She stood at the gate, breathing deeply of the scents surrounding her at the corral. Her body shuddered deeply as the hay scent filled her, taking her to when she was lying in it on her back, feeling the prickliness of it sticking into her skin as he had taken her so hard and so deep. She had worn those marks for days. She opened her eyes and looked down to see the glistening wetness on her thighs just below the tight mini skirt she wore. She opened the gate and as she moved toward him in the center with the stallion he was working to train for the race, shivers moved down her spine at his physical presence.
He sensed her coming as he breathed, he smelled her light perfume. He blew out like a stallion does when he does not want his harness or bit placed on him. He turned, looking at her sexy legs moving slowly to him as his eyes traveled to see the glistening of the wetness on her thighs. His cock responded, becoming as hard as steel. He growled low in his throat, displeased at how he reacts so quickly to her. He made his way to her, only to pass with a hard slap to her firm rump.
She turned with a cry and followed when she heard his low growl. Her nipples tightened so hard, the feeling moved to her pussy, making it contract hard. She cried out softly, keeping pace following him to the barn. She made her way in, as he moved behind her to close and lock the barn door. She cried out when his hand grabbed her hair in his fist, slamming her body into the wall, kissing her roughly. She could only react and kiss him back, both just as needy for the other.
He broke off, dragging her by the hair to the middle of the barn, standing her there as he placed her arms above her head into cuffs that were attached to chains and a pulley in the ceiling. He tightened the chains to have her on her feet, as he stripped her of her skirt, top and boots. He brought her to him, roughly abusing her mouth as he kissed her long and deep. He broke off again, smiling.
She watched him walk off, grab the brush and move to the stallion in his stall. She watched him for a long time brushing the coat of the stallion, wishing it was she he was brushing so pleasurably like that. Her body was responding to his brushing, it felt like the bristles of the brush were moving over her skin, with a light caress, then more of a harsh brushing as electric currents flowed across her skin, shocking her all over. She gasped, crying out as her body flooded with release, making her squirm in her cuffs.