ther was here to boost his career she didn't delude herself for second to think he cared for anyone but himself, he was desperate to become Mayor.

Hence the reason she was here as well as the rest of the Blake family. Her mother had always worshipped her father, she would always follow. Her younger brother was there too- just started college Rick Jr. tried to look like he was bothered about what their father was doing, although Tory suspected he‘d rather be out having a life. And then there was Tory herself, she was in PR, of course with her father's helpful pushes she got to that career choice but that was unimportant. Twenty-five and daddy still rules the roost. It annoyed her. But guilt trips were often dealt, it terms of ‘Oh honey we paid for that school you wanted so desperately to go to, can't you come to a dinner for me. It's dinner, nothing big." even though every time he dealt that he didn't realise that he had basically drove her to an out of state college with his various ideas to make a difference as he put it. Of course the current Mayor was there, trying to show everyone he was good for re-election, as well as others trying to get his place. Then there was him.

They'd been looking at each other from across the room since she got there, maybe it was the fire-engine red, tight, thin strap dress she's wearing, it could be the silky, blonde ringlets that gracefully touch the tops of her shoulders when her head dipped slightly, but what ever It was that draw his eyes to her it never strayed, drawing her attention to his back clean cut hair and elegant dark, grey suit, then to his eyes. Eyes of the deepest blue, holding the deepest promises. Infact the whole look of him shrieked sexual fulfilment. He seemed to have an air of arrogance to him, confidence almost that he could make any woman fall to her knees. Begging for something only he could give. Looking at him, she tried to keep her temperature under control, he looked like he was too. If he was anyone else they could drain their thirsts off each other. But they couldn't.

She couldn't go to him she knew that. He was one of the reasons her father had wanted the family to go the fund-raiser. Callum Andrews. He was also up for Mayor, and her father was getting worried about the polls. At first her father had thought it was funny that Andrews would even try for it, insisting someone as young as thirty-three would never be excepted as a candidate never mind Mayor itself. Then soon after that Andrews had come up with the campaign of the ‘young being able to help the young, because the young are the future' basing it on help for schools and educations, shelters and run-aways. Her father had decided when Andrews and himself, Rick Snr. Blake as he said at the time, were level pegging in the poles, he would use as angle Andrews didn't have to use. Family. That was his trump card. After he had pulled that one out he had been scarily glee-full saying how the young these days didn't settle down as quick as they use to, giving him the advantage. It was Saturday now, he had started ‘Mission Family' on Monday, it had a whole five or six days for the city to see how caring Candidate Blake was about his family. As he had said, this dinner would be perfect for the world to meet them.

The papers had never had any pictures of his family, the reporters had asked about that during the week. He had simply said he cared too much about his family to put them in the directness of the papers, and had finished it by saying how his family, caring for him so much, had insisted on going with him to this dinner and any other one as proof of their support. She was in PR she knew why it worked- it was about love, saying how a family man who loves his family enough to do that and his family do that for him in proof of their love, would of course love the city just as much if not more so, saying he has enough love for everyone. It was clever. When she had told him how low it was, her father had simply responded with- ‘If he is going to use his looks, I'm going to use what other thing the women audience wants I'm going to use their idea of love' she couldn't blame him, if he wanted to win he was going the right way about it. She thought as she made her way to the nearest waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes, only to get there and find them all gone and the waiter looking apologetic.

"Champagne?"

came a deep voice from behind her. Turning quickly she lost her balance slightly only to have the owner of the deep voice draw an arm around her, not quite gripping her because of a flute glass graced both of his large hand. Andrews' hand, she discovered as she raised her eyes.

"Maybe champagne isn't a good idea if your feeling dizzy" he said tightening his grip with his arm the best he with a glass still in his hand. Tory could feel the heat from his arm seep though the thin fabric of her gown give her skin goose bumps, and blush seep up her neck. Shaking him off, she crossed her arms over her breasts to hide the way her nipples had puckered at the mere glance of his arm on her back.

"I'm not dizzy" she lied, she was dizzy when ever she looked at him but she wasn't going to let him know that. "Thank you" she said taking one of the flutes from his hands.

A lazy smile strayed onto his lips "how do you know that was for you?" he asked with mischief glinting in his blue eyes.

Horror swept though her, could he just have been asking if she still wanted some there was other waiters? Oh god-

"Er? Female Intuition?"

"Good guess" he said clinking his glass slightly to hers, a small smile playing on his full lips.

Relief burst though her, then horror again. This was her father's enemy, why was he being nice to her? Could it-? Could it be he didn't know who she was? Who she was connected to? Who gave her have her genetic information? Well that was getting a little too far, but did he?

"Callum Andrews" he said sticking his hand out to her, and infolding her hand in an electric buzz, causing her to flinch slightly and remove her hand quickly. Looking back up at him she saw awareness and humour.

"Your Blake's daughter aren't you? Victoria Blake? Am I right?"

Okay that knocked that ‘not-knowing-who-I-am' theory Tory thought to herself. "Tory" she said, holding the flute close to her bosom.

"Tory" he acknowledged quietly with a husky drawl.

Her skin heated. She didn't understand it how could she be reacting like this, and all he had do was say her name. She was becoming increasingly aware of the panties she had discarded so she wouldn't have panty lines.

She gulped "Nice to meet you, Andrews" she said trying to distract herself.

"Callum"

"Excuse me?" she questioned

"Callum" he repeated "Call me Callum"

"Maybe" she said ambiguously.

"So you're the PR" he stated

"That's right, so you want to be Mayor" she said being obvious telling him she knew about him too, that she had done her homework as he obviously had too.

"Touché" he said with a smile.

The silence seemed deadly, she didn't know who would speak first.

"Want to dance?" he said casually.

"Oh, I don't know-" she said looking over her shoulder to see where her father was.

"Don't worry about him" he said reading her mind, she turned her head back to him "Dance?" he repeated.

She looked at his hand.

"yeah, okay" she said placing her small hand in his large one.

He pulled her closer to him putting his glass then hers onto the nearest table, then leading her to the dance floor. Wrapping his now free arm around her he rested it on her lower back encouraging her to lean against him. Her nipples hardened. She heard him suck in breath. Her legs felt weak. His arms got tighter.

What was she doing?! Tory broke free from the embrace of his arms and made her way out of the room passing rich couples as she went out of the ballroom and into the hotel hallway. She all but collapsed as she slouched against the wall near the door the busy ball room. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to calm herself. She shouldn't being reacting like this is wasn't right-

She felt as small pressure on her left hip, she snapped her eyes opened wide. Andrews. He had followed her. He gaze snapped to her hip, his hand was resting on it, his thumb moving in small circles, causing her to shudder with wanting, sensations clouding her head.

Her eyes followed past his wrist, arm, shoulder to his neck were his adams apple bounced slightly to her scrutiny. Up to his face, cranking her neck to look into his eyes. They were glazed, his fingers tightened on her hip, his eyes were glowing almost as if on fire. His lips slightly parted, his head getting closer and closer, until his lips collided with hers. Hungry, lips pressed into hers, nibbling on her bottom lip, parting her lips allowing his tongue entrance to hers, moulding their tongues Andrews gripped her hip tighter until he pulled apart, their breath coming in gasps.

He grabbed her hand pulling her along the hallway. She couldn't believe this, she had fantasized about this, ever since she saw his eyes on her in the ballroom and now- now she was going to- going to…

He was fiddling with his key card, they were outside a hotel room, she had noticed to busy thinking about what might happen to realise it already was happening. He opened the door pulling her into the elegant room, he pulled her by her hand, turned to shut the door and push her back against the door. Hip to hip she could feel the full length of him, hard and ready almost as if piercing her dress, her right strap slid off her shoulder almost as if it had a life of it‘s own.

Grabbing her hand again he led her to the bedroom and up the vanity, holding her in place right in front of him, looking into a big, oval, gilded mirror on the top of the make-up table. She went to pull away and go to the bed when he gripped her hand and pulled her back where she was in his embrace.

"No" he said huskily, gently moving his hand over the aching nipples straining against the bodice of her thin gown, making her arch into his palm, until he gripped her harder, the moan escaping her lips sounding more like shriek of joy then anything else.

"I want …" he said breathing heavily, as he felt her nipples get harder "… I want … to watch … you cum" he said nibbling on her bare shoulder, where one of the straps had fallen down earlier.

She gasped.

He lifted some of the hair dangling by her shoulder and started planting kisses up her neck, nibbling as he went to her ear, licking it and sucking on the lobe. His eyes on the mirror. His left hand sunk it's way into the top of the dress. His finger's toying with the pert bud, watching her face in the mirror. Her eyes closed. This was crazy, but she loved it she was in a hotel room with her father's enemy and rival, and she didn't want to be anywhere else. She want to feel these sensations.

She wanted to feel his hand and lips on her everywhere, she wanted him inside her, pumping in and out of her, playing with her till she burst, she wanted- oh! She thought as he hand flicking her swollen nipple, his right hand smoothing it's way down the dress, lifting it off the floor and past her black strappy high heeled sandals. She should remove them she thought but before she could bend down to undo the buckle Andrews whispered in her ear "keep them on" in his breathy drawl.

Pulling the right side of the silky gown past her knees she would surely faint of it all before he got to her cunt. The gown dipping on the other side from where his hand was still in the bodice, his right hand moved further up to where the strap holding a triangle of covering should be. The hand on her breast stilled. She felt him smile next to her ear, her eyes opened and darted to the mirror in front of them. The smile that teased his lips was almost devilish, but definitely playful. His left hand moved from her breast to her ribs underneath, rubbing firmly.

"Well, well…" he hushed out on her ear "what do we have here." the smile evident in his voice.

Lightly placing his fingers where her hipster panties would usually be, he skimmed the skin gently, causing her to shudder with appreciation at the awareness running though her body at 90 mph, she was going to cum. She could feel the build up, he was lightly tracing the tan line, her mind was blowing.

"Come on Tory baby, cum for me, I know your close"

He moved his left hand back up quickly gently squeezing the nipple, her body started to convulse, he eyes shutting as the shaking consumed her senses. Her whole body shrieking and her moans becoming squeals of pleasure.

"That's it, yeah that's it" he whispered in her ear. Dragging the left shoulder strap down and the flimsy material covering her plump breasts down until up was folded up past her ribs. His left hand cupping her breast possessively, gripping, tugging and flicking at her bruised nipple.

His right hand moved onto her aching cunt. She hadn't expected it- he had been placing such avid attention to her breasts she had nearly forgotten about the center of where his attentions should be. He moved his fingers over the over the short triangle of dark, blonde curls covering her puffed-up pussy lips. Gliding his fingers over the opening of the lips he felt her hot and slick pussy juices seep though her folds. She could feel him pushing his fingers past them to her inflamed clit, he touched and she burst again, the shudders racked over body- she felt herself slip. Andrews put his left arm around her just under her round breasts, holding her up.

"Oh- OH god, Andrews!"

"Callum" he pressed in her ear. "Say it! Say my name, say Callum, I want to hear my name on your lips when I push into you, say it."

"Callum" she repeated willingly "Callum"

"Good girl, good girl" he said hoarsely pressing harder on her swollen clit, her moans turning to cries. Slipping his fingers lower he urged her fingers further apart. "Look into the mirror" came the small command near her ear. She looked up. Her hair was dishevelled, her eyes glassy, he lips plump and bruised with colour. His left arm was still rest underneath her breasts, his thumb grazing gently over her right, untouched nipple. She moaned. His right fingers were going further and further towards her cunt, he cupped her. She gasped. The moaned again as she felt his long index finger dive into her hot folds, he slipped into her and she tossed her head back onto Callum's torso.

He pressed into the wall of her cunt with his finger and then slip another one in, pushing and tickling her insides, pulling them out and in, she could only imagine it was him, she wouldn't have to wait long, but it made her even more wet thinking about it, her liquids pouring slowly onto his fingers, dripping on his hand. She was so close, so close and he came out. She moaned a protest. And unzipped his trousers rubbing his long dick behind her. With out his hand holding the remains of the dress up, it had slipped to her feet, his arm still around her, he lifter her out of the dress that had pooled at her feet and nestled her against the hardness of his cock behind her.

She could feel some of the pre-cum drip onto her back she had to touch it- she just had to. Bending forward out of the gaze of the mirror, legs still parted she reached for under her legs. Gripping him she rubbed him in her palm and against her ass, nuzzling him. Holding his like a joy stick, only this was a whole different kind of joy she would get from this stick, she thought as she circled her thumb over his velvet bell-end, hearing his gasps and grunts of pleasure she smiled to herself. She could see the pre-cum now, whereas before she could only feel it. She had to get closer she had to taste it, if only a little. Skimming her tongue over his fiery end soon stopped her exploring, he cried out and lifted her head back up to the mirror.

"Little witch" he said with a hoarseness in his voice he couldn't hide.

"I'm not cumming until I'm inside you" he said lower both of his hand over her abdomen, lowering them further till they grip her thighs hard, he lifted her up and her calves wrapped around his legs, her upper body swung forward, her breast bouncing slightly as her hand braced her on the vanity table.

"Look in the mirror, I want to see you when I push into you, when you cum while I'm inside you. And don‘t forget-"

"Callum" she remembered, how could she not? "CALLUM! Hurry I need you inside me. NOW!"

Aligning himself with her cunt from behind, rubbed the tip of his cock, provocatively over it. "Are you sure you want it now?" he teased, she heard the smile in his voice. "What it I-"

"NOW!"

With one quick thrust he went the hilt, he moved his hands to her hips, gripping her. A shriek passed her lips and she tossed her head back in ecstasy.

"LOOK!" he urged. Her head came back up and started back at him though the mirror, his eyes like an ocean storm as he pumped into her, out, in, out. Her mouth jittering with silent moans, her eyes begging to shut, while he brain screaming no.

"Oh god, OH Callum!" she moaned her knuckles turning white, from gripping the vanity.

A slight chuckle came from his lips, it into a moan as her insides began to contract around his still hard cock, it going deeper and deeper. Her insides squeezing him as she began to shudder her climax, Callum shuddering too.

"Oh baby yeah, oh Tory!" he let out haggardly as he filled her with his creamy cum, some sliding back out onto his cock. He moved his hands to her waist pulling her to him and onto the floor, wrapping his arms around her and said.

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall…"

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them, she didn't feel the best about herself in that respect. She looked good she'd admit that but she just didn't have the confidence.

She had long, slightly curly, light brown hair, it went down to her waist and framed the creamy skin of her face. With high cheek bones and huge green eyes, she'd call herself not bad looking, but she felt better when she was with female company. But then again she didn't have much of a choice. The school she was in was an all girl one the only guys there were, were the priests and the stable hands.

Sister Jessup had told her Bridget would meet her down at the stable to help her. Bridget was in the same class, year and sleeping block as her, she was beautiful like Ellie but in opposite ways, having almost like a gleaming gold shine to her shoulder length, straight hair, a small nose and deep blue eyes. She was a lot of opposites Ellie thought since Bridget was pure confidence, maybe Sister Jessup thought some of it might rub off onto her. Bridget was a good rider too, see amazed nearly everyone with her talent, that's why Ellie supposed she was helping her.

Before Ellie hand come out to the stable she had put up her hair in a low pony tail, to both keep it out of the way while at the same time have a helmet on her head. She also put on a pair of baggy, old, faded jeans with a big tear in the left knee matched with a big, navy, sports sweater on to keep warm, completed by her tan boots.

Just then she heard a noise come from the front outside the stable door. She had been waiting in the main part of the new stable where the horses would be transferred to soon, fresh hay had been put down in preparation but no moves yet. She walked out into the small court yard out the front of the stable block and saw Bridget with her back towards her saddling up Missy, a chestnut coloured horse. Bridget had come wearing a hot pink cardigan sweater top and pair of black jeans matched with her black riding boots, her golden hair separated into pig tails behind her black velvet helmet. She had just finished sorting out Missy when she turned around a smile on her face, she must have heard her come up behind because she handed her a whip before she saw it was her. Then she handed over a helmet.

"Come on Elle, lets get you saddled up" she said a smile on her face.

"Er, I think your confused my name is Ellie"

"I know, I was just shortening it, you don't mind do you?" she said sincerely.

"N-no of course, it's just some people-"

"Don't worry about what people say, it shouldn't matter. But I'm glad you don't think I'm one of those people"

"N-no of course not"

"Good" she said taking Ellie's hand "Lets get you saddled up then" she said helping he onto the horse.

Bridget noticing her stiff frame as she led Missy into the riding pen, halted the horse, then looked at Ellie. Ellie could tell she could she the fear that had sketched into her eyes as soon as the had sat on the horse. But she smiled.

"Try not to be scared Elle, horses can sense your fear, and when your tense like that they know you don't trust them, so they don't trust you either. And that is accidents happen." Ellie stiffened even more at the thought of an accident happening. Bridget seeing this started to rub her back, as soon as Bridget's hand touched her, just like when she was helping to get her on Missy that warm feeling settled a feeling her stomach. God she hoped Bridget didn't know what was going on with her she thought her body becoming rigid against Bridget's hand. Feeling it Bridget looked up. Put her hand on each side of the saddle and hauled herself up.

"Right" she said placing herself behind Ellie. Then placing her hands on Ellie's hips. Ellie hardened not knowing what to do.

"Right" Bridget repeated, then she continued "the best way to calm yourself down and un-tensing muscles is simply to thing about something else. Something that had nothing to do with fear. Sometimes it's showing you how the horse moves, so you can get you rhythm, showing you that it's safe. We'll try that one first" she said he hands gripping Ellie's hips harder.

"You've seen people ride yeah?"

"yeah" she choked out, trying not to feel the heat of Bridget's fingers pressing into her hips.

"You've seen them trot?"

"Yeah"

"Well they move their hips in a rhythm, here let me show you" she said started to move her hips, circling towards Ellie, then her fingers were urging her on "Go on try it" Bridget whispered breathlessly in her ear. So she did. Bridget's hips grinding against hers at the same time. Her cunt getting wet through her blue jeans, grinding hard and harder against Missy's saddle. Then she stopped suddenly feeling colour rush to her cheeks, she was so close- and it wasn't suppose to be that what she was feeling at all. Shame boiled in her.

"I see we're going to have to try a different tactic" Ellie felt guilty, she hadn't even been thinking about the horse and she hand relaxed, but she could tell her that she would want to know what she was thinking about, then she would laugh, then she would- oh! Bridget's hands moved. Quickly. From her hips to the wetness in-between her legs, pressing, feeling the wet denim.

"So..." she said her voice smiling "... that's why you stopped..." she breathed in Ellie's ear "... you were excited..." she said pressing harder causing a helpless moan to escape Ellie's lips. "... you wanted this ..." she said rubbing her index fingers along the increasingly wet denim. "... well maybe..." she started, moving her left hand, leaving her right one still placed on the wetness near her cunt. Moving it to the top of her waistband slipping her fingers underneath "... this will..." he fingers going beneath the elastic band of her white cotton panties "... help you..." her fingers trailing around her pubic hair, twirling her fingers around the curls "... ride with confidence" with that last word she slipped her finger past her pussy lips and into her sleek wetness, grazing Ellie's clit with her thumb, Bridget used her other hand to rub her through her rough trousers, pushing her hand further along her front creases until the side of one of Ellie's ass cheeks, rubbing gently. The sensations washing over her, her head went back to Bridget's shoulder. Then her hands stilled, leaving Ellie unfulfilled and a small protest came out.

"You want more?" Bridget smiled "I know you want more, tell me you want more, you want more?!"

"Yes, oh god yes!" as soon as she said that Bridget removed the hand that was teasing her a ass cheek and held onto the rains as moved the horse into a trot , her hand and fingers still tightly imbedded in Ellie's cunt. Each trot of the horse causing Bridget's finger to move more and more, Ellie gripping Bridget's thighs as they stopped outside the new stables, gasped as she came all over Bridget's delicate fingers. Slipping her hand out of her underwear and jeans, gripped her hips and swung herself down, helping Ellie down at the same time, then tying Missy to a post right next to it.

"You want more. So lets give you more" she said with a smug smile, taking Ellie by the hand and leading her into the stable- pulling her into a stall Bridget pulled out a old faded, flannel blanket and laid in on the fresh straw. Pulling Ellie into the center on the blanket Bridget pulled Ellie to her and kissed her firmly on the lips, Ellie gasped from within the embrace, slightly opening her mouth. Bridget took advantage of her shock, pushing her tongue past Ellie's teeth and moulding it with her own tongue, sucking in her bottom lip, Bridget gently bit it, pulling the bobble out of her low pony tail, Ellie moved her hands from Bridget's shoulders to undo her helmet. Bridget placed her hands over it, stopping her in the process.

"No, I like it" she said trying to get her breath back, putting her hand to Ellie's hair and spreading out the curls. Then he hand slipped from her back past her shoulders, to rest on Ellie's breasts through the woollen material. Ellie could feel them beading under Bridget's touch, she began to rub around them, missing the tips, leaving them aching to fulfilment. Then as quickly as her hands were there they were gone and climbing underneath her big shapeless jumper, whipping it clear off her head and past the still intact velvet black helmet, revealing Ellie's cotton 34C bra. Bridget's fingers going straight for Ellie's erect nipples. She had never gone this far not even with a guy, oh god but it felt good. Snapping her bra to reveal her breasts to her, Bridget nuzzled them with her face.

"Lie down" she said into her breasts. Obediently Ellie lay on the old blanket, Bridget went straight for her baddy jeans, pulling them down with her panties past her dark curls and further down her smooth thighs and firm calves, tugging them past the tan boots on Ellie's feet. The cool air in contact with her pale skin gave her goose bumps of pleasure, beside her boots on and helmet Ellie was completely naked, Bridget stood up, and Ellie raised herself on her knees, moving her hands up her legs on the firm black denim, tugging them until the feel past her knees were a black riding boots came up to. Pushing Ellie back down to the blanket, Bridget shoved her jeans and the panties that had been pulled down with them clear off and mounted Ellie, sitting slightly Bridget's naked bare cunt connected together, throwing while she was at it her pink sweater to reveal a hot pink silk bra. Grabbing Ellie's hands she thrust them onto her 36Ds, causing the front clasp to burst open, Bridget's breasts and pink, swollen nipples spilling into Ellie's hands.

Ellie rubbed- just like Bridget did for her, surround the nipple while never touching it unless to give a slight flick, Bridget's cheeks pink with frustration she collapsed onto Ellie, he mouth going straight for her engorged nipples causing Ellie to cry out in delight at the awareness sweeping over body, Bridget nibbled on Ellie's teat making her groan, then she sat up, wrapping her black booted leg around Ellie's tan ankle booted one she grinded her cunt against hers, making shouts of joy pass through both their mouths until their inflamed pussy lips spilt their wet juicy cum on each others thighs. Bridget collapsed onto Ellie's knee her ribs resting on the top of the knee, then she was gone and next Ellie saw she was kneeling in-between Ellie's open legs with a whip in the right hand, flicking it slightly with her left.

She couldn't believe this was happening, Bridget picked up the small whip, shimmering it gently over her clit making her residue drip onto it, Ellie's breath catching in her throat coming out as gasps as she felt herself get closer and closer, then it was inside her, pushing and pushing- till it got to her resistance, then with a brief shot of pain it was though, cringing with slight pain. The whip had slipped through her wet and slippery folds, tickling her swollen insides with it's tip. Throwing her head back she closed her eyes, almost fighting the sensations shaking her body to it's core. Her breathing was layered, coming out in gasps, seeming as if the air couldn't find her body fast enough, she could feel Bridget's left hand resting on inner part of her right thigh. Then she could feel calloused finger-tips on her clit again. Strong fingers big fingers. Clutching the sides of the rough blanket, she held on.

"Yes! ... Oh yessss!" her own heart beat pulsing in her ears, blocking off every other sound, while at the same time bucking against both the fingers and whip that was surrounded by her inflamed cunt.

"Oh, OH! GOD!, oh yes" she squealed the thrill having this object that she never wished to use on horse was being used on her.

"You like that?!" Bridget hissed, almost breathless. Some Ellie could tell she was turn on by what she was doing too.

"God yes! Oh Lord!!! Pressing it in further I'm going to cum!! OH!"

"Now, now..." Bridget started trying to grab back her breath, Ellie hearing the smile in her voice "That's blasphemy"

Ellie couldn't help it, the smile turned into a laugh, that laugh soon turned into moans of pleasure as the tip of the whip seemed to flick around inside her.

The whip going in, and out, and back, the fingers almost tickling her clit, then suddenly squeezing was almost like Bridget was milking her, her juices spilling on the rod, still deeply imbedded in her tunnel. Her cum dripping on the handle of the whip and the finger-tips that had given her so much pleasure. She started to descend, then she thought about Bridget's hands, one hand to hold the whip and the other was still resting on her thigh, who did the fingers of the other person belong to, her eyes fluttered open.

It was a stable boy, he was about twenty in age, or at least that was what she could tell through her dazed eyes. He saw her look up, he smiled. One hand now motionless on her clit, her cum still on his fingers, then she saw his hand undone his jeans, his hand on his large cock, leaving the end in clear view, his cum all over his left hand. He pulse had been bang so hard in her ears she hadn't heard his grunts of pleasure. But from were he had stood by the door he was now on his knees next to Bridget. Of course they had left the horse out! He had probably put Missy away and heard them. He had taken off his shirt and his jeans were hanging past his buttocks opened were his cock had been thrust out.

"Mark wanted to join in. I knew you would mind" Bridget said with a smile.

Just Mark grabbed the rod of the whip and Bridget let go causing a moan to growl in her throat "My turn" he said with a devious smile. Bridget leaned on Mark's back and stroked his ass. Slipping the whip out, he looked at the mix between the blood and cum that christened the flimsy tip. He licked it and looked at her again. Surging forward his head sank between her legs, making her gasp as his tongue played with her clit. Bridget was pulling his jeans down more, followed by his underwear, they went to his knees. Bridget nibbling on his ass, as he licked and nibbled at Ellie's clit. Sucking on the swollen bud, he pressed his tongue into her cunt causing her juices to spill, again and again as it probed her insides. Cumming into his mouth, Mark swallowing her sweet nectar as it flowed from her. He rose on his knees, Bridget still behind him playing with his nipples, making them stand on their peaks.

Then he grabbed Ellie's ass and pulled her to him pulling her on top of his cock and impaling her on it. The shock of the quick entry taking the breath out of her lungs momentarily as he thrust into, gripping onto her ass cheeks moving her in the rhythm you would to ride, over and over, harder and harder.

"Come on" he groaned, fingers skimming the red flesh were his fingers had been on her ass. He began to slap. "Oh!" she exclaimed as adrenalin burst in her. "Ride me, baby" he slapped her ass again, surging her higher and higher. She grabbed the back of his head as he thrust over and over. "Harder!" she growled in his ear "Harder!!!" she squealed as Bridget came around to her as pushed her further down impaling herself on him more. Bridget using one hand to play with one of nipples as he bit the other, still thrust further and further into her- just when she thought she would split in two she came, bright light filling her eyes, her hearing muffled he came, emptying his creamy cum inside her tunnel. She fell back, dizziness clouded over her and sleep took over as blackness went over her eyes.

Waking up a few hours later she was dressed again and lying on the old blanket. Her helmet and whip were next to her- she took them and got Missy from a nearby stall. She went round the pen, now she could ride. Taking her around in a trot she saw Bridget and Mark standing at the gate. Smiling she went one more round the course, the sun setting in the distance. She rode with confidence.

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