MADE IN ME: THE POLO TOURNAMENT by FluffyUnicorn8888
The polo tournament had just finished, the jubilant team were collecting the trophy, their sweaty skin glistening in the sun. But I had my eyes on another prize. Polo attracted a very particular crowd and there was one person in this crowd that stood out above all others, his hair, longer than normal flopped by his perfect cheekbones, gently bristling against his rough beard. I hoped it was only the hair on his head that he'd let grow. I'd always fancied Spencer Matthews when I saw him on Made in Chelsea, but here he was in the flesh and my word what flesh it was. His movie star smile flashed as he was talking to his pals, regaling them with a story so funny the cackles were drowning out the cheers of the winning polo team. All of a sudden he looked across and his gaze met mine, I began to turn away, shy, intimidated, but I stood my ground. My eyes locking onto his like laser guided missiles, his smile grew wider and I knew it was the right decision. He was still talking to his friends but he was only looking at me. My heart was pounding, beating like the lead drummer of a mariachi band but never did I lose the lock of those soft smouldering eyes. I motioned with my eyebrow to the stables and started to walk there, I could feel his glare on the back of my neck, burrowing through my clothes to get a peek underneath. He would find out what was there soon enough.
I found an empty stable filled with hay and darted in before anyone could see me. The rush was too much, I had to take my clothes off. Naked I lay on the hay and waited for Spencer to arrive, my body tingling with anticipation. I could hear footsteps and was panicked that I might be about to be caught. But they were loud, heavy footsteps and my heart rate increased again as I realised they were the manly footsteps of Spencer, his body silhouetted by the sun. I could see his semi bulging through his tight trousers. My hand darted for it and I instantly took his man meat in my mouth, it engulfed my throat like a cake rising in the oven and suddenly he was on top me, his balls swinging down and covering my eyes. But I didn't need to see to know what to do, I'd imagined this moment for my entire life. He ran his tongue down the inside of my leg, my toes quivered and my legs began to twitch. Spencer opened his mouth and took my large member in his mouth, my balls now thrashing about in rhythm onto his face. An eye for and eye. The pleasure was too much, I had to pull out for fear of ending this too early. Spencer looked upset, but I comforted him, by spinning him around and planting my hot rod inside him. He squealed as I rhythmically thrusted my throbbing pole in his dirty lunch box. I caught sight of his shadow on the floor, his erect form bobbing around beneath him like a ship on the high seas and I couldn't contain it any longer. Euphoria for both of us, like two unicorns riding a rainbow wave of pleasure, except my unicorn's horn had been inside Spencer and the rainbow wave was all over his back. We sunk to our knees and held each other tight, who knew that polo could be such fun…