Double Barn Date

by ArtworkerGEMS

This is a commissioned story. Miss Sarah Fortune and Sona Buvelle are about to have a double date, but it turns out they've been catfished. Miffed by the ordeal, the two go on a walk and wind up discovering a stud farm. A place where breeding horses do breeding. They decide that a stud is a stud and go have some naughty fun.

2. Double Barn Blackmail

"I can't stop thinking about it," said Sarah, lazing about on her bed. She had not gotten herself neither dressed nor properly groomed herself for this day, yet still her visage was enchanting, brimming with raw beauty and a fiery willfulness which only made her more visually appealing.

However, those details - important in their own right and, normally, what Sona would pay attention to whenever listening to her friend - were waylaid by the content of Sarah's statement. Miss Fortune was a woman who hardly forgot, especially when the thing in question was impactful for her. It would seem that their escapades from yesterday had been impactful enough to linger.

"I still can't quite believe it," she continued, raising a hand towards the ceiling. Sona, who was strumming her etwahl gently, nodded in agreement. Indeed, what they had done was quite unbelievable. Allowing themselves to get so engrossed in their carnal desires as to… "But it was really hot!"

A wave of warmth washed over the blue-haired musician as she found herself in agreement with that statement as well. Her face definitely turned red at the thought of it, at remembering the intoxicating, pungent scent, the strong taste, the warmth of it all and the texture of the equine members.

So startled she had wound up by her own reaction to Sarah's words that she stopped moving her fingers, allowing the music to die down completely. Her companion noticed - as one is prone to - and raised her head. However, due to the fact that her breasts obscured her view, she was forced to push herself up on her elbows and push herself up so that she could actually see Sona.

"Is something wrong?" she asked before she was even done with getting a good look at her friend, for it was an odd occurrence. Sona could maintain a complex melody even under extreme duress, so stopping out of nowhere was slightly concerning.

Fortunately, whatever worry might have threatened to arise wound up disappearing almost immediately, as the reddened cheeks and the bashful unwillingness to meet her eyes conveyed everything Sarah needed to know. That, in turn, led to her smiling slyly, her full lips beautified by the act of doing so.

"You naughty girl," she teased, letting out a giggle as Sona perked up, sporting a look of incredulity on her face.

Their antics were interrupted by a knock on the door leading into the suite they were staying at. The blue-haired Maven of the Strings looked towards Sarah, seeing as the redhead was the one who had the facilities to greet people.

"One moment!" Called out Miss Fortune, hopping out of the bed and grabbing a gown. She probably could show up with just a cropped tank top and a pair of shorts, but then she also did not want to give the poor hotel maid a heart attack.

Opening the door, with Sona resuming her strumming, Sarah was greeted by exactly that. The middle aged, very chubby and very kind lady doing housekeeping had knocked and was now waiting.

"Oh, miss, this came for you…" the woman presented a letter, addressed to Sarah Fortune and Sona Buvelle. There was no return address, nor was there a sender, which appeared more than a little odd, considering their current whereabouts. Normally, Miss Fortune got many letters that were anonymous - admirers and other such things - but that was so because she had a post box assigned to her.

"A letter?" she mused, taking hold of the envelope and raising an eyebrow. "Who from?"

"I don't know, miss, the receptionist might know, but I just pick up and carry things up to people's rooms…" the round woman almost stammered, evidently not too comfortable with chatting it up. There was something else keeping her, though, since she was not leaving. "Might I do some housekeeping?"

"Oh, no, not now!" Sarah informed, a smile once again landing on her lips. "Maybe after a few hours?"

With that, the maid left, the redhead closed the door and turned to look at Sona, holding the envelope in her hand. It was a beige thing, made of a thicker type of paper, maybe mixed with some plastic, big enough to contain an A4 size page. Inside of it was something loose - a smaller piece of paper, perhaps?

"Weren't we staying here… Anonymously?" pondered Sarah as she sat down next to her voluptuous companion and went on to begin the process of opening the letter, making use of her nails. It had been a long amount of time since the last envelope she had undone, but she still knew how the process went.

Sona, as usual, did not respond with anything aside from a nod. There was a level of excitement to this - what could it be? Fortunately, it did not look like it was anything problematic from the outside, and even when exposed to light and looked at, it did not appear to have anything other than pieces of paper within itself.

In the unlikely event that it did contain some poison, the Maven of the Strings would be able to easily negate its effects with a song, concluded Sarah and opened the envelope, revealing its contents. There was a letter - as much was to be expected - but there was also a small photo. A polaroid, actually.

Her curiosity of what was on the polaroid got the better of her, and she procured it first. As soon as her eyes registered what she was looking at, a gasp escaped her lips. That, in turn, caused Sona to look, and she stopped playing her etwahl, also startled and even shocked by the contents.

The polaroid featured a photo of them - nearly completely naked, their ample bosoms exposed and slathered in gooey liquids - and a pair of horses. The stallions from yesterday, their cocks looking more turgid and obscene than Sarah remembered - perhaps as a result of the juxtaposition between her own frame, which albeit lithe and fit for a world-class athlete, was quite gentle and svelte by comparison to the massive schlongs.

Her heart did skip a beat as she realized their escapades had been observed and recorded by somebody. Shock, concern, fear of what would happen if this stuff got out… But there was something else that overwhelmed these thoughts and left her thinking of other, more pleasant topics.

"Damn," she muttered, thoughts swirling about her head. "We're hot."

Sona raised her hands in incredulity, her eyes wide from the sight that had unveiled itself before her, but then she lowered them and shook her head. How could Sarah be thinking about that when there was clearly irrefutable evidence that the two of them had engaged in bestiality? That would easily ruin not only her, but her family.

It would also ruin Sarah herself. All the work she had been doing in Bilgewater would be thrown under the bus and she would be stripped of any power she wielded. And yet there she was, looking at the photo of the two of them, their fat tits covered in cum, saliva and milk, their mouths slobbering over those thick, juicy horsecocks, taking in the dizzying musk…

She placed a hand over her mouth, her cheeks reddening once more. Sarah, having turned to figure out why her companion had waved her hands about, smirked.

"Oh yeah, it was very hot," she cooed, glancing at the polaroid again, licking her lips. "But we should see what this thing is about!"

So she procured the letter - which was just a piece of paper with a very slight amount of text which read: 'I have more pictures. If you don't want them going to the press, you're going to come to the same barn this evening, two hours before midnight, and you're going to have sex with me.'

Sarah furrowed her brows in displeasure at reading that. Sona was similarly left displeased by the text, though whereas Miss Fortune's reaction originated from a place of bother, the Maven of the Strings was more worried and shaken up by the circumstances. Her blue eyes met Sarah's green orbs, and the question as to how they were going to deal with his was clearly displayed in them.

"That's unfortunate," said the redhead, finding herself a lot less excited than she had been off of just looking at the polaroid. There was a necessity to keep talking, because that would become indicative of the presence of a plan of action, which would calm Sona down - who was clearly becoming more and more distressed with each passing moment, as she was doubtlessly imagining catastrophic consequences.

Sarah took a look at the letter again - there was nothing else to it other than the demands. Maybe that was where the key to their salvation had lain, though? Eyes landing on the polaroid once more, on the salacious bodies of the beautiful women currently pondering the blackmail attempt, Miss Fortune concluded that it made sense. After all, they, themselves, had been captivated by their own appearances.

"You know, the bastard who's sent this is probably horny as all hell," she mused out loud, making Sona, head lowered and her shoulders slouched, perk up. "And you know how horny people act. They don't really think things through… Right?"

The blue-haired woman nodded, evidently catching onto what the redhead was getting at, but the question was still on her face.

"We'll go and pretend to submit. You know, get cheeked up and ready to fuck… But that'll distract him more than enough for us to overpower him and get the rest of the polaroids!" Sarah presented her plan, prompting excited applause from Sona, who was clearly in agreement.

With that decided, they did not really know what to do with the polaroid they currently had. The redhead did not really want to get rid of it, as the idea of having it in her possession was very scintillating. Sona, being more reasonable, or at least trying to play devil's advocate, let her companion know that keeping it was not a good idea, but she could not really convince the headstrong Bounty Hunter.

As a result of that, she tucked the polaroid away in one of the many suitcases she had brought for the trip, and they opted to go about their day as they had intended to - taking a walk around the place, enjoying nature and seeing whatever sights were to be seen. The stroll was pleasant, but not pleasant enough, as even though they had come up with a solution to their problem, they had no guarantee that the solution would work perfectly.

Not only that, but there was a chance that their blackmailer would have kept some photos for himself, put aside from the main collection that would be granted to the pair of naughty women in exchange for sex. There was also some likelihood that the man in question was operating with a partner, which would make things harder.

Still, Sarah and Sona were as dynamic a duo as could be found. Well, there could have been more dynamic pairs than them, but they were as close to perfect as two friends could get. It was very doubtful that even a trio of ordinary goons could stand up to them, so they confided in that togetherness.

Getting back to their suite, the pair contemplated on whether to dress up in something new, or to just don the outfits from yesterday. Said outfits had been cleaned - the perks of an expensive hotel and insistent maids - so they could easily just wear them. It would work out in their favor - as those were pretty provocative and revealing.

On top of all of that, there was no one to see them - two hours prior to midnight was quite late, especially for a small town in the countryside - so it did not matter that they were going to be wearing the same thing they had worn yesterday. Still, they did get an idea, and that involved them swapping outfits.

The biggest challenge was getting Sona's fat, milky tits to fit in Sarah's top. While their breasts were not too far apart when it came to a glance, the Maven's bosom was undoubtedly more bountiful than that of the redhead. As a result of that, the pale, soft flesh of her titties was barely contained by the frilly white top, even with a few of the golden buttons on the black vest that framed it undone.

Still, the blue-haired dame looked stunning - especially with her ass tightly enveloped by the skin-tight pair of pants that Sarah had opted for yesterday. Looking at her - titties almost spilling out of her top - the redhead concluded that her style was very sexy. By contrast, the dress that the Maven had worn was almost prudish when worn by the Bounty Hunter.

Sure, her well-toned legs were almost completely uncovered, and the broadness of her shoulders made the upper half appear, and feel, quite tight. Her tits did not have much breathing room, but the feeling of the long, loose sleeves was definitely a plus.

"You're a real treat," complimented Sarah as they looked at one another, quite ready to get going. Sona put a hand over her mouth, cheeks slightly reddening, and waved the compliment off with the other, but her eyes were hungrily taking in the sight of the redhead.

With that, they set off. Not a single person did they see on their way to the ranch, aside from the receptionist at the hotel and a single other fellow coming out of a convenience store, which was not bad at all. Even so, there was a great deal of trepidation. Every corner that they rounded, every turn that they passed by, every darkened nook - they all seemed a lot more imposing than they had been yesterday, or during today's stroll.

The thought of being caught was very unnerving, though at the same time the fact that they might avoid being caught, even though it was possible to be caught, was exhilarating - at least for Sarah. She could not know whether Sona was somehow finding enjoyment in the heightened heartbeats, in the knowledge that any one who saw them would be able to, hypothetically, trace their movements to the ranch and conclude what they were doing.

On top of that, the sheer understanding of the situation at hand also brought a certain weight with itself. There was no sensation of physical danger, but there was definitely another type of danger that lingered just outside of their fields of view. The darkness of the night definitely helped with making things even more threatening.

The ranch was easily reached, and in much the same manner as they had yesterday, the pair made their way towards the barn, or rather stable, which housed the stallions they had entertained. Tension so palpable that it could be cut with a butter knife, lumps so concerning that they found themselves caught in the throats of the ladies… But there was no real reason for them to be that anxious.

As they pushed the door open so that they could make their way inside, the warmth of the interior washed over them, carrying with itself the heavy scent of the stallions within. Upon entering, the overwhelming musk of the beasts grew many times greater, far more pronounced than it had been yesterday. That was odd, though at the same time it could be that the copious amounts of cum that had painted the floors had not been washed out.

Initially, there appeared to be no one in the stable with them. Everything was pretty dark - aside from the light thrown off by their phones, which they were using as torches - and quite quiet. Then, some shuffling was heard, and from behind one of the enclosures' walls emerged a stocky man with an ordinary flashlight that was clearly on its last legs, barely illuminating the distance six feet in front of him.

"I knew you'd come," he said, his droning voice carrying with itself an unpleasant undertone, as if his throat was oiled up to such an extent that even solid objects could slide through. His visage was not horrifying, but he was unsightly - a slightly asymmetrical face, small, swine-like eyes, chapped lips that did not fit at all and a crooked, warty nose. On top of that, his chin looked like an improperly groomed woman's cunt.

"I wonder why," Sarah retorted, turning her phone's flashlight off, getting herself in the role. She smiled seductively, looking him dead in the eye - already, his tiny peepers were taking in the sights. "Big guy…"

He chuckled as she added that, but it appeared that there was nothing to have sunken into his thick skull. Evidently, he was very daft - that much she could tell from just looking at him and the manner he carried himself. A stablehand, which was by itself not a bad thing, this fellow was neither groomed, nor cleaned, nor did he have a good stance. His body was broad, partially because of the labor he clearly did, partially because he was just a bit obese. The most interesting part of his appearance was the old-school instant camera hanging off of a leather strap he wore around his neck as though it was a lanyard.

"You know why you're here," he started, evidently enjoying the feeling of being in power, of having great leverage over two women who were miles out of his league under normal circumstances. At this very moment, he probably felt like a king, thinking that he was about to get to fuck them.

The blackmailer turned a little knob on the flashlight in his hand, which increased the luminescence of the bulb at its front. He then put it down on the ground. Sarah took a deep breath, thinking to herself that the opportunity to act was going to present itself soon, only to realize that doing so was a bit of a mistake, as she had just inhaled a very healthy serving of stallion musk. Her body started working its magic, getting her to react to the pungent scent.

"And I'm going to keep my end of the deal," the goon continued, having failed to notice the momentary discombobulation that Sarah had wound up in. From under his other arm he procured a yellow folder, held it out towards them and opened it, revealing its contents. "As long as you keep up yours…"

There were at least ten other photos, but it could easily be more. Each of them displayed Sona and Sarah, either both of them in frame or only one, having their fun with those tasty, smelly horsecocks. The photos depicted them in various positions and different amounts of juices slathered over them, but it was clear that the creep standing before them had spent a good amount of time peeping on them.

The redhead licked her lips, though she could not pinpoint what the main reason was. Perhaps she found the photos really hot - which was true - and in combination with the arousing musk of the stallions in the stable had gotten horny. Perhaps she was still anxious and was doing so as a means of wetting her otherwise parched lips - even though they were not parched at all. Maybe it was part of her ploy to present herself as willing to engage the bastard before her.

"How would you… Like to have us do that?" Sarah inquired, crossing her arms under her chest and pushing her boobs up, while slightly tilting her head and raising her brows inquisitively. She was not too good at playing the part of a helpless, shy damsel in distress, but that did not seem to be a problem in convincing the ugly creep in front of them that she was such.

"Hoho…" he chuckled, his laughter reminiscent of a croaking frog of the most unpleasant variety, as he closed the folder and tucked it between his arm and his torso. "Why don't you both come over and show me your tits?"

Sarah glanced at Sona, who pursed her lips in apprehension, but nodded in agreement. The two of them started sauntering towards the miserable man standing in the middle of the building, that had been the staging ground for their, in hindsight, reckless adventure. The Maven of the Strings held her hands in one another, straightening her arms, which pushed her boobies together. One slightly more intense motion and she was definitely going to go through a wardrobe malfunction.

Sarah, for her part, made sure to move with such an exaggerated strut that her nicely outlined ass was visible even from her front. The two of them approached him, and to their great displeasure he started fiddling with his belt buckle, using his left hand to do so, keeping his right firmly glued to the side of his body so that the folder would not fall out.

"Yeah, come on…" he muttered, his mouth ajar and his breathing growing heavy. At that point Sarah noticed a neat little circle of stones that was behind him. It was noticeable as a result of the fact that the floor had been meticulously cleaned of any strands of hay, and because there was a lighter resting next to it, in conjunction with a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

He was totally enchanted by their appearance, while they were beyond repulsed by his - not just the way he looked, but also his behavior and the way he carried himself, as well as the means he had employed to get them that close to him. By the time they were just a few steps away, he had given up on trying to undo his belt with just one hand and was, instead, rubbing his wiener through his pants.

There was no easily discernible bulge, though, and Sarah realized that, had he been as hung as a horse, or nearly as, she would have actually been very willing to submit to his demands, as having a proper cock would have been enough to balance out the unsightliness of the rest of him. However, he had a pencil, or something even less impressive than that.

"Alright, big boy…" she cooed, pushing her breasts even further up and then removing her arms from underneath them, producing a stifled boob-drop. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his face reddening even more. "Show us what you've got"

Spoken in the sultriest tone she could manage, those words were more than enough to send this horny, pathetic man into a frenzy. He allowed himself to start tugging on his belt with both hands, removing it successfully. That much was all Sarah needed - she darted towards him, her fingers snatching the folder from under his arm.

He could not react to the pace at which she moved - whizzing past him and dropping the folder in the circle of stones. By the time he had realized what was going on, she was already removing the cap from the bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"Hey, what do you think you're–" his words were cut short as Sona performed a powerful chord on her etwahl - as it was attached to her forearm in its mobile form - which wrenched his bodily autonomy from him and sent him into a dance.

The sound of his bones creaking as he did the robot were unsettling, though no real harm would come to him - aside from a decent amount of pain. Sona's brows were furrowed in righteous anger as she watched his face get distorted by shock and hurt.

"What– What did you do to me?" he cried out, his voice loudly echoing through the barn. The stallions, if they had not been asleep, were definitely woken up by his screeching voice.

"What you wanted to do to us, you ugly bastard!" Replied Sarah, putting the bottle down. The folder was soaked with the easily flammable rubbing alcohol, its smell having jolted the redhead into an even more alert state than before.

She took hold of the lighter and used it to set fire to the photos, after which she put it down next to the bottle. The folder was aflame almost instantly, and a different kind of quiet fell over the barn - even though there was no real silence.

The horses had started shuffling about, letting out the occasional snort. The creaking of the man's bones was still audible, and he groaned in pain and discomfort every time his body moved. Sarah's heartbeat was so loud she could feel her ears about to explode… Yet with this there was some kind of silence that had come about.

She took a deep breath and then exhaled, feeling as though an unrivaled serenity had fallen over her.

"Well, Sona, we're done here…" she started, but something inside her told her that she did not really want to leave. Her cunt was aching, moist with arousal and clenched from excitement. The musk of the stallions, who were now awake and would definitely not mind some company, was overpowering, and the image of their fat cocks was fresh in her mind. "Unless you'd like to stick around for a bit?"

The Maven of the Strings' cheeks reddened once more, and instinctively her eyes attempted to avoid Sarah's emerald orbs. That, however, was proof that she, too, had been thinking about just those things. Miss Fortune's lips were adorned by a smile, as she told herself that she knew her friend too well.

"In that case, make him go to one of those support beams," Sarah requested, walking towards the spot wherefrom the bastard had appeared, turning her phone's flashlight on to see. Sure enough, there were a few ropes. While the redhead was looking for the proper implement, Sona played an energetic melody that would definitely go well with a dance that required lots of movement.

As a result of that, the creep let out a series of groans, his joints popped and his bones creaked, but he waltzed off to one of the support beams. Miss Fortune, having procured a sufficiently long rope, wrapped it around him and tied a particularly nasty knot - sailor and all that - leaving him bound.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asked as the pain from Sona's spell was replaced by discomfort. Sarah burst out laughing.

"Why do we have to do anything to you?" she responded with a question of her own, but that got her thinking. Again, she returned to the nook where she had gotten the rope and grabbed a rag - one of many, not very clean ones - and walked up to the ugly bastard.

"Wha– mph! Mmmph!" Shoving it in his mouth in a manner that would make it difficult for him to remove even with his hands, let alone without them, Sarah dusted her hands off and turned to Sona with a glint in her eye.

The Maven responded in kind, and the two of them walked off towards the enclosures of the stallions.

"Say, are you going to play that ditty… The one that got them all riled up last time?" Sarah inquired, to which Sona sheepishly started strumming her etwahl. And like magic - since it was actually magic - the stallions started getting more active. In addition to that, the redhead's womanhood caught on fire, for while up until now it was just very hot and very moist, it got really quite unbearable. "Ooh, that hits the spot…"

They browsed the selection that had presented itself to them, and were both pleasantly surprised when they saw the swollen testicles dangling behind engorged cocks that grew harder and harder with each passing moment. Sona had really riled them up, and now it was up to them to calm the beasts down.

"Dibs on the beige stud," Sarah said and snickered as the Maven exasperatedly waved her hands, evidently having wanted to play around with the same horse. "Don't be like that… See, the black one over there looks eager to meet you!"

Sona turned to look at the stallion in question and, fair enough, its throbbing cock had flared up to its maximum capacity, appearing painfully erect. The blue-haired dame's concerns regarding the beige horse disappeared and she walked off towards the steed that was, probably, going to wind up mounting her and not the proper way around.

Sarah licked her lips in unbridled excitement as she pushed the gate leading into her stud's pen. The beast's eyes met hers, she raised her hand and placed it over his muzzle and, just like that, he was more than willing to cooperate. Perhaps her scent was familiar and he knew what was about to go down…

Without delay she knelt down before the mighty steed, fighting back the urge to gasp at the sight that unveiled itself before her. It was one thing to look at a horse's erect cock from above, while standing next to the beast itself, and another entirely to be faced with it, its jutting urethra at the level of her eyes, a thin, translucent stream of sticky, smelly pre-cum oozing out of it.

Sarah Fortune shuffled closer to the throbbing member, finding herself in need of appreciating the sheer size of the phallus once more. Its length was outstanding, easily as long as twice her forearm, and its thickness was similarly proportionate. Yet that was not the most enchanting thing about it - safe for the mind-melting scent that wafted off of it. No, the feature that was most enticing for the redhead was the flare, reminiscent of a biologically occurring crown that framed the tip of the best cock in the animal kingdom.

The median ring of that kingly schlong was also an object of adoration, as her hands reached up and gingerly clasped as much of the girthy member as they could. Only with both of them could she envelop the stupendous diameter of the magnificent horsecock before her, and by doing so its warmth became even more apparent than it was by just positioning her face next to it.

It was hot and moist, as well as stinky, but in the most pleasant manner imaginable. She was getting woozy by just being close to it, yet her body kept urging her to breathe in, deeply, and she did so without complaint. The swollen shaft was simultaneously hard and soft. Soft, in the sense that it was malleable and would slightly bend to the touch, but its hardness was reminiscent of a flexed muscle.

Thoughts of an entirely inappropriate nature swirled about in her head, and she was almost certain that this time she would find herself enjoying the full course, rather than just the oral component of this fat cock. Regardless, she had to taste it - to prepare it, at the very least, for she doubted the thin stream of pre-cum could adequately slather the entirety of the flared tip.

First, she kissed it, savoring the salty taste and the wrongness of the act. Her hands moved back and forth, squeezing slightly, so as to provide as much satisfaction to the beast as possible. She knew that one feature of the wonderful package that was all hers to enjoy was outside of her reach - namely the swollen testicles sagging heavily between the hind quarters of the horse - but their time would soon come.

She opened her mouth and ran her tongue over the flare, feeling up the texture, stopping at the urethra and prodding it with the tip of her lingua. It felt as though it was so agape that with a bit of persistence, she could slide a decent portion of her glossa in it, which only got her more riled up.

Removing one of her hands from the turgid length, Sarah repositioned herself slightly. Her face was buried in horsecock, her tongue slathering the shaft until it reached the median ring and started gently caressing it. Her left hand played with the beast's flare, rubbing her index and middle finger around the urethra while her thumb explored the backside of the engorged glans.

Her right arm reached for the heavy gonads and as soon as her palm came to rest beneath one of the fat nuts, she felt her cunt clench up wantonly. Their weight was one of the things that made them so appealing, that gave them this pull they had, and no matter how many times she recognized the fact that each of the beast's testicles weighed more than a ripe peach, and was probably bigger than one too, they always attracted her in that fashion.

In addition to it, the softness of the scrotum, its looseness and the sensation it provide to the touch, coupled with the understanding that its contents were the most prized part of the entire stallion, from both a financial point of view and an evolutionary perspective, made the act of fondling them captivating. She kissed and licked the fat cock her face was obscured by, loving every inch and second of it, while her hands kneaded the massive gonads.

So engrossed was Sarah in this activity that she entirely forgot that there was an observer. The would-be blackmailer was still tied to the support beam, his mouth still stuffed with the dirty rag, and all he could do, other than moan into the fabric and kick with his legs, was watch.

Unfortunately for him, he was not diagnosed with strabismus, as a result of which he could not look at both the shows at once. While observing Miss Fortune's brisk, hungry movements was a pleasure in and of itself, coupled with the intense submission she displayed to the horsecock she was busy lathering with her saliva, there was also Sona Buvelle to admire.

The blue-haired dame had almost floated towards the black stallion, her lust having overtaken her sensibilities, leaving her in a state of great embarrassment and shame, but also immense desire. Sona's fingers strummed the strings of her etwahl, producing a melody so quiet and mellow that only she and the horse in front of her could hear it.

The beast lowered its head in submission, calmer than it had ever been before, and the Maven of the Strings felt her heart skip a beat out of joy. Now, she had free reign over the stallion, and no reason to worry that something could go awry.

Unbuttoning the black vest that was pushing her breasts up, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as the article of clothing found itself landing on the ground. The frilly white shirt found itself being the only thing between her massive tits and the open air, and it started struggling against their weight and dimensions.

Sona licked her lips, finding the sensation of her nipples rubbing against the fabric pleasant. However, there was another type of friction that was going to satisfy her wants a lot more efficiently, as a result of which she knelt down before the erect cock that the black stallion offered her.

It was twitching violently, with each shudder occurring roughly once per two seconds, causing the entire shaft to bounce slightly, only to then reposition itself. It was visibly taut to such an extent that if any more blood were to seep into it, it would burst. The tension was visible from the outside, and Sona could not imagine how needy the wonderful stud was.

She leaned towards it and gave it a kiss on the tip, giddiness overtaking her as mirth filled her being at being able to do that kind of thing. Such great freedom, coupled with such a wondrous opportunity… Sona kissed the tip again, raising her svelte hands to caress the thick shaft.

Its veins were bulging out so dangerously that she felt as though her nails, which were quite well maintained and very modest, as a result of her occupation, still posed some kind threat. Thus, she was even more gentle with her ministrations, running her palms over the surface of the massive schlong while giving the flared tip kisses. However, her desires could not even begin to be satisfied by just that.

The wetness she felt was growing more and more pronounced, not just in her crotch but also her chest. Her nipples had started secreting milk, as they tended to whenever she got very aroused, and the circumstances were not conducive to calming down. If anything, the musk wafting from the stallion beneath which she knelt was like a potent aphrodisiac that, had it been even just a bit more intense, would have immediately sent her in heat, making forgo any attempts of preparation.

Still, some of her faculties were maintained, as a result of which she let go of the throbbing horsecock, somewhat unwillingly, and pulled down the white shirt. Her swollen titties flopped out, milk dripping from her puffy, inverted nipples, and with a seemingly trained motion she pushed the massive mounds of flesh together, while raising herself.

Soft, pillowy breasts met the turgid, steaming hot shaft of the stallion's member, and almost immediately the beast snorted, which made the mouth-wateringly appealing cock throb with exceptional power, almost slapping Sona's face as it went upwards, only to then slap her chest as it came down.

The Maven of the Strings licked her lips again, her heart-rate going wild as she enveloped the humongous schlong with her huge tits. Her tongue remained outside of her mouth and, as she started moving back and forth, giving the stallion the most magnificent tit-fuck in the world, she lapped at his flared tip.

Milk, almost streaming from her nipples due to the pressure applied by her hands and the cock, started slathering the girthy member. Its texture, warmth and stiffness made for a scintillating set of sensations that only served to make her more and more horny, driving her to move with ever-increasing swiftness.

She could feel the beast's heart-beat, or so it seemed, through his phallus. She could feel it growing even more turgid as her movements brought the stallion pleasure unimaginable, and in her mind's eye the sight of his fat testicles clenching as he started nearing an eruption forced her to slow down and even stop.

Letting go of her breasts, allowing them to flop down onto her torso, Sona realized she was breathing rapidly and heavily, and that she was lightheaded. The passage of time had become completely foreign to her, and she had no idea how long she had been going at this. Looking at the stud's phenomenal horsecock, however, it was clear that a decently long amount of time had passed.

The poor thing was leaking pre-cum at a rate similar to that of a sink's tap. His balls were clenching and unclenching constantly, and the shaft was visibly throbbing. It had grown even more swollen, clearly a few jerks away from releasing its precious load. The Maven of the Strings smiled to herself as an idea came to her.

Shuffling slightly backwards, she pushed her tits up with her right arm, while with her left she grasped as much of the girthy cock as she could and started moving her hand as fast as possible, back and forth, jerking the beast's schlong off at a rate that was far greater than what had, so far, been applied.

What followed was exactly what she had envisioned. The black stallion snorted again, even whinnied, as his urethra wound up alarmingly agape. Sona guided the turgid shaft as best she could, even though pushing down on the fat schlong barely changed the direction in which it was aiming, courtesy of just how hard it was. Fortunately for her, it worked out wonderfully.

A thick stream of cum exploded out of the dangerously flared tip, splashing onto her tits and painting them in a creamy white. The stench was enough to make Sona's eyes tear up, yet it also increased the rate at which her nipples leaked milk and her cunt oozed love juices. Another rope of potent horse-spunk splattered onto her chest, sliding down her massive titties and falling on the ground with wet thwacks.

Overwhelmed by the heat, by the weight and sheer concept, the Maven of the Strings opened her mouth and closed her eyes, letting go of the spurting cock, and the third rope splashed on her neck and her face. Hungrily, her tongue lapped up the viscous jizz, and the potent taste sent a most pleasing chill down her spine.

"Come on!" Sarah Fortune exclaimed, having just gotten done with flipping the beige stallion on his back. The animal was a bit befuddled, but the still-throbbing, rock-hard cock lain over its underside was more than enough indication that the mild discomfort of being on its back would not be able to compare to the release that was about to be experienced.

The redhead, whose partner had not been brought to orgasm, mounted the stallion with a certain eagerness that hinted at the great need that drove her. Her cunt was not just on fire, it was aching with such immense desire that nothing but the distended, humongous horse schlong would be able to satisfy her.

"That's right, you naughty stud," she spoke, managing some dirty talk in between her haggard breaths. The fact that the horse neither understood nor cared for her statements did not really bother her, for she was doing it purely for herself. "Give me that fat cock!"

Pulling aside the thing that had failed to do anything in regards to keeping her womanhood obscured, as it had gotten so wet that it had wound up digging into her pussy, past her pussy lips, only increasing the arousal Sarah felt, the Bounty Hunter grasped the flared tip of her partner's schlong. The protruding urethra, the meaty feeling, coupled with the stiffness of it - absolutely divine.

"There…" Sarah muttered, guiding the tip towards her sodden quim. She did not much care for the fact that the flare was easily as wide as her knee, if not wider. What mattered was that her cunt was going to get hammered by horsecock, and that she was going to get it done at her pace.

Pushing down on it, she grit her teeth as the massive thing, slathered in her saliva and its own pre-cum, started prodding at her wet pussy. Trying to relax herself, she took in deep breaths and exhaled, feeling the pressure mounting.

"Almost– Hoooooh…" Sarah fought back the urge to throw her head rearwards as the flared tip slid inside her. The monstrous tension that appeared in her womanhood almost drove her to climax, but she managed to avoid squirting that soon. "Ooh, that's good!"

Her words were falling on deaf ears, when it came to the horse, who unknowingly shared her sentiment. However, Sona was clearly hearing these words, and she was recognizing that something very naughty was transpiring, and, on top of that, she also found herself wanting to do the same thing.

As the Maven of the Strings started preparing herself, her face and chest still very generously slathered in stinky, sticky horse spunk, Sarah started moving, not wanting to allow herself to miss out on the great high that shoving a horsecock inside of herself had brought her.

Leaning back and resting her hands on the stallion's hind legs, she started lowering herself onto the throbbing mess of rock-hard meat inside herself. It was intense and absolutely stupendous, both sensationally and conceptually. That big a cock had no business being in her cunt, let alone moving with such ease, but she was so wet and wanted it so badly that her body was simply obliging.

The feeling of the flat flare coming to a halt against her cervix made her bite her lower lip and hold down a squeal of pleasure, and upon looking downwards she realized that not even a third of the fat schlong had gone inside her, yet her abdomen was bulging, distended by the gigantic member currently inside of her.

She moved her left arm from the hind quarter of the horse and to her stomach, touching the protrusion. The sensation was so unlike anything she had felt before that it vaguely concerned her, but it also excited her even more. Throbbing still, the stallion's member was becoming more and more clearly defined with every inch deeper that it went, though the barrier of her cervix meant she could not see any more.

"We– haah– Can't be having… That!" Announced the feisty redhead, letting go of the abdominal bulge and grabbing onto the horse's leg once more. She pulled herself up, allowing almost all of the stallion's cock to slide out of her, with the exception of just the tip, then she took a deep breath…

And, exhaling, pushed herself onto the turgid member. Her great strength, coupled with her body's weight, were more than enough to assist the stallion's taut phallus with the task of breaking through her cervix, and as it did, she found herself becoming far more perceptive to the physical sensations currently overwhelming her.

Unable to contain herself, as the massive horsecock kept going until her fat ass slapped against the stallion's swollen balls, Sarah threw her head back and howled in pleasure, her cunt tightening as she reached a climax far more intense than anything she had experienced in her sex life.

The horse's schlong had distended her abdomen so much that it was currently poking at the underside of her tits, threatening to tear Sona's dress, and all Sarah could think about was the sensation of the colossal thing's surface rubbing against her insides, the veins forcing her cunt and womb to shift so as to accommodate it.

That audible spectacle spurred the Maven of the Strings to act. She had taken her etwahl off her forearm and had strummed a melody that would invite it to return to its normal state, after which she had removed the pants - now slathered in cum and wet with her love juices, as well as her milk - before splaying herself over it.

Her pussy was so wet that it was leaking in a manner similar to how intensely the black stallion's cock had been sputtering pre-cum, and it was as ajar as it could be. Bending over, presenting her rear to the beast, while keeping herself steady through the use of her etwahl, Sona swayed her fat, juicy ass, inviting the animal to ravage her.

Opting to really rile the beast up, she strummed another tune, a provocative one, that got the stallion really horny. Smiling slyly, expecting an explosion of pleasure, Sona braced herself while the horse reared himself up on his hind quarters, hooping his front legs over a conveniently situated installation that appeared suited for just that sort of thing, and thrust violently.

At first, he missed. Even so, the feeling of his turgid cock sliding between her asscheeks and some of the remaining cum splattering on her back left the blue-haired dame shuddering in excitement.

Then, with his second thrust, he nailed it. And while Sarah had faced some tribulations with getting her stud's schlong inside of herself, Sona wound up getting all of it - all however many feet and inches - at once. The insane quantity of sensations overwhelmed her immediately.

Her knees buckled, her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth opened in a mute scream of pleasure, as her womanhood was brutally stretched to accommodate the immense girth and length of the equine penis that had wound up inside of it. Her pussy clenched as the storm of an orgasm shook her, tits spraying milk as though she was squeezing them with as much force as she could.

Sona did not even have the opportunity to look at herself before her mind-shattering climax came about, and yet the sensations that swirled about within her were more than enough to provide her with a conceptual image. His cock had barreled through her, going as far as it could, hilting itself within her. The beast's hind quarters collided with her asscheeks, his fat balls slapped the inner sides of her thighs, and the bulge in her abdomen reached between her breasts.

Somehow, it was as though the stallion was both fucking her cunt and getting a titfuck at the same time, and it felt sublime. The animal, naturally, had no reason to not go 'balls to the wall', for it had no way of knowing that Sona's sensitivity was currently through the roof. The black stallion just pulled back, scraping her insides with the median ring and the engorged flare, only to ram the entirety of his shaft back inside, rocking her whole body.

She did not mind it at all.

Sarah, although quite lost in the throes of her own blissful copulation, heard the wet slapping sounds emanating from Sona's position. That did not mean much to her, aside from the fact that her friend was also having a lot of fun. By the rapidity and frequency of the sounds, it even appeared as though she was having more fun than the Bounty Hunter.

Thus, having recovered from her climax, her partner still obedient and hard as can be, the redhead changed her position. Turgid cock still inside her, she leaned forward, using her hands to stabilize herself, and straightened her legs as best she could, straddling the horse's body. Then, she started moving, sliding herself onto his shaft and then sliding it out of herself.

The intensity of her movements was a very rapid change for both of them - for her it wound up being a lot more pronounced than she had anticipated, as her climax had left her much more sensitive than before. For the beige stallion, it simply was a jump in speed that, compared to the very tame pace at which Sarah had been going before, was a great increase in sensation as well.

The stud snorted and moved his front legs, while the busty redhead kept on moving, skewering herself on his fat horsecock, letting out bewildered gasps of pleasure and managing to force herself up. Every time she went down and his flared tip popped up between her tits, her knees became wobbly and she barely held herself standing, for the feeling was overwhelming.

However, Miss Sarah Fortune was not just any horny whore, no, she was the feistiest, most rambunctious redhead she had ever met, and the strongest one to boot. As a result of that, no matter how close the next orgasm seemed to be, no matter how soft and jelly-like her legs became as she forced the stallion's swollen cock inside herself, she kept going at the highest possible speed.

It felt good. Not just because of the multitude of physical sensations, such as the smell, the way she was being stretched open, the way his flare scraped her insides or the way her tits kept getting pushed around by his member, but also that idea that she was going to make this stallion cum before she, herself, came again.

Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she actively started clenching her cunt as a means of preventing her oncoming climax. She felt the stallion's cock swelling up, she could actively feel his girth expanding by a slight amount as his cum traveled up his urethra. She also felt the pressure on her pussy becoming unbearable, as though she was a bomb that was perpetually stuck in that moment of exploding.

Then, the beast's balls clenched, shriveling up with such power that they got pulled to the base of his cock. The sensation of these fat gonads slapping against her ass with as much power as they could muster was enough to throw her over the edge, and her legs gave out underneath her. Only thanks to her hands wrapping around the stallion's stomach did she stay on top of him.

Piping hot spunk splashed inside of her, like a reverse gut-punch that somehow increased the sensitivity of her receptors tenfold. Again, she howled in pure ecstasy as her womb was filled to the brim with virile horse jizz off of just one shot. Her pussy splashed her own girl-cum all over the base of the stallion's cock, as well as herself, but she did not care.

The stud kept cumming, filling her up so nicely that she felt the pressure mounting, and as though the climax from just getting fucked was not enough, she wound up reaching another orgasm off of getting her stomach distended even further by the obscene amount of baby batter that was deposited inside of her.

There was so much semen inside of her that no matter how much her stomach bulged out, she could feel more of it being sprayed inside her. It leaked out from between her pussy and the turgid horsecock, but the stallion kept cumming. She almost fainted from the intensity of her orgasms and the pleasure she was experiencing.

Sona, who was getting fucked more than just a little silly by the horned up black steed over her, was discovering the wondrous music of sex. The symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, wetly, the sound of squelching that came with her sodden cunt getting pierced by the stallion's member, the meaty thwacking of the swollen testicles against her behind, the grunts and snorts emanating from the horse and the gasps coming from her - it all melded into an astounding performance that conveyed so much it was difficult to not wind up entranced by it.

Her cunny was already totally ravaged, yet her partner kept going. He was under the effect of her spell, fair enough, but there was definitely some kind of primal desire that welled up from within the horse itself, rather than just from the enchantment she had performed. His virility had found an outlet in the form of Sona's womb, and he was making use of her.

She was gritting her teeth, her hands balled up into fists holding onto nothing, the pressure within her growing with each thrust that stirred her whole body. Her massive titties swung wildly, the force of his thrusts sending them into a violent set of jiggling that was renewed before it could end.

Her milk was freely spraying in all directions, covering her etwahl and the floor, coupled with the copious amounts of cum flying off of her tits and face. Her mascara had wound up failing to hold up to the stresses put upon it and was now running down her visage, but it only made her feel more aroused.

Then, the stallion whinnied. The sound was so unexpected and pronounced, when compared to everything else so far, that Sona got a bit startled. However, that momentary burst of fright was replaced with relief and satisfaction as she felt him increase the pace tenfold - not just that, but also the power of his thrusts. He slammed himself inside of her as though his cock were a battering ram and her pussy was a gate that needed to go down.

The gigantic schlong felt even bigger, the power with which his swollen testes slapped against her behind appeared even greater, and by the time the Maven of the Strings realized that her partner was about to ejaculate, she could not mentally prepare herself.

The black stallion hilted himself inside of her, knocking the wind out of her sails and sending her for a metaphorical tumble. This momentary bout of asphyxiation sent her excitement through the roof, prompting her to also climax.

Pussy gushing, tits spraying milk, mouth wide open and drool making its way down her chin, Sona felt warmth bordering on scalding heat enter her. Semen, thick, hot and sticky, found itself within her womb, painting her inner folds white before she could even blink. The mute howl of pleasure that she let out as her cunt convulsed in the throes of this powerful, mind-shattering orgasm was known only to her, yet that made it all the more gratifying.

The buildup of pressure she had been experiencing was released in an instant, only to be replaced by another type of tension as her womb was filled far beyond its capacity. The stallion, magically enhanced by her, wound up cumming far, far more than would have been normal, as a result of which his jizz made Sona's abdomen swell up so that it could accommodate it. There was no way his obscenely fat cock would allow for even a drop of semen to go to waste - all of it was deposited directly inside of the blue-haired dame.

By the time the stallion pushed himself off of the installation, pulling his softening schlong out of her, the Maven of the Strings had almost fainted. Almost - she was still conscious, but time had once again wound up slipping between her fingers. When the black stud removed his cock out of her with a loud, lewd pop, she gasped as his cum started streaming out of her pussy, as though his schlong had been a cork.

"Having fun?" inquired Sarah, who had walked over to where Sona was, splayed over her etwahl and waiting for the waterfalls of jizz to make their way out of her. Not only that, she was also recovering from the absolute thrashing she had received.

Sarah Fortune, on the other hand, was standing, albeit not with the usual certainty, right in front of her - the dress was nowhere to be seen, and instead she was covered in sweat and cum. Most of the latter was centered around her womanhood, but the most interesting part of it was the bulging abdomen. It was not as swollen as Sona had felt, but there was definitely far too much cum inside the Bounty Hunter.

Still, the Maven of the Strings managed a meek little nod, pushing herself up. Her fingers instinctively reached for the etwahl's strings and she started playing an invigorating little tune that made her feel a lot more energetic.

"Good to know, because, the way I see it…" Sarah turned and motioned towards the rest of the pens holding other stallions. "We've got plenty of game to hunt!"

And they did. For hours on end, the two dames pursued the satisfaction of their worldly desires in the most improper manner possible, with the help of the entire stable. Their enjoyment was so thorough that, by the end of it, they had completely forgotten about the miserable creep who had tried to blackmail them, and they merrily departed the ranch, their bellies thoroughly filled with horse spunk, while the stallions all found themselves completely drained of cum.