It was a glorious, warm morning on the sprawling estate of Duchess Samantha, who stood before the mirror in her dressing room and smiled approvingly as she turned this way and that. She had decided to go riding this morning and always enjoyed putting on her riding clothes. She loved the feel of the black, leather boots that went up to her knees, and liked the click that the five-inch stiletto heels made whenever she walked across the marble floor. The tan riding pants were skin-tight and showed off her fine figure. Her round, full ass was perfect and the tight fabric showed off each cheek nicely. The starched white shirt with the puff sleeves felt cool on her skin and she finished buttoning up the front, leaving a nice deep cut to give herself air. Her naked breasts filled the shirt out amply and the cool breeze and the touch of the cotton made her nipples hard. She gathered up her long, raven-black hair in a high ponytail and then applied red lipstick to her full, luscious lips. She smacked her lips together.

"Perfect!"

Duchess Samantha skipped downstairs and walked happily outside, enjoying the beautiful weather. She made her way down to the stables, which were immaculately maintained, and thought about which steed she would pick this morning. Entering the stables, she stopped and pursed her lips. After thinking a moment, she walked down and stopped before the stall with the nameplate that said, "John." He was a recent acquisition and she hadn't gotten a good feel for him yet.

"Good morning, John. How are you today"

"Fine, Duchess Samantha. I eagerly await your orders.

"I'd like a good ride this morning."

"As you wish, Duchess."

John stepped out of his stall and stood in the middle of the stable. He was a fine specimen, handsome, 6'4", about 275, and built like a bodybuilder. He had broad, muscular shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, well-built legs. His bikini briefs barely concealed the huge bulge at his crotch, and his ass was tight and firm.

"Life seems to agree with you here."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Make the necessary preparations."

John went to the fitting room and took down the special saddle and began strapping it to his back. The saddle was a seat, which rode his back like a knapsack and had two wide leather belts. One went across his chest, while the other was at his waist. A leather strap extended down from the waist belt on each side, and each strap ended in a silver stirrup. The saddle was made from finely tooled leather and was well polished. John strapped the seat on tightly and came back to Duchess Samantha, placing a wooden step before her and getting on his knees. She stepped up, slid her legs down through the side openings, and John stood up straight. Samantha was now sitting behind him, with her open legs hugging his back and in their stirrups, and her head slightly higher than his. He then walked back to the fitting room, where she took two thin silver chains down. She clipped each to the silver hoops in his nipples and laid the chains on his shoulder, She then took down a nice, long, black leather riding crop and put it on her right wrist. Holding the chains with her left hand, she gave John a nice firm whack on his ass with the crop and he walked outside.

Duchess Samantha started him out slowly, running down the dirt path that led away from the mansion, and giving him an occasional solid smack on his buttocks. As he fell into a good lope, she relaxed and enjoyed the beautiful sunshine. She gave a tug on whichever nipple to show which way to go and rested her arms on his broad shoulders. John was in great shape and breathed steadily as he ran. He concentrated on running smoothly, as he wanted to impress his new mistress, and tried to make the ride as pleasant as possible. Meanwhile, she enjoyed the warmth she felt on the inside of her thighs as they hugged his large frame and how her breasts jiggled with his every step.

They were quite far from the house by now and she led him down to the pond deep in the woods of her vast estate. Coming to the pond's edge, she pulled up on both chains and he stopped. He stood breathing heavily and his body glistened with sweat. She tugged on his right nipple and brought him over to a large rock. There she alit carefully.

"My, you are a fine steed! I believe I made a good choice when I bought you."

Duchess Samantha brought the chains forward, led him to the shade of a huge tree at the water's edge, and he carefully removed the saddle.

"You've done quite well, now rest. That sun is quite warm and I'm going swimming."

John sat down on the cool grass and slowly began to relax. He watched with anticipation as Duchess Samantha stood in the sunlight and began to undress. She stuck out each foot before him and he helped slip off her boots. She then wriggled out of her pants and began to unbutton her shirt. Removing her shirt, she stood before him, loosening her hair. He burned with desire as he looked at her tall, slender figure, her full breasts, and luscious lips. She now wore only a lacy, little panty, which she proceeded to remove. As she stood back up, John was amazed and delighted to see that between her legs was a fine bush and a long gorgeous cock. Samantha stretched and arched her back, running her hands down over her breasts, down her flat stomach, and over her half-rigid cock. She brought her hands back up and her cock bobbed up and then swung down.

"You stay right here while I take a dip,"

John wasn't about to go anywhere. The slave trader was right about Duchess Samantha and John felt his insides tighten with desire. He took a long drink of water, rested in the shade, and watched the Duchess swim in long, leisurely laps. After a while, she stepped out and laid down in the grass near him. He eyed her beautiful body hungrily as she lay there. The drops of water reflected on her full breasts, the sensual curves of her body, and that thick cock that lay nestled in her black, downy hair.

"Come and serve your Duchess."

Samantha spread her legs as John came over and she cooed to herself as she looked at his beautiful body. John laid down between her legs and started covering her cock with wet kisses. It stirred at the attention and slowly began to rise. Soon it stood at full attention and John sucked and kissed the sides of the engorged member. He then gave each ball a thorough tongue bath, as the Duchess sighed. John then worked his way back up to her full cock and greedily sucked it into his mouth. He passionately sucked her long cock, swirling his tongue all around it as he slipped it deep into his mouth. He then grabbed the shaft with his large hand and firmly pumped it as he worked on the head.

"Stop. Lay down."

John was surprised but did as he was told. Duchess Samantha rested for a few minutes and her cock slowly sunk back down, with an occasional twitch.

"I won't be rushed."

Soon the Duchess got up and stood over him, stroking her cock in long movements. He watched it come alive again.

"Take your briefs off and lay back down."

John quickly obeyed, hoping that he hadn't done anything wrong. The Duchess then turned around over him and sunk to her knees. John gulped in anticipation as he looked at the large cock laying on his chest, the two little balls of delight, and the yawning, puckered hole staring at him from between her round ass cheeks.

Duchess Samantha's attention was elsewhere. She preferred her steeds well-hung and made her wishes known to her buyer. Remind me to give the buyer a bonus, she said to herself as she looked at the sight before her. John's washboard abs were beautiful and his hips formed a perfect V with his crotch. She rested a hand on each hard, muscular thigh and stared down at the huge hunk of meat between John's legs. His cock was awesome. It was long, thick, with veins bulging at the sides. It seemed to go on forever, finally ending in a massive anvil head. She sucked in a breath as she looked at it. She then took it in her right hand and almost couldn't wrap her fingers around it. She started to stroke it and it stirred like a huge snake, unwinding itself.

"Oh, my..."

John took this as a sign of pleasure and began to eagerly lick and suck her puckered hole. He plunged his hot tongue into the hole and felt it respond to him. He continued to service the whole area with hot kisses and licks.

John was fully erect now and Samantha let out a moan tinged with fear. She had never seen anything this big or this beautiful. She began stroking him more forcefully and pumped his massive tool. She didn't dare, but had to try to get him into her mouth. She lowered her head and almost gagged as the cock filled her mouth. She could only get a portion of it into her mouth, but this part she attended to with fervor. She sucked on it mightily and felt the huge head rub the roof of her mouth. It was glorious. Remembering where she was, she raised her hips and let her long, fully erect cock hang free. John was there in an instant and devoured her hot cock. He sucked on it with abandon and soon they were moving together in a feverish dance, sucking on each others enflamed love organs.

Samantha managed to get more of him in her mouth as she got more excited, while she felt her cock (which she always thought was far from small) disappear into a large, warm inviting hole. John was milking her with long, passionate sucks, taking her deep into his mouth. The heat she felt inside was unbearable. She had never felt such desire before, as her head jerked up and down and her hips quivered from the strong sucking she was experiencing on the other end. They worked on each other for a while longer until she suddenly leaped up, whipped around and stood over him.

"It's too much! You're too much for me!"

She stood over him panting deeply, her large breasts heaving, her thick cock swaying before her. But then she smiled and he knew it was all right. She threw back her hair, leaned her head back, brought up her hands, and roughly pinched and rubbed her breasts and nipples. Her luscious cock twitched and bobbed in front of her, while John remained still, his massive cock standing straight up.

"You're good. Very good."

As she said that, she started to slowly lower herself, staring into John's beautiful eyes. She bent her knees and felt that huge cockhead come into contact with her burning hole. She gasped and then, with a great show of determination, she forced herself down upon his cock.

"OHHH...!!!"

She thought her insides would rip open. She felt herself impaled on a hot, twitching spear that filled her up like nothing had ever done before. She started to ride that big bolt and continued to pinch her fat nipples. John watched with fire in his eyes at the sight of that gorgeous woman sliding up and down his rigid cock, her own cock flapping back and forth, slapping his stomach with every downward thrust. Samantha released her nipples and started to pump her bursting cock with her right hand, as she continued to fuck that glorious cock with all her might.

"Oh...OH...OHHH!"

She felt him swell and almost fall out of her. She wasn't going to give up and forced herself down with more passion. She fucked him with a vengeance, while grabbing at her erect cock. She heard him cry out and suddenly felt something boiling deep inside of him like a volcano.

She felt his cockhead get bigger and then it seemed like someone had turned on a hot faucet inside of her. Eruptions of hot come sprayed her insides and his cock twitched with each release. She kept riding him and knew her time had come also.

"Oh, yes."

She stroked herself forcefully and soon hot streams of come splattered his muscular chest. She still rode him as his come lubricated their love-making and her cock tingled as she squeezed its head. Their passion slowly ebbed and Samantha came back to her senses, feeling the sun on her back, and the breeze in her hair. She got off John and fell to his side. He rolled her on her side and lay behind her, cupping a breast in one large hand and shielding her back. She felt his huge cock resting between the cheeks of her ass and fell asleep exhausted.

When she awoke, he was in the same position, guarding her, keeping her warm. It was a little later in the day and she felt wonderful. Turning around, she kissed him deeply.

"You might just become my favorite. Now let's get back before it's too late."

John smiled, got up, and prepared himself for the rest of her morning ride back to the house.

© 1996 Crystal & Michelle Johnson