Mz Rainbow Is Ridden Hard

It was a sunny summer Saturday morning when the car and driver picked her up and whisked her out of the city and out into the countryside, finally crunching up a gravel driveway towards a small estate house set in its own ground.

Before they reached the main house, the car swung off to one side and pulled around to a separate set of stable buildings.   The car stopped and the driver spoke for the first time.

"Leave your bag in here and I'll pick you up later and get you home.   Head through that side door there."  He indicates a very agricultural stable door.  You step out of the day, hesitant to leave your bag and everything you'd normally have with you, and watch as the car drives away around the buildings.  You pick your way across the grass, struggling a little in your low heels, the breeze whipping your yellow summer dress around your knees and finally make it across the concrete to the door.  Everything is very quiet and still.

When you open the door and step into the stables, it's still very quiet, warm, and a little musky.  There's a concrete floor, tack hanging on the walls, and individual corals for horses, some of which are occupied.   You take a few steps forward, looking around and seeing nobody before finally calling out.

"Hello?  Anybody around?  I'm, erm..."  You trail off.  You've no idea how to finish the sentence.  "I'm here to get fucked?  I'm the entertainment?   I got an invitation I couldn't turn down?"

Luckily before you have to say anything more a tall older gentleman comes around the corner, dressed for riding with black boots and a riding crop at his hip.

"You're here!  Excellent! Just in the nick of time too, they're nearly back.  Come on, hurry though, we've just got time to get you fitted out!"

Taking your hand he leads you further into the stables, and stops at an open coral.

"Let's have a look at you then," he says, lifting your chin up with his finger and peering down at you, then spins you round by the shoulders and cops a feel in a very businesslike manner.  He cups your breast, squeezes your bum, and runs a hand up your bare leg, feeling the hem of your knickers.

"Very nice, very nice," he murmurs to himself, "The club always finds such lovely specimens."

Finally talking to you and not himself he says, "Slip those knickers off, you'll not need those, and step inside.  Everything is waiting for you."

You step out of your knickers and not sure what to do with them, hang them over the coral door before opening in.  Inside it's very deep in fresh hay, and you step in, having to lift your knees high and then sinking into it.

"All mucked out this morning and lovely and fresh just for you," you hear behind you, "Now hopefully I've got the right size."

A black bit gag is pressed into your mouth and you feel it being buckled behind your head.   It fills your mouth and you bite down on it, trying it for size, as he takes your hand and buckles it into a black leather mitt, leaving you with no way to unbuckle anything.  As he does the same with your right hand, leaving you helpless and soaking wet you hear the braying and noise of horses arriving, posh voices calling out, and even a hunting horn.

"Don't worry, they've not been out hunting, just the boys enjoying a thrash across the countryside, working up an appetite," he says, "They're going to love you."

He steps away and closes the coral door, leaving you on your own, gagged, helpful in the mitts and so wet it must be running down your legs.  Only then do you realise that attached to the gag is a pair of reins, hanging down your back.  Without your hands you can't check, but swishing around you get to see the long leather strap that is attached to either side of your gag.

The door opens and a group of young men, all dressed for a day in the countryside bustle their way in, leering and scoffing.  They quickly surround you and are all hands, squeezing you between their sweating bodies, groping your tits and arse, making lude comments about finally finding a fox.  You're spun round, pushed about and disheveled, finally being pushed down into the hay and struggling to get onto all fours.

Before you can stand, one of them is behind you, pushing himself into you and using a hand on your back to keep you down.  You're soaking wet and he's hard as a wooden truncheon and he's soon slamming away into you, stretching you out and holding you by your hips as your hair gets in your eyes and the hay pressed uncomfortably into your tits.  This continues for a few minutes, you gasping around the gag, trying not to sneeze from the hay and him being cheered on by the gang.   Rough hands reach under you and run at your pussy, pinching your nipples and pulling, mauling you as you hang on for dear life under he finally groans and cums in your, pulling out and leaving you shaking as the posse cheer.

The next cock is in you before you've had a chance to catch your breath and you're off again. He's longer and slimmer, taking big strokes and setting a punishing rhythm.  He's also the first to spot the reins, and before you know it he's bunched them in one hand, using them to pull your head up and back as he rides you hard, occasionally bringing spanks down on your thighs.  He doesn't last long, and pulls out before he cums, you feel it squirt halfway up your back before he's quickly replaced.

Third in the saddle is clearly more of a sadist. As he thumbs his thick dick into your aching pussy, he pulls the reins hard enough to make you kneel up, then loops them around your throat and pulls you into him as he fucks you, slapping your tits with his free hand tearing your pretty summer dress to get better access and saying all sorts of filth into your ear.  You can barely understand it as he ponds away, finding a pace that works for him and leaving you gasping, tears running down your face, tits aching and stinging.  He uses the crop on you too, scaring you until he is told to calm down by one of the rest of the group.  Finally, you feel him cumming deep inside you, pulling out and you collapse into the hay, gasping and light-headed.

"Gentle canter home to ease you home shall we," you hear from behind, and a fresh cock is eased into your pussy.  You end up on all fours, the reins pulling you backward as his cock and weight push you forwards, and he fucks you with a steady pace, building up a rhythm and leaving your tits swinging under you as you sweat together for an age until he finally stiffens that little more inside you and you feel him squirting cum into you.   Withdrawing he ruffles your hair and lets go of the reins.  The group is murmuring amongst themselves and you can feel their eyes on you as you collapse into the hay, dress ruined, pussy swollen and stretched, makeup down your face, arse red with handprints, exhausted.

"Good girl, well done, you've been marvellous," he says as he stands up, and you hear the group leaving, joshing chat amongst themselves.   Your face hurts from grinning, even with the bit between your teeth.