good look at her;
>royal blue, with irises of azure and a curly blonde mane. She looks to be about your age, and is quite pretty.
>You thank her and take a sip, and she joins you and her husband at the table.
>”So... are you prepared to do this, Milky?”
***
>Oh, man…
>If the health inspector were to find out about this, you’d lose your license in a Manehatten minute.
>Still…
>”Mmm, I must say, Milky…”
>A rough suction on your teat temporarily subsides.
>”It’s even better in person.”
>The stallion traces his hoof along your splayed-out thigh,
>gently nuzzling his cheek against your massive, cream-colored orbs;
>all four of your legs are restrained at the corners of the table,
>and your usual milk mare’s outfit is discarded in a pile on the floor.
>These two have been going at it for Celestia knows how long,
>and you feel like you’re going to lose your mind if they keep it up for much longer;
>the gray gentle-pony latches his muzzle onto your right nipple,
>gently stimulating your overactive lactation into a heavy flow.
“Mmph!”
>You can’t even moan correctly at the moment; a kinky little mare is eagerly straddling your face,
>riding your mouth as she sixty-nines you on her very own kitchen table,
>nursing your let tit even as you lick around in her warm, wet marehood.
>You can’t say you particularly enjoy eating her out, but neither is  it unpleasant;
>besides, the service they’re giving you in return makes it absolutely worth it.
>The positioning is a bit awkward, but your breasts are large enough to accommodate the both of them;
>guzzling from your money-makers as a pair, it’s hard to tell which is the more enthusiastic.
>” …Hey, how are you feeling?”
>The mare rises from your head as she pulls away from your teat,
>giving you a much-needed moment to breathe.
“Oh… it’s very – ah! Keep going…”
>Without another word, she plants her crotch onto your mouth,
>and you get back to the business of sucking and licking every inch of her cunt.
>”Wow… it never relents with you, does it?”
>You can feel the stallion affectionately stroke your thighs, rubbing very close to your crotch;
>wait a minute…
“N-no! Not there!”
>You spurt out weakly, struggling to free your mouth from the vagina it’s buried under.
>”What? You didn’t think we were going to leave you… unsatisfied…?”
>Oh, no…
>Your face is once again smothered as a long, flat tongue is drawn up your slit,
>sending shudders rippling through your tightly-restrained legs;
>all you can do is lick and suck, your thoughts and worries brushed away,
>mind awash in a hazy, giddy pleasure.
>Mmm… you’re positively coated in the stuff; you’d never imagined a mare could be this productive.
>Well… down there, anyway.
>Your stallion partner doesn’t spend long eating you out;
>he soon pulls away, to your slight dismay, you must admit, but you’re too busy with the mare atop you to notice.
“Mmh!?”
>Oh no, what’s he doing!?”
>You feel a hard, erect penis slipping up and down your soaked crotch,
>and you weakly shake your legs in protest, muffled cries by either of your lovers.
>Its wonderful length leaves you twitching in pleasure every time it bumps up against your needy sex,
>and he seems to be taking his time, coating and lathering his cock in your messy feminine wetness;
>what’s taking him so –
>Huh?
>In one quick motion, he pulls away and slides his dick between your massive teats,
>his wife pressing and rubbing them against his cock as he saws back and forth,
>fucking your tits more vigorously than you ever could’ve imagined.
>You’ve never had this done to you before, and you’re somewhat stunned;
>he thrusts his hips in a quick, pistoning rhythm, as his wife slides your breasts up and down the sides of his cock,
>the stimulation enough to cause a dribble of lactation to leak out and coat the three of you in milk.
>This should be embarrassing, but… it’s turning you on more than anything you’ve ever done;
>you feel him quicken his pace, and his rough hooves take hold of your breasts from his wife,
>sliding them up and down and back and forth, stimulating every inch of his cock as it fucks your tight cleavage,
>and soon, after a few surreally pleasurable minutes,
>he groans all through the house as a warm flood of cum pours between your breasts.
>His orgasm is bigger and longer than any stallion you’ve been with;
>you’re impressed, and more than a little flattered.
>His wife rubs her crotch across your muzzle even more vigorously,
>and your admittedly unskilled tonguing is enough to bring her to a peak of her own;
>a telltale moan and a fresh flood of warmth across your face later and she collapses onto your body,
>not very far from the puddle of milk and cum strewn at the top of your breasts.
>You hope she enjoys it.
***
>A quick shower later and you’re thanking the couple at the door,
>uniform replaced, and nothing out of the ordinary.
>”…quite eager to experience that again, Miss Milky. Care to schedule another appointment?”
“Oh, sorry, not at the moment… I’m rather busy for the next few weeks, though I would be up for it.”
>”I understand.” The gentlecolt takes your hoof in his, planting a kiss atop it.
>“You really are something special, you know.”
“Please…”
>His wife is blushing behind him; you feel a little bad for her.
>Then again, you DID eat her orgasm, so not *too* bad.
“Um, anyway, it was nice to meet you both. I’ll write soon?”
>”That will be excellent, my dear Milky. Have a good evening.”
>Warm smiles all around, you make your way down the porch,
>five hundred bits jingling in your pocket, your mind aflutter with possibilities for the night –
>they never DID get you off, after all.
Fin