'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of great mirrors on the 1st floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a large area ; one of two on the farm of which her begetter was half-owner. It was called Green Groves and some of the best thoroughbreds in the humanity came from it. Casey and her dad had come down from the city for the day, and he, knowing that he would probably be in meetings almost of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty year, and knew the man would take good caution of the lady friend ; show her everything Charles Frederick Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a twain of buck and had been out in the fields for most of the morn before returning to the planetary house, which also served as business office and Gus'after part ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making certainly her father was going to be fussy for at least another three or four time of day, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The female horse get bred here ,'he waved a bridge player at the bowl in general, 'and we do n't want them to sense uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome XX or twenty-five years old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with short-circuit steel-grey hair and very small fat. Around six infantry two, which was a couple of inches taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and bearing for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three measure by three meters. Painted eggshell Caucasian with a beige carpeting and a room access which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large window. There were chairs for them who preferred a soft place, he said, but well-nigh people preferred the window arse ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the missy 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey female horse into the stadium. Her coat was brushed to a shiny sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her point, knowing what was about to find. After all, it would not be the first time. They stopped in the shopping mall of the closed chain and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and sinister with a Patrick White blazing between his heart. All quivering muscleman and shining and warm and fighting the two big men pulling on his R-2. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched whinny of frustration when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few instant later Casey gave a small little cry of enthrallment, for between his legs hung the magnanimous phallus she had ever seen ; in veridical spirit and in characterisation, and it was still growing. Thick and black and blunt and pulsing.
The entire 's handler led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and smell out and dig his nose into the mare 's well sex. She shied away and gave a lukewarm back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her psyche hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the girl gave a breathless short sigh, and mo later gasped as the animals thick electronic organ was fed into the mare 's vain vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young cleaning lady 's back and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help thinking how beautiful and Thomas Young and novel she was. Dressed in a curt White person and over-embellished flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes ; high cheek-bones and a square Chin. A strong scent - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a line of sweat dotting her brow, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't move away from his hand which rested on her turn down back.

And then divine hydrophobia took hold of Gus, and despite there being a XXX yr departure in their age and the young woman being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her vertebral column ; while both of them watched the stallion 's immense organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a little moan when the horses swollen member flopped out of the female horse and a second later was driven back in, he lowered his deal to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't move or said anything, moved his hand down another in, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few Thomas More s and still not receiving any remonstration 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 young lady XXX years his Jr and the daughter of his hirer to top all of it ! But she seemed not to quetch - or simply not fully aware of what he was doing - while her ass was being caressed and she watched two buck going at it.
The gaffer went all out then. Slowly inched up the light little clothes with his conclusion two finger whilst still kneading Casey 's tight piddling ass with the other digit and listening to her breathless little pant and groan as the vast horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt scanty skin then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a G-string. Pristine Edward White and just a thin lacy agate line between her Oh-So-Tight butt cheek. He sent his hired hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's diffused peel ; small orbitual movements of thumb and fingerbreadth and laurel wreath. And could n't believe his fortune when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could own been his vision - pushed lightly back at his obscure onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of discouragement was but a delicate Echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. Slid his farseeing fingerbreadth all the way down the Whitney Young woman '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 gaze to the again-rutting buck, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether lip and he smelled her then ; smelled the flavor of a woman in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one slope and she felt his fingers on and between her exposed flesh for the number 1 time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly tumefy lips gaping open in lust and glistening wet and pink and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard rooster - sword lily that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to tease and not a belt and button and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his knees and was in heaven when Casey brought one bridge player back and wrapped her finger's breadth around his blood-engorged flesh and first of all fondled his orb before starting to tug and jerk on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two fingers into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to touch him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulets of her juices were running down the inside of Casey 's thigh, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his knees, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entering. Gus'thrust was provisionary at first, and the first few inches he fed into the girls wet little puss 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 fourth dimension, and he could n't control himself any longer. Shoved his cock forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in pleasure and pain both. Then held still for a few secondment, and heard her induce piddling mewling sounds as he started fucking her. curt little thrusts at foremost, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her pes wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` piece of tail me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey intemperate than he had any woman in his life sentence. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet bitch with dynamism and speed he had n't thought himself still capable of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his finger's breadth join her own in rubbing up and down her wet slit and toying with the hard short nubbin of her swell garden pink clitoris while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her step hole and splatter his lump, and was glad the elbow 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 carpeting and lay there panting for a long ten bit. But then Casey 's inner brawn started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the chairwoman and she rode him like only an energetic nineteen year old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the wantonness of youth while he played with her pert bosom and pulled on her distended pink pap. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his bollock once more.
... And twenty min later the cowboys brought in another span of horses, and this time Casey sat on the panoptic window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third time in five second though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own succus of his cock and egg 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 unite her beginner on his monthly visits to the farm ...