Loading...She came the same time every morning. She would enter the dark stable, her long skirt rustling as she walked. She never smiled and never said so much as a “good morning.” She would ask for her horse and I would hold the reins as she mounted the chestnut stallion. She never needed help getting on the animal. She would throw one muscular leg over the saddle and pull herself into position. Taking the reins from me, she would thank me and then gallop off into the early morning.
I once asked my father, who is the groundskeeper for the Wentworth estate, why Mrs. Wentworth never wore pants when she rode. Although ladies wore long dresses and skirts, it was still acceptable to wear riding pants when horseback riding. I made the mistake of showing my ignorance in front of some other workers who started snickering. My father pulled me aside to explain.
“Mrs. Wentworth is a very beautiful, but very unhappy woman. She married her husband, Sebastian Wentworth, when she was very young and he was much older. He never paid a great deal of attention to her. He was always consumed by his business affairs. They never were blessed with children. Of course he is old and ill now and there is not much he can do. Laura Wentworth has always been a devoted wife and she would never leave him. Where would she go? She doesn’t have a penny that isn’t her husband’s,” explained my father between puffs of his pipe.
“I still don’t understand dad. Why does she ride every morning and look so sad?” I asked naively.
“Son, when a woman is neglected, when her husband can’t or won’t take care of his husbandly duty, she must take care of it herself. Do you understand boy?” asked my father with a wink.
“No, I am afraid I don’t dad,” I confessed.
“I am worried about you son, you should be more aware of these things. Look son, Mrs. Wentworth rides to relieve her sexual tension. The motion of the horse gives her pleasure. And that long skirt hides what she is doing. Don’t be dense boy!” said my father as he slapped me on the back.
“You have got to be joking. A lady like Mrs. Wentworth wouldn’t do such a thing,” I exclaimed.
“She is still a woman. You are the stable hand and you see her when she returns from her ride. Haven’t you noticed that she is always out of breath? Haven’t you seen her large bosoms heaving and straining against the fabric of her dress? And if the light is just so, you can see that her nipples are erect. And you must have noticed the wet stain on the saddle from where her pussy juices flowed during the ride,” queried my father in an annoyed voice.
It was true. I had noticed those things but being young I had never understood what was going on. Ever since that conversation with my father I watched Laura Wentworth more closely. The thought that this beautiful woman had only a horse for pleasure made me so sad. As I began to mature, Laura Wentworth filled my fantasies. As I lay in bed at night and feverishly clutched my cock, I thought of her riding that stallion.
By the time I turned eighteen, my childhood infatuation with Laura Wentworth had turned into a man’s lust. At a muscular six feet, I had developed a man’s body, but I still had the experiences of a boy. There were many girls my own age that I went out with, but I was fascinated by Laura. I asked one of the housemaids how old Mrs. Wentworth was and the maid thought she must be about thirty-five. Her body still appeared to be firm since it had not experienced the ravages of childbearing. Through her dresses, I could tell that her breasts were large and fleshy. Her long, wavy red hair always hung down her back. And to me her face was utter perfection. Large brown eyes that always looked so sad. Her lips were full and usually tinted a pale shade of red. Her skin was creamy white and it was always flushed a deep crimson after her ride. Sometimes she seemed to give me a furtive glance, but I didn’t think she really noticed me.
Once when I was helping her dismount, her skirt caught the pommel of the saddle. As I tried to help disentangle her, I saw her bare pussy because she was wearing stockings and a garter belt but no panties. I kept my composure and pretended that I had not seen anything. There was nothing that I could say or do. She was the lady of the manor and I merely a hired hand.
This particular autumn morning started out as any other. Laura Wentworth came back from her ride, got off her horse, gave me the reins and started to walk towards the house. I don’t know why I did it. I guess I was feeling particularly horny. I had gone out with one of the girls from the village the night before. She had let me kiss her and fondle her breasts but I wanted so much more.
As I was about to take the saddle off of the horse, I stared at the wet spot on the dark leather. Whenever I cleaned the saddle, I paid particular attention to this spot. Rubbing the chamois cloth over this area knowing that Laura’s pussy had touched it got me so aroused. For some reason this morning, before I cleaned it, I sniffed the leather. What a wonderful smell it was! A mixture of a pungent musky and sweaty scent that got me so excited to think that Laura’s wet pussy had created it. Without thinking, I took my very hard cock out of my pants and began to stroke it. Feeling bold, I licked and sniffed the saddle some more as I tugged at my engorged cock.
My heart stopped when I heard her voice behind me. “What are you doing?” asked a shocked Laura Wentworth. She must have come back to the stable for some reason. Lost in my self-pleasuring, I never heard her enter.
“Mrs. Wentworth, Madame I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Please, I beg your forgiveness,” I stammered as I tried to stuff my cock back into my pants. Being fully erect, it was impossible to do.
Laura’s eyes were fixated on my large, swollen cock. She looked like she wanted to devour it. “You were sniffing and licking my saddle,” she said in a low voice. I saw that her nipples were standing straight out and she seemed to be trembling slightly. She walked over to a corner of the stable and she sat down on a bale of hay. Without warning, she lifted her skirt and exposed her shaved pussy.
“Mrs. Wentworth, I am.” I started to stammer something but my mouth could not form the words.
“Come over here now. I am sure I taste better than an old leather saddle,” she said softly. My feet were glued to the floor and my eyes glued to her inviting pussy.
“I believe you work for me and therefore you must do as I say. And I want you over here now. Do you understand me?” she asked breathlessly as she began to rub her clit with her finger.
As if in a trance, I walked over to her and knelt before her. She pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. I had kissed girls before but this was different. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and kissed me hard and urgently.
“Lick me, lick my pussy,” she implored as she stretched back against the pile of hay. She opened her legs wider to give me access. As before she was not wearing panties, only a pair of white lace stockings and a garter belt. I could see that her pussy was already wet. Carefully I put my tongue to her mound. It was hot and her juices tasted sweet and salty at the same time. Laura began to moan as I licked her pussy lips and sucked on her clit. She moved her hands to her breasts and began to tug on her nipples through the fabric of her blouse.
“David, it is David isn’t it? Have you done this to a girl before?” she asked teasingly.
“Yes Madame, I mean yes my name is David and no I have not done this with a girl before,” I stammered between licks of her luscious pussy. Her scent filled the stable. I felt a mixture of terror and joy. I was terrified lest someone walk in on us yet I was thrilled that my fantasy of being with Laura was coming true. Without thinking I inserted three of my fingers into her dripping pussy as I continued to lick her.
“Oh my god, that feels so nice. Feel how hot and wet you have made me David. Yes, move your hand around inside me. Feel how tight I am. Wait, wait stop for a minute,” she said breathlessly. She sat up again and undid her blouse. Her large breasts fell out. Instinctively, I reached up to cup them. Her skin was so smooth and soft. I truly felt as if I had died and gone to heaven.
“Do you like them?” she asked knowing that I was in complete awe. “Suck them hard for me. I never had children and I want to know what suckling a baby feels like,” she implored. I was only too happy to obey. I lavished attention on one breast and then on the other. Laura just moaned and stroked my head. I sucked and bit at the nipples as I had seen my younger siblings do with my mother.
“You can be my baby David. Mommy will feed you anytime you like,” she murmured as she played with my hair. As I continued to suck on her breasts, she reached down and took hold of my cock. Her touch sent a charge through my body.
“David, what have we here. My god you have a big one. It has been far too long since I have seen one of these,” she laughed. Laura pushed me off her breast and made me stand. She took my hard cock into her mouth and began to lick it. Running her tongue up and down the shaft, flicking it over the tip, she savored every inch of me. I could only moan and whimper in response to the sensations she was creating in my body. She took one of my balls in her mouth and nibbled it gently while she stroked my cock. She felt my body tense and she looked up at me.
“Are you going to come?” she asked. Speechless, all I could do was shake my head up and down vigorously.
“Not yet, not until you give me a proper fucking,” she lay back down on the hay and pulled me on top of her. She helped guide my turgid cock into her tight pussy. I began to thrust inside her as her pussy squeezed down on my cock. It felt as if I had slipped my cock into a tight, silky glove.
“Oh yes baby, harder please, fuck your mommy hard,” she yelled as I rammed my cock into her as far as I could. I took her nipple into my mouth and with each thrust I sucked and bit her. She suddenly pulled me tighter to her and let out a scream as she exploded. I could actually feel her juices spurt inside her.
“Don’t come in me David. I want to see it. Come on my breasts instead,” Laura instructed as she moved her blouse out of the way. I pulled my cock out of her and sprayed my milky cum onto her breasts.
“That’s beautiful David,” she cooed as she rubbed some of my cum into her skin. “Lick the rest of it off your mommy,” she said smiling. I bent over her and licked my own salty cum off of her glorious breasts. When I finished, Laura sat up and began to pull her clothes back on.
“David, that was lovely. It goes without saying that you will not mention this to anyone. I will be here tomorrow for my usual morning ride. Please have my horse ready, and you be ready too,” she said with a wink and a smile.
“Yes, Mrs. Wentworth. We will both be ready,” I said with a sheepish grin as I zipped my pants and prepared to do my daily chores.