“Miss Sophie, please…” the blonde handmaiden pleaded with a whimper, her pretty blue eyes misting with tears as her face blushed with an all-to-familiar sense of shame. The light of dawn poured through the open curtains, painting Sophie’s skin in golden highlights as she sat naked on the edge of the bed.
The cute redhead rolled her eyes in annoyance at the petite servant girl kneeling on the floor between her legs. All anyone ever did was complain. Sophie reached down and gently placed two fingers under Heidi’s downcast chin, drawing her attention upward until their eyes met in a meaningful gaze. “Heidi, I thought you were my friend,” Sophie replied, a wounded tone to her voice, “You’re not just my servant are you? Servants can be easily replaced, you know. It would be better if you were my friend, yes?”
Heidi sobbed, wiped the tears from her eyes, then reluctantly nodded. “Good!” Sophie chirped, happy the matter was resolved. She scooted closer to the edge of the bed, luxurious silk sheets rubbing softly on her naked rump cheeks. Heidi sobbed again, wiped her tears, but obediently leaned forward, nuzzling between Sophie’s open thighs. Heidi reached up with delicate fingers and brushed her blonde curls back as she closed her eyes. Her soft, full lips parted as the scent of Sophie’s juicy cunt wafted. With a shudder, the servant girl pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Sophie’s glistening wet pussy.
Sophie sighed, squirming as Heidi’s soft lips formed a fleshy seal over her plump little vaginal mound. The redhead sighed, slowly running her fingers through Heidi’s blonde tresses. Then her fingers progressed to the back of Heidi’s head and pulled her in tight. The blonde girl quickly inhaled deeply, her last chance for a breath before her nose pressed up firmly against Sophie’s cunt. The fleshy little nub of Sophie’s erect clit tickled the base of Heidi’s nose as her nostrils sealed up tight against the ruffled flesh of Sophie’s silky cunt.
Sophie wriggled her ass as she took a deep breath, sighing with contentment as she willed her bladder to relax. Frothing golden fluid jetted in a powerful stream from her twat, straight into Heidi’s waiting mouth. Heidi bucked, groaning with revulsion. Sophie’s firm grip on the back of her head allowed the servant girl no escape. Heidi’s cheeks swelled as Sophie’s steaming piss filled her mouth. Desperately the girl swallowed, choking it down. Overflow spilled from her lips, streaming down her chin, forming a darkening stain on the top of her low-cut bodice. The girl shivered in response as the warm fluid soaked in, the tepid sensation spreading to the creamy skin of her generous breasts. The girl’s nipples swelled in an unwanted, embarrassing response.
The golden cascade continued to gush and Heidi obediently sucked it down, her throat working frantically as she repeatedly swallowed. Her face began to redden as her oxygen depleted. Her hands flailed, finding purchase on Sophie’s naked thighs, struggling to push back and lift her face off that gushing vaginal gash. Sophie’s arms quivered with strain, her grip tight on the back of Heidi’s head as the last trickles of savory girl piss squirted into the servant girl’s open mouth.
Sophie relaxed her grip. Heidi thrashed in a panic and pushed away, her chest desperately heaving for a breath. Air and piss mixed on the way down as she gasped in a choking, coughing fit. Sophie sat on the bed, her pretty lips curled in a bemused smile at the servant girl’s state of distress.
“All better?” Sophie inquired casually as the last of Heidi’s coughing spasms tapered off. Heidi looked up teary-eyed and dutifully nodded, wiping the back of her hand across her pouty lips, mostly ineffective at cleaning away a glistening wet smear of spit, piss, and vaginal juices. Instinctively, her tongue flicked out, traversing the perimeter of lips. Bravely, she forced a smile.
With a girlish giggle, Sophie collapsed back onto the bed, drawing up her knees and spreading her thighs in an open invitation. Tears of shame once again welled up in Heidi’s eyes as she looked up from her kneeling position and saw the redhead’s exposed little rectal pucker pulse back and forth in giddy anticipation. Heidi swallowed, the bitter taste of piss, humiliation, and anger forming a lump in her throat. Sophie writhed expectantly. Heidi whimpered and steeled herself for the next task.
The German girl leaned in and favored Sophie’s tight rectal gateway with an indecent kiss. The redhead sighed and squirmed. Heidi’s tongue flicked out, licking, probing. The snug little shitter put up a token show of resistance. But, as always, determined probing by Heidi’s talented tongue was rewarded with an excited shudder of that fleshy puckered orifice. Sophie groaned, fingers clutching the bed sheets on either side of her body as she arched her back, muscles tensed. “Do it…” Sophie hissed.
Heidi’s tongue plunged into the taut ring of Sophie’s shitter, teasing the soft, fleshy rim before wriggling deeper. Sophie moaned in lustful appreciation. “Such a nasty little whore you are,” she sighed. Tears once again blossomed in Heidi’s eyes as she subserviently nodded, feeling her tongue drawn deeper into the clutching embrace of Sophie’s anus. The tight steamy anal fuck tunnel began to tremble, a prelude to the redhead’s building orgasm. Heidi slipped her hands under Sophie’s naked ass cheeks, obtaining a firm grip in anticipation. From experience, the servant girl knew that when Sophie finally cut loose, she was an energetic squirmer, and did not take kindly to Heidi’s tongue slipping out of her insatiable asshole before the deed was fully done. Her fingers tightened her grip on Sophie’s firm rump cheeks and she plowed her wriggling tongue in deep as the redhead’s trim hips began to buck…
… Feeling relaxed and refreshed after a bath, Sophie rose from the tub, water dripping, eyes closed as she wrung the water from her drenched red hair. “Heidi, towel…” she demanded in a peevish tone. No towel was forthcoming. “Heidi!” she snapped, opening her eyes to look around for the disrespectful servant girl. Perplexed, she found her quarters empty. “HEIDI!” she bellowed, displaying an impressive set of lungs for such a lithe figure. Still the handmaiden was nowhere to be seen. Sophie muttered profanely under her breath, already envisioning how the blonde girl’s firm ass cheeks would flex and quiver ever so delightfully under a well deserved flogging.
Her rage building, Sophie found a towel and dressed herself, seething at the indignity of the situation. She flung open to the heavy door to her chambers, encountering a small servant boy struggling by with an armload of firewood. “Where is Heidi?” Sophie screeched. Half the firewood tumbled from the boy’s arms as his mouth worked open and closed in silent fear. “Well?” the redhead demanded with a penetrating glare.
“She… ah… she’s…” stammered the young fellow, trembling.
“Spit it out!” Sophie demanded shrilly.
“She… Heidi… She’s left, Miss Sophie,” the boy finally managed to articulate, bracing himself for the storm of wrath that was sure to follow.
“Left? She’s left?” Sophie replied in a deadly ominous whisper. The lad gulped and nodded, reaching to pick up the scattered logs and kindling as he balanced the remaining heavy load in his arms. “Half an hour ago, maybe. Packed a bag, talked to the Baron, and walked out, she did.”
Sophie glared, incredulous. The boy paled under the unwavering visual assault. “We’ll see about THAT!” the fiery redhead promised. The boy prudently stepped aside. Sophie marched by, stumbling on an errant piece of firewood. In a fit, she kicked the stout log, sending it spinning as waves of pain jolted through her stubbed and throbbing toe. “FUCK! Fuck a goddamn skanky duck!” she spit as she surged on by like an unstoppable redheaded force of nature.
Naked feet slapped on the polished Italian marble floor as Sophie stormed down the massive staircase to the stately mansion’s lower level. Determined strides took her out across the courtyard, back inside, down a long hallway, then left through an open doorway. An elderly clerk looked up from his desk at the approaching sound of bare soles on smooth stone. “Ah, Miss Sophie, I’m afraid the Baron… your father, he is currently with someone,” he warned, rising from his desk as he moved to intercept the seething redhead. “Perhaps later would be…”
“Suck a bag of gopher dicks,” Sophie casually suggested, brushing past the frail old man. She yanked open the heavy door to father’s large office and indignantly marched inside.
The heavyset baron looked up from his desk as his daughter blew into his office like a gale force wind. A girl sat in a chair in front of the desk, her existence completely beneath Sophie’s concern or notice. “Heidi has left?” She demanded of her father, hands on her hips and an aggressive set to her jaw.
“She has,” the baron confirmed calmly, lacing his fingers together as he placed his hands on the desk.
“She… She can’t just leave!” She’s my servant!” Sophie exclaimed, indignant.
“And yet… she has,” the baron repeated.
“I want her punished!” Sophie demanded, stomping her foot as her voice raised an octave.
“Actually, I have sent her on her way with my highest letter of recommendation, my apologies, and a handsome severance payment, just as I have done for so many of your prior servants, my dear,” the baron explained, his expression darkening. “If we are lucky, we will not receive a visit from the constables, once again threatening to press charges. I have warned you many a times, you cannot abuse your servants as shamefully as you do. It is a wonder Heidi remained with us as long as she did.”
“Abuse?” What did she say? She is lying, of course,” Sophie sputtered.
A pained look crossed the baron’s face. “If only half of her complaints are shadow of the truth…” he warned. Sophie glared, foot tapping impatiently.
“She says you peed in her mouth, just this morning, and then with her tongue…”
“Lies,” Sophie sniffed, finding a ragged corner of a fingernail in need of chewing.
“The week before, you forced an apple up her butt…”
“A clumsy accident,” Sophie assured him. “She slipped and fell in the kitchen. The girl has all the grace of a drunken barnyard beast.”
“Speaking of barnyard beast,” the baron continued. “Did you in fact tie her naked over a fence and let a pair of goats…” he tapered off, raising his hand as Sophie took a breath to respond. “No. Stop. Say nothing. I do not even wish to know.”
“She absolutely deserved that,” Sophie muttered under her breath. “She was late with my lunch that day…”
“Regardless…” the baron continued. “Heidi has had her fill. She tendered her resignation to me this morning. She is gone, with my best wishes.”
“But… but… Heidi was my friend,” Sophie whined. “How could she do this to me?”
The baron reclined in his chair, his intense stare seeming to burn into Sophie’s soul. “You have no friends,” he replied sadly. “You have only victims scattered along a smoldering trail of destruction.”
Sophie huffed, folding her arms across her inconsequential chest and returning a pouty look. “So what am I supposed to do? I am the daughter of a baron. I must have a servant girl.”
The baron paused, then sighed and gestured in the direction of the dark haired girl in the office chair. “Against my better judgment, I will try once more. I have hired Maria here as your handmaiden. She applied this morning as a kitchen wench, but in light of Heidi’s abrupt departure, I have offered her the position as your servant. Mind you, after she overheard Heidi’s tales of woe, she rightfully demanded double the normal salary.
“Triple, now,” Maria renegotiated firmly from her chair.
The baron looked at her, scowling. “Because of the incident with the goats?” he inquired with a pained look. Maria nodded. The baron issued an exhausted sigh, pausing to polish a spot off his spectacles. “Done,” he agreed in a defeated tone.
Sophie turned an appraising look to the girl in the chair. She seemed to be of Spanish origin, small framed and pretty, with tresses of shimmering black hair and deep brown eyes. Maria met Sophie’s commanding look with an unwavering gaze in return.
“Perhaps — if you treat her with respect — Maria could be your friend, instead of just another servant eager to make a hasty departure,” the baron suggested kindly.
“Fine, whatever,” Sophie responded, whirling on her heels and stalking out of the large office.
“It appears your job begins now,” the Baron offered, pointing a finger in the direction of his departing daughter. I wish you the best of luck, but I fear she may be a lost cause. She is truly a reprehensible little demon.”
Maria rose to follow after Sophie. “You are her last chance,” the baron added. Maria stopped and turned to face him. “Word has spread too far and wide of my daughter’s spoiled antics. No one will agree to work for her. So I thank you for your help. Know that you have my full backing in whatever you do with her. Be her friend — if you can. But any discipline, any form of punishment to teach her some humility… you have my blessing to do entirely as you please.”
“I’m sure we’ll get along just fine,” she assured him with a confident smile. Then she turned and hurried after Sophie.
Betting pools quickly arose, with the servant staff wagering enthusiastically on the duration Maria’s stay. Guesses ranged from mere hours to more optimistic estimates measured in days. Yet days passed, growing to a fortnight, and still the pretty Spanish girl held her ground. Heated shouts and the crashing of flung pottery were often heard behind Sophie’s closed chamber doors. But to everyone’s surprise, hints of a friendship between the two girls began to sprout. Soon they were seen laughing together as they became inseparable.
Grumbles abounded amongst the staff as Doris, the elderly head cook, collected her departure pool winnings as Maria’s stay extended passed a dozen days. There were some disgruntled whisperings of “witch” at her uncanny prognostication skills, but mostly this was deemed to be sour grapes by the pool losers and was quickly forgotten.
By the time three weeks has come and gone, even the most resentful of the staff began to admit there was a change in Sophie. Still a little spitfire to be reconned with, the redhead’s signature hostility and vindictive nature had softened a tad around the edges. Grudging admissions were made that on a good day, the baron’s spiteful daughter could be deemed as marginally tolerable. An underlying fear began to arise as to what wrath might be forthcoming should Maria ever leave. So the Spanish girl was welcomed with open arms by the appreciative household staff, quickly accepting the newcomer in as one of their own.
It was on the one month anniversary of Maria’s arrival that things took an eventful turn. After dinner, the girls retired to Sophie’s chambers. Perhaps a bit too much wine had been consumed with the meal. Another bottle or three had been downed since. Judgment began to cloud, and polite discretions were abandoned as the social barriers between the baron’s daughter and her alluring handmaiden began to blur.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Sophie inquired, an intoxicated slur to her voice as she looked up from her steaming bath.
Maria took an unladylike swig from the wine bottle and wiped her lips with her hand, giving the petite redhead an appraising once-over. She shrugged, feigning indifference. “Pretty enough,” she allowed, “but kind of scrawny. Perhaps someday you may yet beguile a gullible man to marry you.”
“I don’t want a man,” Sophie giggled as she reclined in the bath, extending a soapy leg from the tub and pointing her dainty toes at the Spanish girl. “I want you. Come, join me.” Maria hesitated. “That’s an order, servant girl,” the redhead insisted sternly.
Maria set the wine bottle aside and confidently stepped into the tub, standing over the seated redhead. “I may be your servant, but I am not your whore. You require a lesson in humility, Miss Sophie.”
Sophie shrieked with laughter. “I don’t do well with lessons. Ask my tutors. And besides, you’ll get your dress all wet!” she protested. Maria appeared unconcerned. With fingers clumsy from the wine, she fumbled with the lacing on her bodice, finally loosening the tie. With a saucy wriggle of her hips she let the garment slip down her body, bunching up around her legs as it slowly sank beneath the bathtub foam. She stepped forward, straddling Sophie’s chest. The redhead looked up at her, eyes wide with anticipation as she gazed up at the tantalizing V at the top of Maria’s naked thighs as if in a trance.
Maria’s hand traced down over her firm tummy, then lower, to her naked loins. Fingers spread the fleshy lips of her plump pussy, revealing the pink, moist folds within. A dribble of golden fluid leaked, offering scant warning of the powerful torrent of girl piss that immediately followed. Sophie flinched in shock as a splattering deluge of hot pee cascaded down onto her naked tits. She gasped, then arched her back, offering up her petite breasts to the cascade. Nipples perked to instant attention, throbbing as the downpour continued.
Maria rolled her hips upward, directing the powerful stream higher. Sophie mewled in a combination of revulsion and excitement as the jet of piss hosed down on her face. She opened lips, letting her mouth fill with the golden fluid. The redhead swallowed, savoring the bitter, humiliating sensation, then parted her pouty lips for more. Maria’s bladder finally emptied. The forceful gusher of girl urine faltered, tapering off to erratic squirts. Sophie looked up, face and hair completely drenched. “You’ll pay for that!” she promised with a lecherous grin.
Sophie rose from the bath, dripping suds as Maria backed away, laughing. The naked girls embraced in a hungry kiss, tongues dueling as naked, soapy skin slithered and rubbed enticingly. Sophie’s tiny tits pressed into Maria’s larger, rounded breasts, rigid nipples rubbing sensuously in erotic circles. Exploring fingers urgently skimmed over slippery, naked bodies, probing, caressing, delving into every crack and crevice. Maria pushed Sophie towards the bed. The girls collapsed, moaning and giggling as their legs scissored, cunts pressed firmly together in an obscene vaginal kiss. “I want to fuck you,” Maria breathed, pressing her soft lips to Sophie’s ear, nibbling, then extending her pointed tongue. Sophie squealed and nodded her permission, panting with expectation. Her fingernails raked diagonally down across Maria’s naked back, raising welts.
Maria forced her hand between their gyrating loins, fingers spreading Sophie’s eager cunt. Notions of gentle foreplay were abandoned. Animalistic passion took control. Sophie grunted, hips bucking as Maria drove two stiffened fingers into the redhead’s tight little snatch. A fleshy barrier barred her way, but with a forceful shove, the digits fucked in full depth. Vaginal folds of flesh quivered, clutching down with a loving embrace on those wriggling digits. Sophie gasped, eyes wide in shock, then mewled with pleasure, hips grinding in a lustful dance as her virgin pussy was put to plunder.
Maria drew back, then added two more fingers, pressed together at the tips. Sophie’s tight, wet cunt lips strained, then stretched to accommodate the four-finger fuck to the second knuckles. Maria gazed lovingly into Sophie’s eyes as she used her other hand to forcefully hold her down on the bed, offering no escape. But escape was the last thing on Sophie’s mind. She lifted her legs, wrapping shapely calves around Marie’s lower back and crossing her ankles in a firm embrace.
“You want my fist in your nasty little cunt, you slut?” Maria hissed.
Sophie writhed sensuously on her back, clutching fingers tangling in the silky sheets, batting her eyelids in a flirting motion. Intoxication banished any concerns that an entire fist might not actually fit into a tight little virgin pussy. “Do it… please,” she begged in a whisper.
Maria smiled. She pulled back, leaving only the tips of her four fingers embedded in the gateway to Sophie’s quivering fuck slot. She tucked her thumb alongside her fingers and pushed. The redhead groaned, arching her back as her pussy stretched. A look of uncertainty crossed her pretty face as she chewed her lower lip in apprehension. She cried out as the widest part of Maria’s fist jammed up tight in the resisting lips of her aching cunt. Realization broke through the alcoholic fog. Surely there was no way her tiny twat could stretch enough to take an entire fist!
Maria’s arm quivered, muscles tense. Tears welled up in Sophie’s eyes as sensations of pain and failure grew. Then she set her lower jaw in steely determination and bucked her hips. “Ugh!” she grunted, feeling her vaginal portal flare. She thrust again as Maria forced her hand down in earnest. “UGH! Oh God!” Sophie moaned, feeling her vision begin to grey out at the edges. Panting, she tensed the muscles in her legs and tummy and bucked up hard. Pain flared red across her vision for an instant. Then both girls issued a mutual grunt of satisfaction as Maria’s hand punched wetly into Sophie’s twat.
Sophie shrieked, squirming energetically. Maria licked her lips, breathing hard. The redhead’s juicy little snatch closed down tight, clutching a fleshy embrace around the dark haired girl’s wrist. “Is… Is it in?” Sophie breathed in a strained voice, not daring to believe it.
Maria nodded, eyes wide. A hush of calm settled over the room. Maria’s gently curled the fingers of her embedded hand, balling up a fist. Sophie purred at the sensation. Both girls dared not move, giving that tight, straining snatch time to stretch to the immense invasion. Then, slowly, Maria rotated her arm clockwise. Sophie went slack-jawed in response, eyes rolling back in her head as the twisting fist in the twat stirred lustful trembles of delight. Maria reversed direction, wrenching counterclockwise. She opened her fingers, straining against the tight grip of Sophie’s pussy, stretching and exploring. Then she drew her fingers once more into a fist and pushed. Sophie’s cunt lips folded inward, dragged by the skin friction of Maria’s slowly surging arm. Her wrist disappeared from view as two inches of her girlish forearm eased into Sophie’s accommodating fuck slot.
Trickles of vaginal fluid seeped from the imperfect fleshy seal of the redhead’s cunt lips around Maria’s arm, providing helpful lubrication. The Spanish girl pulled back. Ruffled cunt lips unfurled as a few inches of forearm pulled out to the wrist. Sophie’s pussy bulged as Maria’s fist retreated to press against the gateway of her twat from within. The vaginal mound bulged around the bulk of the fist, then clenched down tight in a resistive effort to maintain its grip on that heavenly insertion.
Maria pressed forward, more insistently this time. A wet slurp arose as the fist plowed deep into virgin realms of Sophie’s cunt. The redhead sighed and rolled her hips, naked tits and rump cheeks jiggling delightfully in response. The fist surge inward, reaching the limits of Sophie’s vaginal cavern. Once again fingers flexed and unfolded, exploring.
A small opening beckoned and Maria’s middle finger probed. The tight tunnel of Sophie’s cervix dilated to allow entry. Like the proverbial camel’s nose into the tent, Maria pressed her advantage. A second finger was added, then a third. The snug fleshy passageway proved remarkably cooperative. It stretched further as the fourth finger relentlessly joined the effort, followed by the thumb. A look of panic surged across Sophie’s expression and Maria paused, watching with concern. But then the redhead smiled as a wave of calm washed over her. She nodded and writhed in obvious enthusiasm that the perverse fist fucking should venture into unexplored depths.
Maria stuck her tongue of her lips in concentration, pressing her arm forward. Another obscene slurping sound arose and her arm surged deeper. Wet twat lips shuddered, clenching down as the forward motion ground to a halt. Maria glanced down, assessing the progress. All but two inches of her forearm were buried in the lustful embrace of Sophie’s greedy pussy. A final, determined push pressed it home, her elbow snugged up tight against the redhead’s vaginal lips and her gently twisting fist buried deep in the girl’s quivering womb.
Slowly Maria withdrew, a wet squelch accompanying a surge of vaginal juices oozing from Sophie’s silky snatch. Carefully she pressed back in. The redhead sobbed, lustful tremors building in her thighs and tummy. “Wouldn’t your father, the Baron, be proud of his little girl right now?” Maria inquired.
Sophie bucked, her orgasm erupting at the profane suggestion. Maria’s firm hand on her chest could barely restrain the squealing girl as she thrashed. A rapid series of grunts escaped her slack lips as she violently bucked her hips, impaling herself on Maria’s thrusting fist and forearm. The Spanish girl drove in deep, cycling like a fleshy piston, each wanton thrust spurring the redhead’s orgasmic fit spiraling to higher levels. Firm tummy muscles rippled as the pleasure-driven spasms spread. Creamy thighs clenched, and locked ankles pulled tight against Maria’s lower back. Again and again the Spanish girl thrust her fist in deep, pleasuring the insatiable redhead as the girl howled with mindless lust.
The passionate reaction drove Maria over the edge. Pulling her hand back off Sophie’s naked chest, she put those freed up digits to good use. Fingers found and pinched her clit, then rubbed frantically up and down on her puffed pussy lips. Her hips twitched and her orgasm erupted. She squealed with girlish delight and a jet of female ejaculation sprayed from her cunt, drenching the thrashing redhead underneath her. Maria’s hips bucked and she came again, fingers digging into the depths of her quivering cunt as repeated convulsions racked her body.
Finally Sophie collapsed back onto the bed, tense muscles falling slack. Her face red with exertion, she panted like a dog, desperate to catch her breath. With a long, forceful tug, Maria extracted her buried arm and fist from the girl’s reamed out pussy, triggering a series of post-orgasmic shudders. Then Maria collapsed on the bed next to Sophie, both girls breaking into a fit of carefree laughter. They caressed, fingers lovingly tracing lips and breasts as their heartbeats eventually resumed a normal rhythm. Understandably exhausted from the delightfully rough fucking, Sophie dropped off to sleep.
Maria looked at the dozing redhead with a loving gaze. A confident smile formed on her face. Surely the humiliation of getting her face pissed on and a savage fist fucking up her cunt had served to instill a sense of subservience to the spicy redhead. Feeling self-assured that any lingering problems with Sophie were now safely in the past, Maria also fell into a slumber, entwined in her lover’s arms…
…The chimes of the downstairs clock struck twelve, ringing in the midnight hour with signature clarity. Sophie’s eyes fluttered at the sound as sleep slipped from her grasp. Carefully she untangled herself from Maria’s naked arms and legs and extracted herself from the rumpled bed sheets. The servant girl murmured in her sleep and rolled over onto her back, never waking.
A sense of wonder dominated Sophie’s thoughts, savoring the incredibly fulfilling memory of her torrid adventure. Imagine — an entire fist and forearm stuffed into her pussy! Who would have thought such a thing was possible? She glanced down, fingers exploring, expecting to find a wrecked cavern of her cunt. But the resilient flesh of her sweet pussy had snugged back up, leaving only a tight little slit in which her dabbling fingers could linger. A smile crossed her lips as an entire new realm of deviant possibilities unfolded in her overactive imagination. She gazed down at the sleeping Spanish girl, keen to continue the experiment.
Moonlight rays shimmered through window illuminating Maria’s form on top of the tangled bed covers. Sophie crept closer, standing next to the bed. Maria lay on her back, breathing heavy in the deepest slumber. Her firm, rounded breasts, skin reflecting subtle moonlight, drew Sophie’s appreciating gaze. Slowly those succulent tits rose and fell in time with the girl’s rhythmic breaths.
Sophie licked her lips as her eyes wander lower. Down over Maria’s firm, flat tummy, hints of fit abdominal muscles protruding subtle ridges in her well tanned skin. Lower still. Taut, creamy thighs beckoned her gaze. Sophie’s mouth went dry, inappropriate thoughts and creative perversions awhirl in her mind. The naughty redhead inhaled deeply, gathering her courage as her longing look fell on Maria’s clenched pussy slit. It looked tight — impossibly tight. But as had already been proven, a soft pink cunt had an amazing amount of elastic potential… when properly motivated…
Sophie knelt down next to the bed. With a trembling finger she reached up and traced a lazy circle around the nipple of Maria’s left breast. The girl sighed deeply and the crinkled nub of erogenous flesh began to swell. The nipple on her right tit responded in kind, both firming up in eager response as Sophie ever so gently applied her thumb and forefinger in a loving squeeze.
Her fingers trailed down through the inviting cleavage between those rounded tits, then slithered with lightly raking nails over Maria’s taut tummy. The girl slowly stirred, moaning as she pressed her naked thighs together, rubbing back and forth to build a delightful friction. Sophie’s curled her fingers, all but the extended middle digit, and moved lower. She artfully skirted around Maria’s little clit, afraid that stimulation there might rouse the girl from her unconscious state. Gently, the exploring fingertip found the inviting slit between Maria’s soft pussy lips and eased just inside, dragging the full length of that sweet fuck slot.
Maria groaned, lazily squirming, and murmured unintelligible nothings in her sleep. Sophie dug a little deeper, penetrating to the second knuckle. A smile crossed her face as she found wetness, slippery natural lubrication beginning to seep from those fleshy pink folds. She probed further, her middle finger easing in to the third knuckle. Maria’s thighs parted, instinctively offering easy access. The redhead grinned, slowly drawing her finger out, then pressing it back inside. The slumbering Spanish girl’s cunt lips swelled up with arousal, plumping and unfurling.
Sophie slipped her burrowing middle finger from Maria’s cunt, the digit glistening with moisture. She eased the finger into her mouth, tongue lashing at the full length, savoring the taste. Maria moaned and rolled over on the bed. Face-down, she squirmed, thighs rubbing, then spreading. Sophie held her breath, afraid she had awakened the servant girl. But after a moment, Maria’s breathing once again deepened as a deep sleep reclaimed her.
Sophie found her interest drawn to a new and alluring target. Maria’s firm rump cheeks were now facing upward, the inviting cleft of her ass spread as the girl’s shapely legs splayed apart. Moonlight played off the fleshy orbs of that wonderful butt, tendrils of light dipping into her ass crack. As if in a spotlight, Maria’s puckered anal orifice shimmered in the pale illumination.
The thought leaped unbidden to Sophie’s mind: If a tight little virgin pussy could stretch to take a fist, then it stood to reason that a girl’s puckered anus could do the same. Once again slipping her middle finger into her mouth for a generous coating of lubricating saliva, the naughty redhead cautiously eased her middle finger into the cleft of Maria’s rump, delicately rubbing up and down. Her finger zeroed in on the recessed dimple of the Spanish girl’s rectal pucker, lightly teasing the fleshy, crinkled orifice. Maria groaned and Sophie froze, heart pounding, her fingertip lightly pressing on the resisting anal portal. The servant girl squirmed in her sleep and rolled her hips, instinctively pushing back against the intruding fingertip. The gateway to her sphincter quivered, then pulsed back and forth. With a soft but unrelenting persistence, the tip of Sophie’s finger eased just inside the servant girl’s anal ring.
Maria flinched, shifted position on the bed, and sensuously rolled her hips upward. Sophie’s finger dipped into that hot little shitter to the first knuckle. From there, a gentle push was all it took to sink the digit in to the hilt. She wriggled the embedded finger, drawing another moan from the unconscious girl. Sophie grinned, wondering what lurid dreams now ran amok in Maria’s mind, coinciding with the stimulation of her anus. She pulled back her finger and doubled the pleasure, sinking both her middle and index digits to the hilt in Maria’s sweltering anal fuck tunnel. The muscles in the girl’s rectal tract clenched down, rippling, drawing the invading digits deeper. Sophie splayed her fingers apart, stretching, pulling back and working that taut anal ring. A few moments of dedicated effort and a third finger slipped inside. The pinkie finger proved no challenge after that, and soon Sophie was applying pressure with her thumb. Maria’s tight rectal gateway offered resistance, but slowly, in fractions of an inch, Sophie’s digits burrowed ever deeper.
The widest part of Sophie’s hand required a dedicated effort to insert, Maria’s sphincter straining to thwart the obscene invasion. But the servant girl’s hips slowly began to roll in a sensuous motion as her natural female instinct to give in to anal sex took over. Suddenly that juicy little rectal fuck tunnel shuddered and relaxed. Sophie’s hand slipped inside and she balled her fingers into a fist, pushing deeper.
Maria’s eyes snapped open as her anal orgasm erupted. Her hips churned, bucking as she fucked back hard onto Sophie’s plundering fist. She gasped, the muscles of her tummy, thighs and ass checks clenching, trembling. “What! What are you doing?” she screamed, her legs kicking and arms flailing wildly. Her right hand clamped down tight around Sophie’s forearm, pulling back on the anally invading fist. With a wet pop, the redhead’s hand withdrew, interrupting the enraged servant girl’s orgasm mid-shudder. Maria rolled from the bed, clutching the sheets to cover her naked body. Sophie knelt beside the bed, eyes wide with surprise.
Without another word, Maria whirled and stalked from Sophie’s quarters. With a loud bang, the door to the adjoining handmaiden’s room slammed shut. After a moment of stunned silence, Sophie trailed after the Spanish girl, cracking open the door to the servant’s room to peer inside. Still naked and fuming, Maria yanked open the drawers of a dresser, ripping out clothes and stuffing them into a suitcase.
“What are you doing?” Sophie inquired with alarm, opening the door further.
“Packing. I’m leaving.” Maria snapped in a frosty reply.
“What… Why?”
Maria turned to Sophie, her look incredulous. “You raped me.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “I can’t rape you. I’m not a guy. I don’t have a… you know… a dick.”
“You forced your entire fist up my ass!” Maria countered, her voice rising.
“You fisted my cunt,” Sophie countered, crossing her arms obstinately across her chest.
“After I asked your permission, you arrogant little bitch!” Maria seethed, eyes glittering with anger. “I was asleep! You didn’t ask!”
“Yes… yes… but…” Sophie sputtered, raising both hands in a calming gesture. “But… you liked it, right?”
Maria glared, momentarily speechless.
“Ummm? Maybe a little bit?” Sophie cajoled with a playful wink.
Maria seethed and resumed packing.
“You did cum, really hard,” Sophia asserted with a tone of confidence.
Maria threw a hairbrush across the room and whirled on the redhead, hands balling into fists. “That doesn’t matter, you inhuman cunt. Do you have the slightest hint of compassion in that cold heart of yours? You can’t just rape people! The Baron is right. You’re a lost cause and a… a… a reprehensible demon!”
Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes as she dared to enter the room, approaching the servant girl with her hands up in a pleading gesture. “Please… please Maria. I’m sorry. You have to forgive me. Daddy says he won’t hire anyone else, and if you leave, I’ll have no one. You’re my only friend!”
“Not my problem. This is not how friends treat each other.”
Sophie sobbed, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around Maria’s naked right leg. “I’m begging you. Please! Give me one more chance. I’ll show you that I’m really sorry!”
Maria looked down with contempt. “I don’t believe you.”
The redhead wailed in dismay. “Please, please, please! I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Let me prove myself!”
Maria’s jaw clenched and she exhaled an angry snort. The room fell silent, save for Sophie’s pitiful weeping.
Maria pondered. The job paid an obscene amount of money. And had Sophie asked politely, her anal antics might have been a pleasing diversion. Still, the indignity of waking up mid-orgasm to the surprise of a fist up the ass really was beyond the limit. The Baron’s daughter needed to be taught a hard lesson in humility. But what sort of lesson? If Maria couldn’t think of anything appropriate, she would have to be on the next horse out of here.
“Get out!” she demanded, pointing at the door. “I’ll think about it. If I’m still here tomorrow morning, you will obey my every command. Offend me again… just one more time…” she held up one finger for emphasis.
“I won’t! I promise. You’ll be so proud of me, whatever you want me to do! Thank you! You won’t regret it!”
“I already regret it. Now get out of my room and let me get some sleep.”
… The next morning Sophie awoke and took her bath, not bothering Maria who remained in her servant’s quarters. After getting her own breakfast from the kitchen, she lightly tapped on Maria’s door. “Good morning,” she greeted subserviently. I brought you a muffin, if you want,” she offered, handing over the goodwill gesture. “Are you still mad at me?”
Maria didn’t address the question, taking the muffin with an angry glare and sampling a bite. “Come on,” she insisted, brushing past Sophie as she stalked from the room.
“Where are we going?” the redhead anxiously inquired. Receiving no reply, she obediently fell in behind the Spanish girl, trailing her down the stairs, through the servant’s hallway, past the kitchen, and out the door. A short walk across the courtyard brought them to the stables. Maria strode inside. Sophie tentatively peered around the half-open barn door, then nervously followed.
A young man was hard at work, shifting hay with a large pitchfork.
“Who is that?” Sophie whispered as she caught up with Maria.
Maria turned and looked at her in amazement. “That’s Felipe. He has faithfully tended to the stable here for twelve years. He is caring for his ailing mother, plays the lute, and is surprisingly accomplished at chess. How is it possible that after a month here I know all this, and you are clueless he exists?”
Sophie shrugged, casting sad eyes downward on the suspicion that Maria was again disappointed in her. “He’s just a servant…” She muttered.
Maria approached Filipe, and talked to him quietly, gesturing occasionally at the Baron’s daughter. Sophie strained to hear, but could not make out the muted conversation. Filipe suddenly brightened his expression and leaned the pitchfork against the wooden wall of the empty horse stall turning his beaming smile towards the redhead. “Thank you! I am so glad to hear this, Miss Sophie! Thank you so much!” He rushed off, a grin on his face. The barn door creaked shut behind them as Felipe hastily departed, leaving the two girls alone.
“What did you say to him? Sophie inquired.
“I told him you thought he was doing such a wonderful job that he deserved the day off… and that you would pay him an extra day’s wages as a bonus.”
Sophie opened her mouth in protest, then thought better of if. “Yes, yes, of course. I have always thought Alfonso did a fine job,” she allowed, not relishing the discussion with her father to obtain the promised bonus pay.
“Filipe,” Maria corrected with a shake of her head.
“Filipe, yes,” Sophie agreed. “So… why are we here? she inquired, trepidation in her voice as to what punishment might lie in store.
Maria gave no answer and made her way down the central pathway in the barn, horse stalls on either side. A nicker of greeting came from a stall on the left and she turned. A furry muzzle peeked out from over the stall gate, and Maria reached up to offer a friendly stroke of her fingers.
“Are we going riding?” Sophie inquired.
“No,” Maria replied. “You’re going to give this horse a blowjob.”
Sophie laughed, assuming it was a jest. Maria’s hard stare implied that no joke was intended. Sophie’s laugh tapered off as her eyes went wide in shock.
“You need to learn humility,” Maria explained, her tone calm but commanding.
Sophie shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous!” she squeaked in alarm.
“Suit yourself,” Maria shrugged. “I’ll finish packing.” She turned and headed for the door. The redhead looked from the horse, to Maria’s departing form, then back to the stallion.
“I… I’m not going to put a horse cock in my mouth!” she insisted, folding her arms across her chest.
“Understood. Goodbye.” Maria replied, the heavy barn door creaking as she pushed it open.
Sophie’s heart beat in panic. “Wait… WAIT!” she shrieked as Maria began to close the door behind her. The Spanish girl paused, holding the door but not looking back. Sophie took a deep breath, a shudder of revulsion tracing up her spine. “OK, I’ll do it… I’ll give the horse a blowjob, and then we can be friends again?”
“There are five stallions,” Maria countered.
Sophie gasped. “You mean I have to…”
“Every one of them,” Maria insisted. “You better get busy.”
Sophie whimpered, a look of defeat crossing her pretty features. Tears welled up in her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. She sniffed, but put on a brave look of determination. “Can you tell me how to do it?” she pleaded in a subdued tone.
Maria hesitated a moment longer. Sophie chewed her lower lip with worry. Then the Spanish girl turned and marched back into the barn. Stomping up to Sophie, she reached up and roughly grabbed a hold of the girl’s ear. “OWWW!” the redhead squealed in protest, her head tilted off to one side, wincing as she stumbled along behind the servant girl. With distain, Maria towed the whining redhead into the horse stall and forced her to her knees underneath the painted thoroughbred. “Play with his cock to get him hard, then use your mouth, whore!” Maria demanded.
Sophie whimpered and nodded. With trembling hands she reached up between the stallion’s haunches, exploring fingers searching for the beast’s sheathed prick. His huge nut sack swayed ominously. The horse snorted and stomped as the girl made contact with his intimate anatomy. Wide-eyed, the beast reared its head. Normally his only interaction with the Baron’s daughter was with her perched commandingly on his back in a saddle. To find her underneath him, fondling with his private parts was most confusing. But as soft girl fingers gently rubbed his cock sheath, the creature was intrigued and open to new ideas.
His cock began to swell, extending outward. Sophie’s fingers wrapped around the shaft, feeling it throb and grow. The girl gasped as the prick reached a fully erect state. “He’s huge!” she breathed, turning a pleading look up at Maria. The servant girl’s face held no mercy or hint of mirth. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared. Sophie swallowed nervously and turned her attention back to the monstrous horse cock. Now fully hard, it curved upward, pressing against the beast’s muscular belly. Every bit of fifteen inches in length, Sophie could barely get a grasp around part of the shaft with a single hand. Tentatively she reached up with her other hand for a firmer grip, fingers barely overlapping. The prick throbbed, and a shimmering drop of slippery precum oozed from the flared, crown-shaped cock head.
Sophie scooted on her knees, moving into position underneath the stallion’s belly, directly in line with the enormous cock. She levered the hard prick downward, sniffing in self-pity as she eased her mouth closer to the massive shaft. She swallowed down a sense of revulsion and pressed her lips onto the fleshy cock head. The taste of the slippery precum slithered onto her lips and her tongue instinctively wriggled out for a taste of the salty seepage. Tentatively the little redhead pressed her lips harder against the huge head of the cock, straining to open her mouth wide enough to take him in. “He’s too big!” she protested after a failed attempt, looking up at Maria with pleading eyes.
The servant girl shrugged without concern. “Work it out somehow,” she demanded.
Turning her attention back to the throbbing horse cock, Sophie once more pressed her pouting lips onto fleshy head of the prick, nuzzling it with a kiss. Working from different angles, she ran her lips over the surface, spreading a glistening sheen of saliva and precum over the tender skin. She ran grasping fingers back along the length of the prick, down to the huge nut sack, and stroked back, milking the beast. The stallion stomped and snorted with delight, shuffling his rear hooves to a wider stance. Her tightly clasped fingers stroked back to his balls. The beast lunged with his haunches, driving his cock forwards. Sophie’s head bobbed, pushed back by the forceful fuck-thrust. Her hands glided forward and the stallion drew back, readying for another lunge. Sophie’s head rocked forward, lips and tongue working, never breaking oral contact with the slippery cock head. A prolonged dribble of precum oozed out. The redhead’s tongue worked diligently, spilling not a single drop. She swallowed, moaned, and doubled the efforts of her lips on the crown of the slippery prick.
The stallion’s flanks rippled with muscular shivers. Sophie’s fingers cycled back and forth along the length of the rigid, fleshy shaft, milking the beast with growing enthusiasm. The horse’s flanks bucked, drew back, bucked, and retreated again, an unexpected double-pump. Sophie’s lips broke contact with the crown of his cock as her head reared back from the first jarring impact. A gap of nearly foot separated her pretty face from the stallion’s prick when his enormous nut sack contracted. With a bellow of delight, his cock swelled in the girl’s grasp as a seething eruption of hot cum surged down the fleshy pipe. The stallion blew, wide-eyed and snorting. A massive blast of horse sperm launched, spraying like a frothing geyser. The girl flinched, taking a full face load as the high velocity jet splattered in all directions. She turned her face away, succeeding only in taking part of the prolonged eruption into her hair. She gasped, one hand slipping off the throbbing cock as she struggled to regain control. The stallion blew another load, more powerful than the first, lathering Sophie from forehead down to chin in a drenching, sticky fountain. Cum rolled down her cheeks in sheets, dripping onto her expensive dress. The stallion drew back. Sophie wrapped both hands around the raging shaft and brought her lips to bear. Her open-mouthed kiss barely seated on the end of his cock as the beast unleashed another torrent, straight into the girl’s open mouth. Her cheeks bulged and overflow foamed from the imperfect seal of her lips on his prick. More gooey sperm poured over her chin, down into her cleavage as she desperately swallowed, gulping down part of the load. A final thrust spewed another churning blast. The redhead swallowed, taking it all down. The beast snorted with satisfaction, stepping back and pulling his prick from Sophie’s clutching grasp. His erection flagged, softening cock drooping as he pranced away, his cock dribbling the last spurts of cum onto the floor of the stall.
Sophie looked up, stunned and speechless. Her hair was lathered with streamers of glistening horse cum. Her face was a plastered sheet of oozing sperm and the exposed top of her perky tits, peaking from her bodice, were liberally spattered with large, oozing globs of semen. Blinking, she rubbed her eye with one knuckle, succeeding only in smearing in more cum from her liberally lathered hand.
“That’s one,” Maria announced calmly. “You might consider swallowing more, unless you like it messy,” she offered as casual advice. She turned and opened the gate to the stall, gesturing with a sweep of her hand for Sophie to make her exit. The girl struggled to her feet, slipping in the puddle of cum around her knees. Dutifully, she followed the servant girl to the next stall, containing Daddy’s prize racehorse — a glossy black stallion.
The beast sniffed the air as Sophie approached, catching the wafting scent of sex. His cock began to swell as the girl approached and sank to her knees with a look of resignation. The semi-rigid cock swelled rapidly has she took him in her grasp. His glossy black prick had an inch or so in length over the painted thoroughbred, and a bit more girth. Nonetheless, Sophie diligently pressed her lips to the flared head of his massive cock. Not fully hard quite yet, the crowned cock head had some give, and with a straining effort she managed to flex her jaw and slip the head of his cock into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as the prick throbbed into a full erection. Experimentally, Sophie tried to back away, but could no longer open her mouth wide enough to release him. With a whimper she realized she was orally tied to his cock until he blew his load. Her eyes clouded with tears of shame as she reached up and began to stroke, delicated fingers running up and down the length of his prick.
The black stallion’s haunches surged into action. Sophie’s head rocked back and forth, her aching jaw locked open, the back of her teeth trapping the massive flared head. On a down-stroke, the fingers of her right hand cupped the stallion’s massive balls, weighing the ominously sized nut sack. The beast snorted at the unexpected stimulation, his sides heaving as he began to huff for breath. The redhead’s tongue fluttered along the bottom of the stallion’s cock head, tickling in a delightful manner. He reared up slightly, front hoofs hitting the ground dangerously close on either side of the kneeling girl with a thud. Sophie’s clutching fingers stroked, back and forth in a dedicated effort.
The beast neighed and thrust, balls contorting upward as he hit his climax. Sophie’s firm grasp on his cock milked forward, riding the first surge of cum through his prick. The girl’s cheeks bulged and her eyes flew wide. A spray of sperm pressured from her grasping lips around his dick. Foaming cum surged upward into her sinuses, blowing a stringer of dripping cum from each nostril. She swallowed desperately, trying to relieve the pressure, but the stallion surged again with another load, overwhelming her inadequate attempts to gulp down those massive, seething jets of sperm. He fired again. Sophie’s neck muscles contracted in a panic, swallowing urgently. The overload frothed past her lips, down her chin, and once more onto the creamy skin of her upthrust little tits. Twice more the stallion bucked, pumping a flood of cum into her waiting mouth. Most she swallowed, the rest poured from her lips as waste, dripping in long rivulets from her lips and chin.
The black stallion huffed, exhausted. He lowered his head, flanks heaving and lathered in a growing sheen of sweat. His prick softened, and after several tugs, he managed to extract the head of his cock from Sophie’s aching oral embrace. He trotted to the far side of the stall, eyeing the kneeling girl with suspicion. The sexual release was of course welcome, but why would the normally dominant human girl let her mouth be used like a cunt? It was a puzzle beyond the creature’s ability to comprehend.
A snap of Maria’s fingers roused Sophie from her trance-like state as she knelt in the stall, cum dripping from her lips. She swallowed and obediently rose to follow the handmaiden to the next stall.
A smaller brownish horse pranced eagerly within. In his stall positioned across from the racehorse, he had a front-row-seat to the sexual antics that had just occurred. His excitement at being next had his heart racing. He lashed his tail and trotted a quick loop around his stall, nervous energy building. Just shy of his full-grown years, “the colt” as everyone still called him only sported a twelve inch cock, already fully erect and dripping with trailing strands of shimmering fluid. Maria entered the stall with Sophie, placing a calming hand on the stallion’s neck, whispering to calm the beast. His ear flicked as the girl’s warm breath caressed it, and he stopped his jostling. He shook himself, shivers of expectation rippling across his furry hide. Sophie obediently dropped to her knees, the fingers of her right hand having just enough reach to wrap almost all the way around his erect shaft.
Guiding the cock into position, the little redhead parted her sultry lips and brought the prick in line with her mouth. The colt snorted and thrust, forcing the fleshy crown of his quivering cock past Sophie’s waiting lips. The forward lunge continued, driving deeper. Panic crossed the girl’s face and she reached up with her other hand in a desperate attempt to restrain the surging prick. Slippery fingers closed down around the fleshy shaft, but could not halt its progress. Sophie’s eyes bulged in alarm as the knob of the colt’s hard cock plowed through her mouth and then nosed down her throat. The girl issued a strangled gurgle, hands flailing as inch after relentless inch of horse cock slipped into her gullet. With a wet smack, the young stallion’s leathery ball sack met her lips. She desperately tried to shuffle backwards on her knees, but the excited horse was having none of that. He stepped forward in time with the retreating girl, his prick remaining buried full length in her nuzzling lips.
Her face reddened, nostrils contracting in a desperate attempt to draw into her blocked airway. Tears welled up in her eyes as she flailed. Then she relaxed, discovering she could still draw a bit of precious oxygen down her wind pipe around the embedded cock.
The stallion drew back slightly on his haunches, flanks quivering with anticipation. At most, a couple of inches of fleshy equine prick retreated from her lips. Then the stallion hammered home. Another slap of flesh on flesh sounded as the girl’s pretty lips once again took the impact of the colt’s nut sack. The redhead’s throat bulged, a visible outline of thick horse cock clearly outlined against the creamy skin. The stallion pulled back again, another short stroke, leaving most of his prick securely planted in the embrace of her throat. He set his rear hooves in a firm stance and then spiked his horse cock back into the lustful fuck tunnel of Sophie’s throat.
The beast snorted, falling into a merciless driving rhythm. Sophie’s head bobbed, completely under the control of the raging stallion. The muscles in her throat rippled, desperate attempts to swallow creating a clutching, milking action that spurred the stallion to the brink. He pawed the ground with his front hoof and issued a bellow of victorious delight, lunging forward and holding himself buried to hilt. His balls tightened, twisted, and unleashed. Crimson crept up Sophie’s face, perhaps from lack of air, or possibly from the humiliation of feeling the colt’s first blistering eruption of cum rocket down her throat. The horse’s balls pumped relentlessly, ejaculating load after creamy load spraying down her throat. He drew back just a bit, thrust, then thrust again, powerful haunches driving his fleshy piston in a cycling motion. A warm, bubbling feeling filled the girl’s tummy as it began to swell. Sophie’s throat muscles flexed instinctively, greeting each new foaming cum surge with an eager swallowing action. Not a single drop was spilled. Finally the colt’s rampant thrusting turned erratic. He whinnied and pulled out. With a wet pop, his cock knob escaped the embrace of Sophie’s lips, streamers of spit and cum trailing in shimmering strands. With a snort he flopped down in the hay, sides heaving and a look of pure equine satisfaction on his furry face.
Sophie looked up at Maria, an expression of shock at the sexual violation that had just occurred. The Spanish girl offered no empathy in return. “Your next customer awaits,” she urged impatiently.
With a sense of resignation, the redhead struggled to her feet. Her tummy issued a growl of complaint, the slippery strands of horse cum in her belly seeming to bubble and churn of their own volition. A friendly nicker greeted the girl as she moved to the next stall. A riding horse, his coat a glistening sheen of pure white, pressed his muzzle over the stall door, hoping for a carrot or some other treat. He was one of Sophie’s riding favorites. And while today there was no carrot, there was indeed a far better treat to come. The stallion turned his head sideways, sniffing with curiosity. The scent of spent sex hung heavy in the air and his cock slipped from its leathery sheath. Without a word of complaint, Sophie unlatched the gate, slipped into the stall, and closed the latch behind her. Trusting black stallion eyes gazed at her, turning his head to watch with interest as the girl dropped to her knees under his firm belly and reached up to wrap delicate fingers around his prick. The shaft twitched, growing harder. Before it swelled to a full erection, Sophie pressed her lips against the fleshy knob, assessing its girth and pondering her options. The stallion seemed midsized for a horse, sporting about a sixteen inch prick that the girl could still enclose the fingers of both hands around. Should she just work the cock knob with her lips and tongue? But the unrestrained explosion of horse cum sure made for an awful mess. How difficult would it be to wash dried equine cum from her hair, she wondered? She could take the cock knob in her mouth, but the overspray from her lips was almost as much of a disaster. But after her rough treatment by the colt, she wasn’t sure she was up for another deep-throat session with an even larger cock.
As the prick continued to swell, a decision had to be made. She chose the middle ground. “Be gentle, Frost,” she implored, then wrapped her sultry lips around the engorging cock knob, filling her mouth with the crowned head and securely gripping the fleshy shaft with both hands to restrain its deeper penetration down her throat.
Frost was anything but gentle. As those soft lips enveloped the head of his cock, the beast instinctively did what came naturally when a cock plows into cunt. A commanding flex of his haunches sent the thick cock surging forward, fucking Sophie’s pretty mouth. Her fingers clenched down tight, desperate to slow the powerful thrust. But her slippery grip on that fleshy shaft proved futile. Like the colt, Snowflake’s rigid prick powered relentlessly into her mouth, found the opening to her throat, and plowed on down. The redhead’s eyes opened wide in shock. While the colt’s smaller prick had allowed a precious gap for her to breath, Frost’s significantly larger cock sealed the girl’s windpipe off completely. Her face reddened in panic.
Fortunately, it was not Frost’s style to short-stroke a pussy. The beast preferred powerful, full-length penetration. He bottomed out in Sophie’s clutching throat, his pale-colored nut sack earning a kiss from her widely splayed lips. Then he pulled back, the length of his rigid shaft sliding out of Sophie’s oral embrace until only the crowned cock knob locked him in place.
The girl gasped, her petite chest swelling as she sucked in a deep breath. Frost reversed direction, huffing with the effort as contracting haunches sent his massive prick thundering forward. With a wet slurp, sixteen punishing inches of horse meat bored into the waiting tunnel of Sophie’s gaping mouth and throat. The creature drove in to the hilt, ground his haunches to ensure full penetration, and then stroked back out. The redhead gasped again, timing her breath to whatever opportunity the equine happened to allow.
A rhythmic symphony of sound arose, fleshy slaps and wet squelching, groans of female lust and the steady huffing of Frost’s ragged breaths through his flaring nostrils. The beast’s haunches were a frantic blur of motion, powerful fuck thrusts pistoning his huge cock in and out of the petite redhead’s gaping lips. Sophie’s throat bulged with each full depth insertion, swallowing action clutching eagerly at the throbbing cock. Then the wet withdrawal, sticky fluids oozing from Sophie’s lips as she inhaled a much-needed gasp of air.
The stallion squealed, an almost human-like scream, then his balls constricted as he lunged in deep. A tsunami of hot cum filled Sophie’s mouth, her taste buds awash in that savory lather of equine discharge. The stallion’s eruption continued as his cock plowed down Sophie’s waiting throat, the frothing spray coating and soothing that tight oral fuck sleeve with a slippery goo. Frost bottomed out, his nut sack snugged up tight against Sophie’s trembling lips. Her tongue lashed on instinct, teasing the underside of that vein-pulsing prick. Frost’s balls contracted again as he pulled back, cum surging to fill the redhead’s empty gullet. She moaned and swallowed, feeling a delightful warming sensation as the seething sperm spilled into her waiting belly. The fountaining cock retreated, the girl’s cheeks bulging as the huge cock knob and the gusher of cum filled her mouth. Sperm dribbled from her lips, bubbling. Then with an animalistic grunt, Frost hammered forward once again, sixteen inches of spewing horse cock burrowing to the hilt into the girl’s face. Frost held himself embedded, flanks heaving with exhaustion. A twitch of his rear haunches signaled another contraction of his balls and Sophie’s tummy swelled a bit more with another prolonged injection of irresistible horse cum.
Urgently, Sophie pulled back off his cock as her lungs begged for air. Straining her jaw, she uncoupled herself from the stallion’s softening cock shaft, the fleshy cock knob releasing with a soft “pop” from her lips. She gasped for breath, trembling. Frost snorted with satisfaction and stepped away, his deflating cock draining the final dribbles of cum and a liberal coating girl spit.
Sore, bruised knees protested as Sophie struggled to her feet. One stallion left to service and she would be done. Maria led her to the final stall. The little redhead groaned in dismay. Her experience with the horses of the estate was limited to the light riding equines. The work beasts never came to her attention. “Oh… I don’t know…” the appalled girl protested as the open stall door revealed Grey — a massive draft horse. He towered above any riding horse, and outweighed them two to one. And while his eighteen inches of fully erect cock wasn’t that much more impressive than the other beasts, the girth of the ominous fleshy prick was enormous. Sophie turned pleading eyes towards Maria, hoping for a reprieve. No exception was forthcoming in the Spanish girl’s unwavering gaze. Sophie sighed with resignation and dropped to her knees under the stallion’s wide bulk.
Grey’s tail lashed with anticipation. Sophie raised trembling hands to take control of the beast’s throbbing, vein-rippled penis. The true proportions of the colossal prick were revealed. The fingers of both her hands failed to fully wrap around the fleshy girth. The bulging cock knob was easily as large as a grape fruit, and it was as if a pair of melons was concealed within his giant, dangling nut sack. A steamy heat seemed to radiate from the stallion’s cock and balls, conveying an alarming aura of barely restrained power and stamina, eager to be unleashed. A lustful tremor shuddered through Sophie’s soupy-wet loins.
Forcing that huge cock knob into her mouth was an obviously impossible task. So Sophie pressed her lips onto the flared, fleshy tip, applying wet kisses and a wriggling tongue to pleasure the beast. Her delicate fingers skimmed down the length of the meaty shank, then back up. Grey’s flanks shivered with delight. The little redhead’s flickering tongue worked her way around to the very tip of the throbbing prick, lavishing love and a generous coating of saliva. A thick ooze of precum oozed from the tip and the girl greedily lapped it up, lips smacking at the salty treat. A tantalizing fleshy opening beckoned at the business end of the massive dick. Sophie stiffened her tongue and wriggled the tip, digging into that fleshy nook, working to tease another yummy discharge of precum out for her enjoyment. Grey snorted, ears laying back as his eyes went wide. The girl’s squirming tongue squeezed in further, delivering erotic pleasures to the tender flesh inside the stallion’s cock knob. His balls twitched, signaling their approval approving of the obscene stimulation. Sophie’s skilled hands rubbed lovingly down the shaft, back up, then down again. Exploring fingers clutched the stallion’s balls and his haunches trembled in nervous but eager response.
Intimately questing digits roamed further, slithering up to the top of the beast’s nut sack. Index and middle fingers of both hands crept upward, rubbing lightly on the crinkled fleshy pucker of Grey’s equine anus. He reared his head, nickering. The stallion had never received anal stimulation from a girl before, but found the sensation much to his liking.
At the other end of that huge cock, the girl’s lips continued to nuzzle the sensitive flesh of the cock knob as her relentlessly burrowing tongue wriggled ever so delightfully inside the tight opening of the penis. Grey snorted and shuffled his rear hooves, instinctively checking his traction as his stance widened. A shudder of anticipation rippled through his nut sack. But it was Sophie’s four fingers, stiffened and fucked up the stallion’s asshole that spurred the draft horse over the edge. He raised his head and brayed, powerful muscles in his trembling haunches contracting as he lunged. Sophie’s fingers slipped from the stallion’s anus as the barnyard beast’s balls erupted. The girl’s fingers clamped down tight around the horse’s cock shaft as it swelled with an onrush of cum. She stroked down the length of the prick, riding the wave. A thunderous, seething storm of equine cum hosed from his prick, the pressure driving Sophie’s lips off the cock knob. Unrestrained, the raging torrent of sperm roared into her open mouth, then arched upward, plastering her pretty face. She swallowed eagerly, then opened her lips as the hot, sticky deluge continued unabated.
Grey snorted. His balls sagged, twitched as if reloading, then contracted again. Sophie mewled with delight, feeling the massive cock once again swell in her grasp. Straining, she levered the huge prick downward and arched her back, presenting the creamy top of her upthrust little titties as a target. She flinched then moaned, eyes rolling in her head as a prolonged spray of horse semen drenched her petite chest with a steamy, dripping lather. Cum ran down her chest in sticky sheets and streams, dripping heavily to puddle on the floor. Sophie stroked back and the stallion’s cock. His balls cycled yet again and she squealed, dragging her firm grip forward, milking the next surge of cum. Giving the stallion’s throbbing erection free rein, it bobbed higher and she pressed her open mouth on the end of the shaft just as the next powerful sperm jet blasted. The overwhelming volume flared her cheeks, with overflow cascading from her lips. But much of the savory cum fountain roared down Sophie’s throat. She swallowed eagerly, driven by a perverse need and hunger.
The stallion pulled back, sides heaving. Sophie’s hands skimmed down his cock, teasing a final contraction from his balls. He thrust, his back arching with the effort. Cum launched, airborne, then splattered into the open cavern of Sophie’s waiting mouth. The beast’s prick shivered with pleasure, bending upwards. The prolonged cum geyser traced up Sophie’s face, plastering her left cheek and eye with a generous coating, then across her forehead to thoroughly drench the soft tresses of her alluring red hair.
Finally spent, the stallion shivered, his rear legs threatening to buckle with exhaustion. Sophie let his softening prick slip from her fingers, dangling, trailing strands of gooey cum. Slowly the beast stepped away, nuzzling Sophie’s ear in passing in thanks for a job well done. Heavy hooves plodded as he retreated to the far side of the stall, huffing for breath.
Weary-eyed, Sophie looked up at Maria, knowing any attempt to wipe away the layers of drying horse cum would be a futile effort. The ravished girl struggled to rise to her feet. Her tummy lurched in an unsettling churning motion, protesting the swollen bulge of sloshing semen in her guts. An involuntary gagging reflex rose in her throat. Maria took a few prudent steps in retreat. The redhead swallowed hard, grimacing as she struggled to keep her stomach contents under control. The effort proved to no avail. Her gut muscles contracted. With a violent surge, a huge quantity of horse cum rose in her throat. She clenched her teeth, fighting the inevitable. Then with a grunt, a frothing torrent of spent equine cum erupted from her mouth, splattering in a huge puddle on the ground before her. Sophie collapsed forward onto her hands and knees. Her tummy rebelled again, heaving up another foaming explosion of swirling white fluid. She groaned, streamers of cum and spit trailing down from her slack lips, dripping into the spreading, oozing puddle. She moaned in self-pitying dismay as another upheaval gushed out, then another, her stomach muscles cramping with the effort. Finally her guts were purged and reduced to gagging and dry heaves. On her hands and knees, she panted, wiping the drips and dribble from her lips with the back of her hand.
On unsteady legs she rose gazing at Maria for approval. The Spanish girl’s poker face gave away no clues. “So… now we’re friends again?” Sophie inquired in an exhausted but hopeful tone.
“Absolutely not,” Maria assured her.
Sophie’s glimmer of hope crumbled. “But you promised! You said if I blew all those horses, we could be friends…”
I said no such thing,” Maria countered. “I still do not trust you.”
“What… what can I do?” Sophie wailed in desperation. “Please, tell me what you want!”
“I honestly don’t know,” Maria answered, bearing a thoughtful expression.
Tears welled up in Sophie’s eyes and she began to sob.
“You tell me,” Maria offered. “You tell me what you could ever do to show me you have learned humility.”
The little redhead pondered, tears still running down her cheeks. Nothing came to mind, and maybe Maria had a point. Maybe she was a hopeless case. A thought leapt unbidden to her mind and Sophie grasped onto it in desperation as Maria turned and walked away.
“I… I could fuck a horse,” the little redhead offered, sniffing piteously.
Maria paused, then turned back.
“Just one horse though…” Sophie bargained desperately. “Not all five. Please… I can’t do all five.”
Maria smiled. What a wonderfully degrading act the spunky girl had proposed. Such an act of ultimate humiliation might just serve to finally break the little filly of her overblown sense of superiority. “I can pick the horse?” Maria inquired. Sophie paused, then agreed, relying on the servant girl to show a hint of mercy. The Spanish girl mulled it over as the redhead waited with baited breath.
“You’ll fuck the draft horse.”
“Grey? The huge one?” Sophie gasped in horror. Maria nodded firmly, offering no negotiation.
Sophie’s jaw went slack, wondering how the girl could be so cruel. A lump of fear formed in her throat and her vision once more clouded with the onset of tears. Maria waited, patience dwindling. “F… fine. Yes… I’ll fuck Grey. And… and then you’ll forgive me? We can be friends again?” she blubbered.
“Up the ass…” Maria added, “…just like you did me.” Sophie’s eyes grew wide as her lips quivered, resisting the urge to protest. “Grey the draft horse fucks you up the ass, and blows his load of cum. THEN you are forgiven,” Maria articulated forcefully, like a judge handing down a verdict in a trial.
Sophie felt as if she were signing a contract with the devil. “Now?” she asked with a fearful quiver of defeat. Maria sniffed in distain. “Ugh. No. You’re a hot mess. I want you bathed and dressed up nice. We’ll meet here again tomorrow morning.
“Maria…” Sophie pleaded as the Spanish girl turned her back. The girl paused, not turning. “Could you… Could you at least draw me a bath so I can clean up?”
Maria snorted with distain as she walked away. “There’s a horse watering trough behind the barn. Use that, for all I care. Until tomorrow, do not talk to me.”
… The next morning, Sophie had done her best to make herself presentable. It turned out dried horse cum was more difficult to scour from her pretty red hair than she imagined and her normally bouncy tresses still had a bit of a dull and matted appearance. She made do by braiding her stiffened, stubborn locks into a pair of pigtails, adding pretty floral bows.
She drew on white silk stockings tied to garter belts. She thoughtfully fingered a pair of lacy blue panties, but then realized those would just get in the way of the planned activity. A pleated summer dress with the hem scandalously close to the knee swished appealingly as she turned her hips. A tightly tied, low-cut bodice made the most of her small but perky breasts, putting creamy flesh and cleavage on display.
She chose a pair of glossy black, mid-calf riding boots, which seemed appropriate for the occasion. A dab of rouge on the cheeks and a spray of lilac perfume completed the look. She glanced at herself in the mirror. The image that looked back seemed very little “Baron’s daughter,” and much more “tavern tart”. But since the end result was going to be a huge horse cock up the ass, perhaps cosmetic details were of no great concern. Feeling entirely self conscious, she slunk through the back passages of the mansion, making her way to her destination and destiny by a roundabout route.
Maria waited outside the stables, leaning against the wall near the door. “You look pretty,” she offered in a casual tone as Sophie approached.
The redhead smiled shyly. “Thank you, I… uh…” she began, nervously fumbling for words befitting of the situation. But Maria simply turned and entered through the stable door. Sophie gave an anxious glance around, then ducked in behind her.
“Miss Sophie!” an excited voice called from a distance within the stable. “Oh, I am forever in your debt! I can’t thank you enough for the day off you granted me yesterday. My mother is ailing, you see, and with my time off work I was able to take her to a doctor. He prescribed some herbs and already she is feeling somewhat better! And with your generous extra day’s wages, I was able to pay for the doctor and the medicine. Thank you so very much!”
Standing next to Maria, Sophie recognized the stable hand from yesterday. “Ah… yes… so happy that worked out for the best… …”
“Felipe…” Maria hissed under her breath.
“Filipe!” Sophie continued. “Always a pleasure to help, Filipe.”
An awkward silence descended as the two girls and the young man looked at one another. “Aren’t you going to send him away again?” Sophie whispered.
Maria turned away from Filipe and Sophie followed, heads close together as the servant girl whispered in a conspiratorial hushed tone. “If you send him away again without an explanation, he may grow suspicious. He may even lurk to learn your secrets. Or, you could see that you have the budding seedling of a friendship. Perhaps better to give him some important task to keep him busy. Treat him with respect instead of stepping on him like a serf. Maybe he might prove himself useful in the future.”
Sophie paused thoughtfully as she absorbed the lesson. “And how do I do that?” she asked.
Maria rolled her eyes. “Just go talk to him… like a friend. You’ll think of something.”
The redhead nodded nervously, summoning her courage. Used to shouting orders, being polite was a frightening new endeavor. Swallowing, she clenched and unclenched her fists as she turned, heart pounding as she approached the stable hand. “Um… Filipe… I was wondering. I… well, you see, I am in need of a favor…
Maria waited at a distance as the Baron’s daughter and Filipe conversed. Sophie whispered to the stable hand as he placed his ear close to her lips. His eyes grew wider with every added detail. Finally he pulled away, a stunned expression on his face. “I swear it, Miss Sophie! I shall not breathe a word to a single soul!” he promised, adopting a solemn look.
“Filipe has agreed to help us!” Sophie exclaimed as she turned back to Maria.
The Spanish girl blinked in disbelief. “I didn’t mean for you to invite him,” she muttered under her breath. But the damage was done. If Sophie chose to have an audience for her horse fucking, then who was a humble servant girl to argue with the Baron’s daughter?
Once the initial shock wore off, Filipe enthusiastically offered suggestions. He proved himself a useful asset as the trio pondered the mechanics of how a stallion might safely mount a girl.
“We have a special stall, just for mating,” the stable hand explained, leading the two girls to the far end of the barn. He pointed out a stout wooden beam about head-high, spanning the stall. The thick timber was wrapped in numerous layers of blankets. “The stallion rears up on here, you see,” he explained, tapping his hand against the beam. The blankets provide padding for his front legs. The filly, she is positioned here, underneath. The beam takes most of the stallion’s weight off the mare, as he is very heavy.”
“And what of those metal rings set in the floor?” Maria inquired.
“Ah!” Filipe replied. “Yes, you see, some of the female horses are skittish. If they attempt to flee during the coupling, they might be injured. So we use ropes through the rings to restrain them.”
“Those will be handy,” Maria replied with approval, nudging one of the heavy rings with her toe.
“I will not be restrained like some barnyard animal!” Sophie huffed indignantly.
“Oh, you’re absolutely skittish,” Maria assured her. “You will be restrained.”
Sophie folded her arms across her chest, pouting with a sour expression.
“Now Miss Sophie is shorter than a horse, you know… here,” Filipe gestured, holding his hand about loin high. She will need something to stand upon. He ducked out of the stall and quickly returned, carrying two large sacks of grain, one under each arm. He laid them on the floor, providing a slightly elevated perch. Sophie stepped up, finding the footing secure.
Filipe offered up several leather reins. “Ties. For the feet,” he explained, wrapping one of the leather straps several times around Sophie’s right boot, then cinching the ends tight through two steel rings in the floor.
“Spread those legs. This is no time to be lady-like,” Maria insisted as Filipe began to secure the redhead’s left boot. Sophie obediently widened her stance and Filipe lashed down the straps. The girl tested the restraints with straining legs, finding the bindings had no stretch or slip.
“Now you reach out and hold onto the beam,” Filipe suggested, offering a helping hand of support as Sophie complied, bending at the waist and leaning forward. Her pert little rump pressed up and back, presented in an alluring manner.
“Tie her hands to the beam,” Maria demanded over Sophie’s protests and Filipe deftly applied more leather straps to the task.
“There!” Maria announced with a look of satisfaction. Aren’t you just trussed up nice and pretty?” She reached down and tugged up the hem of Sophie’s skirt, draping it across her back. Filipe’s eyes traversed the enticing sight, wandering from Sophie’s black boots, up her shapely stocking-clad legs. His gaze lingered on the lacy garter belts around her otherwise naked thighs, then proceeded upward, his heart racing as he took in the luscious image of the little redhead’s firm, naked rump.
Sophie was suddenly overcome with doubts. “I… ah… I don’t want to do this!” she exclaimed. “Please… can we do some other punishment?”
Maria pulled a short leather riding crop off a hook on the wall. She slapped the flexible tip into the palm of her hand with a sharp SNAP! Sophie flinched at the sound. “Perhaps you just need additional motivation,” Maria offered, lightly dragging the leather tip across Sophie’s naked ass cheek.
The girl shivered, goose bumps rising on her flesh. “No… please don’t,” she whimpered. She attempted to move away from the delicate touch of the riding crop as if it were a red hot poker, but her restrained feet and hands allowed only limited range of motion.
“Are you sure?” Maria inquired. The riding crop eased between Sophie’s open ass cheeks, teasing the wrinkled pucker of the redhead’s tight little anus. “So much tender flesh to explore… Imagine what the lash of a whip could do in such intimate places…”
Sophie paled. “God… no… please! I’ll do the horse… like I promised!”
“Ummm… as you wish,” Maria replied, sounding disappointed. “Perhaps we will revisit the riding crop some other time.” With a final tickle of the leather tip on Sophie’s trembling rectal pucker, she withdrew the whip and hung it back on the wall. Sophie sagged in her restraints, breathing a sigh of relief.
The Spanish girl turned to Filipe. “You heard the Baron’s daughter, stable hand. She requests her stallion.”
“Yes, of course!” Filipe replied with a grin. “I assumed the colt?”
“Oh no,” Maria corrected. “Miss Sophie wants the draft horse, Grey.”
Filipe’s eyes grew wide. “Ah… You are certain? The draft horse, he is… muy grande… very large!” The stable hand gestured with his hands, demonstrating the length and girth. “The colt may be more to Miss Sophie’s… preferences?”
Maria shrugged indifferently. “If the Baron’s daughter would like both, we can accommodate her. Miss Sophie, would you like the COLT AND the draft horse?”
“NO!” Sophie snapped in protest. “Only Grey! That’s all I agreed to!”
“You see?” Maria asked as she turned to Filipe. “The lady wants what she wants.”
“Aye-yai-yai,” Felipe muttered, shaking his head. But he hurried off and soon returned, the massive draft horse trailing obediently behind him on a lead.
“He is a big boy, isn’t he?” Maria exclaimed. Sophie strained to cast a worried look behind her, fighting against her bindings.
“Almost a full two-thousand pounds,” Filipe replied proudly. “There has never been a cart or plow he couldn’t haul.”
“Well, we shall put his plowing skills to the test then,” Maria smirked.
Grey flicked his ears, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed. The two girls from yesterday had returned to the stable, and the scent of wet pussy hung in the air. He shook his head and snorted, eyes widening as his limp cock began to slip from its leathery sheath. Hope arose in his equine heart that maybe the little redhead was going to put her lips and hands to good use again…
“Up!” Filipe commanded, giving the lead rope a tug.
Grey tilted his massive furry head, confused. There was no filly waiting for him. There was only the girl in the normal place of the female horse, bent over, her tight little naked pussy swaying… Suddenly understanding clicked in his equine mind! Could girls be fucked from either end? What an intriguing notion! His cock began to harden. He neighed with delight and reared up, draping his front legs over the padded wooden beam. The walls of the stall shuddered under the impact of the massive beast, dust filtering down from the rafters. He jostled his rear hooves, moving into position. His massive cock bobbed higher, stiffening as he found himself in the familiar position of mounting an eager mare.
Maria moved to the side of the huge equine, tentatively reaching out to guide the stallion’s cock into place. Grey beat her to the punch, lunging forward. Sophie howled as the first six inches of that enormous cock rod plunged into her sweet little cunt without a hint of warning. The stallion drew back and thrust again, forcing a grunt from the girl’s lips. Ten inches of throbbing prick plowed deep, stretching the girl’s pussy with its massive girth.
“Grey! No! Bad horse!” Maria protested, pushing back against the stallion’s furry haunch. Confused, the beast thrust again, boring another three inches deeper into that juicy twat. Sophie gasped, eyes wide, panting in shock.
The Spanish girl pushed back hard, cursing. Her petite body couldn’t move the stallion physically, but the huge draft horse had spent a lifetime in subservience. He wasn’t sure why, but he got the sense he was doing something wrong. He snorted in annoyance, but then complied, drawing back on his haunches and jostling his rear hooves as he moved in reverse. With a wet POP! his gigantic cock knob pulled free of Sophie’s steamy pussy, leaving her vaginal fuck sleeve gaping. A shimmering coating of slippery twat juice coated the first half of his prick, which was sure to prove useful in a moment…
Grey shuffled his hooves, unsure what was expected. Maria knelt down and reached under his belly, wrapping the fingers of both hands around the monstrosity of his throbbing cock. Sensing guidance was at hand, Grey calmed, adjusted his stance, and waited. Maria angled his prick up just a bit. The stallion tentatively eased forward, the flared knob of his dick easing into warm embrace of Sophie’s parted rump cheeks. The slippery prick skittered up and down in the inviting cleft of the girl’s ass as Maria bit her lower lip, concentrating as she maneuvered the stubborn prick to find the target.
With a helpful wriggle from Sophie’s hips, the huge prick settled into the inviting dimple of her ass, the crinkled flesh of her rectal pucker bestowing an intimate kiss on the stallion’s pulsing cock knob.
Maria gave a worried look at the enormous prick, gauging its still swelling size with the embrace of her fingers. The cock wasn’t yet at full flag, but the erection was firming quickly. Hopefully there was still enough give in the spongy cock to squeeze into Sophie’s tight and tiny shitter. The Spanish girl released her grip on the fleshy shank and applied her fingers to tugging Sophie’s ass cheeks wider.
Feeling free rein given, Grey began to push. At first the resistance seemed impossible. Was there even a hole here to be fucked? But then the fleshy portal of Sophie’s cute little rectum trembled and began to pucker back and forth. Grey shifted one rear hoof slightly forward. From experience towing many a heavy cart, the draft horse knew progress was first measured in scant inches.
Sophie squealed, feeling her clenched anus strain.
Grey’s other rear hoof slid forward just an inch, finding traction on the barn floor. His cock bent into a fleshy bow, pent up energy building.
Sophie sobbed, feeling her physical and moral resistance falter. Her naked hips rolled in a sensuous circular motion, grinding as she pushed back against the stallion’s unrelenting pressure. The flared crown of his prick folded back as the girl’s trembling rectal gateway blossomed open. The very tip of the horse cock slipped inside, establishing a victorious foothold.
A lustful howl escaped the redhead’s lips as the stallion’s cock suddenly sprung straight. The huge knob of his cock thrust forward as her anus gave up the fight. Four inches of vein-pulsing prick spiked into her butt and she sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Maria swallowed nervously, gazing in shock at Sophie’s obscenely stretched anal orifice. The soft, crinkled flesh trembled, splayed wide around the massive girth of the stallion’s cock. A feeling of remorse came over her. The Baron’s spoiled daughter was sorely in need of a lesson in humility, but perhaps this had gone too far.
“Horses normally cum quickly, do they not?” the servant girl asked Filipe.
“Oh, yes,” the stable hand assured her. “They may last ten strokes at best and then they’re done.” Maria breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Sophie’s ordeal, however brutal, would come to a fast conclusion.
“…Unless they’ve been drained recently,” Filipe continued. “We rarely breed the stallions, so when they get their chance, they’re in and done. But if they’ve been drained in the past day or so, their stamina increases.”
“Oh… ummm… so how long could a stallion last, before he… you know… If he had sex the day before?” Maria inquired, attempting to sound entirely casual. Given that Sophie had sucked this same stallion down to the dregs just yesterday, it seemed a pertinent question.
Filipe pondered, racking his memory. “Couldn’t say for sure, but might be thirty minutes, probably more. A stallion is an absolutely relentless sex beast once that initial nervous energy has been tapped.”
“Ah… interesting…” Maria replied, casting a concerned glance at Sophie.
The girl had clearly overheard. She thrashed against her bindings, desperate to escape. “NO!” she shrieked, arms and legs straining as she fought to break free. With a whimper of defeat, she sagged, blubbering as fear took control. Her bladder released, uncontrollably cascading a shower of golden pee splattering from her pussy. The stallion took the girl’s energetic squirming as a clear sign of enthusiasm and thrust his haunches. Tight sphincter muscles clenched and resisted, but nonetheless, another two inches of horse cock pressed into the steamy clutches of her asshole.
Grey paused, savoring the sensation of Sophie’s tight shitter squeezing down on his now fully rigid cock. He drew back on his haunches and lunged. Sophie wailed in protest, but instinctively her back bowed downward into a curve, pressing her rump up higher, giving the stallion better access. His furry flanks rippled with muscular spasms and he snorted.
Maria stood up and backed a pace away, sensing the stallion’s nervous energy increase. Despite her touch of sympathy for Sophie, there was nothing to be done at this point but ride it out. She lightly slapped Grey on his haunch. “Go on boy, give it to her,” she urged.
The beast pulled back, all but his fat cock knob pulling free of Sophie’s rectal pucker. She squirmed uncomfortably, muscles tensed as she once more tested the strength of her restraints. But when Grey unleashed the poised muscles of his haunches and thrust forward, the girl mewled and bucked her naked hips back to meet him. Burning friction blazed in her bowels as the plundering horse cock once more ground to a halt. Eleven inches of the throbbing shaft were buried, veins pulsing with the powerful beats of his heart. Sophie sobbed and thrust her hip in short, rapid twitches, wriggling delightfully as she reached the limits of her bonds. She deemed the effort a success as another inch of Grey’s enormous prick squeezed its way by fractions of an inch up her rectum.
Twelve inches of anal penetration were enough to satisfy the stallion — for the moment. He drew back, a lewd, wet sucking noise arising. He jiggled his powerful haunches and plowed forward. Sophie bawled, a mixture of pain and delight. Twelve inches of slippery horse cock bored into Sophie’s waiting butthole, and another inch, just for good measure. An anal orgasm quivered, then erupted. She issued a lustful squeal of delight, her bowels clenching down and rippling along the length of the stallion’s buried cock. Her naked thighs shuddered and an ooze of cunt cream seeped from the folds of her pink pussy, trailing down her thighs. The draft horse held himself steady as the girl writhed through her orgasmic fit. Then as she calmed, panting desperately, he once more drew back on his cock and readied himself for yet another thrust.
Maria stepped away, sensing her assistance was no longer required. She joined Filipe by the gate to the stall as the pair watched the obscene coupling of girl and stallion. Filipe’s hand wavered, then dared to alight on Maria’s hip. Entranced by the lurid display of bestiality, she didn’t think to rebuke him. Emboldened, his hand slid higher, cupping the side of her breast through her dress. She gasped, arching her back as his lips nuzzled her ear and neck. Fingers groped in desperation, clutching, rubbing. Buttons were fumbled loose and the hem of the skirt was lifted. Maria turned away, grinding her exposed ass cheeks against his bulging trousers. . She braced herself against the gate, breathing raggedly. “Do me,” she hissed in desperation, watching Sophie couple with the stallion. “Do me up the ass, just like that little slut!” She quivered as the full stroke of the stable hand’s long, hard cock fulfilled her wanton anal urges.
Sophie groaned, a thin trail of drool trailing unheeded from her slack lips. The stallion was relentless, launching thrust after powerful cock thrust up her ass. Every stroke added another fraction of inch of penetration into her protesting bowels. She felt her tummy swell with each new insertion, a bulge in the outline of the stallion’s cock distending her taut skin. She quivered as yet another orgasm struck, the spasms almost continuous, back to back as her cunt and asshole shivered in waves of numbing pleasure. A wet smack of flesh against her naked rear sounded. Through her mental fog, the girl had a vague sense that the stallion had finally bottomed out, his huge balls slapping against her naked rump cheeks, deforming their firm, rounded shape. The natural lubrication from Grey’s oozing precum served to ease his thunderous passage back and forth in her plundered anus. But a seething heat of friction hinted that she might not be sitting comfortably for the next week.
Barely registering, lustful grunts of pleasure reached her ears from somewhere behind her — presumably Maria and the stable hand engaged in some form of carnal gratification.
Grey snorted, his sides heaving desperately for breath. The lather of perspiration glistened and he looked like a beast that had been ridden hard. Of course today, it was the beast performing the hard riding, as the sweat-covered girl beneath him could happily attest. He stroked furiously, again and again, anally reaming the squirming little beauty with merciless full-length strokes. She mewled and squealed again, insatiable in her butt-fuck lust. The beast’s heart hammered in his chest as exhaustion finally began to set in. Feeling the urge to cross the finish line, the equine summoned a final surge of energy and really put it to the little wench with hard, full-length thrusts. Her teeth chattered in response to the endless pounding and she squirmed, savoring every stroke
His balls trembled in warning. He thrust deep, pressing sweaty haunches against naked rump flesh and brayed as his nut sack contorted in a powerful spasm. Sophie squealed with gleeful anticipation as she felt his cock swell to an even larger girth. A volcanic eruption of stallion cum thundered down the length of his quivering prick, blasting like a cannon into the girl’s guts. Her squeal transformed to a howl of lust as she bucked and thrashed. The stallion drew back and hammered home, launching another cascade of frothing sperm deep into her well-fucked bowels. Her sphincter muscles rippled, clutching, embracing that spewing cock shaft and milking out every drop. Another aching spasm of the beast’s balls unleashed another flood, distending Sophie’s tummy with a foaming enema of equine sperm. She cooed with delight, feeling her belly bulge like a proud, expectant mother.
Finally, with a final rectal thrust and splurge of cum, the stallion was drained dry. Still fully embedded in the girl’s plundered shitter, he clung desperately to the padded beam with his front legs, huffing to pull breath into his agonized lungs. Slobber dripped from his muzzle, down into her hair. Girl and stallion stayed coupled as the minutes passed, savoring the post-orgasmic reverie. Finally Grey’s cock began to soften. With a weak nicker, he shuffled his rear hooves in reverse, backing out of Sophie’s wrecked little shit box. She groaned, feeling her guts shift back into normal position as they were deprived of the massive cock shaft. With a wet “plop!” Grey’s prick escaped the greedy clutches of Sophie’s rectum. The once tight little pucker gaped like a pink cavern, a flood of stallion sperm pouring out. She whimpered, feeling hard used.
Maria and Filipe had long since completed their carnal coupling. Her dress was back in place and his trousers had been refitted. The only evidence of their misdeeds was Maria’s tussled hair and glowing expression of contentment, and of course the steady trickle of warm cum leaking from her ass. Filipe wore a grin of cock-sure accomplishment, walking with a newfound strut.
As the stallion backed away in exhaustion, Maria and Sophie moved to untether Sophie from her restraints. Freed from her bonds, she collapsed forward into Filipe’s waiting arms and he lowered her gently to the stable floor. She curled into a fetal position, giggling mindlessly as her partners in crime looked on with helpless concern. Finally the girl regained her senses, struggling to her feet and modestly pulling her dress back down to restore some sense of dignity.
Sophie gazed into Maria’s eyes with a reverent sense of love. The girl had been ruthlessly and thoroughly ass-fucked, and instinctively sensed that no future performance could ever match this virginal first-time. Unable to emotionally bond with the stallion that had actually done the deed, she transferred her emotions onto the person ultimately responsible. Maria saw the longing gaze and felt the emotional draw. They embraced, kissing passionately as Filipe stood to the side, feeling awkward and left out.
Finally the girls broke apart. Maria turned to Filipe. “Not a word breathed to anyone, if you ever want to play with us again,” she warned sternly, pointing a finger in his face for emphasis. Filipe backed a submissive step in reverse and held up his hand as if silently swearing a solemn promise. Then he crossed his heart and made a motion of locking his lips with an invisible key and tossing it aside. Satisfied, Maria put her arms around Sophie and slowly escorted the worn out girl back to her chambers while Filipe was left to tidy up the stable.
The steamy days of summer turned to fall. Sophie’s transformation seemed complete, much to the relief of the Baron and the estate employees. Having served as an obedient oral and anal cum dumpster for half a herd of horses, the once haughty Baron’s daughter had her sense of superiority shaken. Not only polite, but actually likeable, Sophie had blossomed from a destructive force to a genuinely pleasant young lady, forming friendships with many of the staff. And her bond with Maria was stronger than ever as the pair was now inseparable.
Traversing down the grand staircase on a fine fall morning, the girls passed the head cook. “Doris, thank you for that wonderful breakfast earlier,” Sophie exclaimed. “The strawberries and sweetbreads were a work of art!”
“Thank-you Miss Sophie!” the woman glowed with pride. “So glad you enjoyed it.”
Stepping out into the courtyard, Sophie and Maria were almost run down by a lad rushing by with an armload of firewood. A few sticks of kindling slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. Sophie stooped to pick them up.
“A thousand pardons, Miss Sophie!” the boy exclaimed.
“No worries, Orlando,” the redhead assured him, crouching down next to him as she added the kindling back onto his stack of wood. “Don’t look now,” she whispered, but that cute daughter of the gardener has her eye on you again.”
“Where?” Orlando replied, starting to turn his head.
Sophie placed a finger under the boy’s chin and turned him back to face her. “Behind you, across the courtyard. Don’t look, you’ll spook her away,” she warned.
“She’s not interested,” the boy said sadly, his eyes downcast. “She never wants to talk to me.”
“Perhaps we can motivate her,” Sophie offered in an undertone. “Oh, MY!” she exclaimed, loud enough for her voice to carry across the courtyard. “Such muscles you have, Orlando!” She ran her fingers over the boy’s bicep with an admiring gaze. “You’re growing into every bit of a fine strapping young man, carrying all that wood. You’re a handsome character, you know!” She stood up, then leaned down to plant a kiss on the boy’s cheek.
He blushed, reaching up to run his fingers over the spot where her lips had lingered. “What’s she doing now?” He inquired, wide-eyed, in a hushed tone.
Sophie cast a discrete glance across the courtyard. “Oh, she’s fit to be tied. You should see her jealous look,” she whispered with a grin. “I bet she’s in a mood for you to chat her up now. Off with you, and good luck.”
“Thank you,” Orlando mouthed silently, then hurried off with his load of wood.
Sophie and Maria moved, on, through the courtyard, back inside, down a hall, then left through a doorway.
“Good morning, Miss Sophie!” called the elderly clerk in greeting, wincing as he rose from his desk.
“That knee still bothering you, Andre?” Sophie inquired with a worried look on her face.
“Ah… a touch of the gout, nothing to be done, I’m afraid,” the man replied. “The price one pays for reaching old age.”
Sophie gave the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “The Baron has summoned Maria and myself. Is now a good time, or is he busy?”
“Yes, yes, of course, go right in,” Andre invited, opening the heavy door to the Baron’s office.
“There she is!” the Baron beamed as Sophie and Maria entered. “How’s my girl?”
“Wonderful, Daddy,” Sophie replied. “How may I be of service?”
“The fall season is upon us. We should host a society ball, but I haven’t the time to see to the details. Could I impose on you?”
“Of course, Father, I would be delighted! Maria and I will see to it that it is the talk of the town!”
“Excellent, excellent,” the Baron replied, gesturing towards the door. “Andre can give you more information.”
“And Maria, a moment of your time, please,” the Baron requested as the girls turned to leave. Sophie nodded at the Spanish girl and took her leave. Maria turned back to the Baron, an inquisitive look upon her face.
“You’ve worked wonders with Sophie! She is a completely changed person. Ah… the sense of calm that we now enjoy…” the Baron exclaimed after the office door had closed behind his departing daughter. “You must tell me your secret of how you finally tamed the little hellcat!”
“She simply needed a friend,” the Maria explained, struggling to keep a grin from creeping to her lips. That seemed the more prudent answer than informing the Baron that what had finally brought his spoiled daughter to heel was a good, hard horse fucking.
“Well, we are all in your debt,” the Baron assured the Spanish girl.
Leaving the Baron’s office, Maria hurried to catch with redhead. “So what are our plans for the day?” she inquired.
“We must start planning for the ball,” Sophie replied. “But first, I believe we should pay a visit to the stable.”
“Oh?” Maria replied, cocking an intrigued eyebrow. “And will we be riding… or will we be… ridden?”
Sophie paused. “It is your birthday today, is it not?” she inquired. Maria nodded. “Well then,” Sophie proclaimed cheerfully, “I leave the choice to you.”
Maria giggled. “Hmmm…. Why not both?”
Which was of course a wonderful suggestion.
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