I’d been wet since the moment I decided to come out here alone. Nothing under the thin dress. Just boots and the ache that had been building all day every time I thought about the heavy swing of his sheath, the way his nostrils flared when I got close.

“Easy, boy,” I whispered, voice already rough. I ran my palm down the strong curve of his neck, feeling the heat of him under that sleek hide. His scent hit me—musk, hay, pure animal—and my cunt clenched hard.

Midnight stepped forward and pressed his broad chest against me. My nipples tightened instantly. I let my hands roam lower, over the powerful shoulder, down the sleek side, until my fingers brushed the heavy, swinging weight of his sheath. He shifted. The thick, dark head of his cock began to push out, already lengthening, glistening.

Fuck. Even half-hard he was massive—wrist-thick, veins rising under hot silky skin, the flared head blunt and shiny with precum. My mouth watered. I dropped to my knees in the clean straw, dress riding up my bare thighs. Cool air kissed my soaked pussy as I reached for him with both hands.

I wrapped my fingers around the growing length and stroked. His cock surged in my grip, pushing out further. I leaned in and dragged my tongue along the underside, tasting salt and heat. Midnight’s hips jerked. A thick bead of precum welled at the tip. I opened wide and took the head into my mouth, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing.

My free hand slipped between my legs. I was dripping. Fingers slid easily through my folds, circling my swollen clit. Every pull of my mouth on that massive cock sent another pulse of need through me. I moaned around him. The vibration made him stamp and push deeper. The heavy shaft stretched my lips, forced my jaw wide. I couldn’t take much—he was simply too big—but I worked what I could, tongue swirling, spit running down the thick length as I stroked the rest with both hands, twisting, pumping.

My clit throbbed under my fingers. I was already close, the forbidden thrill of sucking a horse’s cock while I fingered myself pushing me right to the edge. I pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, strings of spit connecting my lips to the flared head.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I breathed, standing on shaky legs. I turned, braced my hands against the stall wall, and hiked the dress up over my hips, baring my ass and glistening cunt to him. Midnight needed no encouragement. He stepped forward, that massive cock swinging heavy. I reached back and guided the blunt, slippery head to my entrance.

The stretch burned in the best way. I pushed back, forcing the thick head inside me. My pussy lips spread obscenely around the girth. A broken moan tore from my throat as inch after thick inch sank into me. My walls fluttered, stretched to their limit, the pressure against every sensitive spot making my vision blur. Midnight snorted and thrust, burying another heavy portion of his cock deep inside me.

My knees nearly buckled. I was so full I could barely breathe. His hips rolled, pulling back until only the head remained, then driving forward again, deeper this time. Wet, filthy sounds filled the stall—my soaked cunt taking him, the slap of his heavy balls against my clit with every thrust. I reached down and rubbed myself frantically, fingers flying over my clit as that massive horse cock pounded into me.

“Harder,” I begged, voice raw. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged. His powerful hindquarters flexed, driving that thick shaft into me over and over. Every thrust forced a cry from my lips. My tits bounced under the thin dress, nipples scraping the fabric. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious low in my belly. I was going to come harder than I ever had in my life.

The first orgasm slammed into me without warning. My cunt clamped down hard around the invading cock, milking it in rhythmic pulses as I screamed into the wood of the stall. Juices flooded out around the thick shaft, running down my thighs. Midnight didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, relentless, the friction against my sensitive walls dragging the climax out until I was shaking and sobbing with overstimulation.

Still I pushed back for more. I needed him to fill me. Needed that heavy load deep inside. I reached back again, spreading myself wider, taking every brutal inch he gave me. The flared head battered my deepest point with every stroke. My second orgasm built fast, sharper, almost painful in its intensity. I rubbed my clit in tight, desperate circles, chasing it.

“Come in me,” I gasped. “Fill my cunt, boy. Give it to me.”

His thrusts turned erratic, deeper, more forceful. His cock swelled even thicker inside me. I felt the first hot pulse of his release and shattered. My third climax ripped through me as thick, heavy ropes of horse cum flooded my pussy. Wave after wave of it, scalding and endless, pumping into me until it overflowed, spilling out around the still-thrusting shaft in thick white rivulets that coated my thighs and dripped into the straw.

I kept coming, cunt spasming around the pulsing cock, milking every drop. Midnight drove in one last time and held deep, grinding against me as the last of his load flooded my already overflowing channel. My legs gave out. I collapsed forward against the wall, only his cock and the press of his body keeping me upright.

Slowly he softened and slipped free with a wet sound. A fresh gush of cum poured out of me, running down my legs in thick streams. I turned on trembling legs, dropped to my knees again, and took the still-dripping head into my mouth, cleaning him with long, greedy licks. The taste of our mixed fluids made me moan. I sucked gently until he was clean, then pressed soft kisses along the length as it slowly retracted.

Midnight nuzzled my hair, warm breath against my neck. I rested my forehead against his powerful chest, breathing hard, body still twitching with aftershocks. My dress was ruined, my thighs slick and sticky, my cunt deliciously sore and full. I stayed there a long time, stroking his coat, already craving the next time I would sneak out alone after dark.

When I finally stood and straightened my dress, cum still leaking down my legs with every step, I knew this was only the beginning. Midnight watched me leave with dark, knowing eyes. Tomorrow night I would return. And the night after that. I would take that magnificent cock in every way I could until I couldn’t walk without feeling him still inside me.

The stable door closed softly behind me. Outside, the night air kissed my wet thighs. I smiled, already wet again at the memory of how hard and deep and perfect he had fucked me.

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