I Gave the Centaur Her First Cock Wash

Looking into the wash room, I nod to myself. The wash bucket sits ready for warm water. The sponge looks clean, the buckets are empty, and my wet-suit fits snug. I should be set for any customers. The air already carries a faint hint of soap and the clean tile floor gleams under the lights.

I drop onto the stool behind the counter and let out a slow breath. My fingers tug at the collar of my light outfit, and I glance down at the sleek white suit underneath. It still looks cute on my flat body. I know flat works better for this job, but I still wish I had a bit more up top. At least it cuts down on creeps once the service ends. My skin feels warm already from the anticipation of another shift.

The bell rings. I stumble out the line I was taught. “Welcome to the Centaur Cock Wash, how may I cock you today?”

Sweat beads on my face as I stare at the woman who just walked in. She is beautiful, with large breasts under a loose shirt that drapes over her stomach. Her brown horse half hides under a sheet skirt, but a thin trail of pre-cum already follows her across the floor. She looks pent up. Her tail flicks once, and I catch the sharp scent of her arousal drifting forward.

Leading Her Back

“Y-yes, uh-uhm… I heard you help with heat? I-it’s um… I need some help.” Her voice shakes a little, and her human cheeks flush pink while her front hooves shift on the floor.

I nod fast and hop off the stool. I lead her into the room I just prepped and point to the special mount. “Go ahead and sit there, unless you prefer standing, and I’ll get to work on washing you!” My heart beats quicker as I watch her move, the heavy sway of her lower body making the floor creak softly.

“U-um, thanks! Uh, but how much does this cost…? I uh…” She bites her lip, eyes darting to the price list while her cock gives another slow drip onto the tile.

I point to the menu on the wall. The plain cock wash sits near the cheapest option. “O-oh, uh… the Centaur Cock Wash…?”

“I’ll wash your cock and balls clean until you cum, or until they’re clean, whichever comes last. Is that what you want?” I keep my tone steady even though my own pulse jumps at the words.

She climbs onto the seat, rests her human half against the chest-height pad, and lays her head and breasts on it. Her tits are big enough to use like a pillow. She stays standing, which works fine for me. “Y-yes please.”

I smile, pull her skirt away, and fold it neatly to the side. I grab the filled bucket and sponge, then glance at her cock. It is huge. I knew centaurs could get big, but hers matches the length of my whole torso. If I laid on top of it, my thighs would wrap around her balls. The shaft already gleams with fresh pre-cum, the flared head twitching every few seconds.

She catches me staring. I cough and blush, then strip down to the wetsuit that keeps my clothes clean and my modesty safe. “S-sorry about that, I’m uh… gonna be honest, I’m a new girl here, so I’m still taken aback by uh… some of this. I-I mean I had training and stuff! But, uh…” My fingers tremble just a little as I adjust the suit straps.

She blushes too. Her cock twitches and spurts pre onto the floor. It is a long smooth shaft with a ring in the middle and a flared, bell-like tip. “I-I get it… we’re new together, then?”

First Strokes

Her cute voice pulls me back. I give her a quick nod and smile. “Right! New together! I’m, uh, Megan, by the way.”

“O-oh! Brittany!”

I smile and run my hand along her fluffy butt. Her muscles feel tight. I need to stay careful with her cock. She is wound up so tight that it would not take much to make her cum. “You’re very tense. Do you not have any way to relieve stress yourself?”

I crouch beneath her and wring out the sponge in the soap. “No, I don’t… it’s sorta hard to get stuff in centaur size.”

I nod and run the sponge across her balls. Each one is as big as my head and covered in a thin layer of fur. She gasps. “Ah, I get it. Well, that’s what I’m here for. I’ll be sure to clean you up nice”

“A-ah!” The sound slips out high and needy as the warm sponge drags over her left ball, the fur slicking down under the soap.

She melts fast. I chuckle at how easy it is and feel a little aroused by how cute she sounds. I run the sponge over both balls. They shift around so much that one teste even slides over the back of my hand while I wash the other. I grab one ball and hold it steady, pinching it between my small soapy fingers and the sponge while I scrub the other. “H-ah! T-that’s r-really good”

“I’m glad! I’ll be sure to keep it up then”

I scrub harder and press in. The room starts to smell salty from all the pre she shoots into the bucket near her cock. I giggle and run the sponge down her shaft, one hand underneath to keep it steady and feel her pulse. I do not want her to cum early. When her cock throbs and her head starts to twitch and flare, I ease off the pressure and slow down. She calms, so I start the same steady motion again. “Ha… hAh why?”

I smile and stroke her cock with the sponge one last time, stopping at the tip right before she cums. Her balls swell, now maybe fifty percent bigger. “Oh, why I’m edging you on? Why, I wanna make sure you get these big boys emptied out, so I’m cleaning you before I let you cum”

“H-aah O-okay I-it feels… r-really good.”

I giggle, nod, and rub the sponge against the flared tip where it bulges into a rounded sphere with a decent-sized hole leaking pre. I could probably fit a finger in there, but I know better. Only some centaurs like that, and finding out the wrong way gets you kicked in the jaw. I stop just short of her cumming, grab the hose, and rinse the soap away. Then I smile and give the tip a little kiss. “Alright now then, I think this big girl is ready to empty out, don’t you think?”

“Yes please!”

I laugh at her eagerness, pull a table underneath her, and lie on it so my body presses right against her cock. One button raises the table and presses me tighter. The hot trunk of her cock rests against my stomach, chest, and cheek. I have a clear view of the tip, and my thighs rest against her huge balls. The heat of her radiates through the wetsuit, and the slick pre-cum soaks the front of it fast.

I rock my hips slowly along the underside, letting the thick shaft slide between my thighs while my hands stroke the upper length. Brittany moans above me, her human half gripping the pad hard. “Fuck, Megan, your body feels so good on me.” I press my cheek harder to the hot skin and lick a stripe along the ring in the middle, tasting salt and her. Her balls draw up tight against my legs. I squeeze them gently with both hands, rolling the heavy orbs while I grind my soaked suit against the base. “Harder,” she gasps. “Right there, don’t stop.” I thrust my hips faster, the wet friction loud in the small room, skin slapping softly against her fur. Her cock throbs violently between my tits and stomach. I kiss the flared tip again, tongue flicking the leaking hole. “Cum for me, Brittany. Empty those big balls all over me.” She cries out, hips jerking once, twice, then thick ropes of cum explode from the tip, splattering my face, chest, and the table beneath us. The hot spurts keep coming, soaking my wetsuit and dripping down my thighs while she shudders through every pulse. Her balls finally empty, shrinking back to size as the last drops fall. I stay pressed against her, breathing hard, both of us slick and spent.