An Arabian Adventure by EquusMaxx

I had escaped.

By the next evening, with no city in site, I was weak, and with a dehydrated, tired horse I didn’t feel so lucky.
To make matters worse it seemed that the only place on my naked body that wasn’t sunburned was where there had been a plastering of cum stuck on me from the night before.
Had we escaped a life of slavery only to die in the desert of thirst?
No.
When I sighted the palm trees in the waning light of the evening, the horse could barely walk. I was terribly weak myself, and feared the vision might only be a mirage; nonetheless, I aimed my tired steed towards them and collapsed onto his back, holding onto his neck for dear life.
When we arrived at the Oasis, my lifesaver walked to the edge of the water, and I fell from my steed into its coolness.
Both of us drank deeply until we had satiated our thirst.
The horse waded out into water up to his neck as I lay close to the edge of the pool, nodding in and out of consciousness as the water cooled my burning skin.
After what seemed like hours, I felt somewhat refreshed and strode up next to one of the trees.
The horse had already exited the water and was busily munching on anything edible he could find.
Without a tent, the desert air now seemed bitterly cold on my wet, sunburned body.
Fearing I might catch the death, I tried to find a place that was blocked from the wind, but it was no use. The wind swirled around in circles from seemingly every direction at once.
As a beautiful full moon began rising in the sky, the horse, now dry and having satiated his hunger and thirst, walked over to me.
Suddenly it occurred to me that although horses often sleep while standing, they could also lay down to rest.
I could curl up next to his warm body if he would let me!
I decided to name him “Master”, because he was the master of my destiny at that point.
After a few moments of prodding and encouragement, he knelt, and then laid down on his side, head in the air.
His muscular rear haunches formed an almost perfect pillow for me. It was early evening, but I was beyond exhausted, and I fell asleep almost as quickly as I curled up against his warmth. This remarkable, silent beast had now saved my life twice in as many days.
I slept comfortably at first, but woke near midnight after hearing the desert winds howling, and fearing it might be some wild animal set out to devour me.
I walked around in the moonlight until I found a piece of wood, most likely left there by a past travelling caravan.
I placed the weapon at my side, and now cold again, lay down next to my friend.
Perhaps it was the way I touched him as I lay back, or my motions as I closed my eyes and snuggled up close to his crotch, but I didn’t foresee what happened next.
His mottled shaft peeked out of its furry sheath, and the rubbery tip gently touched my arm. Startled, I sat up quickly, rubbed my eyes, and focused on what was happening.
I laughed to myself. It was nothing dangerous, but then again it was something unusual. Most amazing of all, except for the tip being flatter and more flared, it still resembled a man’s penis, except it was much thicker. Much thicker than even that one guard’s twelve inch penis.
I lay back again and closed my eyes, but as I tried to return to sleep the howling winds kept me unnerved.
My thoughts ran back to the site of Master’s penis, and familiar warmth flooded my pussy; I was getting wet.
The heat from my clit seemed even hotter than the sunburn that tortured me.
I tried to change thoughts in my mind, but I could find nothing good to think of.
I couldn’t think back any farther than my brutal raping the day before.
The only seemingly good thing that I could think of was Master.
Master… and his amazingly thick cock.
“How long would it be if he was fully erect?” I wondered. Surely it would be even larger than twelve inches, if thickness meant anything in relation to length.
My crotch was sopping wet and tingling.
It was that same longing I felt when I saw the boy I loved.
It was strange. I was seeing past the horrors of yesterday now, to the boy of my dreams…but all I could see was his handsome face, and those eyes.
Master…how long had it been since I saw Master’s amazing cock?
One minute? Two? Five?
I sat up and looked into Master’s eyes. Somehow, in some odd way, I saw the eyes of the boy I loved and longed for. Would he still love me, now that I had been tainted by rape, sodomized, and forced into pleasuring a camel?
I laughed inwardly.
Maybe I was delirious from the sunburn.
I turned and lay down again, this time on my side, and found myself facing his wonderfully beautiful shaft in the moonlight. It had retreated slightly, but was still extended from his sheath a few inches.
At that point, curiosity and more than just a little a bit of horniness got the best of me. I reasoned that I would just take a look and see if it would get larger if I stroked him like the camel.
Reasoning’s can be very inaccurate.
My answer came very quickly as I turned toward him and gently, slowly caressed the underside of his cock. Within moments several inches of horse cock emerged from his sheath, and it was still growing longer.
I wanted to see it grow larger.
I wrapped one hand around its fullness and began stroking it back and forth.
When it reached around twelve inches long, I held it above my face, staring at it.
“How much longer can it possibly get?” I wondered.
My crotch was now begging for attention, juices leaking from between my parted pussy lips.
It was crying out for a cock, any cock…and this one was incredible!
I pulled the horse’s shaft down onto my waiting lips and began licking along the bottom near one of the huge veins that were beginning to strut proudly.
Master chortled, momentarily pawing at the air with one hoof.
I had found something he liked!
Another several inches of meat quickly pushed out of the sheath, and the shaft was now so swollen that my hand would not fit around it all the way.
I fervently began licking his shaft, sucking up and down the bottom side of it where he seemed to enjoy it most, and began stroking him vigorously with both hands.
I gripped the massive shaft tigher as it hardened. It was so big and strong!
By the time I had gotten him fully erect, his cock was an enormous size! It was probably close to thirty inches long, hard as a tree trunk, and as thick as my tiny wrist!
I moved up to my knees and struggled to get my mouth over the head of his shaft.
Try as I might, I simply couldn’t make it fit comfortably.
I continued to please the stallion by sucking along the bottom side of his shaft, alternately licking his pole up and down like a huge candy cane.
There was a bulge along the bottom of his shaft which must have contained a lot of pleasure nerves, because I noticed that when I sucked along that bulge his shaft pulsed.
Master made no attempt to move from his position, and snorted his approval at the wonderful sensations my loving was giving him.
Feeling the powerful pulsing of his heartbeat coursing through the veins on his shaft only made me more excited.
It empowered me.
Silently I wondered how long it had been since he had mated.
Surely those ruffians would care nothing for his needs or desires.
My clit throbbed with desire.
I spoke softly to Master.
“How would you like me to please you, Master?”
“I can continue to use my mouth, but wouldn’t you like something better?”
He shook his large head up and down several times.
I was stunned.
Somehow it seemed he understood, and had given his approval.
I could deny the cravings of my hungry pussy no more.
I had to try putting this monster inside me.
There was no sense in reasoning why, or what might happen.
I had to do it.
I had to have it.
Inside me.
Now.
I stood to my feet, knees trembling in anticipation.
I leaned the shaft onto my hot pussy lips, and rubbed the cockhead in circles, coating his head with an ample amount of my own lubricant.
When I leaned back, the huge mushroom shaped head seemed to cover my pussy from top to bottom and then some.
I leaned back more, and the tip seemed to flex a bit, but it wasn’t going in.
“Please, please let me have this Master!” I begged.
He cleared his nostrils as if to say, “It’s yours for the taking!”
I spread my legs wider and leaned back harder.
Still nothing.
I released my grip from his shaft, put both hands on my knees, and began rocking my weight back and forth, harder and harder.
I rotated my hips in circles, hoping to find some way to wedge the giant head between my swollen pussy lips.
My juices which were now flowing like mad continued to drench the head of his prick, dribbling down onto the monstrously thick shaft.
I shoved back again, this time putting all of my available body weight on his steely shaft, which bowed slightly under my weight, and then it happened! Suddenly the head slipped past my lips with an audible slurp, and I moaned in ecstasy as a good eight or nine inches slowly sank into my body.
The deeper he went, the thicker the shaft was that I got stuffed into my hungry pussy… and the better it felt.
Then it hit…a massive orgasm exploded in my pussy, and I moaned, bucked and writhed with the extreme pleasure of having my pussy completely stuffed with horse meat.
I went wild! I didn’t just want more, I wanted it all!
When the guy with the twelve inch cock had fucked me the day before, he seemed to have hit something ultra-sensitive, and I wanted Master to find out if there was more.
Oh my God, yes, there was more!!!
I was now pounding my pussy down onto Master’s shaft, trying to stuff every inch into me that would fit.
When I reached that point just past twelve inches, maybe thirteen at the most, he hit my deep spot. Explosions of pleasure ripped through my mind, and all I could see was stars.
Having hit the mark, I humped his giant cock as a long series of orgasms swept over my body.
I didn’t want to let it go.
What a wonderful cock!
I didn’t want it to ever end.
Already he had given me more pleasure than every man who had fucked me, combined.
I cried out in pleasure, bouncing on his massive cock for several minutes, until suddenly I felt the surging welling up deep inside him.
The shaft that was filling my pussy, stretching it beyond that of any man, began swelling, stretching me even further.
It was the most delightful pain I’ve ever experienced!
When the spurts of cum arrived at the end of his long shaft, he chortled and whinnied.
The heat from his hot spurts of cum sent me spiraling into yet another orgasm; this one, the strongest yet.
For what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, my body was wreaked uncontrollably by a series of spasms, and I fell to my knees.
After a few minutes, his spent cock slowly snaked its way out of my pussy. It would retract a few inches at a time, sit for a moment, and then retract further, until finally the mushroom shaped head pulled free from my body.
The sound was like that made when popping a bottle of champagne.
A flood of cum gushed out of my pussy and onto the desert sands.
Completely spent, I crawled to Master’s side and fell asleep on his haunches.