The gallop had left us both hot. I'd been in hurry to cross the broad fields from Laura's stable to reach the secluded wood.
It had been a relief to dismount at the edge of the trees, strip off, and put the folded clothes in the saddle pouch. I thrilled to feel Tallon underneath my naked body. A proud young grey stallion, his heat steamed up from his back. My pussy snuggled comfortably into the leather of the saddle. But it's not that that makes riding a thrill for women. It's the contact through the thighs. Feeling the huge power of the horse, as you grip him with your largest, strongest muscles, that charges a woman. Through your thighs you control living hot energy. Through your thighs you become one intense living being — woman-horse — thundering at speed across the landscape.
I stretched forward to hug Tallon's neck, my arms reaching round him, my small breasts dragging across his rough mane, the sun drying the sweat running down my back. For a long golden moment he let me hold him in my puny arms. Then with a snort, Tallon began to walk into the wood. He knew we had a rendezvous to keep.
The sunlight through the trees strobed my fair naked body, hot-cool-hot-cool as my fair skin prickled, one moment cast in brilliant sunlight, the next thrown into bronzed shadow. I sat slightly slumped, enjoying the strokes of the sun, recharging myself from the thrill of the gallop for the greater thrill of seeing you again. Tallon strolled on sure footed, not needing help from me to find our clearing.
As I rode out from the trees into the clearing, the sun blinded me for a moment, and all I was aware of was bird song high in the trees that vaults the clearing.
"Hello my little Emily". My heart jumped to hear your voice. My eyes followed the sound, and focused on you stepping out of the sun, towards me across the soft velvet grass. Judas walks to heel beside you. My impulse is to jump down, to fling my arms around you, to embrace you with my nakedness. But I wait my command. I know little, but I know better than to do that.
"Hello my Master Patrick. How may I best please you today?"
"Have you done your ritual yet?"
I shake my head and you motion me to start. I begin to rise from the saddle and you raise your hand to halt me. Of course, you have not given me permission to dismount.
I place my hands over my face, and start my hymn of obedient devotion:
"Oh my Master Patrick, This is the face of your slave, that it should please you, I offer it to you to wash over with all your sweet fluids."
Then licking my lips ...
"Oh my Master, These are my lips, that seek to so much to kiss your lips: that hunger for your hard manhood, that search to kiss your swollen testicles, that want to feel the stretch of your gag."
Still licking:
"And this, patient Master, is my tongue
that would taste you, complete:
your mouth, your body, your cock, your balls, your anus, your fluids
all the gifts that you would bestow on your fortunate Slave, my Master,
I will treasure with my tongue."
Running my hands down my neck, across my chest, to cup and squeeze my titties into points:
"And these, wise Master, are my suckling breasts,
I bear their fullness for your comfort,
they crave the softness of your lips,
the hardness of your crop,
and the firm lash of the cat's kiss."
Squeezing my hard nipples, you spot how my pussy is slowly rubbing itself into the leather of the saddle. My voice croaks as I pinch my pulled nipples hard:
"And these, my most beautiful Master, are my nipples, they stand tall to salute you, they burn to feel the bite of your teeth, to feel the clamp of your instruments of pleasured pain."
I run my hands down the sides of my body, my voice rising:
"And this body wants so much to be filled my your loving lust, and washed by the wet heat within my Master's body."
My hands flow onto my buttocks, my heat burning strong:
"These buttocks, Master, ache for the hard flat of your hand, the sharp hot kiss of the rod, and burning claw of the cat."
My index finger dips into the shit up my arse, my groin dragging itself in the saddle:
"This arse is offered to you, my Master, as a vessel for your passion, please, oh pleeease Master, fill it with as you wish, fill me to the brink."
Pushing a second finger up my arse, my free hand drags up my thighs, which still grip the hot stallion beneath:
"Oh, and these are your property's milky white thighs
that want the kiss of sweet pain to bring the fire of pleasure to life."
And cupping my vulva in the palm of my free hand:
"Ohhhhh, my Master, this is the pearl of my womanhood."
My voice chokes as I realise, in panic, that I'm am close to orgasm. I open my eyes and look down on you, smiling up at me.
"Oh my Master Patrick ... may I release myself, pleeeease?"
You smile, but softly say no.
I freeze my body, taking my hands from my tingling arse and pussy, and grip the saddle, as waves of near orgasmic pleasure rise up inside, only to slip back just in time.
"You have not finished, continue" you command
"But Master ..." I blurt
"Con - tin - ue", you insist.
I pale at further stimulating myself. I doubt I can fight back the orgasm. Swallowing hard, I return my hand to my pussy mound, my fingers stroking the fold between my inner and outer labia.
"These are my cunt lips"
The thwack of stinging pain flashes across my buttock. Startled, I see my riding crop in your hand. "Continue, as you were before", you nod to my backside.
"Thank you Master", gulping as I push one, then two fingers back past my sphincter muscle, into my anus, I move my other hand into the wet slit of my pussy. I can feel my wetness on the saddle underneath. Softly I insert a finger into my vagina.
"This is my vagina, that longs to pleasure you with its firm silky embrace, to feel the Master's invasion of the slave's body."
Sliding my finger back out,
"and this, nestled in the vestibule of my vulva, is the end of my urethra, fountainhead of my golden rain, which I am so very fortunate you desire to drink, my loving Master ... may I show you?"
I look down into your admiring eyes. I think you must be pleased with my wanton abandon, perched up on my beautiful tall grey stallion. You nod your consent. I focus my mind on relaxing my bladder, trying to push past the tingle in my anus, and the heat in my pussy.
For a moment, there is only bird-song in the clearing. Then the hissing sound of my piss startles the air. We watch together as my piss jumps the saddle and rivers its way across Tallon's huge neck, and down his foreleg. Tallon jerks with the surprising wet heat of my piss, involuntarily making me stop as I grip his sides to stay seated. You hold him steady, and run your fingers lightly across the wet steaming patch.
"You are a fine slave today." You beam broadly. "You please us both."
And then an idea forms in your eyes, "Come down, and show me how you can pleasure this magnificent beast further."
My mind raced! To pleasure a stallion! With his kick he could crush my bones. And Tallon's cock. As long and thick as a grown man's forearm! I turned back to my Master, unsteady.
"If you do not wish it, I will not require it of you."
Such kindness.
"Thank you Master". I turn back to Tallon. His dark thick cock hangs 10" limp. 4" think. I wonder would I dare. My silly indecisive head turns back to you. You seem amused at my quandary.
I rub my head against Tallon's flank, and run my hand across his back, and down, under his belly. I can't reach. I kneel on the grass under this huge beast.
With both hands I reach out and take hold of my beautiful horse's huge black cock. Tallon stirs, but you hold him steady. You stoop to watch me slowly stroke the massive cock with both hands. Its weight alone is surprising. I can feel it slowly stiffen. I bring it up to my mouth. Tallon's cock-head is nearly as big as my face. My mouth is dry with excitement. I lean forward, and press my tongue against the huge horse-cock. Behind me, I hear a soft moan. I know my Master is pleased.
Tallon's cock-head is a patch work of black and pink. It is dry as leather, and I, my heart racing with inner evil, have no spit in my dry mouth. My tongue presses against grooved skin as if running my tongue against tree bark. Still rubbing him with both hands, I turn to you.
"My mouth is dry, and so is his cock." I offer a thin smile of weak helplessness.
In one swift action, you undo your trousers and let them drop to your knees. You roll back your foreskin, and let loose a giant arch of piss, that thunders into the top of my chest and rivers down across my stiff nippled breasts. I take hold of your urinating cock and guide the steam into my greedy open mouth. Thrilled at you cleverness. I drink one, two, three gulps of your golden juice, and then I guide you streaming cock to piss over Tallon's monster cock. His dry leather skin turns gleaming jet black as your piss flows down the long length of the horse's penis, and equally flows across my arm that is still firmly wanking it.
"Oh my Emily" you moan happily. Doubly so when, you pee ending, I lean back and take your lightly urinating cock in my mouth, and fill up with your pee one last time. Not swallowing, I turn back and spit the golden liquid over Tallon cock and start to lick him off with all my tongue's might; wank him with all the strength in both arms. The cock is swollen to over two and a half feet long, perhaps 8" wide. I am focused solely on it. I use my teeth to nibble the folds in the cock-head's skin. Tallon responds but you continue to hold him steady.
I can't remember it actually happening. One moment I'm a slender blonde woman kneeling by the back legs of a gorgeous grey stallion - his erect penis in my arms, in my face. The next I'm crumpled on the grass underneath him, knocked totally off balance by the thundering gallons of horse urine that have pressure hosed from Tallon's massive cock.
To say I am wet is to say that a deep sea diver gets a bit damp. My long blonde hair is streaky black with wetness. My eyes are blinded. My nose and mouth drowning in horse urine. I cough and splutter to clear an air passage. Still blind, the thundering hose lifts from my face, and deliberately travels down my body. My little tits are flattened and my tummy sounds like a drum as the drenching passes along.
Suddenly I feel myself explode with uncontrolled animal pleasure as the powerful horse piss fountain shots into my cunt. My clitoris thrills to the rapid beats of high-pressure piss hosing. Without thought, I open my legs wider. I'm rewarded by the sharp sting of a crop striking my wet pussy. I raise my hips off the ground to offer my Master a better target.
My clever Master, who I now see (my eyes finally clearing) holding Tallon's pissing cock in one hand, and raising the crop for another strike in the other. You pick up the beat of the whipping action and I can't help but quickly start to climb the orgasm tree: The sting of the crop on my cunt and clit; the slap of hot horse urine drenching my groin; the smell of grass and horse; the sound of crop "wisssshing" through the air, the sound of beating water on my body; the sound of bird-song far away; the sound of my soft master's voice .... "cum, my slave, please me with your wanton lust, release yourself to orgasm".
It is just about the easiest command you have given. "Arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, arrragh, arrrgh" I writhe and wither. My first little death explodes across my body. I know straight away I can't take any more, but I'm still be struck by crop and horse piss. "oh oh oh no no oh no" I babble incoherently, as a second orgasm drains me into beautiful weakness.
And then all is quiet, except for the puffing of chests - yours and mine. My hand cups my warmly wounded mushy wet pussy, and softly arranges to cover my most sensitive parts. Normally I would just want to stay laying in the hot wet grass patch, glorying in the after glow. But I feel electric.
I stand, feeling the urine drain from all the cracks and nooks in my body. My hair dips wet. I look like I've just stepped out of the shower - and of course, I have. You, naked now, take me in your arms and kiss me deeply, tasting Tallon's wet gift from the inside of my mouth.
I step free, and return to kneel before my Tallon's still huge cock. I return to my horse cock devotion with new zeal, extra strength. Tallon becomes frisky as my tongue, and teeth, and stroking hands give him pleasure. With effort (and some small admiration for me) you hold him steady. You watch his nostrils flair, his ears set back, and his head whinnying and bucking as I pump his massive cock with my tired but determined arms. The first jet of horse jism laces my chin, neck and chest with heavy sticky cum. The others, sadly, go awry as we were both knocked down by Tallon's bucking body. Tallon blots into the wood, leaving me a mess on the ground, and you nursing a bumped behind.
You "walked" over to me on all fours, clambering on top, to embrace me for a long tender moment. You move to rise, only to find our chests semi-glued together with horse cum. We laugh, and sensing the playful note, Judas runs over to us, tail wagging.
Judas sniffs me long and hard: Chanel No.5, sweat, horse piss, horse cum -- my chest is a heady mixture for a sensitive nose. A long dog tongue snakes up the side of my breast and tickles my nipple as it laps up the horse cum. God it feels good. I slide a nail through the goo to find my other nipple, and start to pinch it, as Judas continues to lick the cum off my breast.
You return with your bag. As I lay on the warm grass, looking up at the sun between the trees, your dog slobbers over my body. You nimbly set to work on me. Above my head, you quickly bang two stakes into the ground, pull my arms above my head, and rope my wrists to the stakes. Two more stakes go into the ground near my ears. In one swift movement, you haul my legs back over my body and tie my splayed legs to the stakes. Bent back double, my cunt and arse are raised to the sky. Judas sniffs their heady odour as you firmly lubricate my arsehole.
I wince with excited pain as you gently pull apart my pussy lips, and attach two pegs to each. Then to my breasts, you peg each stiff nipple. You place a peg on the hood of my clit.
You call for Judas, and stand him over my face, his cock hanging over my mouth. You begin to masturbate your dog in my face, to make his erection grow. Judas stands proudly still, panting. His purple red cock emerges from its furry sheath.
"Take it" you command. I lift my head and close my lips around the dog-cock you guide into my mouth. You leave me sucking off your dog, and position yourself at my upturned backside. Your solid bone cock slides easily into my bum. Your easily powerful strokes fill me. You think to stoke my pegged chest with the cat, but realise that Judas would be distracted from the joy of having his 6" dog cock sucked by a beautiful slave girl. The pressure in your balls builds quickly, and you have to withdraw. You decide to let me taste horse, dog and man in one session. You lead a reluctant Judas, and guide him to mount me, helping insert his blood red dog cock into my silken pussy. Even before you have placed yourself over my head, your bone stiff cock dropped into my sucking mouth, Judas is pumping me with furious dog energy.
The dog fucks me well. His front claws drag across my tender skin just below my breasts. His tummy fur tickles my tummy. His hind legs pump my pussy remorselessly. But in all to short a couple of minutes, Judas dumps his dog seed into my wet vagina.
With difficulty Judas clambers off, lays in a ball beside me, and starts to lick the taste of my pussy off his cock.
My dog-fucked pussy burns with the heat of incompleteness. "Oh Master" I plead "Finish me off" (or sort of say, with your cock in my mouth). Happily, you stretched down across my wet sticky body, till your face is an inch above the inky gooey mess of my hot pussy. As I continue to suck your bone cock, you dip a finger into the pool dog cum leaking slowly from my vagina, and run it up the cleft of my pussy, to run round my sniff little clitty.
I bulk under the impact of your touch (nearly choking on your cock in the process). After two piss/whipped orgasms my clit is so super sensitive. But I am powerless to defend myself, and futilely strain at my bindings as your finger, and then your tongue, extract slow torture. I can't help the wave of orgasm wash up over my body as you eat my over sensitive pussy out.
You disregard my moaning mumbling cocked-mouth cries and continue to lick my dog-cum dressed pussy. You push two, three - Oh fuck! four fingers into my dog-cum lubricated vagina as your tongue paints slippy circles over my boiling clit. I come again, and again, and again! I have not respite from the multiple waves of pleasure.
My mind is gone. I am my pussy. I only exist as a reeling, withering, orgasmic wretch under your mastering tongue. I surrender all control of my body to each exhausting exhilarating climax. In surrender, unknowing, uncontrolled, I piss myself. My piss spray dances through the air as my body quivers and jerks in orgasmic spasm.
I piss into your upside down forehead and blind you. You desist you tongued onslaught on my clit, and stretching down a little further, clamp your open mouth over my streaming urethra. I quickly fill your mouth with my hot sweet urine, and it floods out of the corners of your mouth, to wash down clumps of dog cum off my pussy.
My mouth, on automatic, still sucking your cock like a good little slave fuck puppet. Is suddenly choked with a deluge of hot white cum, and my Master blesses me with his ultimate gift and empties his full balls into my mouth.
And then we are done. Relaxed from our orgasmic embrace, you almost slide off my wet sticky body. You sit beside my bond and pegged body for a moment. Panting, rubbing the piss out of your eyes, running the very special tastes around in your mouth, collecting your wits. Gently you release your slave, and I roll my stretched and abused body into a foetal ball snuggled in your arms. And in the warm sunshine, under a canopy of sweet bird-song, two lovers drift into happy arms of warm, exhausted sleep.