My stallion pranced as I rode him around the room, my bare pussy pressed against the small of his back, leaving an almond shaped wet spot. With my legs hooped around his waist, my heels bounced perilously close to his cock and flicked my crop at his ass. I giggled near his ear as I clung to his strong shoulders, bouncing with each step he took.
Out of breath and fully amused, I had him kneel so I could dismount. I threaded my fingers through his mane of hair and teased him with the handle of the crop. skimming it over his flank and toward his tail. His hole was tight and not recently used, so I put myself on my back beside him and wet the crop handle in my pussy, sliding it in and out with a wet sound and a musky scent to tease his senses, though my hand in his hair held his head straight and wouldn’t let him look.
With that pussy lubricated crop handle I pushed at his ass, forcing it into his tight little fuck-hole. He hunched his hips, trying to fuck the air as I poked at his prostate. It was an erotice sight, that huge cock bobbing below him. I indulged myself, pressing against his hip as I fucked him with my crop. My pussy burned as I humped against him.
He’s a cheeky thing, my pony-boy stallion. I always have to rein him in, constantly reminding him who is Mistress, as he comes to me calling me “baby.” But I’m amused by his spirit and don’t wish to break him completely. So it’s a matter of giving him the carrot as well as the stick.
With the stick planted firmly in his ass, I put the carrot of my pussy in front of his nose, to nuzzle and get my scent as I stroked his hair. He nosed at my slit, and asked with piteous humility to please be allowed to taste.
My thighs parted and he was able to swipe at my clit with his tongue, pulling a hiss from my mouth. I held his face and ground against his mouth and moving tongue. His whimpers and pleas for more made my cunt even hotter. By the time he was begging to fuck me, I was frantic in my own right. I pulled him on to me, pulling his head by the hair until he was over me. I hooked my ankles around his back and forced his hips forward, impaling myself on him.
With animal heat, I clawed at his back and ass, my teeth at his shoulder as I ordered him to fuck. It took very few thrusts forward before my orgasm was rolling over his cock in waves, milking him. My pussy alternately sucked him in and pushed him out as I came with violent intensity.
It’s bad of me to indulge him to such an extent, I know. It only encourages him to remain spirited. But I’d rather ride a stallion than a bunny any day.
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