Chapter 37
Lew goes horseback riding again with Dawn.
It was Saturday, late afternoon and I was trying to convince a customer to buy a very expensive camera. When I opened my shop and studio I splurged on a Hasselblad. The salesperson I bought it from convinced me to buy 3 instead of 1 by offering me a substantial discount, arguing that I would easily sell the other two in my shop, and that was exactly what I was trying to do with at least one of them.
Unfortunately in the middle of my sales pitch, the phone rang. At first, I ignored it but the person on the other end was insistent as it kept on ringing. Dave, the customer, a middle-aged gentleman, and owner of amongst others the local Chevrolet dealership looked at me and said, “Why don’t you pick that up, it may be important.”
“OK, thanks,” I said and answered the phone.
“Hi Lew it’s Dawn and…” but before she could continue, I cut in, “Hi, Dawn, I’m in the middle of something so if it’s not life-threatening, can I please call you back in half an hour?”
“OK Lew, that's fine, but please don’t forget!”
“No, I won’t dear.”
“Sorry about that Dave, where were we.”
“One of your girlfriends?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Not really, rather more of an acquaintance. She’s the daughter of a couple I photographed a few weeks ago, and I have a good idea why she’s calling; she probably wants to take me up on a promise I made to go horseback riding with her again.”
“You ride?”
“Not frequently, but yeah I still do sometimes. I used to ride a lot when I was younger but rarely find the time anymore. I went riding with her once and took a lot of pictures; she’s gorgeous with extremely long blonde hair, so I made a series of her posing as Lady Godiva.”
“In the nude and all?”
“Yes of course, else she wouldn’t be Lady Godiva, now would she?”
“I’d love to get pictures of my wife like that, but I don’t ride. She does though. Come to think of it, why don’t we make a deal? I do love this camera and I would love to get pictures of my wife in the nude on horseback, but unfortunately, it’s not only that I cannot ride, but I’m actually afraid of horses. So I’ve got a proposal for you: I’ll buy your expensive camera on condition that you go riding with my wife and take photos of her in the nude on horseback with this camera - deal?”
“How are you going to convince your wife to go riding with a total stranger, not to mention that he will want to take pictures of her in the nude.”
“Let me worry about that, besides she knows you -, after all, we do live in the same village and all shop owners know each other.”
“Oh, you think of yourself as a shop owner then?”
“A garage is a shop really, and talking about that I don’t think I have the pleasure of your custom?”
“I’m afraid not. Even though I worked for the European branch of GM, it doesn't mean I like their cars.”
“You don’t?”
“Not so much; I drive electric, and the Chevrolet Volt or its European counterpart, the Opel Ampera wasn’t an immediate success. Firstly, they’re hybrid with only a range of 40 km in electric mode, then there was no personnel discount, and finally, there was a 4,000 Euro price difference between the two, with the cheaper Chevrolet only distributed by 4 dealerships in Belgium, and the closest is 80 km away from here.
So I’m sorry Dave, but, I drive a Nissan Leaf now, 100% electric with a range of 260 km in summer and 200 in winter, which allows me to go everywhere I want or need and as an added bonus, I can use it even as a home battery.”
“OK, I see I can’t convince you to buy a Chevy then, even if I buy your camera?”
“Nope, but you could definitely convince me to go riding with your wife though when you buy it…”
“OK deal; when do you think you can go with her? She rides every Sunday.”
“Where does she ride?”
“The local stables.”
“That’s where I rode with Dawn, the girl I need to call, but we rode on a Monday, so it’s unlikely I’ve met your wife. Maybe Dawn knows her though, I’ll ask.”
“If you decide to go riding tomorrow with Dawn, Hellen will be there, I’ll tell her to look out for you, maybe you can have a drink together afterward.”
“A chat maybe, perhaps not a drink at this stage? I’ll be there with Dawn after all and I’ve learned in the past it’s not good to mix up one’s female acquaintances!”
“You may be right there, though a chat would be nice to break the ice for future adventures. Before I forget, Hellen is 38, has brown hair, and is a bit of a looker if I may say so. I’ll give her a cock and bull story that I first want to see pictures taken with this camera before I buy it and that you offered to take them. It’ll be up to you then to convince her she would be the ideal subject for nude pictures. It will probably not be too hard to convince her to shed some of her clothes once you are photographing her, but that is part of our deal: I want nude pictures, preferably on horseback, of her.”
“OK, I’ll keep you posted on the progress I make. I’ll call you Monday.”
That said, Dave left with a big smile on his face, convinced I would come through on the deal. Well, I had to as I definitely wanted him to buy that camera. I made sure he wouldn't double-cross me, I’ll only give him the pictures if and when he finally buys the thing. Time to call Dawn and find out where the fire is.
“Hi Dawn eet is I, Leclerc! (I couldn’t resist using that catchphrase from one of the characters in the British comedy series ‘Allo Allo’), what can I do for you?”
Responding, she went straight into the character of Michelle from the resistance, speaking with a French accent, as I did “Liiisen carefully, I will say zis only once… when can you come to ride me…euh ride wizz me that is.”
“No worries dear, I like both options, ride you or ride with you.”
“I bet you do, no seriously, do you have anything planned for tomorrow morning? The weather should be nice?”
“No, I’m free. as Mister Humphries always used to be in the British comedy series ‘’Are you being served?’ Would you like to go riding tomorrow?”
“Yes please, it’s been ages and you promised you would.”
“But of course, I will, a promise is a promise, but did you know I was away for a few weeks on a trip.”
“No, I didn’t, do tell.”
“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow then.”
“One more thing, would you mind if someone else tags along?”
“Depends on who this someone is, anybody I know? Don’t tell me you have a boyfriend.”
“Nothing of the sort, but there is this woman I got to know at the stables and she always has to ride alone. Her husband is afraid of horses and she asked if she could join us.”
“Her name wouldn't happen to be Hellen would it?”
“Yes, do you know her?”
“No, but I do know her husband Dave, the one afraid of horses, and he wants me to go riding with her.”
“Where do you know him from? Did you buy a car from him?”
“No, actually I’m hoping he’ll become one of my customers; he was the one I was talking to when you called earlier.
“Small world isn’t it?”
“Yes, so I have no problem at all if she comes along.”
“Great, see you at ten tomorrow at the stables then.”
The next day, when I drove up to the stables the girls were already waiting for me; they had even saddled the horse I was supposed to ride.
“Good morning ladies,” I said with a big smile, shaking Dawn’s hand, “you must be Hellen?” I said, turning to the woman standing next to Dawn and taking her hand in mine as well. I must admit that Dave was right about his wife being a looker: she was stunning, though totally different from Dawn, a bit older but if they wanted to they could easily pass for sisters. In contrast with Dawn, she had lush brown curls framing her very beautiful face, a cute, ever so slightly upturned, nose with below it, full, extremely kissable lips with just a hint of lipstick. She had a strong chin with a small indentation, I wouldn’t call it a dimple, but still, there was something there.
Casting my eyes quickly lower I saw a white blouse filled nicely with perfectly sized boobs, with just a hint of her nipples showing. Her ass and legs were encased in tight-fitting, black riding pants with below, what looked like expensive leather boots. She was suggestively holding a riding crop, which I would have loved to take away from her and apply to her cute bottom. Who knows, maybe sometime later or when the two of us would go riding together for the photo session.
“Hello Lew, yes, I’m Hellen,” she said with a voice oozing sex, well at least in my opinion, but maybe I’m biased…
“Nice to make your acquaintance Hellen, Dawn told me you would be riding with us today.”
“It’s a really funny coincidence, as when my husband came home yesterday he told me about you, and that you ride and wouldn’t mind going riding with me one day, and here we are.”
“Yes indeed, I hope he told you about the camera he wants to buy and the conditions attached to the purchase?”
“He did, but I prefer to have a photo session another day, while today we enjoy the ride and the nice weather.”
“Absolutely ladies, OK who’s taking the lead?”
“Don’t you want to take the lead Lew? Hellen asked.”
“I always like to leave that to the horses. They always seem to have their own order and if you don’t abide by that you could end up in a lot of trouble.”
“You really know how to ride, I’m pleasantly surprised,” Hellen interjected.
“I rode a lot when I was younger so yes I know a thing or two. I think your horse wants to lead. Your own is it?”
“Yes I’ve ridden Burley for a lot of years and she’s a big teddy bear, but has a will of her own when it comes to the riding order.”
“It looks like I’ll carry the red light, as Dawn’s horse wants to get close to your Burley, let’s ride.”
And off we went, first walking and then switching to a trot until we arrived at a wide path in the reserve and went into a gallop. It was great fun and the hour was gone before we realized it. Hellen could of course ride as long as she wanted, but Dawn and I had rented the horses only for an hour.
Hellen being a good sport joined us in the bar for a drink after untacking Burley and giving her a treat. We had done the same giving both rented horses a carrot and an apple, topping it off with a Polo mint they love, to improve their breath I always say. After the drinks, we said our goodbyes, but not before Hellen had talked me into riding with her again the next day. Dawn couldn’t join us as she had something on at work, so that worked out very nicely for the potential sale of my camera.
Dawn and I had lunch, together, so I took the opportunity to broach the other ride she willingly (or unwillingly) asked for.
“How about the ride you mistakenly proposed during your call; the one you bet I would be interested in?”
“That’s an option yes, but after this morning’s ride, would you still feel up to it?”
“I might be interested given the right incentive.”
“And what incentive would that be?”
“How about you surrender completely to me? I was told by a friend that women sometimes fantasize about being dominated.”
“I could go for that, your place or mine?”
“How about yours, I’ve never been there, but shouldn’t we first agree on how to tackle this?”
“Why, what do you have in mind?”
“I would like to tie you up, so I need some stuff unless you have cuffs and ropes and things to tenderize you with?”
“Tenderize me with, how can you tenderize me? I’m already a very tender girl.”
“I mean your meat dear. You know the more you beat meat the more tender it gets.”
“Wow, that’s heavy, I’ve never done anything like that, so I’m not sure if I would like it. I have heard my parents talk about it - they would like to go to this BDSM club of yours.”
“Would they now, but let’s get one thing straight, it’s not my BDSM club, it’s Tanja’s, I’m only the landlord and the photographer. You can tell your parents there is an open house evening every first Saturday of the month if they want to come. I’ll introduce them if they so wish.”
“Well I don’t have any cuffs or ropes and certainly no meat tenderizing equipment, so how do we go about it?”
“You know what, give me the address. I’ll pick up some stuff at my place and join you a bit later; maybe we can do some role play, with you asleep, preferably in the nude, while I pretend to break in, tie you up, and ravish you.”
“Will you be gentle though?”
“There may well be some rough stuff involved, but don’t worry I won’t mark your body in any permanent way. You may suffer some pain, but only with the purpose of heightening your pleasure; please trust me, I’ve had some lessons on this from Tanja and some other doms in the club.”
“OK, I trust you, see you in about half an hour then?”
“Give or take yes.”
Dawn got in her car and drove off, while I did the same to pick up what I thought I would need for some BDSM play with her.
Arriving home Dawn decided to take a quick shower to wash away the dirt and sweat from the ride, but then she started thinking about what she’d committed to.
“What have I done, how well do I know this Lew? OK I had a smashing first ride with him when he took the photos and we had fantastic sex, something I’d never experienced before in my life, but now total surrender? Maybe I was far too hasty in agreeing to this. On the other hand, when we were riding that day, we were in a very deserted area; he could have taken advantage of me but he didn’t, he was considerate and gave me a couple of great orgasms, maybe I shouldn’t think too much about this and see what happens? If it's anything like the first occasion, I’m in for a great time. If it turns out he is a rapist, I’ll make sure he doesn’t do it again, I think I could handle him. Don’t over-think this Dawn, just go with the flow, he won’t risk harming you, I simply don’t think he has it in him to harm women.”
After the shower, Dawn dried herself and went to bed in the nude as we’d agreed. A little over half an hour after we left the riding stables I parked my car in front of her apartment building and went inside with my sports bag. I had picked up that idea from Mel, he was always dragging along his sports bag with his equipment. Getting in the building was easy, you just press a few bells and there is bound to be someone who presses the button to open the front door without even asking who’s there.
I found the door to her apartment unlocked and snuck in, being as quiet as possible. For added drama, I wore a balaclava. The door to the bedroom was ajar, so that was easy to find. As agreed, she was pretending to be asleep, and was lying naked on the big four-poster bed, without any covers. The type of bed she had was ideal to restrain her.
“Although he was very quiet, I heard him coming, he was standing in the doorway, probably looking at me, I felt my pussy getting moist, knowing he was looking at my naked body again.”
I ran my eyes over her naked body lying fully exposed, then holding the handcuffs ready, jumped on the bed, grabbed her hands, and immobilized her arms with my knees. This gave me ample time to secure the cuffs on her wrists and attach ropes, to them.
“But is this really Lew? I can’t see very well. The person on top of me is wearing a balaclava, but I think I recognize Lew’s eyes. What is he doing to me? Jeez he’s really going to bind me - I’m not sure I can go through with this.”
She actually put up some sort of fight, trying to kick me to make it look real for both of us, I guessed but she couldn‘t reach me with her feet. Sitting astride her, I quickly attached the cuffs to the posts at the head of the bed, spreading her arms. Now came the hard part, cuffing her legs, but before she could try to kick me, which she was desperately trying to do, I turned around and sat on her thighs putting an end to her squirming and kicking. The cuffs were quickly attached to her ankles and tied to the posts at the foot of the bed with ropes, placing her in a perfect spread-eagle position, totally at my disposal to do with her what I wish. She started to protest.
“Do I need to gag you as well young lady, or will you behave?” I asked with a stern voice.
“Oh my God it is really Lew, I recognize his voice, so I better play along and humor him.” She stayed in character and looked at me with big frightened eyes stammering, “No sir I’ll behave, please don’t hurt me.”
“I’m just going to have some fun with you dear, but you will remain silent from now on, not like you just did, and for that, I’ll have to punish you. Making any sound will increase the punishment, so keep silent unless I instruct you to say something. Am I making myself clear?” As I thought the effect of the balaclava had worn off by now, I removed it.
“Yes sir,” was all she dared to say.
The first thing I wanted to do was tickle her, so I proceeded to tickle along the inside of her arms, quickly arriving at that traditionally very ticklish spot, her armpits, which I profusely handled with my fingers making her squirm and giggle. I then moved on over her ribcage, avoiding her boobs, to those other very ticklish spots at her waist, which was next on my torture list. I kept the best part for last, her feet: she went absolutely berserk when I tickled the underside of her feet.
“Oh no this is unbearable, I must tell him to stop, my stomach hurts so much from laughing.”
“Please stop, I can’t take it anymore…”
“How dare you protest, I told you to keep quiet, I’ll have to punish you for disobeying.”
“What is he going to do next? What else has he got in that bag I saw him carry in?”
I went into my sports bag and drew out a cat-o-nine tails flogger, swishing it in the air with a lot of show. I laid it over her naked body and dragged it along, making her shiver in anticipation. Then I started swirling it, coming closer and closer to her stomach, which she pulled in as far as she could, driving her butt into the mattress and making herself even more beautiful than she already was. Due to this move, her boobs were thrust forward in the most enticing way.
It was so tempting to move the flogger up towards her boobs instead of her tummy, but I restrained myself, sticking to my original plan to tickle her abdomen with the leather straps of the flogger. When I finally made contact, I saw her pressing her lips tightly together, trying very hard to remain silent. After I’d made contact a few times she relaxed her lips, slowly turning them into a small tentative smile.
“This doesn’t hurt as much as I thought after all; it even feels rather arousing.”
“Is this what you expected?”
“No sir,” she replied, not saying more - afraid of more punishment I guess.
Then I hit her harder, she flinched but remained silent. I moved the swirling straps in the direction of her mound and begin hitting her pussy ever so lightly. She gave a tentative, almost inaudible moan. Then I hit harder. She shuddered and I saw her pussy welling, she did yelp though.
“What did I tell you?”
“To remain quiet, sir.”
“You just earned yourself ten lashes across your boobs, count them and thank me after each one, but first I’ll get your nipps to stand out to make it more interesting for you. I began just grazing her nipples with the leather thongs a few times.”
“Oh my God, this is going to hurt, I’d better brace myself.”
I hit her boobs, slightly harder than I had her stomach before and she responded.
“1, thank you, sir.”
To confuse her I hit her 3 times in rapid succession.
“2, 3…sir…thank you, sir” she stammered.
“You forgot one, I will need to start over.”
“Please no sir, I’ll do it correctly from now on.”
To make it a bit easier for her I hit her in a steady rhythm and she continued counting correctly as promised. After that, I put the flogger down and ran my hands over her boobs, her abdomen, and her pussy. When touching her boobs, I felt her nipples had pebbled nicely, so I couldn’t resist giving them a pinch, resulting again in an almost inaudible moan which I gladly overlooked, after all, I wanted her to derive pleasure from this treatment.
To put us on a more even keel, I took off my shirt and shoes. I saw her pussy releasing more of her juices, so I opened up the lips, slipping a finger inside to test her degree of wetness. After giving her boobs and tummy all my attention I took out two riding crops. One was long and flexible with a thin elongated flexible tongue, while the other, was shorter and stiffer with a shorter but wider tongue. Testing both of them on the palm of my hand, first with a light tap then by a serious flick that stung, she looked at me with fearful eyes. I smiled down at her and traced it over her cheeks, she gasped and I could see her think when I asked,
“Which one shall I choose?”
“Why is he asking me? None, of course, I’m not a horse. I know this is going to sting, maybe I should protest, but then maybe if I do, who knows how many times he’ll hit me then?”
She remained silent, and I swished the flexible crop in the air just for show, the sound is far worse than the actual sting it produces on the body. To get her in the mood I traced it between her boobs before flicking the tongue across her nipples, sending both pleasure and pain down to her core, then quickly hitting her pussy, unexpectedly hard, increasing the effect. Trying very hard not to, she nevertheless screamed, so I hit her again for good measure.
Her pussy was quickly pinking up with her clit peaking from between its folds. It was so enticingly displayed I couldn’t resist giving it a quick peck with my lips and tongue. That resulted in a contented moan, I was curious to learn a bit more about her so I decided to leave her on her own for a while and left the bedroom to explore her apartment. Looking back I saw she had her eyes closed.
“Oh please continue, I love it…where did he go? Is he going to leave me like this? Shall I risk punishment when I ask where he’s gone, or shall I wait? Maybe he just went for a pee…”
Wandering around the small apartment I ended up in the living room/kitchen, I wondered what she had in the fridge. The content of a fridge can tell you a lot about a person, how they live, and what they eat or drink, so I opened the door and took a peek inside. Nothing special, some organic food, very good Dawn, working on a healthy lifestyle, trying to keep your figure, but there was one thing that drew my attention, a spray can of whipped cream, one of my favorite toys. I wondered if the freezer part of the fridge would contain ice cream - it did, vanilla.
Wonderful, that gave me an idea of how to surprise her, but first I needed to blindfold her so she couldn't see what I was doing. I quickly returned to the bedroom, she looked at me questioningly, but also seemed a bit reassured I hadn’t left. Pulling out a blindfold from my bag I proceeded to fasten it over her eyes. I heard her mumble something between her teeth.
“Did I hear you say something?” I asked with a stern voice.
“No sir but why are you blindfolding me?”
“That is for me to know and for you to experience,” I quickly replied, while she remained silent. After a quick dash to the kitchen, I brought the ice cream and whipped cream can with me. Opening the box of ice cream I scooped out a small portion with a spoon and dropped it on her stomach. She screamed in surprise.
“Stay silent!”
I saw her shiver, it couldn’t be from the cold, the portion of ice cream on her belly was far too small, it quickly started to melt, resulting in a few small rivulets of melted ice cream going down her side, I quickly licked all of it up. I put another spoonful directly on her clit, again she screamed, not so loud this time, and when it started to melt I first smeared it all over her snatch before I licked it off.
Then I picked up the whipped cream and sprayed a dollop on both of her boobs. No scream this time, but a sigh, I think she was catching on to what was happening. Being an ice-cream-o-holic I sucked the cream off of her teats, giving away what was happening, so no more need to keep her blindfolded. When I removed the blindfold she looked at me again with big eyes as if saying
“I knew what you were doing.”
High time to make a feast out of this and I went to work with the whipped cream, decorating her body like a Christmas cake, first on her lips, which I immediately kissed, sharing the cream with her, then nice little circles around her nipples and navel. Her pussy I sprayed as I would have with shaving cream, then I proceeded to systematically lick the cream off her hot body, keeping her pussy for last. She moaned constantly, alternating with little whimpers of pleasure.
After I had cleaned her up I returned the ice cream and whipped cream to the kitchen and stowed it safely away in the fridge and freezer. Upon my return, I looked at her sternly and asked, “Will you behave when I untie you slave?”
“I will Master,” she replied demurely.
Undoing the ropes with which she was tied spread-eagled to the four posts of the bed, I instructed her to stand up and face the the right-hand corner post. Picking up the ropes attached to the cuffs of her hands, I tied them high up to the top of the bedpost and ordered her to spread her legs and stick her bum out, which she quickly did.
“Oh no, not my ass please.”
After the licking sessions on her front, it was time to resume the spanking. Now I could concentrate on her enticing bottom, or should I start with her back, difficult choice. I decided to go for her back first so I picked up one of the floggers again and proceeded to tan her back, slowly at first, just grazing it with the leather thongs. Small pink marks began to appear on her naked back, getting bigger as I went along and increased the force with which I was flogging her. I also sometimes hit the side of her body grazing the side of her boobs in the process.
When her back had turned seriously pink I moved my attention to the two glorious orbs of her butt giving them a similar treatment, slowly pinking them up, hitting harder and harder until they looked a nice darker pink. Dawn was moaning and whimpering the whole time, sometimes a bit louder when I hit her harder, especially when I hit her between the legs, the tips of the flogger directly hitting her pussy lips and clit.
Now that she was nicely warmed up, I turned her around, her arms still attached to the top of the bedpost but now facing me. I slowly unzipped my pants and freed my hard cock from its jeans prison. As if drawn by a magnet it pointed directly at her cunt, eager to enter her hot folds, but that had to wait, though I did remove my jeans completely to allow myself more freedom.
“Please fuck me, Lew, stick your glorious dick deep in my needy pussy.”
With her arms in the air, her boobs were beautifully displayed, begging for attention, so I took one nipple in my mouth and started sucking on it, while I put a finger in her cunt. She immediately responded, opening her legs wider and giving me easy access. Once the nipple was nice and hard I pulled out a nipple clamp from my sports bag sitting on the bed. I had brought simple wooden clothespins, I had tried them on my own nipples a few weeks ago to feel how hard they stung.
It was a medium-hard pinch, but nothing like the adjustable ones or Japanese clover clamps, or even the very painful tit tuggers. At first, when I put them on, her face contorted, feeling the pinch, but quickly after she sighed, the pain now increasing her pleasure, sending small electric-like jolts directly to her clit. I dropped to my knees, facing her oh-so-tasty bald pussy, and gave it a kiss, resulting in a moan.
My hands moved upwards, starting from her waist, where I again began to tickle her, drawing the back of my nails over the side of her ribcage all the way up to her armpits, teasing her again and again and making her squirm and giggle. Being in a kneeling position as high up as I could get, and proving that whoever said that men can’t do two things at the same time was wrong, I was at the same time munching on her clit and licking her wet hole. I could almost hear her think, “Oh yes, keep going, make me cum…”, which I had every intention of doing.
The whimpers of pleasure erupting from her lips, combined with the shivers running through her body gave me a good indication of where she was on her rising orgasmic scale: she was rapidly approaching the crest of her climax. All of a sudden she arched her back, as far as she could with her hands still tied up high on the bedpost, pushing her pussy hard against my mouth.
She howled like a cat in heat as if trying to get my tongue deeper in her than was humanly possible. To intensify the feeling for her, I quickly removed the clothespins from her nipples which I knew would give her a jolt of pain, as the blood returned to her nipps. The sting from her tits went straight into her core and made her tumble over the crest into total oblivion, filling my mouth and spraying my face with her glorious girly juices.
I swallowed hard, trying to stay alive and not drown while savoring the tangy-sweet flavor of her excretions. I kept on working her clit with my tongue making her orgasm last that bit longer, trying to make it unique.
After the howling, her mouth stayed wide open with nothing but air coming out, then she went completely limp. I quickly got back up to remove the restraints from her hands so she could lay gently on her back on the bed. A few last orgasmic shivers ran through her. It took her the better part of ten minutes to come back to the world of the living, a big smile on her face.
“Can I speak now?” she asked shyly.
“Yes you can, was it what you expected it to be? Or was it disappointing?”
“It was more than I expected, it was heavenly, thank you, that was the best orgasm I’ve had for months.”
I joined her on the bed, taking her tenderly into my arms, her head on my chest, with her beautiful long hair tickling me all over, almost covering me like a blanket. After a while, she lifted her head and looked at me.
“What about you? I still feel a hard thing pushing against my thigh, shall I take care of it?”
“Only if you feel up to it.”
“Oh yes, I want to feel this thing in me, I want you to fill me with your hot cum.”
She jumped up and took a position on all fours sticking out her enticing ass invitingly to me. That was all the encouragement I needed to move behind her to play doggy, the only question remaining, where do I stick it, front door or back door? Better leave it up to her to decide.
“Front or back?”
“Lubricate in the front and then over to the back please,” she replied, “I love to feel your gorgeous cock in my ass”.
“Your wish is my command.”
Her pussy was so wet that I entered her to the hilt in one go. Sliding out and in again worked like a dream, and my cock was quickly and totally lubed up for the requested backdoor adventures. Leaning over her I slid my dick out of her hot pussy and pushed it firmly, deep into her ass.
I grabbed her boobs, first with my full palm, then took the nipples between thumb and index and pulled at them milking her and rekindling the pain I expected to be still lingering there from the nipple clamps I had used before. She worked my cock hard with her ass muscles, squeezing it, trying to keep it inside when I pulled out, and then making it hard again to push back in.
With all the friction I was getting it was hard to keep my orgasm at bay, but I wanted her to have one together with me. The only way I could try to achieve that was by frigging her pussy with my hands, which I began to do as soon as I had released her boobs letting them swing freely under her naked body. With a few fingers of one hand inside her snatch and the other mauling her clit I heard her breathing and moaning increase with her arousal. She confirmed it by voicing her feelings.
“Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, give me your cum, I want all of your cum in my ass, fuck yes, yes I’m cumming, I’m cuuuuuuuummmmming, AAAAAHHH!”
That was all I needed to cum, filling her bowels with my sticky hot jizz, squirting 1, 2, 3, 4, times hard, far more than what I can usually produce. It must be the Master/sub games we had played, or the whipped cream I had licked off her hot naked body.
She fell on her stomach on the bed with me still inside her. I couldn’t bring myself to roll off of her immediately, so remained laying on her back. She didn’t protest, in fact, she uttered satisfied noises. After a few minutes, I felt her stir under me, trying to turn to face me, so I helped by lifting my weight off her. She looked at me through orgasm glazed eyes with a big smile on her face, totally sated.
“That was awesome, I loved every minute of it, we should do this roll-play thing again sometime soon.”
“Admit that at first, you were afraid.”
“Yes I was, with you wearing that balaclava, that was rather frightening.”
“That’s the whole point darling, to make it as lifelike as possible, else there is no point, did you like the flogging though?”
“Yes, and when you removed the nipple clamps I orgasmed as I’ve never done before, I’m certainly going to try that when I masturbate, and the ice cream whipped cream combination- was masterful, especially with the blindfold added.”
“That’s the right word indeed ‘Master’, next time, if there is a next time…”
“Absolutely, I want to experience more pleeease!”
“OK.”
“And please don’t take as long as you did between our riding sessions.”
“No, I promise I’ll come back to you sooner than you may expect, I might even surprise you one evening, now that I know where you live.”
“Oh yes, I’d love that, and when you come I’ll be the obedient sub.”
“Great, but for now, get some rest. I’m going home as I’ve got another riding session tomorrow with Hellen, remember?”
“Yes, are you going to photograph her in the nude as you did me?”
“That’s the whole point, I’m trying to convince her husband to buy this camera, and that was one of the requirements to clinch the deal.”
“Yes, Hellen mentioned something about her husband being afraid of horses but wanting pictures of her in the nude on horseback or with a horse, just like mine.”
“Did you show them to her?”
“Yes I did, we are friends after all, and I mentioned some other stuff as well.”
“What stuff?”
“About you making love to me on the horse and how good you are at pussy eating.”
“Dawn! That was just between you and me, you don’t go sharing that information with just anybody.”
“Sorry, but us girls, just like you guys, do talk about sex sometimes and give each other useful information.”
“What do you mean with useful information?”
“Well, for example, when we meet someone good at making us cum in an extraordinary way, and what you did was definitely extraordinary, wasn’t it?”
“I don’t know, it was sort of a spur of the moment thing, I’m not even sure I would be able to repeat it, but thanks for the heads up, now I know what I might expect tomorrow, but for now I’m going home to get some shut-eye, so bye Dawn, and see you soon,” I said with a wink.
I had a quiet evening, enjoying a good glass of Burgundy with a cheese sandwich. That’s something I learned from one of my grandfathers, who was a customs officer, he always used to say “All you need for a good meal is a bottle of Burgundy and some cheese.”
The next morning I was up bright and early to let Petra in; she showed up like clockwork every Monday to clean. She reminded me of our wager and the two-hour submission session she owed me as a result of that. I told her I was working on it together with Bethany.
“Why Bethany, what has she got to do with it?” she asked.
“Bethany has a request from Tanja to produce some paintings of BDSM scenes for the club and I’m thinking of combining our sessions with Beth’s painting.”
“I’ll be in the paintings then?”
“Yes and no, you will probably be unrecognizable, well your face at least, your body might be on full display. We’ll discuss it together when the time is ripe, but for now, I’m sorry I must dash.”
Around 9:30 I left to go to the riding stables for my appointment with Hellen. I had the Hasselblad camera with me with a bunch of memory cards and a few extra batteries. Hellen was already waiting for me, together with her husband Dave, though they were well away from the horses.
“Hello Lew, had a nice lunch with Dawn yesterday?”
“Certainly, I think I slightly broadened Dawn’s horizons.”
“Did you now, you must tell me all about it during our ride, shall we proceed?”
“OK, which horse do I get?”
“The same one as yesterday, Uriel.”
“Lovely, she is so soft, it’s like sitting on a sofa when I ride her.”
“We’re off then dear,” Hellen said to her husband, “you don’t have to wait and stay around these horrible animals, we might be a while as I booked Lew’s horse for two hours. We may possibly have a drink afterwards or even lunch and Lew you’ll be a dear and take me home won’t you?”
“Euh, of course, I’ll have to take the camera to Dave anyway.”
“Excellent, let’s do this.”
Hellen got up and left her husband sitting where he was, I followed her to the stables, where our horses were already being saddled by one of the stable hands.
“Shall I take the lead, like yesterday?” she asked.
“Fine by me.”
“Dawn told me about this very quiet spot where you took pictures of her as Lady Godiva. How about we go there if that’s OK with you?”
“Looks like we have a plan.”
We set off slowly as we had the day before, before switching into a trot after a while. Hellen looked ravishing, a nice white blouse again, but as far as I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, so I guessed she’d come prepared for an interesting photo shoot. Her black riding pants were like a second skin, and completed with a pair of black riding boots; no spurs I noticed, so she was a considerate rider, loving her mount. After about 20 minutes, we arrived at the secluded spot we were looking for.
“This is indeed a very nice spot; although I’ve been riding for many years in this area, I would never have found it if Dawn hadn’t explained how to get here.”
“She never brought you here then?”
“No, we never needed to be in such a secluded place.”
“And do you think there is a need now?”
“Maybe, you wanted to take photos of me with, and on the horse didn’t you?”
“Yes, but I can take those photos anywhere.”
“Maybe not the kind of photos you or my husband wishes that you take?”
“And what kind of photos would that be?”
She didn’t answer but, still seated on the horse, started to unbutton her blouse slowly. I could quickly see that she indeed wasn't wearing a bra. I jumped off Uriel and tied her to a tree next to a patch of juicy grass to keep her busy and contented, then I grabbed the camera from the bag I had over my shoulders. By the time I was ready, all the buttons of her blouse were undone giving me a breathtaking view of the enticing valley between her boobs, her abdomen, with a hint of her cute navel. I began shooting like crazy, circling the horse.
“How about you lose the blouse?” I ventured.
Without a word, she undid the buttons on the sleeves and pulled her blouse out of her black riding pants, sliding it behind her shoulders before completely removing it. I could now, for the first time admire her gorgeous naked upper body. She had boobs like a pair of traffic cones, sticking straight out of her chest with gorgeous puffy areolae and nipples. She was still holding the reins of the horse, thus more or less obscuring a full view.
“Why don’t you lean back and put your hands on the hindquarters of your horse?” I asked. She immediately obliged, resulting in a completely unobstructed view of her chest. When she sat up again she grabbed her boobs with both hands and sensuously stroked them, taking her nipples between thumb and index finger, slightly pulling them out. My cock immediately reacted, making photographing a bit difficult wearing my tight riding pants. “Stay down idiot, this is not the moment!” I thought.
“You care to dismount and take it a step further?” I ventured, not fully knowing what exactly Dawn had told her about our photo session here.
“OK, what do you have in mind?”
“Why don’t we try something without the saddle, I did that with Dawn when I photographed her.”
“You mean with me on top then and completely naked?”
“Euh yes, if you don’t mind?”
“God Dawn must have given her the full story, hopefully only about the photo portion and not the rest.”
“OK, would you mind unsaddling Burley for me, while I get in costume?”
“Sure.”
I proceeded to take the saddle off her horse but kept an eye on her as she got undressed. She started with her boots, removing them one by one, then it became interesting as she started to undo the button and zipper of her riding pants. She had turned her back to me, first revealing her enticing butt.
“Oh my God, she doesn’t have any underwear on at all, this girl really comes prepared!”
After peeling off her riding pants, (it looked like she was removing a second skin), she turned around, now totally naked in the sunshine. She didn’t have Dawn’s long hair, but her body was definitely as stunning. Seeing her legs for the first time was a revelation, I had rarely seen such beautiful legs on any woman I’d met, there seemed to be no end to them, and where they met she had the cutest patch of pubic hair ever.
I was wondering if she was a customer of Beth’s, the dark brown patch was artfully heart-shaped, the point of the heart ending just above where her clit was hiding under its hood. Her slit itself was hairless; was this done especially for me or did she keep it shaven or waxed at all times - I could only guess. It certainly looked good enough to eat.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked with a wink, “will I do as a model?”
“You definitely will dear, do you need a hand to get back on the horse?”
Not only was she gorgeous to look at, but she was also extremely fit, and grabbing the mane of the horse, she slung her right leg over its back and sat like Lady Godiva, minus the long hair. Her naked body proudly presented before my eyes. I began shooting away with, what hopefully soon, would be Dave’s new camera while talking to her.
“OK, so you don’t need a hand.”
“I might need one later or another part of you, but for now I’m fine, so take as many pictures as you want, I’m sure my husband told you what he would like.”
“He certainly did, but why don’t you let him take pictures of you in the nude?”
“He can take as many as he likes, though only on horseback, but since he’s afraid of horses he’s never been able to. I tried this way to convince him to overcome his fear but it didn’t work.”
“So why are you letting me take these pictures then?”
“I must admit I like to pose in the nude and I’ve always wanted photos of me naked on horseback, so when this opportunity presented itself, and with a professional photographer, I jumped at it. Dave can take nude pictures of me anywhere else with that new camera you’re going to sell him. I hope he will do a better job than with all the other cameras he bought before.”
“Maybe you should tell him that it’s not the camera that takes the picture, but the person operating the shutter.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do that as I won’t ever be able to convince him to go down on me.”
“Wow, that’s a bold revealing statement, where did that come from?”
She looked at me while she shifted both of her legs to the same side of the horse and then leaned all the way backward, her back arching over the horse's back. To keep her balance she had opened her legs and arms wide.
Looking at me she asked in the sexiest voice, “care to go ‘Dawn’ on me, mister photographer?”
“She told you about our horseplay, didn’t she?”
“Yes, she did and from what I heard, you are an expert pussy muncher.”
“But you’re a married woman.”
“So what, I don’t ask you to fuck me, not immediately anyway, besides having one’s pussy eaten is not cheating in my book, I can’t get pregnant that way, and I could help you sell that camera, please look upon it as a business transaction or a case of I’ll scratch your back if you scratch my pussy.”
“OK, point taken.” So I ask you what would you do if a stunning female presents herself on horseback in this fashion and wants to help you flog a very expensive camera to boot? I didn’t have to think twice but quickly put the camera down in a safe place, walked around the horse, and dove between her legs for a tasty mid-morning snack. Her pussy was a textbook example of what the perfect pussy should look like, the outer lips nicely keeping the inner ones hidden from immediate view.
When looking at it up close for the first time, as I did, it looked like a beautiful ripe plum with flawless skin with just a hint of dew on it. She smelled divine; this was very similar to sampling a glass of very expensive Burgundy when you have swirled it in the glass and take your first sniff, trying to discern all the different elements of her feminine aroma. And when you slide your tongue over the soft lips and take your first sip, letting it glide over your taste buds, you're immediately convinced that it will fulfill all of its promises, and it did.
I let my hands slide over the side of her sexy frame as if drawn by a magnet caressing her naked body, exploring every rib, on my way up to her irresistible soft boobs and pebbled nipples, kneading them like firm but yet so soft dough.
When I flicked my tongue against her lips they opened up like a flower giving me full access to her inner sanctum. Her juices were now beginning to flow profusely, releasing the full range of her tangy-honey-sweet taste, the first licks had promised. Her moaning confirmed she appreciated what I was doing to her glory station.
When I was done playing with her two glorious fun bags, I moved my efforts towards that magical place where her legs met and peeled open her pink oyster in search of her little pearl it concealed. I held it with my lips, pulling at it like I would her nipples, making it stand up and beg to be devoured, making her body burn in the throes of passion. I heard the sweetest whimpers of pleasure erupting from her soft lips, coming from the other side of the horse.
Burley began to show signs of arousal as well, he probably picked up on Hellen's musky womanly aroma, which he was not used to, at least I could only guess it was the first time she had had sex lying on top of her horse. By now her pussy was screaming in pleasure, dripping like a leaky faucet all over Burley’s pelt, and my face. I could feel her orgasm was slowly inching closer to boiling point as the tension inside her built up. To help her reach the ultimate goal I began fingering her pussy working my way up to 3 just starting with 1 finger teasing the elusive and mysterious G-spot
All of a sudden I felt her body starting to tense as she was clearly flying high on a cloud of rapture. She orgasmed as an incredible wave of sexual ecstasy ran through her body: there was a sharp intake of breath followed by a pregnant pause… it almost seemed like 9 months before she exhaled again and squealed like a banshee. This startled Burley, so I had to grab his headstall to calm him down, while a torrent of searing pleasure burned through her body causing it to convulse, wriggle and thrash on his back.
I tried to keep her orgasm going, sucking and nibbling on her magic little appendage while holding onto Burley’s headstall with one hand. Finally, she went limp, as the last sexual convulsions faded away and a few remaining spasms shot through her naked body. I helped her off the horse and held her tenderly in one arm until she came back to the land of the living keeping a firm grip on her horse. When I felt she was OK I tied Burley to another tree but with a similar patch of juicy grass to nibble on as Uriel.
“Now I understand why Dawn was so enthusiastic about her Lady Godiva experience, trying to convince me to try it out.”
“So you girls discussed this at length?”
“Yes we did; we share experiences like we share our bodies.”
“You mean you have sex with Dawn?”
“Yes I do, when I first met her I was sex-starved: with a lot of luck, Dave and I have sex once per month these days. We used to fuck like rabbits in the beginning when we got together, but strictly in the missionary position, Dave grew up in a deeply Catholic family, you have sex to procreate, and he wanted kids, lots of them but since that didn’t work, as I can’t have any, over the years it dwindled down to a daily peck on the cheek and an occasional roll in the hay. If my memory serves me right, the last time we had sex was more than 6 weeks ago, and that lasted for about 10 minutes, you know still the classic missionary variety, bang, bang, was it good for you, dear? And done.”
“You poor thing, my heart bleeds for you,” I said with a chuckle.
“This is no joke Lew, believe me, they should make that grounds for divorce.”
“You are so right, but still he wants to photograph you in the nude - how does that fit?”
“Oh he loves it when I walk around the house naked; he follows me like a puppy, his eyes popping out and drooling, but that’s it, no action. I’ve tried everything, but I can’t get a rise out of him. I’d be even happy now if it was only missionary because that’s the only thing he ever wanted to do, but I want to live, I want new experiences. I’ve got a long bucket list and Dawn was the first one I experienced.”
“But, you mean, he can’t even get it up anymore?”
“I don’t know, as I said the last time I saw his junk was more than 6 weeks ago…but now that you mention it, it took me ages to get him hard, my jaw was so tired trying to suck him into life. That’s the only sexual act he agrees to aside from the missionary thing, so yes maybe you could be right about his inability to get an erection, maybe I should have him checked by a doctor.”
“Men can develop prostate problems once they get past 45, does he get up a lot at night to pee?”
“Now that you mention it, yes he does.”
“That’s usually a good indicator something is going wrong, I started taking phytotherapy drops when I turned 40 and take them every day, and so far, fingers crossed, everything is still functioning properly.”
“Yeah, so I heard from Dawn.”
“You shouldn’t listen to such gossip.”
“How about some proof that it’s not gossip mister?”
As usual, I was still totally dressed and Hellen was buck naked, so she began tugging at my clothes, almost ripping my shirt off my back and frantically tugging at my riding pants. She managed to strip me down to my skin in just a few minutes, after which she grabbed my cock, which was semi-erect from fondling and licking her of course, she dropped to her knees in the grass and began licking the head, savoring the drops of pre-cum that started to appear. Soon she had my cock deep in her mouth, giving it the kiss of life? To life, it came, very quickly becoming hard as a fence post. After a while, she leaned back and admired her handy work.
“Now I want you to do another one of your tricks you performed on Dawn.”
“What could that be?”
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
“What is it with you women always wanting to be fucked in the ass?”
“I’ve never done it, well not with a live cock anyway.”
“What did you do then use a vibrator or a dildo?”
“A dildo actually, one that Dawn was wearing.”
“You mean Dawn fucked your ass with a strapon?”
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?”
“Absolutely not, but I didn’t know Dawn was bi and I didn’t expect you to be.”
“What’s a girl to do when her husband almost doesn’t fuck her anymore?”
“Yeah maybe you’re right, but first I want to fuck you're pussy for both our enjoyment and for lubrication - unless you brought some lubricant with you?”
“I knew I’d forgotten something...” she said with a chuckle and quickly braced herself against a tree, legs wide open, enticingly sticking her butt out. I moved behind her, and grabbing her hips I planted my dick directly into her still extremely wet snatch and started pumping away.
“Oh my God this feels so good, there’s nothing like having a live cock in your cunt, pump me, oh yes pump me.”
That was exactly what I did for the next 10 minutes, lubricating my cock for the real challenge, ravishing her back passage. She felt so tight, I guess due to the lack of regular sex with her husband. My hands traveled constantly between her hips, abdomen, and tits with an occasional move to her shoulders to push as deep as I could into her hot quivering hole. Mutual moans were escaping our lips alternated with the sweetest whimpers purely from her lips.
“This tree is beginning to look boring,” she said trying to turn around. She pulled free, and I had barely time to grab her ass to support her when she jumped up and crossed her legs behind my back impaling herself again on my steel rod. I turned around and sought some support against the trunk of the tree she had been admiring for the past 10 minutes, lucky for me it was a smooth trunk, or else my back would have been torn to shreds. 5 minutes in this position wore me completely out, and I had to let her down.
That was her cue to turn around again, bend over, and open her buttocks wide with her hands giving me easy access to her cute brown star. As my cock was now well lubricated I could relatively easily slide into her tight ass holding onto her hips, although at first when I knocked at her back door it stayed well-closed, her sphincter didn’t budge an inch denying me entry.
After I insisted by increasing the pressure it began to give way, finally allowing the head of my cock to pop in but quickly closing again after that, trapping just the glans inside. I could not allow that tight ring of muscles to defeat me so I kept up the pressure and started inch after delicious inch sliding inside until I was fully inserted, after which I began pumping away.
In the end, fucking is easy, you stick your cock in one of the various female holes and start pumping away, the trick, of course, is to keep pressing in all the right places while you stay rock hard and that’s where a lot of guys lose points. I got an A+ when I was training with Alicia so many years ago.
“Oh yes this is heaven, a real live piece of man meat in my ass, give it to me baby.”
Anything to please a damsel in distress is one of my mottos, so I kept the in-out movement going at full speed. As she kept me inside with the power of her sphincter when I tried to move out, I could let go of her hips and have some fun with her swinging boobs. The effect was immediate, she began to twist and hiss holding tight onto the tree in front of her and pushing her butt into me when I slid in.
She made me go deeper than I ever had before in any female ass I had had the opportunity of pleasuring. Unfortunately, even with my A+, I felt the tension build up inside me, just like hers. The moans grew louder alternating with growling and grumbling deep in her throat. From my movements, she felt I was near the top, but she was slightly ahead of me as all of a sudden the dam broke and she began shaking and shivering, howling like a wild cat in heat.
I wanted it to go on a bit longer for her so I concentrated on all kinds of non-sexual things. When her orgasm had run its course, she turned her face to me, checking if I was about to cum, and saw how concentrated I was on holding out.
“Lew, can you hold it a bit longer? I want to experience something else I’ve never done before.”
With a constricted voice I replied, “What did you have in mind? But please make it quick.”
“Can you please cum in my mouth? I’ve never tasted cum.”
“Are you prepared to do that when I’ve been in your ass?”
“That’s no problem I cleaned before we went riding.”
I pulled out of her tight asshole and she turned around in flash taking my cock deep into her mouth…and I came immediately squirting what felt like gallons of hot cum down her throat, she was unsuccessful in keeping it all in her mouth: some dripped out of the sides, over her chin and slid down her tits. I saw her swirling it around in her mouth as if she was tasting the most expensive wine and she only swallowed when she was clear on what it tasted like.
“That’s nice, I can understand why some women like it and others abhor the taste, I’m one of the first category I guess, I love it.”
“You never gave Dave a blowjob and let him cum in your mouth?”
“No, strictly missionary remember: sperm is only meant for making babies, not for enjoying.”
“Is that why you like to go down on a woman as well, because of the taste?”
“That’s one of the reasons, I also like the feeling of my tongue going around a pussy and to feel a clit grow in the process.”
“Have you ever tasted your own pussy?”
“Yes that’s one of the things I experienced with Dawn, I tasted hers and she let me taste mine, that’s when I decided I wanted to taste male cum as well.”
“Coming back to your remark about cleaning yourself when I moved from your ass to your mouth, I guess that was also Dawn’s doing to teach you that?”
“Yes, I learned a lot from that girl.”
“So this morning, when I presume you cleaned yourself, you had already decided I was going to fuck you in your ass and then cum in your mouth afterwards?”
“Yes and no, a lot depended on how long you could last before shooting your spunk, if I’d have tried that with Dave, it would never have worked, even if he had wanted to fuck my ass, he wouldn’t have lasted long enough to even make me cum, thank you for giving me all this pleasure Lew.”
“You’re welcome darling, but thank you for providing this gorgeous body of yours to play with, in the first place. I hate to break this up, but isn’t it high time we returned?”
“Yes it might be, I could play longer with you but we shouldn't overdo it, we don’t want to create any suspicion at the stables that we do exercises other than horseback riding, so yes let’s get back.”
We dressed, got back on our horses, and had a nice ride back with several stretches going at full gallop. Back at the stables, we unsaddled the horses, gave them a rub and a treat for being so patient with us while we were having our fun. Hellen insisted we go riding again sometime in the future, maybe together with Dawn as a threesome - another one of the things on her bucket list. I took her home as promised and when we parted company I asked her to send Dave around the next afternoon to pick up his camera.
“Why in the afternoon?” She asked with question marks in her eyes.
“I need to download and edit the photos I took and…I definitely want some of them for my private collection.”
“You men are all the same,” she said with a chuckle getting out of my car.
I don’t think that Dave will refuse to buy the camera now, especially after he sees the photos I took of his beloved Hellen, nude on horseback.
OK, one down one to go, maybe I should contact Lance again to see if I could convince him to buy one instead of using his phone to take nude pictures of his wife?