Nova, silver industrialist [OC]

Cadance giggled, nuzzling her head against the underside of the thick, expensive wooden desk, teasingly running her tongue around the jet black shaft prodding against her face insistently, demanding worship - worship that the princess was more than happy to provide, of course.

“Mm, I wonder what people would say if they could see their princess trapped under this desk, drooling at the thought of wrapping her lips around this fat cock until she gets totally bloated with your hot steaming spunk?” Cadance giggled again, keeping her hands caressing and stroking that long shaft, feeling it twitch at her words. “You like that, don’t you~? Hearing a princess call herself a **** dirty slut for your perfect cock~? Mm, I better live up to expectations.”

Nova was one of the leading industrialists in Equestria, and the office showed it: rich furnishings, large windows looking down on to the town, and plenty of space for a cock-addled princess to park herself underneath the desk for a quality make out session with the fat, throbbing ponycock dangling between Nova’s legs. The secretary outside hadn’t even looked twice at Cadance as she walked in - there was nothing strange about the princess meeting with leading citizens of Equestria, after all, right? Unlike Cadance’s pink coloring, Nova was silver with an elegant purple mane, in contrast to that two foot ebony cock that was now the focus of Cadance’s world, and she was curvier than Cadance herself - not only with bigger tits and ass, but a narrower waist as well. Just don’t underestimate her in business.

“Nghhh, being your deskslut throatsleeve feels so good and I’ve barely started worshipping this monster like it deserves. God, you’re going to fuck my throat up so good, aren’t you~? Does it turn you on, knowing that even royalty is begging to get **** underneath your desk just for the chance to run their tongue along this monster~?”

Cadance could just make eye contact with Nova from her position underneath the desk as the businesspony reclined just a little in her seat, admiring Cadance getting to work, the princess’ tongue working up and down the massive black shaft. Cadance had come dressed in an expensively tailored and subdued suit - not something she usually wore, and something she already knew was going to get totally ruined, but it was more than worth it if it coaxed even one more drop of cum out of Nova’s oversize, hanging balls.

Sniffling deeply and wriggling as she let the scent of ponycock invade her brain, Cadance sloppily pushed her lips to the tip of the shaft, already tasting precum, snorting air and smacking her lips together as she made out with the cock, feeling it warmth of it against her cheek before she finally stretched her mouth wide and, peering upwards from underneath the desk, **** the engorged flare of the throbbing shaft into her wet, eager mouth with a panting sigh of satisfaction.

“Nggffff~. God, it’s not even fucking fair at all how good this cock is, you know.~ You must have a hundred sluts trying to get in here to be your suckslave, I bet.”

Cadance was an expert at talking out of the corner of her mouth while stuffing her throat with cock, but as Nova’s shaft prodded against the back of her mouth, even for her it was going to be pretty much impossible to produce anything except squealing gibberish, she knew. This was no ordinary cock. Keeping her tongue running circles around the thick shaft stuffing her face as she slowly stretched her jaw out, Cadance started to bob her head up and down the still-growing slab of fuckmeat, shivering in arousal as her hair and breasts jiggled in time with the movements of her lips, first sliding forward up that ebony shaft, then pulling back, leaving a glistening trail of moisture each time, slowly speeding up the pace of her bobbing.

Suddenly, the princess pulled back, letting most of Nova’s shaft slide out from between her lips - and as expert a cocksucker as Cadance was, she’d only been bobbing her head up and down maybe half of Nova’s two-foot shaft, and started to hammer away at the tip, rocking her head back and forth just two or three inches, seeing if she draw a reaction - but all she made out was the faintest of grunts as Nova tapped away on her keyboard. Somehow, being ignored turned Cadance on even more and she threw herself back into cocksucking, sucking in her cheeks, narrowing her eyes and forcing her lips back forward along the black slab that was threatening to dislocate her jaw.

Drool was spilling out of the corners of Cadance’s mouth now as she messily worked her lips up and down the ebony ponycock. Hnfff, schlurp, nglfffh, schlurp, schlurp, schlurp. Her whole body was heating up, face flushing underneath the desk, determined to impress, determined to coax her deserved reward out of those fat balls, one hand frantically stroking and caressing the base of the shaft, relishing the pure feel of submission rush through her as she kept working her head up and down the black monster, feeling the veins throb against her tongue as she kept sucking, tears starting to pool in the corners of her eyes as the princess kept jamming her head back down that cock, trying to **** the entire slab down her throat but seeing at least half a foot still

“Nggaahh~!!”

Pulling back again, Cadance greedily sucked in air, just holding the tip of the shaft in her mouth, raising one hand to wipe away her tears, feeling her heart pound with adrenaline and arousal. She could sense that she was getting a reaction out of this shaft - she could taste the precum dripping down her throat and feel how it throbbed against her tongue. Not daring to pause for more than a couple of seconds, Cadance pushed forward once more, determined to earn her sticky reward that every fiber of her being craved.

Audibly gagging and snorting, the wet, rhythmic sounds of her lips and throat caressing that pumping shaft filling the office, Cadance redoubled her efforts, frantically jamming that cock back and forth between her lips, uncaring of how much her jaw complained, that she couldn’t breathe, that her throat might never be the same as she **** Nova’s cock to practically slamfuck her mouth, still not quite managing to deepthroat but somehow shoving a foot and a half of dick inside her, flicking her tongue teasingly over the flared head each time she **** her skull deeper onto the bitchbreaking cock.

Suddenly, there was a twitch, a grunt, and the next thing she felt Cadance was having her body pumped full of steaming hot ponyspunk. Flailing, **** to keep her balance, cum boiled out around the sides of Nova’s pulsating dick, bubbling down over the lower half of Cadance’s face and practically splashing down over the front of her body, criss-crossing her tits, heaving underneath the expensive business suit. Trying to clamp her lips down as tightly as possible, she could feel her stomach bulge from the sheer volume of spunk that was being blasted into her, shooting out her nose now as it overwhelmed her, head spinning, eyes seeing nothing as they rolled back into her skull, trying to hold on for dear life - even as Nova barely reacted to practically drowning her deskslut.

Finally, somehow, the torrent eventually subsided and Cadance instinctively opened her mouth to let the fat ebony shaft slowly start to slide out of her mouth, **** down the viscous cum stuffing her throat, wheezing and panting for air, trying not to collapse, still spitting up more cum to glaze her chin, but slowly starting to come back down to earth, thick ropes of throatslime and spunk spilling down across her body as that perfect shaft popped out from between her stretched, battered lips.

Looking up adoringly at Nova from underneath the desk, the cum-splattered princess reached out a shaking hand for the still mostly-hard ponycock, stroking it lovingly as she continued to swallow down Nova’s spunk. That she had to somehow get out of here wearing a half-destroyed outfit was the last thing on the princess’ mind - nothing mattered as much as servicing cocks like this.

“Ngh, I could learn to love doing business meetings like this. Teach me more soon~?”