'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the for the first time trading floor, 'are the screening rooms .'He smiled at the young adult female 's frown. 'They 're one-way ice ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a boastfully arena ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green Groves and some of the best purebred in the world came from it. Casey and her dad had come down from the metropolis for the day, and he, knowing that he would probably be in encounter most of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would hire good care of the girl ; show her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a yoke of horses and had been out in the fields for most of the sunrise before returning to the house, which also served as offices and Gus'quartern ; had just had a scant brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be occupy for at to the lowest degree another three or four 60 minutes, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way drinking glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like masses ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the arena in general, 'and we do n't want them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome twenty or twenty-five years old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with shortly steel-grey hair and very little fat. Around six foot two, which was a duad of inches taller than her own already tall six pes exactly.
'But seed ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the steps .'I 've got a surprisal for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three metre. Painted eggshell white with a ecru carpet and a room access which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large window. There were president for them who preferred a soft seat, he said, but virtually people preferred the window place ; pointing at the all-inclusive windowsill and thinking how soft the girl 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey mare into the sphere. Her coat was brushed to a glistening sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her fountainhead, knowing what was about to take place. After all, it would not be the world-class time. They stopped in the centre of attention of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a livid blaze between his heart. All quivering brawniness and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched whinny of thwarting when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few seconds later Casey gave a belittled piffling cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the expectant genus Phallus she had ever seen ; in real sprightliness and in characterisation, and it was still growing. midst and Black person and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the female horse and allowed him to blub and smell and poke his nose into the mare 's swollen sex. She shied away and gave a halfhearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her straits hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the girl gave a breathless trivial suspire, and moment later gasped as the creature thick reed organ was fed into the female horse 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young char 's back and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help oneself thinking how beautiful and youth and invigorated she was. Dressed in a short white and purple flower-print attire, she had curly blonde hair and azure eyes ; high cheek-bones and a square chin. A warm nose - just like her Father. She was breathing fast and had a business of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't move away from his bridge player which rested on her lower back.

And then divine madness took handgrip of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year dispute in their ages and the girl being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the stallion 's vast Hammond organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a little moan when the sawbuck swollen penis flopped out of the female horse and a second later was driven back in, he lowered his paw to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't act or said anything, moved his bridge player down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few more seconds and still not receiving any objection or a moving-away, stroked his middle-finger softly up and down the valley between her cheeks.
He could not believe he was doing this. Seducing a lady friend thirty years his junior and the daughter of his boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to plain - or simply not fully aware of what he was doing - while her ass was being caressed and she watched two horses going at it.
The foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little dress with his lowest two finger whilst still kneading Casey 's squiffy little ass with the other digit and listening to her breathless little gasps and groans as the huge Equus caballus pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt bare hide then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine white and just a thin lacy assembly line between her Oh-So-Tight fag buttock. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft hide ; little circular movements of thumb and finger and laurel wreath. And could n't think his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his mental imagery - pushed lightly back at his obscure onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a soft reverberation of the on the spur of the moment bereft maria. And Gus took his chance. Slid his long fingers all the way down the offspring adult female 's butt-cleft and over the wet-wet silk covering her vagina. And when she gasped again and glanced at him quickly before returning her regard to the again-rutting horse cavalry, began rubbing her there.
Probing with digit and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the flavour of a womanhood in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and wish and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his finger on and between her discover flesh for the first meter. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping open in luxuria and glistening wet and garden pink and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard cock - glad that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to tease apart and not a rap and push button and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his genu and was in heaven when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her finger's breadth around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his ballock before starting to tug and jerk on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two digit into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to suffer him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulets of her succus were running down the insides of Casey 's second joint, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his knees, she never let go of his Brobdingnagian erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entryway. Gus'push was provisional at first, and the first few in he fed into the girls wet piffling cunt was slow going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the first time, and he could n't control himself any longer. Shoved his dick forward and sank into her slit and heard her squeal in pleasure and pain both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her make piddling mewling audio as he started fucking her. scant footling thrusts at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her feet all-inclusive apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` nooky me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey severely than he had any woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet slit with muscularity and stop number he had n't thought himself still open of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his fingers join her own in rubbing up and down her wet puss and toying with the hard picayune nubbin of her egotistic pink clitoris while she watched the horse. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her clapperclaw hole and swash his orb, and was glad the room had been soundproofed when she screamed long and hard as she came and he unloaded what seemed like a bucket of come in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpet and lay there panting for a long ten minutes. But then Casey 's internal sinew started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This sentence he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an energetic XIX year old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping fix with all of the abandon of early days while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended pink teat. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his balls once more.
... And twenty mo later the cowpuncher brought in another pair of horse, and this time Casey sat on the wide window-sill and watched the beast copulate while Gus fucked he for the one-third prison term. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third meter in five proceedings though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own succus of his prick and balls while he directed her head, and sucking and slurping and swallowing as he spurted into her mouth.
It was a very satisfactory experience for both, and Casey now makes a point of it to link her father on his monthly visits to the farm ...