Jenny can feel every bulging vein deep in her stomach, the colt crouched over her, slamming that magnificent cock into her, pulling back for a moment ...to tease her, then pounding back in. Jenny’s thighs quiver on every thrust, her cunt a mess of natural lubricant, her tits buried in the rough straw bale she is resting on. One last impaling and Colt rears up, ejaculating madly, filling Jenny’s cunt to overflowing with his red-hot sticky horse cum. Colt pulls the monster cock out of Jenny, bends. I’ve been texting you all morning.” I look at my phone. Noon. “Hey, let me call you right back. I need to call work. I should have been there two hours ago.” I don’t give Jill time to reply and call in to work. “Hey, is Danny around?” I am going to throw up. “Of course he’s pissed. Just put him on.” My ears are on fire. My skin crawls. My head is a carousel of pulsing lights and dancing colors. I hear the words you’re fired and Donald Trump’s beat red face and toupee flash in my face. Oh fuck,. Not something I do on a regular basis but I thought, why not, it will be fun. So the four of us hit the bar, and before long I had drank much more than I had intended and was hitting on the guy sitting beside me at the bar. He was tall, taller than I am which is saying something because I’m almost 6 foot tall without heels. That night I was in 6 inch heels so he had to have been 6 foot 6 inches at the least. He had black hair and startling blue eyes. He was gorgeous and had several tattoos. I was getting so engrossed into searching and bookmarking pages that I lost track of time. One page led to another then another. None of the ones I searched for had done porn. Most of the pictures I found would be considered as “not safe for work”; most were clothed. My phone vibrated and lit up on the side of my keyboard. I picked it up.Aren't you going to call? the text read; it was from an unknown number and there was another number. It was a group text.I looked at the numbers over and over..