He blew his load in me, I let go of the stirrups and fell to my back in the hay.
I sucked another one off and was covered in his cum. At this point I wanted to cum too. I saw another horse, this one, I’d try something different with.
I don’t know how I managed to do it. Sweet talking, petting, caressing, but I was able to get another horse to his back.
There I was, holding onto his front ankles, cumming all over the horse cock I was squatting up and down on. I was controlling the depth, I was riding him, mounting him. I was fucking him, not the other way around. He would neigh and roll his shoulders in the hay while this human female raised and lowered herself on his cock. It was incredible. I came several times.
Once the horse ejaculated, filling me up, overflowing, I released his ankles, then just laid there on his tummy. Smiling, rubbing it slowly, while his cock slid out of me. I kissed his belly a few times and rested.
When I got off him, he rolled over and stood. I rubbed his mane while kissing his nose. I even kissed his lips a few times, his floppy tongue meeting my mouth on occasion.
I had the rest of the day, night, and the following day to make sure these horses were filling and covering me with their cum.
Neal put a plate of food out, I devoured it, then got back to work, having sex, mating with his horses – like the animal I was.
I slept naked, in the hay, against them each of the two nights.
The morning of the third day, Neal arrived, collar and leash in hand.
-12-
Neal sprayed me down with a garden hose out by his greenhouse. It was cold, but I didn’t care. He washed off the dried horse cum.
He took me inside, fed me a quick breakfast, and then bathed me properly. I was hoping he’d get in with me, but instead he sat by the huge tub, washing my hair, washing my body with wonderful smelling body wash.
After my bath, he broke me, just like he said he would.
“You’re still an animal. A wild one. I’m going tame you, then reward you,” he said tying my wrists up to chains hanging from the ceiling in one of his bedrooms. Next he tied my ankles together.
At first he was spanking me. That evolved to a belt, whipping me across my butt and back. Finally it was a whip.
“This isn’t about a black and white thing, about race,” he said, his whip lashing across my back.
“This isn’t about slavery,” he whipped me again, I cried out in pain.
“This isn’t punishment,” he whipped again. “This is about me seeing how far you’ll go. If you’ll let me tame you.”
He moved in front me. Neal slapped across my face. He nodded, then slapped me again. I looked at him with lust in my eyes, wondering when he was going take me to bed and fuck me.
“Good, almost tame,” he slapped me one more. He moved behind me, continuing to lash me with his whip.
***
It went on all day. I was tied up, slapped, spanked, and whipped, until dinner time. Neal fed me a nice steak dinner. I said nothing, taking each bit he gave me.
After dinner he bathed me once more. He still didn’t get in the tub with me.
With the collar around my neck, he applied soothing cream to my wounds. He led me to the top of the stairs leading into his basement.
“This is your reward for the day. You’ll be down there tonight, with them,” Neal said. I thought he meant dogs or some other animal.
He opened the basement door, the smell of marijuana, rose to my nostrils. “Go,” he removed my collar. “I’ll get you in the morning.”
I headed down to the low lit basement, I heard “ah shit,” and “yeah baby” as I descended. The basement was filled with about 20 or so black men. Some were coworkers of Neal, some were relatives, and some were friends.
This was my reward – an all-night gang bang.
I was passed around like a joint from one black man to another. I was double penetrated in my pussy, or pussy and ass.
By morning I was, once again, covered in semen and sweat. I passed out, looking at all the sleeping black men around me, the last one finally blowing his load on my tits.
A couple hours later, Neal arrived, put the collar around me, and led me upstairs for bath and breakfast.
***
“Today you’ll show me how much you love black dick. You’re a tamed animal now. You’re in my home, with what you crave,” Neal said, while removing his clothes, finally.
“If you are good and go all day, showing me just what you are made for, loving black cock, then I’ll reward you again tonight,” Neal added.
“Now then,” he said, my eyes widening when I saw his beautiful manhood. “Get to work. Don’t stop until I say so,” he ordered.
Neal sat in a chair in his master bedroom. It reminded me of a throne. He was the king and I was to serve him – all day.
“Make me hard,” Neal nodded to something behind me. A smile came over my face when I saw a stripper pole installed in his bedroom. He must have so many white women entertain him.
I’ve never stripped, but the thought of making that black cock of his rise up, getting ready for me, made me improvise. I parted my butt cheeks, backed into the pole, and slid up and down it, hoping it was working. I played with myself, using the pole to rub against my clit. Several minutes passed, Neal nodded in approval. His cock was bigger and harder for me.
“Mmm,” I smiled, walking to him.
“No, no, not yet. You still have a lot of work to do. Use that mouth of yours, don’t stop until I say so,” Neal said.
I went my hands and knees, crawling toward him, keeping my eyes on that big dick. When I arrived at his throbbing member, he grabbed that leash again, holding me in place. I looked to him with submissive eyes – I knew what I needed to do.
It wasn’t just a blow job. It was as though all the black men I’ve been with in my life, all the black cocks I’ve pleasured, all culminated in that one entire day.
Neal never came – not once. His towering cock was covered in my drool and his pre-cum. As the hours passed, his huge nut sack was dripping onto his hardwood floor.
My knees were killing me, my arms were killing me, and my jaw felt like it would swell shut from the strain of its muscles. I’ve sucked cock for a few hours in one sitting, but this lasted from morning until night. He paused to use the bathroom, dragging me in there with him. I took a short break, watching the urine stream from his cock. The instant he was done, I grabbed his dick, sucking away, urine droplets mixed with pre-cum entering my mouth. He sat on the toilet, letting me work him.
Those big black nuts, drool hanging off them, called to me. I gobbled them up, my lips stretching around one of his huge nuts, sucking on it, pulling on it, just like a horse’s. I popped one of his balls out of my mouth and kept licking and slobbering all over the shaft. I couldn’t get enough of it.
We paused to eat dinner. He led me by the collar back to his bed. Neal was on his back, I was between his legs, still sucking him, still servicing him. I was going to get that money – I didn’t care if my jaw clamped shut from strain.
Neal simply watched me, expressionless, the entire day. Near midnight he stopped me, finally.
He stood before me, his cock in hand, tapping my chin. I opened my sore mouth as wide as I could. “Drink,” was all he said, before ramming that dick to the back my throat.