Real Sex Stories – My Romp In The Stables!

Riding horses always makes me feel completely liberated, as soon as I pull on my riding boots, strap on my helmet and mount my horse, I can feel the wind in my hair and my tumble of thoughts evaporate. At last I can really and truly breathe, taking in the exhilaration of the rush as I gallop far into the murky green fields.

My horse is a beautiful ebony black, with beautiful shiny hair and a full mane of hair, I bought her a year ago and she is my pride and joy. As I lead her back to the stables, I spot Mikey, cleaning the stables, his muscles bulging under his white mucky T-shirt. He’s an Irish lad, around 18, way too young for me, a blonde, blue eyed alpha female of a woman of 34.

A Woman Of Means

I own my own property firm, an investment from a wealthy uncle coupled with my desire to succeed catapulted me into wealth and prosperity and planted me into a fast-paced world of Champagne cocktails, Louboutin shopping trips and luxury sports cars. I watch Mikey scrape the hay and muck as I shield the sun from my eyes. Handsome boy. He has intense blue eyes and dark hair, which flops irresistibly around his face.

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“Good morning, miss.” Mikey calls as he catches me staring. I compose myself, slightly embarrassed at being caught staring so indecently and strut with my horse into the stable. Mikey watches me walk, taking in how the beige jodhpurs hug tightly on my behind.

“You don’t look like you’re doing a good job, today Mikey. You’ve barely broke a sweat.” I tease. Mikey puts his fork down and leans on it a while, weighing up whether he should reply. I nod at the gathering sweat at his Tshirt, which has soaked through, exposing his chest.

He laughs, uneasily. “Oh, I see. Sarcasm. Is that a new brand of humour?” His blue eyes carry a glint of amusement in them.

We always have this little banter, and it’s quite entertaining. I absentmindedly stroke my horse’s ebony flank and eye Mikey mischievously.

“Don’t you have more shit to clean up today, Mikey?” I ask, my smirk growing. Mikey sighs and shakes his head feigning anger, but his smile betrays his pleasure over my teasing.

I feel my whip for the horses at my side and grip it, all of a sudden feeling a rush of empowerment surging through my veins. I wonder how much humiliation this boy can take.

“Undress my horse.” I demand. Mikey cocks his head, meeting my eyes, glowing with uneasiness. He stays still. “Did you not hear me?” I ask again. “Are you not paid to do these things?

A Good Ride

Mikey relents and begins to undress my horse, removing the saddle and reins, releasing my horse from her confinement. Something confined in me is also breaking free.

“I want you to do something else.” Mikey looks at me curiously.

“Miss?”

“Get on your knees and remove your clothes.” Mikey begins to laugh it off, but I hold out my whip. “Or do you want to get a whipping?”

Mikey takes his clothes off, removing his white Tshirt, exposing his perfect abs and muscle tone, covered with sweat. He removes his jeans next, and his boxers and gets on his knees as I have ordered. I come up beside him and reach over to whip his bare ass with my whip. He jumps at the pain, but clearly is enjoying it.

“You’re a naughty girl.” He breathes.

“Do you like that?” I ask teasingly. We are all alone in a stable in the middle of a field and I know it’s too early for the usual riders. I can do whatever I like to him. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.” I whisper. I watch as his cock grows with excitement. I begin to touch his cock, running my hands up and down.

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“Put your hands behind your back.” I say, pumping his cock faster. He is so turned on I can feel him almost wanting to come.

“Stop.” Mikey breathes, and I remember how young he is and smile, apologetically.

“Stop what?” I demand.

“Stop, Miss. Don’t make me come yet.”

“I’m just getting started.” I begin to remove my shirt, one button at a time, removing it completely and then taking off my bra, exposing my breasts.

“Kiss them.” I order. Mikey hungrily kisses and sucks my nipples, licks them as if his life depends on it.

“Do you like a good riding, Mikey?” I ask. Mikey nods furiously. I undress, ripping off my jodhpurs and lowering my pussy onto Mikeys face, he greets it with his toungue, licking over and over. Next, after he’s made me writhe in ecstasy, I mount him, pushing his cock deep into my pussy. He cries out in desire.

“Keep your hands behind your back.” I warn.

An Amazing Finish

Grinding into him, I begin to ride Mikey, moving my butt cheeks up and down on his cock, controlling the movement and allowing it to hit my G-spot. I moan in pleasure, and so does he. In a fit of pre-orgasm passion I grab Mikey’s face and bite into his lip, and he cries in similar passion, groaning and moaning as I ride him harder, picking up speed.

We moan simultaneously and I take my hand and slap him, this makes him erupt into an orgasm and I follow behind, we come together, crying loudly and kissing deeply then collapse onto the hay, sticky with sweat.

For a while, we lie there until Mikey speaks.

“You don’t pay me enough Miss, to do these things.” I laugh and push him.

“This is a one-off. I was just tutoring you so you know how to please a woman.” Mikey raises his brow quizzically.

“And, what can I say, the only thing I love more than riding is a good riding after a riding.”

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Bella joined the team in 2014 and has developed a fan base writing most of our our Erotic Stories. She also writes a lot of our "guides" from personal experience!
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