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 Love Me Love My Horse Our marriage had been going south for quite a long
time.  There just did not seem to be any fire left and my wife had
mentioned she was thinking of getting a divorce.  I of course tried to
reason with her and even suggested that we try counseling.

   The first session went all right I guess.  She just tried to get us to
confide some basic information about what we thought was wrong with our
marriage.  I really could not come up with much except to say that I
thought we had gotten a little stale.

   "What do you mean, by stale?" Dr.  Rogers asked.

   "I don't know, there just seems to be some excitement missing in our
lives.  Nothing is new or different.  It is kind of like eating the same
meal every day for years.  It just gets old."

   "And how do you feel about that Norma?" the therapist inquired of my
wife.

   "I have no idea.  I have tried to get him to try different things but
all he wants to do is stay home and watch sports.  I asked him to go for
walks with me but he just rolled his eyes.  I suggested date nights.  You
know where we would go out separately but then he comes along and picks me
up later and we go home perhaps horny.  I would like some excitement in my
life but it has become obvious that it will not be with him."

   We went through the hour session which cost us $200 and accomplished
virtually nothing.  When we got home my wife announced that she was going
to bed by herself and I could either sleep in the guest room or on the sofa
and she could care less which.  I spent a restless night on the guest bed
not because it was uncomfortable but because I could not get the hurt
expression on my wife's face out of my mind.  I knew that we had reached an
impasse and a marriage that had begun 14 years ago would soon end.

   The next night I came home from work and found most of my clothes boxed
up and set outside the front door.  I tried my keys in the lock but they
would not turn.  I knocked on the door but Norma either was not home or was
not in the mood to answer.  So I did what any red blooded male would do in
a similar position, I put the boxes in the car and went to find a hotel
room for the night.

   We were not hurting for money.  I was a successful sales manager and
Norma worked for a law firm as a clerk.  Early on in our marriage we had
opened separate accounts and so I was not worried that Norma might empty
all our savings out of spite.

   After repeated efforts to get in touch with my wife, I finally gave up
and found a little apartment not too far from my office.  I sent Norma a
text message letting her know where I would be living in case she needed me
for something but I did not hear back from her.  I guess she was far more
fed up than I had believed.

   Then one day I did receive a text from her.  She had filed for
separation and she wanted me to meet her in her office to sign the papers
so we could start to get on with our separate lives.  And so we made
arrangements to meet.

   It had been three weeks since I had seen her.  I did not know what to
expect.  The last time she had looked so stressed out with wrinkles
starting to form on what was once a beautiful face.  And so I was surprised
when I walked in and found her sitting behind her desk with a big smile on
her face.  She stood up and I admired the way she looked.  She wore a peach
satin blouse that was very conservative but cut to show some of her ample
bosom.  Her black skirt came just below her knees and she wore pumps with
about 3 inch heels.  Everything about her including her hair style was
conservative and business like.

   She asked me to sit down across from her and handed me some papers. 
They were not a petition for divorce but rather a petition for separation.
They allowed each of access to joint funds and property but gave Norma use
of the house until such time as we decided to finalize the dissolution of
our marriage.  I asked her if she was sure that this was what she wanted
and she assured me that it was.  She had already began to move on with her
life.  She had met new friends and formed new hobbies not the least of
which was horseback riding.  I looked at her with total incredulity.  She
had always been adamantly opposed to us even owning a small dog or cat
saying they were too much trouble to take care of.  And now she was
actually into horses.

   I wished her well, shook her hand and left.  I did not hear from her for
several more weeks.  I thought about trying my hand at dating again but I
just could not bring myself to put out that kind of effort.  I was getting
sexually frustrated however and I considered going to one of the on-line
dating sites.  I got as far as entering a chat room but I just did not have
the dating skills it takes to navigate that process.

   And then one Saturday morning I heard a knock on the front door of my
apartment.  I was not expecting any company so I cautiously looked through
the peephole in the door.  What I saw was a total shock but a pleasant one.
For there was Norma all dressed in her riding clothes and tapping a crop
against her tall black boots.  I threw the door open and waved her in.  She
brushed past me with a huge smile on her face.  I spent quite some time
looking her up and down.  God she was sexy in that outfit.  I felt my cock
growing in my pants and I hoped she did not notice how excited I was to see
her.

   Finally I got my self under control and I asked her what I owed the
honor of her visit too.  She licked her lower lip causing me even more
discomfort in my groin.  "Well, I thought I would stop by for a quickie."
She replied.  And then she looked directly at the rising tent in my pants
and smiled.  "I see that you still have some life left in you.  Are you
going to fuck me or not?"

   I had never heard her use such language but it was a pleasant change.  I
asked her if she was sure this was what she wanted and she got a stern look
on her face.  "For Christ's sakes, Jason.  Do you have to analyze
everything to death?  If you want to fuck get out of your clothes and take
me to the bedroom.  Well, I did not have to be told twice.  I quickly
stripped off my shirt and pants and stood before here totally naked.  And
then I waved my arms for her to follow me as I led her to my bedroom.  I
was glad that I had taken the time to pick up my dirty clothes and that the
room was somewhat in order.  "Now it is your turn to disrobe." I said with
a grin.

   She looked around and then sat on the edge of the bed.  "If you want
what I am offering you will do the work of undressing me."

   I was somewhat surprised with the power in her voice when she said that.
It was almost as if she had decided to take complete control over this
interaction.  I went to her and pulled her blouse out of the top of her
pants and then began unbuttoning it.  I took my time revealing a little of
her beautiful body at a time.  When I finally had the blouse undone I slid
it off of her shoulders.  I bent my head and nuzzled her neck and began to
lick downwards towards the top of her globes that were still incased in her
bra.  She arched her neck to give me better access and then allowed a low
moan to escape her lips.

   I reached behind her and quickly undid the clasp of her bra and pulled
it away from her body.  Her nipples were rock hard and standing proudly
away from her body.  I spent a long time ministering to them with my lips
and teeth and she was moaning and begging me to hurry and finish undressing
her so that she could feel my cock between her legs.

   I reached down and undid the button to her tight pants.  But with her
sitting on the bed and the fact that they pants were tucked into the top of
her boots, I could not get them off.  I mentioned that fact to her and she
grabbed me by the shoulders and began pushing downward.  "Get down on your
knees and take off my boots."

   I had never heard her give me an order like that before but if anything
it made me want her all the more.  It was so exciting to be under the
control of such a powerful woman.  I sunk to my knees and began tugging at
her right boot.  I noticed that it was somewhat slippery around the heel
and it was somewhat difficult to hold onto, but with effort I finally felt
it slide off of her foot.  I reached for the left boot only to have her
suddenly lift it up and swipe the toe across my lips.  I reached up to wipe
my lips but she brought the riding crop down across the top of my arm.

   "Don't you dare touch your lips.  If I had not wanted you to taste my
boot I would not have put it where I did.  Now take it off and be quick
about it.  I finished stripping her boot from her foot, removed her socks
and then lowered her pants to the floor.  She offered me her bare foot and
I gladly kissed it.  And then I took the other foot into my hands and drew
that to my lips as well.  I kissed my way up to the triangle between her
legs and was shocked to see that she had shaved her cunt and that it was as
bare and smooth as a baby's bottom.  I breathed in her aroma and it seemed
that it was a stronger mustier odor than usual, but truthfully it had been
so long since I had been in the position that I could not be sure.  She
spread her legs wide and allowed her upper body to recline onto the bed. 
She reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth to her
now very moist slit.

   "Get you tongue to work Jason.  If you ever want to put your little
wiener into me you will give me at least two orgasms with your tongue
first." And she began grinding her cunt against my lips.  I had never been
more humiliated or more excited in my life and I readily obeyed.  I began
lapping her juices into my mouth making sure that my tongue hit her
sensitive clit with every pass.  And when I felt her hips start to tighten
warning me of her impending orgasm, I shoved the tip of my nose solidly
against her clit and began rubbing it hard.  I heard her scream and then
she began bucking her hips.  She was pulling me so hard against her that I
thought for a moment that she might smother me.  But then she relaxed and
allowed my head to come free.

   I backed up a little and looked up to her face.  She had a dreamy look
that said she was completely sated and I was not sure if she had meant what
she said about two orgasms.  But then she returned my stare and announced,
"That was one, you still owe me one.  I suggest you get busy."

   It took me a long time to get her ready for her second orgasm.  I began
by massaging her feet using my saliva for moisture.  I then worked my way
up massaging her calves, the back of her knees and then her thigh muscles.
I told her to flip over and spent a long time relaxing her back and neck
muscles.  When she turned back over and I got to her breasts I could see
that the ministrations were working for her nipple were again hard and
pointed.  When I could sense she was again ready, I lowered myself down
between her thighs and began to slowly lick everywhere but her sex.  In a
matter of minutes she was bucking her hips trying to gain some contact
between my tongue and her slit.  And only when she was moaning and begging
did I finally give in and began lapping at her juices.

   I was soon rewarded by the sounds and movements of Norma's second
orgasm. I thought back during our married life and tried to recall if I had
even managed to give her more than one.  Perhaps once or twice she had
obtained two, but I was positive that she never had reached three.  And I
was so hard and on edge that I was afraid that if I even touched the head
of my cock to her slit that I would spew my sperm immediately.

   When Norma was completely quiet and I knew she had milked every minor
contraction from inside her cunt, I allowed myself to rise from my knees.
My mouth was surprisingly dry.  It did not make sense to me as I knew I had
ingested a lot of her fluids.  I asked her if she would like something to
drink.  I had perked a fresh pot of coffee and we decided to go into the
kitchen and have a cup before continuing with our exercise.

   Norma made no attempt to cover her body and I followed suit.  We made
our way hand in hand to the kitchen totally naked.  It was something that
we had never done in 24 years of marriage but it seemed so normal and so
right on that Saturday morning.

   By the time I had poured the coffee and sat down across from her at the
table I was starting to lose my erection.  I was dying to know what had
caused this drastic change in my wife so after taking a sip of coffee I
asked her.  "Norma, that was the most excited I think I have ever seen you.
I am dying to know what caused this change."

   "It is the horseback riding.  You cannot imagine how exciting it is to
have such a strong animal between your legs.  To be in control of over 1000
pounds of muscle and power is like an aphrodisiac."

   "Well, it felt to me that I was between the legs of a powerful animal.
You were so in control and I just wanted to so much to please you.  It
would not even matter to me if you did not reciprocate.  I am so very happy
right now."

   "Oh, Jason, I promised you that you could fuck me and I always keep my
promises.  If you have finished with your coffee let's head back into the
bedroom."

   Well, I was not going to turn down that invitation.  When she stood up,
I went to her lifted her into my arms and carried her back to the bed.  I
started to climb up next to her but she held out her hand and stopped me.
"Bring me my purse," she demanded.

   I did as she asked and watched as she removed a small metal ring from
one of the pockets.  She told me to lie on my back and she grabbed my
semi-hard cock and began forcing the ring over the head.  By the time she
had it nestled against my pubic hair I was rock had and I could feel the
metal biting into my sensitive flesh.  I looked down and could see that my
cock was turning to a dark purple color and I was beginning to become
frightened that it would be damaged.  I started to reach for it only to
have Norma shove my hand aside.  She reached down and took it between her
fingers and began to slowly slide then up and down the shaft.  That only
made me harder and I could feel my cock becoming cold.

   Only when she was satisfied that not another drop of blood could be
trapped inside my tube did she climb atop me and straddle me.  She reached
down and positioned my cock head against her slit and with one move dropped
herself onto me and buried my cock all the way to the hilt.  I had never
experienced anything quite like the feeling it gave me.  On one hand there
was intense pleasure as my wife's heat mingled with the cold of my own
flesh.  But on the other hand there was pain as my cock became more and
more sensitive and even the wet slippery flesh of her cunt muscles caused
me pain.

   She looked down on me and I could tell from her expression that she was
enjoying making me feel this way.  She ground her body against my pelvis
and the bone on bone must have hurt her as much as it did me but it seemed
to drive her to even greater efforts.  At some point I desperately wanted
release but that ring would not allow it.  I would get just to the point of
release and then I would come up short.  And all the time Norma kept
grinding harder and harder.  Only when she had experienced two more violent
orgasms did she lift herself off of me.  She grabbed the ring and pulled as
hard as she could and finally it popped off of my cock.  And then a fresh
round of pain hit me as the circulation returned.  Norma quickly
repositioned herself over my hips and reinserted my cock into her tunnel.
It did not take long for me to feel a massive eruption take place and I
squirted jet after jet of white hot cum into her.  Nothing had ever felt as
good to me in my life.  All the pain and frustration was definitely worth
it as all the tension of the past months drained from my body.

   I reached up and tried to bring her body down to lie beside me.  I
wanted desperately to hold her and to smother her mouth with kisses.  But
she would have none of that.  "You are not done yet, lover." She stated. 
And then rising up she positioned her hips over my lips and lowered herself
down.  "You made a mess inside me, now clean it out." She demanded.

   I had never tasted cum in my life and I was not sure I wanted to start
now.  But Norma gave me no choice.  I could not even discuss the matter
with her because her entire weight was lowered onto my mouth and nose.  I
had no choice but to allow my tongue to make contact with her slit.  Only
when I had done that did she rise up enough for me to breathe through my
nose.  And then I felt a thick liquid begin to slide from her body and into
my mouth.  The taste was awful and I could not believe that there were
actually people who enjoyed eating the stuff.  I tried to move my head to
the side but then I felt a sharp hard pain and I head the crack of leather
making contact with flesh.  And I knew the leather was the crop that Norma
had brought with her and the flesh was mine.

   "If you don't want more of that you had better get that tongue working.
I want you to clean every drop of your cum out of my cunt and swallow it."
And she gave me another stroke of the crop just for good measure.

   When she was satisfied that I had done a good job and that I had
ingested what I had deposited she raised up and allowed me to rise.  She
still did not allow my lips close to hers however.  She reached down and
patted my face and told me how much she had enjoyed our little playtime. 
She picked up her bra and began to fasten it in place.  She soon had her
blouse and pants on as well.  "Jason, get down on your knees and put my
socks and boots on for me." It was not a request it was an order and at
that moment I would have done anything she told me to do.

   I settled to my knees picked up one of her socks and made sure it was
straightened and the heel was properly positioned and put it on her foot.
"Didn't you forget something?" she asked.

   I did not understand what I could have forgotten until she took her
other foot and shoved it against my mouth.  "Take the sock back off and
kiss my foot properly before you put it back on.  And just so you know your
place you can suck on each one of my toes as well."

   I did as she told me and made a thorough effort to not miss a spot on
either foot with my lips and tongue.  And although I had just ejaculated a
huge amount of sperm my cock started to rise again.  Finally I figured she
was satisfied with my foot worship and I returned her socks to her feet.  I
then helped her on with her boots and then I decided to show her one more
act of servitude and I kissed the toe of each boot.  I heard her sigh and I
looked up to see that her face was beaming with pleasure.  "I really liked
what you just did, but I want you to get an even better taste.  Lick the
toe of each boot clean." I did as she demanded even though the taste was
truly awful.  When I was satisfied that my tongue had covered all the
leather of each toe I lifted back up.  Norma demanded that I stick out my
tongue.  She pulled a small mirror from her purse and held it in front of
my face so I could see as well.  My tongue was black and covered with dirt.
"Clean it off on your upper teeth and then swallow."

   I had never felt more humiliated in my life.  "Get used to the taste."
She said with a smile.  "Every time you get to fuck me from now on will
mean you pay with a little more of the filth from my boots in your
stomach." Her statement called for no answer.  I just had to decide whether
or not the best sex I ever had was worth the price.

   As Norma walked to the front door she turned and looked at me.  "Jason
was this the best sex you ever had?"

   "Yes but the most humiliating as well.  I still love you and I wish
there was some way we could work out our differences."

   I will tell you what.  Come riding with me tomorrow.  Let's see how much
we really have in common."

   Somehow I knew that I was at a crossroads of my life.  If I did not make
an effort to really please Norma at this point we would go our separate
ways.  And I knew that Norma would not be knocking on my door again.

   "I haven't ridden a horse since I was a kid on the farm, but I am
willing to give it a go.  Where do you want me to meet you and at what
time?"

   "I will pick you up at 6 a.m.  Don't bother to eat, we will get
something on the way.  If you don't have a pair of boots with a heel you
might want to get some.  The heel keeps your foot from sliding through the
stirrup.  It is not safe to get your foot hung up."

   And she walked out of the door without another word.

   I had been a wannabe cowboy in my younger days and so I actually had an
old pair of boots that I dug out of the back of the closet.  I slipped them
on my feet just to make sure they still fit and was satisfied that they
would be sufficient for the task.  I spent the rest of the day cleaning up
around the apartment but no matter what mundane task I was doing I could
not get the huge grin off my face.  And even the taste of boot and cum
could not detract from the feeling of happiness.

   The next morning at precisely 6 a.m.  my doorbell rang.  I opened the
door and Norma stepped through.  She was dressed similarly to the way she
was the day before but her clothes were crisp and clean.  Only her boots
were still unpolished.  She caught me staring at them and immediately told
me to get on my knees.  "Greet me the way I deserve." She ordered.

   I knew exactly what she wanted and sank to my knees and kissed each of
her boots.  And without being told I began to lick the toes.  Finally she
ordered me to my feet.  "That is enough for now.  But on the way back we
will stop at a boot store and you can buy be another pair.  That way I can
leave my dirty ones with you to clean and polish and still have a fresh
pair to wear.  Is that all right with you?"

   "Whatever you say mistress." I said with a smile.

   I was surprised to see that she had traded in her sedan for a pickup
truck.  It was pure black and had obviously just been washed.  As I got in
I caught the smell of cigarette smoke and was surprised because I knew that
my wife had never smoked in her life.  I thought about asking her but
thought better of starting an inquisition when we had just got back into
speaking terms.  We drove for about 20 minutes heading out of the city when
she pulled into a country diner.  As we took our seats in a booth that was
open the waitress came over and called Norma by name and then asked if she
wanted the usual.  Norma smiled and told her yes and to bring the same
thing for me.  But she did not bother to introduce me nor did the woman ask
for an introduction.

   We passed the time while we waited for our food with small talk about
how her job was going and how mine was progressing.  It seemed we have both
made the adjustment to our separations and that we were still doing ok work
wise.  I wanted to ask her about her social life but then realized that
perhaps I did not want to hear the answers.  Did I really want to find out
that she was seeing someone else?  Perhaps the fantastic sex we had the day
before might have been precipitated by her fantasizing that she was with
another man.  I did not think my ego could take that.

   The food arrived and apparently we were both hungry as we ate in
relative silence.  When we had finished and the waitress had left the bill
in the middle of the table Norma picked it up, glanced at it and handed it
to me.  "Don't forget to leave a nice tip.  I don't want them to think I
picked up a miser.  All my men are good tippers."

   I did not know if I was supposed to reply to that so I took the coward's
way out and simply took the bill up to the counter and paid.  I made sure I
added 25% before paying with my credit card.

   Another 10 minutes of driving and we pulled into a long dirt driveway
leading between some huge maple trees.  On both sides of the drive was
bright white painted fences and horses walked free in the paddocks. 
Everything looked clean and fresh and I knew that the owners took
particular care with their property and animals.

   She pulled her truck off of the drive and parked it under a tall tree
before getting out.  As we headed towards what must be the stables an older
man came to greet us.  He pulled Norma into a hug and called her by name.
She then introduced me to him.  "Homer, this is Jason.  He will be riding
with me today.  Is there a horse available for him?"

   I noticed that she had not introduced me as her husband and I wondered
why but was not going to make a scene by asking her.

   Homer went into the stables with us following behind.  It went directly
to one of the stalls and opened the gate.  He then led out a small chestnut
mare out and handed me the lead.  "I don't know how skilled a rider you are
but Martha here is about as tame as any horse we have.  If you lead her
outside and get to know her I will be out in a minute and help you saddle
her."

   I did as he told me but on the way I looked back over my shoulder to see
my wife take him by the hand and snuggle up against him as they continued
on their way.  I could feel jealousy start to rise up into my throat and
had to work very hard not to let it show.

   I petted Martha's neck as I waited for Homer and my wife to emerge. 
When they did Norma was leading a huge black stallion.  His hair was the
color of a raven and not one inch of him showed any white.  Even the tip of
his nose was black as were his eyes.  I doubt that I had ever seen a saddle
horse that exuded power the way he did.

   I needed a lot of help in getting the saddle on to Norma but Homer
seemed happy enough to help me.  I felt a little guilty taking up his time
when he probably should have been helping Norma.  But as we finished
tightening the cinch I noticed that the black was already saddled and ready
to go.  I could not believe that Norma would have been strong enough to
life that heavy saddle that high without help but apparently she had.

   She asked if I was ready to give it a go.  When I answered in the
affirmative Homer held my horses head and waited for me to climb aboard. 
With some effort I managed to mount the saddle and get comfortable in the
seat.  By the time I was in the saddle Norma had already mounted her steed
and was walking him out of the gate.

   I urged Martha by kicking her gently in the side and she picked up her
pace to a bone jarring trot.  Norma did not seem to be in any hurry and I
easily pulled abreast of her.  She looked so comfortable on top of that
monster.  I could not believe that she was the same woman that had told me
that we were never having pets.

   When we cleared the main fenced area she raised her reins and urged her
horse into a gallop.  Martha had to run flat out to keep up and even then
she fell quickly behind.  I followed the best I could but soon lost sight
of my wife and her mount.  I slowed Martha down to a walk and followed
where I believed they had gone.  A few minutes later I spotted the big
black under a large maple tree.  My wife had removed his saddle and was
busy brushing his sleek hair with a brush that she must have carried with
her.

   I rode up and dismounted although falling off would have been more
accurate.  Norma was laughing loudly watching my plight and I was glad she
was enjoying herself so much.  She motioned for me to come join her which I
did.  I tied Martha's reins to a downed log so that she could crop some of
the lush grass around her.  I then carefully approached Norma and her
mount.

   "Jason, I want you to meet King.  Hold your hand under his nose and let
him smell you.  I want you two to become good friends."

   I did as she requested and when she was satisfied that king had become
somewhat acquainted with me she handed me the brush and told me to give him
a good brushing starting with his mane and working downward to his chest
and front legs.  She told me exactly how much time to spend on each area of
his body and by the time I had brushed out his tail I noticed that the sun
was high in the sky.  I figured I was done and went to hand the brush back
to Norma but she refused.

   "You are not finished yet.  You still need to brush his belly.  I
started at his chest and followed Norma's instructions of how long to spend
on each area.  When I had reached the area just in front of his sheath, I
saw Norma pull something out of her pants, unscrew the top and hold it in
front of King's nose.  Immediately his sheath started to lengthen and his
cock started to extend.

   I started to back away but Norma immediately told me to stand my ground.
"Isn't it magnificent?" she asked.

   "Are you talking about the horse or his cock?" I responded.

   "Why both of course.  King is clearly the most wonderful horse in the
world, but that cock is a thing of beauty.  Don't you feel sorry for him?"
"Why in the world would I feel sorry for him?  I would be in heaven if I
had a cock that big."

   "Not if you didn't have anywhere to put it you wouldn't.  Oh sure he
gets to breed a mare once in a blue moon but he deserves sex much more
often than that.  Why don't you help him out?"

   "Me?  What in God's name could I do for him?"

   "Well, for starters you can take it in your hands and gently rub him."
"And get my head kicked off?  I don't think so." "I knew it was too good to
be true that you would actually do something that would make me happy."

   I looked at her and could tell that this was the last chance I would
ever get.  I tentatively reached under King's belly and as gently as
possible hefted his gigantic cock in my hand.  I brushed my fingers lightly
across the head and felt how soft but spongy it was.  As he felt me begin
to manipulate it his cock grew even longer.  If I had not been holding it I
am sure it would have reached the ground.

   I looked for further instruction and saw that Norma was rubbing herself
through her pants.  She noticed me looking at her but did not seem to be
embarrassed.  "Now take him into your mouth." She told me.

   I looked at her like she had two heads.  There was no way that huge
piece of meat would ever get past my teeth.  But I also knew that if I
failed to at least try Norma would drop me like a hot potato.  So I bent
down and opened my mouth as far as I could.  I tried to force a little of
his head into my mouth and was rewarded by a large stream of pre-cum
meeting my tongue.

   Norma saw what had happened and cheered me on.  "That's it Jason.  If
you can't get his all the way in then lick the tip." I started to obey and
again saw her pull that small vial out of her pocket.  She opened the top
and held it to King's nose and he became very animated.  His cock began to
constrict as I ministered to it with my tongue and then shot a huge load of
cum all over my face.  And then Norma started clapping.

   I backed away from the horse and tried to clean up the best I could. 
But no matter what I did short of a hot shower I was not going to get all
of that sticky stuff off of my clothes and my skin.  Norma was laughing at
my efforts and then walked over and reached up and pulled a dollop of horse
cum from behind my ear.  She then held her hand up to my lips and ordered
me to lick her fingers clean.

   As I went to mount my horse for the ride back to the stables I looked
down at myself and saw that my shirt and pants were completely covered with
white sticky goo.  There was no way I was going to show back up in front of
Homer looking like this.  I had seen a pond on the way to this location and
I made a detour in that direction against my wife's objection.  I ignored
her and rode directly to the pond.  I then dismounted, took off my boots
and waded into the water.  I spent as much time as I could scrubbing the
goo from my clothes.  I knew that I would have to walk back soaking wet but
that was better than the alternative.  When I was satisfied that I was a
clean as I was going to get, I took off my shirt and pants and rang as much
water out of them as possible.  I then put them back on and grabbed the
reins of my horse and began walking back.  As we approached the stables
Homer came out and took one look at me and began laughing.  What happened
to the tinhorn?" he asked Norma.

   "Oh he got some white stuff on his clothes and decided to take a bath
before coming back."

   I must have turned three shades of red wondering what the old man
thought I had gotten on my clothes.  I quickly unsaddled my horse and
handed the reins to the old man.  I started back towards the pickup as
Norma talked with Homer.  I could hear his laughter and I wondered what she
had told him about the mornings exploits.  When I got to the truck I found
the cab locked, so all I could do was stand and wait for my wife to finish
up with her visit.

   When she finally did come she pressed the key fob but only once which
unlocked just the driver's door.  I waited for her to unlock my side but
she did not do it.  She said, "You are not riding in front with those wet
clothes.  Climb in the back and find a place to sit.  Get a grip on
something.  It may well be a bumpy ride."

   By the time she stopped at the boot store, my clothes were dry from the
air flowing around the open bed of the truck.  I followed Norma into the
establishment and waited patiently for her to pick out a new pair of boots.
I was shocked when she demanded that I pay with my credit card and noticed
that the total came to over $500.  I was beginning to think that sex with
my wife was a very expensive proposition.

   She dropped me off at my apartment handed me her dirty boots and
announced that I should make sure they were clean and highly polished by
the time she came to pick them up the following weekend.  And then she
said, "And you know how I want you to clean them."

   As I stood in front of my refrigerator trying to decide what I wanted to
fix for my supper, I made up my mind that this new relationship with Norma,
while unbelievably exciting just was not worth the pain and humiliation.  A
while later I picked up my phone and sent her a text message.  "Norma, I
just cannot do the things you want from me.  Yesterday was unbelievable but
today was way more than I could tolerate.  I am sorry, I will polish your
boots this once but after that I am done."

   I received no reply so I figured she had accepted my resolution on the
matter.  But sure enough Saturday morning came and a knock sounded at my
door while I was still in dream land.  I groggily made my way to the door
and tried to get my eyes to focus through the peephole.  I vaguely could
make out Norma standing on the other side with whip in hand and looking
very impatient.  Reluctantly I opened the door.  Her boots that she had
left with me stood off to the side and I picked them up and handed them to
her.  She simply let them drop at her feet.  "Have you already forgot how
to greet me, slave?" she asked.  "Norma, I sent you a message telling you
that I was done with this playacting.  I still love you but I cannot do the
things you want me to.  So you might as well take your boots and go."

   "Before you decide to become a man I would suggest you check your
email." The way she said that made chills crawl up my spine and a sick
feeling settled into the pit of my stomach.

   Without saying anything more to her I walked to the coffee table and
opened my laptop.  It took a few seconds to rouse itself from the sleep
mode it was in and then I typed in my password and open my mail server. 
Sure enough there was an email from Norma and it had the paperclip showing
an attachment had been added.

   When I opened the attachment my whole body sagged.  I had no idea she
had been taking pictures with her phone but there I was as big as life
licking the tip of King's cock.  And then the coup-de-gras was the shot of
my face covered in horse cum.  "I can't believe that you took those
pictures." I said with a sinking heart.

   "Believe it slave.  And you better believe that everyone you know
including your parents, sister and brother will be receiving a copy unless
you do exactly as I tell you.  You can start by being honest with me.  Did
you lick my boots clean before you polished them?"

   I knew that I could not lie to her.  She would know in a heartbeat and
any punishment that I might receive would be tenfold.  "No I cleaned them
with saddle soap and warm water."

   "Well, that will be thirty strokes with the crop for disobeying me.  Get
you shirt and pants off, we might as well get your punishment out of the
way before we go riding."

   She pushed me towards the bedroom and told me to lie face down on the
bed.  "Do I need to restrain you or can you take your punishment like a
man?" I did not reply and so she simply brought the crop down solidly
across both ass cheeks.  The pain was unbelievable and I threw my hands
behind me to protect my flesh.  The next stroke came down across my fingers
and forced me to pull them back out of the way.  I tried to get up but she
put her knee solidly in the middle of my back and brought another blow down
across the top of my legs.  No matter what I tried to protect left another
target open.  By the time she was done I was a bawling mess curled up in
the fetal position.

   "You were pathetic.  I can see that the next time I will have to string
you up to the ceiling.  It takes far too much effort with you flopping
around like a fish.  Put your clothes back on and let's get going.  And we
won't be stopping for breakfast today.  King will provide you with all the
protein you need." She produced a large dog collar and fastened it around
my neck.  She then attached a leash to a ring on the collar and led me from
my apartment oblivious to any of my neighbors that might be watching.  She
did not offer to let me inside the truck but pointed for me to climb in the
back and set down.

   As we rode I saw her put her cell phone to her ear.  From the animated
way she was talking I could tell she was enjoying the conversation although
I had no way of knowing of what was said or to whom it was spoken.

   She again parked the truck just off the drive and came around and told
me to get out of the vehicle.  King was already out of the stable and was
tied to a small eyelet that had been stuck into the ground.  And all around
him there were lawn chairs that had been positioned for some type of
audience.  Norma led me to the big horse and fastened the leash to another
eyelet in the ground.  I was told to get undressed as I would not want a
repeat performance of the week before.

   Only when I was completely naked did the audience begin filing in and
taking seats.  "These folks have paid good money for your performance so
make sure and give them a good show.  She then setup a video camera in a
position where all my actions would be captured.  I was forced to state my
full name and address as the camera started rolling.  This time it was
Homer that produced the vial.  When he opened it and held it under `King's
nose.  King's cock immediately sprang into view.  I knew what was expected
of me and so I reached out, picked up that huge piece of meat and began
caressing it.  I could hear the oohs and aahs from the crowd and then
outright applause as I began licking that spongy head.  I managed to
squeeze it together enough to get just the tip into my mouth and I worked
my cheeks in a sucking motion.  I wanted to get the horse off as quickly as
I could.  But it seemed to take a long time before I felt him tense and
beginning spewing his load onto my face.

   I did not turn away but I tried to keep my mouth tightly closed in an
effort to avoid ingesting the cum.  I heard the crowd becoming restless and
my wife yell.  "Open your mouth and eat your breakfast, faggot.  Remember I
have not only the pictures but this nice tape as well."

   I opened my mouth and was surprised that King was still ejaculating. 
The think white goo shot into my mouth and I almost gagged at the force of
it.  When he finally had finished and his cock started to retract back into
his sheath.  I was order to scrape as much cum off my face and put it in my
mouth as possible.  I had never tasted anything as vile as that horse's
cum. I would rather be dead than have to do that again.  But having those
pictures shown to my family was worse than being dead so I knew if I was
ordered to do a repeat performance I would obey.

   When she was satisfied that I had consumed as much of King's ejaculate
as possible, Norma came over and took my leash.  The crowd had started to
disburse and so I hoped my torment was over but I was proved to be wrong.
Norma turned to Homer and asked.  "How many more crowds do you have
scheduled for this weekend?"

   "Well originally I was only going to schedule two as I figured King
would not be able to perform more than one a day.  But then a friend of
mine offered me the use of three of her stallions.  So I figure we can get
three more groups today and four tomorrow.  That coupled with the sale of
the tapes we should easily be able to clear over one hundred thousand
dollars."

   "That is wonderful but I think we can get even more by forcing him to
lick the boots of the audience clean afterwards.  And of course there are
always folks that will pay good money to whip someone.  Jason I think you
are going to have to quit your job.  You will be staying here at the horse
farm from now on.  You are just worth too much as a sex star to be working
in sales."

   The end.

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