Family Matters Ch. 17 - Sex Stories

Family Matters Ch. 17

The groom woke her the next morning with a kick, vigorous but not hard enough to leave a sign. She rose at once and knelt at his feet.

He greased her rear opening; did he or Mr. Kent want to use her? No, it was merely to ease the way for a false tail he inserted. He harnessed her and drove the chaise to the front door where her owner and the schoolboy waited. They got in, and Mr. Kent started her with a flick of the whip.

They were halfway down the long drive to the road when she had an idea. After their night together, this might appeal to both of them and make her willingness clear. With her bound hands she reached behind herself and pulled her cheeks open as they watched.

At once the false tail slid out and fell in the dirt. The two men laughed and Mr. Kent pulled on the reins to stop the chaise. The boy got out and retrieved the tail; at a sign from the older man, he stuck it back in her.

"Deeper." He pushed it in almost its full length; only a few bristles stood out. The men laughed again and she felt herself turning red at her blunder. Instead of an object of desire she had become a joke to them.

Mr. Kent dropped the boy off at school and they returned without incident. The bristles of the tail she sported stimulated her, and when they stopped at the estate she wiggled it for him. He stroked her rear and contemplated it for a minute or two while she waited expectantly.

She was not disappointed. He told the groom to remove her tail and lube her again. ...

... A few stray bristles had to be picked out one by one; the groom plucked each from its embedded position while her anticipation grew.

When that was done he put on a pair of examination gloves, took a jar of axle grease and coated the passage as deep as he could reach. She bit her lip to avoid making a sound.

He bent her over a low partition between two stalls. Her owner promptly spread and entered her, stiff and ready for action. She began to moan as he exercised her back and forth for over a minute, and sighed when at last he discharged himself into her.

He withdrew and offered her to the groom, who was quick to accept.

He was larger and harder, but she was so tired from pulling the chaise and now from her master that she only mumbled and drooled a little while he used her.

When he was done he told her to stand, but her strength was gone. He put one hand on her hip and pulled her up by her metal collar; she blinked and looked stupidly at her conquerors.

Mr. Kent left; the groom saw him to the door of the barn and returned. By then Faith had regained her wits a little; he handed her a cloth and she wiped down the chaise, then spent the rest of the day in her stall alone and unneeded.

Something in the axle grease warmed and stimulated her behind; she basked in the memory of being split open for them.

At dinner time the stable boy replenished her feed bowl and used her. She lay down contentedly with the seed of three men in her, and slept.

That night a ...