And he is off again, leaving me alone. I sometimes wonder if he knows how much I desire him or need him. Does he know I where his shirt so I can smell him when he is not around or that I hold his pillow at night or that no toy could ever satisfy the ache in pussy that his absence creates.
He will not be gone long but I don’t get to welcome him home in my normal fashion this time, No, instead there is a Polo match for charity that he will be participating in and I will go and watch him play. Watch him as he commands the magnificent best to twist and turn at his command, just like he does with me.
The event is only a few hours but this tight little sundress is already damp from the heat. I see you with all your charm as everyone rushes up to you, congratulating you on the winning goal. You wink at me from the crowd as they lead your thoroughbred away and you start to make your way towards me.
That kiss, the first one after being apart from you, is so intense. You never fail to make my knees go weak and if it were not for your strong arm around my waste, my body would be a pile at your feet!
But there is an after party that we must attend and before you turn to take your shower, your hand finds its way to my garter and unsnaps the catch on my stocking.With that huge grin, you walk away with my garter undone and my thigh highs held up only by lace.
There is no way I can get through an after party! I follow you through the stable and pretend to stumble in my stilettos. You, always the hero turn and catch me before I hit the ground.
You are angry at me for following you to such an off limits place but I can not go another minute with out you. I look up at you from my knees as you stroke the hair from my face and unzip your riding pants.
That gorgeous cock lashes out in front of me and in less than a second I have taken the entire thing in my mouth! I can’t wait to feel your warm cream filling up my mouth, running down my throat!
People are coming up to us, starting to explain how this is inappropriate, but with one finger held up, they heed your power and keep walking.
After you have filled my mouth with your sweet sauce, you grab me by the arms and pull me up and with an angry tone, you ask me if I have had enough or do you need to fuck me like a whore in front of all these people so that I can behave like a lady?
I hate that I have angered you but I need to feel you. I don’t care if you fuck me out of anger or make love to me with passion, as long as I can feel you! So yes! If that’s what we need to do! Fuck me like a whore in front of all these people!
I am crying and my mascara is running. You take me into the stable and tear my dress wide open! You spend barely a minute sucking my tits before turning my tender soft skin against the splintered timbers and slamming your cock in my wet little pussy! With each thrust more powerful than the last, my body lifts of the ground, driving large wooden slivers into my tits and hips!
Your power was overwhelming and I screamed while sticky sweet juices splattered every inch of the stable!
When we were done, it was dark and the stable was quiet. You carried my exhausted wore out body to the shower and gently cleansed all of my wounds as you had me sip champagne and nibble cheese.
Within a half hour, we were both dressed to the height of fashion and ready to be social.
People whispered and pointed as we entered the party but you held my arm as if I were a princess. They could never understand what we have, our intensity, our passion!
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