<i>"... but 'fore I go handle any of this other busy'ness, ah'm gonna watch ya try 'n beat my length on 'im. Just once." </i><br/><br/>Carissa was flushed and flustered, and near to overwhelmed by the events of the past few moments.  The powerful, needy scent of Dexter's maleness so near her, combined with Charlie's eager one was still making it hard to think.  Carissa thought she may even have caught a third scent briefly, what she assumed may have been the elf's before the third woman scurried off.  Suddenly, Carissa was thankful for the unexpected customers... they may be her ticket out of this more immediate predicament in which she found herself.  From some of the things Charlie had been hinting at, she didn't think her boss intended for today's entertainment to end with a little lick or two.<br/><br/>She could still feel the heat of Charlie's kiss on her lips, could still taste the woman's tongue carrying the heady promise of Dexter's fluid in her mouth.  More... worrisome?  She could feel her body's reaction to the kiss and to Charlie's fondling of her.  Her breasts tingled from her touch, and she could feel her nipples perking stiffly in response to the teasing.  She was doubly glad she had kept the skirt on now...<br/><br/>Still blushing, Carissa looks from where her expectant boss's fingers wrap around Dexter to mark where she'd been, then down the horse's large cock itself as it stands proudly erect between them, and then up into Charlie's eyes.<i>Maybe if I try, she'll be satisfied for now and will go see about the customers.  At any rate, there's nothing for it, now is there...,</i>she thinks before replying quietly, "All right, I'll try."<br/><br/>Positioning herself a little hesitantly beneath the horse, the long shaft directly in front of her, Carissa closes her eyes a moment then moves her head forward, one hand reaching up to cup and guide the meaty pole to her lips.  There is a moment's hesitation as Carissa seems to gather her courage and then parts those lips and opens wide... but apparently not quite wide enough as suddenly, Dexter indignantly snorts and stamps his rear leg hard in uncomfortable surprise as one of Carissa's tusks graze his sensitive and throbbing flesh!  The poor girl squeaks in a moment of fright and draws back, reaching up with her other hand to soothe the startled horse by rubbing his belly.  Blushing, she tries again after a moment, this time carefully lining him up between her tusks and slowly bobbing forward.  Her blush deepens as Dexter nickers at her and shakes his head, almost as if giving her encouragement (or was that permission?!?) to go on.<br/><br/>And so, go on she did.  Her lips closed lewdly around the flared tip and she shuddered from the intensity of it all as she felt him spill a little of himself into her mouth, coating her tongue.  She could do nothing but swallow him down... it was that or start over.  She imagined Charlie was smirking at it all, but she couldn't break her concentration to look over at the other woman.  The thought goaded her on and she bobbed a little deeper, eyes crossing as they narrowed upon Charlie's fingers marking the goal as they encircled the shaft.  Carissa suddenly wanted to make that mark, to prove herself, to wipe that imagined smirk off Charlie's face, and she pushed to go further than she might have otherwise, lips lewdly straining to take in more of the thick shaft until he was at the entrance of her throat.<br/><br/>Alas, it was not to be.  She could not match the more experienced woman.  Coughing, she hurriedly pulled back and tried not to gag as she gulped for breath.  Like Charlie moments before, a strand of drool and Dexter's pre still connected her to the horse.<i>'What on earth got into me'</i>Carissa wondered, still recovering as she looked up at her boss.  A strand of messy goo still swung in the air between the pair as Dexter shifted onto his other leg.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>