| Spank Me |
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They raced as fast as they could into prairie. Gwenda Thorne, with butts up, legs slightly bent, torso horizontally leaning forward towards the head of her horse, hands grasping the leather strap and arms leaning over the horse's neck, she concentrated on heading towards a huge tree in the meadows. Thomas Grasse raced alongside her with his beautiful black stallion. Free pictures / Free pictures / Free pictures
"Yeeee Haaaa!!!" he shouted. "Common, Babe," Gwenda said softly to her mixed breed medium sized horse.
Thomas had a short thin whip that he lightly used on his horse while Gwenda had none. She loved her horse as if her horse was her best friend. Thomas was a horse racer and he cared for his horse just as a horse-athlete. He trained him well, fed him well, brushed him and talked to him a lot. Before they started this race, Thomas said that Gwenda's horse, Goldie was a mutt. Gwenda was thoroughly offended. "Goldie is a precious horse. She has character and style. Yes, I know she is small and not as fine looking as your Blackie, but Goldie CAN RUN! I tell you, SHE CAN RUN!" "Really? How about a race then?" was the response of Thomas. "Well, I will take that as a challenge. Now, what do I get if my Goldie wins?" asked Gwenda. "I will treat you to the most expensive restaurant you want to go to for dinner tonight." "Okay. I'll take that." "And may I ask you, what do I receive if my Blackie wins?" Thomas asked in return. "You get nothing." She snapped. "... because you will have proven your point by then." "Hahahaha! GIRLS!" he commented laughing his stomach out. "Well, I will take the challenge even if I know that I will not receive anything if I win," finalized Thomas. "Call!" agreed Gwenda. "The first one to reach that single big fat tree in the center of the meadow wins," said Thomas. "Call!" agreed Gwenda in a very determined look and tone.
Their horses were panting hard. All that could be heard in the peaceful prairie were the racing momentum sounds of two sets of four horses' hoofs while horseshoes thumped on the grassy land and the heavy breathing of the two horses accompanied by sounds coming out of their mouths that had an iron rod stuck in them mixed with saliva and tongue rolling about the rod. Thomas slowed down a bit to observe Gwenda's butts from behind. "MMmmm, I would love to spank those juicy butts!" he fantasized. This made him horny. He thought that if he lost, he had to treat her out and he kind of expected some sort of nifty ‘dessert' afterwards. And if he won, he would have to take the chance between hoping she might be giving him an erotic prize and not hoping she might just go home. He had to decide quickly because he could see the tree from where they were at. "I guess I should let her win because the percentage of I expecting some exciting episode later if she won will be greater than if I won. Because she said she will not give me anything if I won because I will have proven that my horse is faster," he thought. "Well, she's right. Okay, I will have to make her win," he finally decided.
Thomas tried his best to make his horse look as though he was trying his best to catch up but could not. Gwenda could feel that Blackie was almost winning, but she could also see that Goldie's head was ahead. They finally reached the fat tree. Goldie won.
"HA HAAAA! EEEeee, Goldie! We won!" Gwenda screamed with delight. She jumped out of Goldie and hugged her. "That's my GIRL!" Goldie licked Gwenda's face still panting. Gwenda stroked her hair and neck. Thomas alighted from his horse in a dignified way. "Congratulations, My Lady," bowed Thomas. "So, we shall go back home, take a shower and get ready for our little celebration on your win. Is that right, Madame?" asked he, smilingly in a very polite manner. "Oh yes! That is definitely CORRECT!" "Shall we?" Thomas gestured to ride their horses back home.
They had a festive dinner at the most expensive restaurant as promised by Thomas. Gwenda loved to eat. Food was her weakness. Anyone who treated her with good expensive food, she would reciprocate the deed in other means. For her, anything that was FREE tasted way better than any food cooked by any expert chef. When he drove her home, she asked him to come in her house for a drink to toast to her great win over a champion stallion. "I've got the best wine in the city. I have a cellar of wines down my basement. Do you want to see my collection of wines?" "Sure do, Ma'am," "And just call me, Gwen," replied Gwenda. "Yes, Ms. Gwen," replied Thomas politely. "No, just ‘Gwen and no ‘Ms.'," she said. "Yes, Gwen," he said.
Gwen led the way to the cellar. Thomas' eyes widen at the sight of a wide array of wines -- different years, and different fermentations, all displayed on mirrored shelves and in mirrored cases in a huge mirrored room. Everything was mirrored -- from table top, to flooring, to ceiling, to doors and to walls. "Wow! Splendid!" Thomas eyes were impressed. Gwen pulled out a wine bottle of year 1899, poured the wine into two wine glasses at the bar located at the opposite side of the wine shelves display. They sat in the high round stools. There was also a mini theatre-like living set in the same area of the bar. A big movie screen was on the opposite mirrored wall and a remote controlled mirrored wall partition divided the theatre-bar room from the wine cellar. Gwen clapped her hands once and a movie came up on the screen. Thomas volunteered to press the button to slide the mirrored partition close. "PORN," Gwen said in a firm voice. A porn movie came up on the big screen. "What kind of porn do you like to watch?" asked Gwen. "Spanking," replied Thomas. "Say it in a firm voice," instructed Gwen. "SPANKING," repeated Thomas firmly. The screen changed to a porn movie wherein they spanked each other. Thomas laughed, "This is great!" "LOUDER," he commanded and the volume became louder. He did not notice that Gwen was already naked and before he knew it, she was already removing his clothes for him. She sat on his already ready dick, "Do you like spanking?" "Oohh, YES," "Then, do it on me ... because I like being spanked," she commanded. He whacked her most gorgeous juicy pair of butts that he admired earlier when they were on top of Goldie. And at that moment, he could see them reflecting back at him from the mirror opposite them. He could see the red hand and finger marks on her butt. He spanked them again. They became redder. And he spanked them more over and over again. This made Gwen real crazy shaking her head wildly in circles. Her body moved in a wave-like manner and her tummy belly-danced. The high bar stool Thomas sat on rotated and rotated. "Aah ... FUCK ME .. AAAH FUCK ME ... eeeee," she screamed. Still connected, he stood up and leaned his back on the bar and fucked her in standing position. He spanked her on her butts to guide her on his abrupt rough jerks of pleasure. "OOH YES! That's it, hit me! FUCK me! HIT ME HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!" He did everything she said. He spanked her butt at that same moment he pushed his dick to the deepest portion of her insides. This made Thomas go real crazy.
Still connected, he moved them to one of the theatre's love seat. Out of instinct, Gwen spanked Thomas butts to push his dick deeper while she was being pinned down by him in the love seat. This really made Thomas go rougher and stronger with his movements, which to Gwen was the most thrilling sex she had ever had. "Ugh, Ugh..umm... Yes, TAKE ALL my PUSSY, TAKE IT ALLLLLLL!!!" she screamed. She thrashed. "TAKE MINE, COMMON ... I'm cumming!!" he said. Thomas turned into a violent barbarian excreting a dam full of swimmers with tails into Gwen's exotic well of heaven. They both fell asleep in that position with dick remaining inside Gwen's pussy.
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