The Horse

For the first time she was alone in the stables.

She made her way to Baron's stall, the black 16 hand stallion, spoke softly to him and entered, closing and latching the stall door behind her. She'd purposefully put a mare in heat in the stall next to Baron and would move the mare back to her own stall before she left. Baron was unsettled from the scent of the mare. She ran her hands down Baron's velvety muzzle, then his breast and flanks, feeling the solid slabs of muscles, the smooth perfection of his body. The smells of straw and feed and horse surrounded her. She pressed her body against his and checked in with herself; Was she really going to finally do this? She felt the deep tug in her sex and knew the answer.

Kneeling in the straw, she reached under him and stroked his still sheathed cock and felt the thrill at how quickly the streaked black and pink shaft emerged, tipped with the rough mushroom head, and so very long and firming in her hands. As she squeezed and stroked his cock she imagined what it would be like to have him thrusting between her thighs, his huge cock ramming inside her, bruising her deep - she'd seen stallions mate and it always sent chills up her spine. No, no mating for her. Not yet at least. Today it was to be her mouth, something she could control. Something she'd wanted to do for years.

She lifted his cock to her mouth and licked around the head, always stroking his length. She heard his deep whinny and his tail flicked and brushed against her head. Holding his cock firm, she opened her mouth wide and pressed herself forward finding she had to force the wide head into her mouth, her lips sealing on the shaft, the thick head completely filling her mouth. She sucked and worked her tongue and Baron adjusted his stance, his instinct to thrust no doubt there but without a mare to mount he just stood.

She wondered if she was Baron's first human girl.

His cock grew firmer as she gripped its long shaft and pumped it toward her mouth. She felt it quiver in her mouth as he jetted his first load of pre-cum over her tongue. It was watery and bitter and gagged her. She pulled her mouth off his cock head and lowered her head, letting the pre-cum and her own drool run from her lips to the straw between her knees. He stomach rolled and she gagged, the muscles under her tongue and around her jaw tingling as she forced herself not to vomit. That she was feeling such a strong reaction to his pre-cum excited her, she felt her belly quiver. Drool washed most of the bitterness from her mouth and she raised her head, taking him in once more.

She stroked and squeezed and sucked and was rewarded by another pulse of pre-cum. Still just as bitter, she forced herself to keep it in her mouth, still sucking, still working his cock. She gagged, her tummy heaving and her mouth opening involuntarily, pre-cum and drool flowing over her chin down her throat to wet the bib of her work shirt.

She could feel his tension and he whinnied once more and his hind hooves clattered in the stall as he moved restlessly. She sensed he would cum soon, so she forced her mouth open and pressed up with her tongue, pushing the drool and pre-cum out over her chin. She felt it slithering down her chest inside her shirt and some dripping onto her jeans where her thighs met her hips.

She worked him now firmly, quickly, wanting his orgasm, tightening her lips around his cock, firming up the seal to keep his head inside her mouth. Suckling his cock, smelling him, feeling him moving, herself feeling dizzy and overly excited as she panted through her nose - her face flushed, her nipples puckered and tight against her bra, her crotch moist and hot. Without warning his cum burst into her mouth spraying the back of her throat, filling her mouth in less than a heartbeat - it made her shudder. She heard the wet sound as the thick white semen spurted past the seal her lips made around his cock. This was real cum and was not as bitter - it was salty, thick, and tasted faintly of corn. She moaned and swallowed, feeling it slide down her throat like the uncooked white of an egg and was rewarded with another burst of cum in her mouth. She moaned again, coughed, choked, and swallowed, working his cock, sucking the last few spurts as he whinnied and shook himself. She stayed with him until his cock lost its firmness, and began to pull back into its sheath.

Still kneeling, she leaned back against the stall side and wiped the slime from her chin and neck with her hand and caught her breath, unaware that she'd been panting until now.

At last rising, she ran her hand down Baron's flanks and stroked his muzzle as she let herself out of his stall.