Back in the Saddle (Patreon)

"Drop the Hammer" by Kulkum

“Soooo,” Hammer began, one hoof-like hand rubbing at the back of his neck, “you wanted to talk to me, boss?”

Of course, his name wasn’t really Hammer. His parents hadn’t been that cruel. The name came from one of his jobs in the company, which was using a sledgehammer to break down walls on demolition projects. While there were other guys on the yard who had the same job, not many of them could take down an entire cinderblock wall in less than ten minutes. It wasn’t even that he was some super strong stallion with powerful swings, even though he was. It was just that he had learned the weakness of the walls and rather than swinging at random spots in hopes of doing damage, he struck weak spots close to the bottom and around the sides until it all came tumbling down. The first time he had done this, a coworker had shouted ‘Damn, you’re like a living hammer!’ and the legend was born.

“I think we should take a lunch break,” the whitetail doe said, her tone about as businesslike as the swelling of the cock trapped in his pants. Those exact words said exactly that way was her way of saying that she wanted to fuck him blind for the next hour.

“Well, I am only halfway through putting up the framework for the… Oof!”

The grunt left him as she pushed him back against her desk, her eyes oddly predatory for such a sexy thing. His eyes moved to the sway of her hips in the skirt that clung to it, then up her smaller frame to the swell of her breasts. Breasts that were just the right size for him to grab hold of with his whole hand, to mold and squeeze and feel the weight as she moaned. Thought like that were making his fingers itch even as she reached up to unbutton the front of his work shirt.

“We’re ahead of schedule,” she said, grinning when he reached up to start returning the favor one button at a time until the black lace of her bra and soft white of her cleavage popped free. “You know I never let things fall behind.”

“No one could ever say you’re a negligent engineer,” he said, grunting and huffing through broad nostrils when she cupped the front of his jeans. Then, because he was a horse, let her palm slide down his pants leg to follow the length of his swelling cock down almost to his knee. “You were right when you said it’d fit, ma’am.”

“Sometimes it just takes a little extra effort, which you’re good at,” she said, pulling back to pull her now fully opened shirt off her shoulders and flick it to the side. “Do you think I need to grease the tool to ease use?”

He rolled his eyes, and released another short, this time a little huff at her intentionally bad sex talk. “That was terrible, Vee.”

“Yeah, it was,” she laughed, her eyes never leaving him as she dropped into a crouch in front of him, her fingers working at the buttons of his jeans. “But this won’t be.”