Horseback riding in a different manner – A mistress from another world – part 4

When I was a kid I used to have a lot of fun horse riding on my father’s back… but those are times long passed and only bits of memories left in my mind. Funny thing though, my Mistress told me that she always enjoyed this too, so it would make her a great pleasure to experience it again. Of course I’ll do this with her, I love her to the end of Universe and a few times again…

She is light as a feather, smooth as a fur and gorgeous as I cannot describe in a million words even if my life would depend on it. If she wants to put her weight on me and travel to the whole world, I will carry her with no rest and no argument… but since we have to limit ourselves to a room, this is much easier. If you think I can keep my clothes on so I can have a cushion between my knees and the hard floor, you are wrong. No no, I must wear the same outfit as a horse (I wish they would wear some clothes at least from time to time), skin only and as accessories, she fitted me with a nice leather bridle so she can “control” me better. What can I say, she takes this serious.

There I am, on all fours, waiting for her. Instead of a pair of horse glasses, I wear a blindfold and can’t really know if I’m going to bang my head on a wall or something. Fun, huh?

“Good horsy… steady boy, steady!”

Oh, let the games begin, let me fly with her on my back, to the lands of imagination and to… what the…? She just sat on me and the only lair of something separating my skin from hers is… nothing. So she’s naked? All skin on skin contact? Oh god, this is something I did not expect and for obvious reasons it will make the whole play harder. I’m moving my back trying desperate to feel her shapes moving on me, in a such chaotic way that I make her whip my ass pretty good. “What are you doing horsy? Do I have to train you?”. I nod in a sign of approval while I still try to feed my closed eyes with what I feel on my back. The warmth, that soft feel and just knowing that she has nothing on her makes me want to act like a crazy horse and throw her off my back, just so I can feast my lusting eyes with her beauty. Oh yea, that would be helpful since I’m wearing a blindfold… silly me, I know how her looks can drive me crazy and still ignore the limits.

“Go on the back feet horsy, come on!”

She says that and pulls the bridle backwards. I lift her and in an instance she grabs my shoulders with her hands, holding tight. Now her body is firmly stuck to my back and her breasts are pushing me so nice that I wish I was facing her too. An idea stroke my head and I started act more like an untrained horse, trying to shake her in all possible ways and stretching the touching area to more than one spot. After I got a bit tired and calmed myself, she moved further on my back, close to my neck. It made my moving harder and she probably knew that, but all the commotion made her wet… and aroused me so hard that I felt more like a stud ready to mate than a horse ready to carry someone on his back.

She noticed my arousal and had an instant thought! You know how you kick a horse with your heels to go faster? And how usually those kicks are directed to the horse’s belly? Since I wasn’t round and big as a horse is, imagine where here kicks were reaching… exactly, on my recently raised-up member! To keep it that way, she was moving her body back and forth, letting all her sweet round ass and that heavenly woman’s spot of happiness slip all around and injecting me with dirty thoughts. As a stopper she was using her heels in fast strokes against my manhood. Not sure how that was supposed to work as a stopper or make it harder, but I liked it anyway and she kicked me harder and harder forcing me to react better.

We were playing for a while when I lost all my power and stopped to catch my breath. Even if I had all the trust in my strength, what she was doing to me made it harder (in more than one way) and I had to take a moment of silence, just to calculate my next move. She got up, kneel beside me and starting comfort me. “Are you tired? Here, let me take care of you horsy”. Pretty unusual for her…

Slow strokes of her hand on my back were making me flinch and shiver, especially since she was going from my neck to my butt cheeks. Then she sat on her ass, putting her knee right in my manhood, stroking it slowly while squeezing my butt. “Is this good for the horsy?”
Is she kidding? This made the horsy feel so good… She squeezed harder and pushed me forth and back with her knee nicely pressed on the hard zone, insisting and insisting harder, whispering “come on horsy”, slapping me slowly as if she wanted to see something else than the original purpose. I let her have her fun, eager to see what’s the final point for this, expecting the unexpected and not making a sound.

She reached my hardened member with her hand, grabbed it, squeezed my butt cheeks harder and say “let’s see how you manage a rough ride…”