Amy clenched her pussy lips around the head of her hairbrush. God she was so wet. It was all that Bull's fault, Henry. She couldn't stop thinking about his tan skin rippling with muscles like a stallion just under the surface. Her toes curled as she remembered his musk, strong and smokey. He wore a suit today and wore it well, but she couldn't stop herself from pulling up his Twitter and ogling his nude chiseled body.
"Fuck," she cooed as she felt herself cumming on the smooth plastic stand in for a cock. What she would not do to have that man in bed with her right now.
Amy took some time to consider how things had gone today. She removed the red hairbrush from between her legs and rolled off the hotel bed, angry at herself for falling head over heels like this for a stranger, and on the job, no less.
It started well enough. Henry was very polite and focused at the beginning of the interview. He had explained that Hucows and Bulls were still just regular people after their transformation. It was Amy who, bumbling complements to Henry, had steered the interview towards sex. She knew she should not ask, but she need to know.
Henry had laughing, oh God his smile was so warm she felt like she would melt. "Sex is great with Hucows," he had started as he smirked, "regular women can't really take a Bull cock without a
lot
of lube." Then like it where the most natural conversation topic in the world he begin explaining how sexuality active the Barn Community could be.
She had gobbled up his every word. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Sex, so much sex. Every man was a Bull, muscles taught, cock dangling, and cum potent. Every woman was a Hucow, tits overflowing, ass jiggling, some bellies swollen with babies. It was all so taboo, and erotic.
Amy sighed, washing her hands in the sink as she remembered how poorly this had ended. Only ten minutes of airworthy content, and even then anyone watching could tell she had bedroom eyes locked onto his bulging package.
Amy inspected herself in the mirror. She was attractive, and used to it. She had long dark hair, cobalt blue eyes, an elvish girly face, and she was not lacking in curves. She was attractive, yes, but she was outclassed.
The women on Henry's Twitter where bimbo sex bombs. She could not help but feel jealous over casually they strutted their stuff. These Hucows and Bulls where a distraction to society. How could she expect to get any work done while daydreaming about being pinned to her bed and breed till she mooed.
Feeling her pussy warm up at that and she snuck a quick rub before slipping back into her jeans. "A quick dip should help," she chirped to herself as she hooked her arm into her swim bag and set out for the indoor pool.
Checking through the hallway she could see the lights in the pool where still on, but no one was in it this late. Good, she would be able to get laps in without having to deal with other swimmers getting in her lane.
She managed not to think about Henry's strong hands cupping her breasts as she basked in a warm pre-pool shower. Well, she did think about it, but not for too long.
Showered, dripping, and clad in a two piece swimsuit that was a compromise between a bikini and a unitard, Amy flopped into the water. It was painful and chilly way to enter a pool, but she needed the distraction.
It was good to get her mind off of sex, and how much of it she was not having. She worked her muscles, focusing on keeping moving. She was graceful and quick in the water. She was in one swim team or another for most of her childhood, but she was never competitive with anyone but herself.
She wondered, as she always did as she swam, what her life would have been like if swimming was more than a hobby for her. She pictured herself hoisting the gold metal, living off swimwear endorsements, and ODing on crack at a pool party.
