Meet Me in the Conference Room

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  On the sidewalk outside of the large business building, a lone female mouse checked over a slip of paper that had an address and a building name on it. This was the place, she told herself. She was a thin and somewhat small girl, she looked innocent enough with her short, blond hair and square glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose. In all she looked like an unassuming business woman, though she wore a loose skirt and a pink sweatshirt. White leggings traced up her thighs and ended just beneath her butt, though if anyone peaked underneath, they would be able to see that she wore no underwear.   
 
  Taking a deep breath, she walked inside through the front entrance, a bit nervous as if she were strolling into a job interview. Ironic as it were, since she already had a job, and was there to perform it. Being that she was a hired escort, and an incredibly good one at that, she was often hired to be eye candy for rich douchbags at social events, only to get fucked later in the evening. Right now she wasn't at some nice event and she didn't know of the person she was meant to meet. The instructions from the website were simple enough, go to this location, and ask for this name.   
 
  The receptionist at the front desk beamed a happy smile and waved at the mouse girl. She waved back. “Hello there, I'm Whitney Lorhall, I'm here to see a...” she quickly glanced at her piece of paper, “Taylor Johnson?”
 
  “Ah yes! You must be the escort!” she replied loudly and then turned to point at an elevator that was kind of behind her. “Just take that and go up to the twelfth floor and then to the first conference room on the right. Mrs. Johnson should be waiting for you there,” she said and then gave a glance at the nearby clock on her desk. “Oh! And you better hurry up, the meeting is about to begin!”
 
  “Thank you!” Whitney replied and rushed over to the elevator and jabbed the up arrow. The doors immediately opened and she hoped it. The twelfth button was pushed and the doors closed right away. As the cart began to ascend, a thought broke into her mind about what the receptionist said. “Meeting?” she asked herself confused. Thinking about what she had meant mattered little, so she shook her head to dispel it. The elevator dinged and the doors came open. She hoped out and saw the conference room mere feet away to her right. She meandered into the first door she found and craned her head to see inside.   
 
  “Hello?” she asked what at first seemed like an empty room. There was a huge table that was able to seat six individuals comfortably, three on each side and then a seventh at the head. A projector on one side was pointed at the wall, where a blank, white screen hung. No one else seemed to be in the room, but as she peered further, a single individual did become apparent.   
 
  She was a tall mare, her fur a mixture of white and black splotches, not unlike what a cow might have for markings. Her jet black hair was done up in a perfect bun with two hair sticks poking out of it at perpendicular angles. She was dressed in business attire, a high-wasted, pintucked skirt beneath a dark red, long sleeved shirt. She wore a pair of high heels and tan pantyhose that covered the entirety of her legs.   
 
  “You're cutting it awfully close,” the mare snapped after giving her watch a quick glance. Whitney recognized her as Taylor from her profile picture.   
 
  “I'm sorry, it's not often that I do business visits,” the mouse replied. “And usually my own business is with a guy.”
 
  “Yes, well, you'll come to find all things aren't as far from the norm as you think,” Taylor replied and smirked. She set down a stapled together bundle of papers on the table and turned towards the girl. With both hands she grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, revealing that a hole was cut into the crotch of her pantyhose, from which a huge, equine cock swayed flaccid between her legs. Whitney's eyes went wide as she witnessed the thick manhood and swallowed hard. Hermaphrodites were her favorite to have fun with, always having a great amount of endurance and being fun to talk to afterword.   
 
  But there came some concern for the escort. They were in such a public setting, a conference room? She was expecting to get fucked here? Taylor seemed to read the confusion on the woman's face and spoke to clarify. “I have a meeting in a couple minutes, and they are some of the most boring things in the world. I am going to have you under the desk sucking me off while it goes on, understand?”   
 
  Where some questions were answered, several more popped up in their place. For one, there were gunna be other people here while they had fun? The mare's confidence emanated in waves and her hard gaze through a pair of glasses made her come off as being no-nonsense. As such, the mouse only nodded and moved a bit closer.   
 
  “Okay then, so...where under the desk do you want me?” Whitney asked softly.   
 
  “Over here at the head,” Taylor replied and pointed at one end of the table. The escort nodded and walked over to the end and got down on her knees. She crawled under and settled back on her haunches at the foot of the chair, waiting like a patient dog. In the meantime, Taylor picked up six stacks of stapled packets that were the same as the one she had been going over before Whitney arrived and distributed them around to each of the other chairs of the table. When she was finished, she sat down at her spot and got comfortable.   
 
  The mare pulled her skirt up until it was crumpled around her waist, her cock hanging over the chair's edge. She scooted her chair in and the mouse came face to face with the thick horse meat. It smelled strongly of musk and it even had a slight wetness to it already. She didn't realize that she had been hesitating until the herm said something.   
 
  “I hope you're not going to just gawk at it,” she said irritated, staring down at the girl through the space that separated her lap and the edge of the table.   
 
  The mouse caught her eyes and squeaked. “Oh! Sorry,” she said quickly and brought her paws up to that girth. Taylor's legs were spread nice and wide, there was no obstruction to keep the escort from doing what she did best. She aimed the tip to her mouth and began to push it between her lips. It was right when the first strong taste of cock hit her tongue that she began to hear movements and voices entering the room.
 
  “I personally think it's a waste of money, that damned drug has been in development hell for two years and there's been no sign of us beginning screen-trials yet,” a male's old, gruff voice sounded out, a Scottish Terrier.   
 
  “We can't cancel it now, we've put too much money into it,” another voice that was just as rough and aged replied from a bulldog.   
 
  “Oh, doughnuts!” A third voice yipped happily and shuffled to the far side of the room.   
 
  “The coffee is fresh too, help yourselves,” Taylor called out into the room.   
 
  “Morning, Mrs. Johnson,” three voices said at the same time.   
 
  “Good morning,” she replied cheerfully. Whitney couldn't help but keep listening, even as she pushed and pulled the flaccid girth from her mouth. With both paws she stroked the base as vigorously as she could, trying to coax some blood to flow through the fleshy mass. Her tongue swirled around the tip and she pulled it from her mouth, accidentally giving a loud pop. She squeaked again and covered her mouth with a paw, concerned that the incoming people might have heard her, though after a while there came no indication that they had.   
 
  She didn't know if she was supposed to be quiet, she didn't know how she could have even bothered to come close to that if she was intending to make the herm cum. Surely they would all eventually find out, right? There didn't come any sort of response from the mare, and so the escort went back to nursing on the thick cock. As she pumped its length she did notice that it was beginning to harden, a fact that made her smile.
 
  “I've set out our quarterly review for us to go over today,” she explained as the six newcomers took up places around the table and sat down. They were all older men, each about fifty or sixty, dressed in meticulously maintained business suits. They picked up their packets of paper and turned the covers. She did the same and continued to speak.   
 
  “We can see that our profits have had only a marginal increase from last quarter, despite the advertisement budget being doubled,” she began. A loud slurp sounded out from her lap as Whitney pushed the horse cock far into her mouth, and once again the others acted as if they had heard nothing. “We've been going through a bit of a hiring craze since we've gotten more government funding, so that will likely pan out in our favor, I wouldn't be too concerned about it,” she continued. “But we haven't been having much progress with drug number 661-EE. With that in mind we should consider allocating its research resources towards our antibiotics that are more promising.”
 
  “Hah! I knew it!” the Scottish terrier cackled.   
 
  “Is that wise though?” a new voice spoke up, coming from a gray muzzled, black labrador. “Surely its continued development promises an imminent breakthrough.”
 
  “I've spoke with our R&D and they aren't holding out any hope. It's money intensive and we're turning our attention to other things,” she explained. Whitney moaned softly as she began to stroke her mouth back and forth on the hermaphrodite's thick cock. It was fully rigid now, its texture like that of a rock. Her saliva coated its entirety and she would make a wet, squelching noise every time she would pull back. Her cheeks would become concave with every action.   
 
  It was amazing to the escort how well Taylor was able to keep her composure. She had done similar “games” with men when their wives would call while they were in the middle of getting their cocks sucked. They didn't always let on that they were cheating, but it was pretty often that they would have speech inflections and have to make up excuses as to why. The mare on the other hand went along as if she were experiencing nothing of the sort.   
 
  “Now if you'll turn to page seven in your packets we can go over yearly revenue. Despite our profits beginning on an upward trend this quarter we still haven't seen a return to the level that we had this same time last year. That being said, we did release a series of new sleep aids onto the market that are promising,” Taylor explained as the others shuffled their packets to get where she was referring. It was about then that the mare's hand came under the desk and suddenly grasped onto the back of Whitney's head. She gasped and struggled a little as she found the horse dick get fully fed down her throat. She was an expert of course and so she didn't gag, but as she felt what must have been twenty one inches of equine cock push down her throat, breathing became labored.   
 
  “Does accounting already know about the change in R&D?” a doberman asked. He wasn't as old as the others, probably the youngest male there at thirty years.   
 
  “Yes, that's covered on the next page. Great segway,” she mentioned and then gave a soft grunt. She pushed her hips closer to the edge of her chair and began to hump against the mouse woman's mouth, pumping her throat like she were a fucktoy, which for all the hermaphrodite cared, she was.   
 
  The group flipped the page of their packets upon cue. “Now I will give the floor to Mr. Burrens for a comprehensive overview of our stocks,” she said. All eyes except for Taylor's shifted over to the bulldog. The fat jowled canine cleared his throat and began to speak about the recent bump in their stock prices.   
 
  Whitney was struggling to breath, though she never stopped writhing her tongue against the herm's cock. She gulped around that thickness and savored the strong flavor. Her mind was swimming in the scent when all of a sudden Taylor pulled her member away. The escort was left with her mouth hanging open and her tongue lolling out. Hot breath huffed from her mouth and her eyes were half lidded, her mind dazed by the recent throat fucking.   
 
  Taylor leaned down and took a firm hold under Whitney's arms and pulled her up from under the desk. The mouse gasped, abruptly exposed to everyone else in the room. She gave a quick glance around at the dogs, but none of them seemed to even remotely notice her. As the bulldog continued on, the others glanced down at their packets, following along with what he was saying. In the span of a second the escort was turned around and aggressively bent over the table, her body impacting the surface and making it rumble.   
 
  “-For the second year in a row. We can expect things to keep on this trend if-” was the only part that she caught of what the dog was saying when The mare's strong hands aggressively yanked up her skirt to expose her pantyless ass. Without the slightest bit of warning or acknowledgment of approval, she was rendered ready to be fucked. Whitney was breathing hard and panting, her paws and arms were sprawled in front of her on the table, she was in no position but to simply do her job.   
 
  Taylor grasped her tail and lifted it high, exposing the pink little pucker beneath it. It was also easy to see from this angle how incredibly wet she was. She loved doing this job, and even if she never got to experience her own little fetishes, getting fucked in front of others and being handled roughly were definitely up there. She loved being degraded, to be used like a little fuck toy.   
 
  The thick head of Taylor's cock pressed up hard between the girl's buttcheeks, and she squeaked loudly as she realized that huge rod was going to get forced up her ass. The pressure became immense and she clamped a paw over her mouth to muffle another scream.   
 
  “Are there any questions so far?” Taylor asked the room as she began to sink her thick, throbbing inches into the girl's bowels. She grasped her hand against the girl's hip to keep her steady while she held her packet of papers with her other. Silence answered her along with shaking heads, all of the other executives' eyes trained solely on her. “All right then, if you'll all turn to page thirteen we can begin to wrap things up,” she continued and began to slowly buck and roll her hips. Every last inch of her hot shaft was buried inside of the girl. Whitney was so full that her otherwise flat stomach was bulging and thumping the table with a clear indent of equine cock.   
 
  “Changing gears here, I'd like to go over some of the advertisement avenues we've since selected. I know we touched a bit on it before and I know it hasn't seen the return we'd like but I still think we should talk about it. Some of our spots online are missing most of our target audience,” she explained as she began to work her hips into a steady, pounding rhythm. Whitney was sent into a whimpering, moaning mess as her hole became a simple play thing.   
 
  “Are you suggesting more of a cable heavy approach?” another dog inquired, a collie and husky mix.   
 
  “That's it exactly,” Taylor said happily as she picked up speed. The smack of her bare hips driving hard against the mouse's was beginning to be very loud. The first sign of the mare's professional facade began to break as her breathing became noticeably more labored. In truth she was loving the whole experience, the way the woman's tight hole clung to her dick made her want to scream in ecstasy. She wanted to lift her shirt and squeeze her tits so hard that fresh milk would come out, like she would often do in private. Alas, the air of a top executive and business owner needed to prevail.   
 
  Whitney peered out through the spaces between her fingers. She watched all of the other males in the room, none of them payed her any attention no matter how hard her ass got pounded. Even as she moaned and was no longer able to control the sounds that she made, not a single pair of eyes even drifted towards her. Was it such a common occurrence for Taylor to fuck a slut on the table in the middle of a meeting that none of them would bat an eye? There were few other times that she had felt as hot and horny as she was now.   
 
  “F-fuck...I'm gunna cum...” Whitney whimpered as she felt the familiar feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure build rapidly through her form. She was shaking hard and jostling from every rough slam. The mare's strong body was throwing every ounce of weight behind those thrusts, and the end result was her cock pulling out to the point that it almost popped free before driving every last inch back inside. She got nothing back though, her wails of pure bliss ignored by pretty much everyone, save for the herm that was fucking her.   
 
  As the group continued to talk about future fiscal projections, the slut cried out with a scream, her body shaking aggressively as tremors of ecstasy wound through her. It was in that same instance that the mare's own climax built and released. As her hole clenched down and milked at the thrusting dick, the immense pleasure escalated and resulted in the inside of the mouse woman's ass getting blasted with thick cum.   
 
  Whitney gasped and her eyes bulged as she felt her bowels become filled with the thick cream. She felt incredible hot and her knees became week, though surprisingly Taylor didn't give any distinctions of the pleasure she was experiencing. In reality she was very well maintained, though her form was rigid, her hips pressed hard against the other's backside, and her jaw was clenched. There came another couple of hard bucks to inject the remaining globs of her jizz, but in all she was pleasantly done.   
 
  Letting a content sigh out, Taylor smiled and spoke. “Before we close out today, did anyone have any questions?” she asked happily. The other board members glanced around at each other and then looked back to her with shaking heads. “Fantastic! Be sure to take any coffee or doughnuts you want, and have a great day,” she concluded. The dogs of the room pushed themselves out from the desk and collected their things. A few did stop past the back of the room to pick up a pastry and a refill before they ducked out of the room, still chatting among themselves about the various figures of their departments.   
 
  When the last canine stepped out, the mare moved back. Her long cock slurped noisily free and the mouse found that she had no strength in her legs. She slipped back from the table and flopped on the floor, cum streaming from her gaped ass and staining the carpet.   
 
  “Oooh fuck...” the mouse groaned and slowly began to get up.   
 
  “I gotta say, you're pretty tight. Kinda noisy, but excellent nonetheless,” the mare said with remiss as she stroked over her cock, collecting the cum that clung to its surface so that she could lick it all away. When her dick shrank enough she lowered her skirt back down and situated herself to be more presentable and professional.   
 
  “Those...guys...” Whitney panted. “You just fucked me right in front of them.”
 
  “So?” Taylor said with a smirk and held her hand out. The escort graciously accepted the offer and was pulled up to her feet.   
 
  “How can you do that? How did none of them notice me?” she said between deep breaths of air.
    “Oh please,” the mare laughed and rolled up her packet into a tube shape. “I fuck an escort every meeting I have. I even have a couple visit my desk when I get bored throughout the day,” she explained and stepped closer, her form towering above the mouse. “But hey, I had a lot of fun. You can expect me to contact you again,” she said as she dug into the pocket of her skirt and retrieved a folded up check. She handed it over to the mouse, who took it up and gave a quick glance at it to make sure it was for the appropriate amount for her time. It was.   
 
  Taylor helped the mouse woman with her skirt and then showed her the way out. As she was walking off for the elevator the mare gave her a quick swat on her butt and winked. “Stay safe out there, hun, I plan on having you around here again very soon. In fact, I might have a secretarial position opening up soon if you'd be interested,” she said before meandering off towards her own office.   
 
  Whitney watched after her with a smirk and got inside of the elevator just as the doors closed. Though her backside still ached from the aggressive pounding in broad sight of all those other males, she was defiantly looking forward to the next time she would get that fat horse cock inside of her again. The potential prospect of a another steady job didn't sound half bad either.