Master
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Master
by flipper
The day was a beautiful one, deep blue sky with cotton ball clouds puttering across lazily. A cool breeze blew through the open woods, a cool but brisk day. It was a little slice of heaven for Owen as he exercised, breathing heavily as he finished up his daily regimen with the usual two mile run. He wore a small pair of running shorts and nothing more. On such a day there was nothing more satisfying than running around his estate, the culmination of so many years of hard work and determination. The path turned and he came out from under the tree cover to the large green expanse that was his front lawn, an immaculately kept plain that brought a small grin to his face, heading back towards his home.
Owen Molson was no young stallion, his mane and tail a deep solid gray, his body fur still a nice light brown. His life was one of shrewd investments, real estate and banking. Not many could retire by the age of forty eight, but he managed. His money was making more as he spent his time at his manor. It was a mansion, bought on the cheap and renovated, turned from a dilapidated building on the verge of being snapped up by some developer and turned into a mini-mall and turned into his home.
He stepped inside and kicked off his muddy running shoes as he entered through the east door. The house was immaculate, as expected. Ronald, his butler, managed his home with an almost obsession to detail. Nothing was ever out of place. A few maids did the grunt work, a pair of gardeners managed the garden and lawn. A cook made his meals. They were paid well and lived in the servants quarters, at no cost. Owen had family, but he had been the 'black sheep' of the lot, and was only now accepted after making his own fortune. He spurned them regardless. The fellow hadn't married in the circles that his family wanted, hadn't married at all. His brother, the only person he could look to without disgust, was the one to carry on the family name, already having sired four boys and three girls.
Owen headed up to the nearest room with a shower. He slipped off the meager shorts and turned on the spigot and began to wash up, the bits of mud and grime scrubbed from his coat, mane and tail. For a male bordering on fifty, he had the body of a fit twenty year old. Discipline of mind had turned his body into the well maintained and sculpted thing it was and would likely be for a long time to come. Oh, his joints ached now and then, but nothing like so many of his colleauges in the business world. As he washed he realized, not for the first time, that he was not particularly tired, rather he was invigorated, smirking to himself as he scrubbed his fur and hair with some fine general purpose cleanser.
As he thought about what to do with the rest of the day, his thoughts wandered, mainly to one of his maids. The smirk grew to a full smile, thoughts of her filling his mind. Her name was Marie, a petite little mouse femme, in her twenties and a gorgeous creature. Owen hadn't hired her, Ronald managed those affairs. Indeed, Owen had been over joyed when he had first met Marie, a rather memorable experience that had transpired in this very bathroom.
Owen was, for lack of a better term, not interested in having children, although he definitely doted on his nieces and nephews. He was not interested in getting married, although the thought did cross his mind from time to time. The one longing that built up, at seemingly random times, was a need more of the flesh. For many years, his personal assistant was much more than a mere assistant. Clarise saw to his every need, and had been quite good at it. But, when Owen had decieded to retire, there was no one better suited to look after his investments than her. So, she stayed in his office and acted as his steward, already making several rather good choices of mutual funds and one particular good run at the commodities market. Alas, that kept her from him, something that would occasionally bring a pang of longing in the aging stallion.
But Marie, dear sweet Marie, had been informed of her employer's 'situation' by Martha, the old badger that was his cook. She was older than he, and certainly not much to look at, but could whip up a meal in no time, and it was always delicious. Martha had filled in Marie and she, against all probability, had taken to her new 'duties' like a fish to water. That first time in the bathroom had been quite a lot of fun.
Owen looked down at his body and saw himself reacting to the mere thought of the memory. The stallion was not only blessed with good business sense, but... well, he was an equine after all. That wide tip was already pushing up, shaft lengthing and swelling as the thoughts of her servicing him began to wash through his mind. The stallion finished his shower and shut off the water, standing over the hot air grate to dry off, water blasted from him. A quick brushing of his body fur and his hair and mane and he was quite the dashing figure.
He grabbed a simple silk kimono, leaving it open as he left the bathroom to hunt down his dear little Marie, no mean task in the house. The upper floor held no luck. The stallion was growing impatient with himself until he caught a soft scent, Marie's perfume. He followed that pleasant, clean smell to the large, rarely used dining hall. She was dusting the massive table, bent over the wide wooden piece. She wore a small little french maid outfit, smaller than was really necessary. Her pert little rump was being shown off as she stretched to reach the middle of the table, thin mouse tail flicking with irritation.
Owen watched, kimono still very much open, if his swelling member had flagged at all during the search, it was instantly recovered and then some. As she stood upright, nodding at the work she had done, turning and giving a slight start. She had gotten used to him finding her at odd times, from when she was dealing with laundry to the dead of night, the stallion had found her.
"Good day, sir." She said, smiling broadly, her eyes lowering from his to look over his exposed and aroused body. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Owen said nothing, the soft smile on his muzzle brightening, loving the way she kept up appearances, despite a light brightening in her eyes. If the knew she loved it just as much as he. He saw the way she looked at him when he was necessarily needing any servicing, the way she would 'accidentally' brush up against him, her hand grazing against his body.
He advanced slowly, reaching her and pressing her back until she bumped against the edge of his table. The horse leaned down and kissed her hotly. Marie responded instantly, arms reaching up to his chest, sliding around the muscled trunk of his body. She squealed into the kiss, that hardening truncheon of horse meat pressing against her middle, her body wriggling just a bit, her paws pulling him close.
"Is this what is causing you some trouble?" She whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment, Owen's thick cock throbbing against her. The small curvy femme let one hand come around between to hold that hard length, her soft fingers stroking up and down the shaft. The stallion whickered and tossed his head.
"You will take care of that my dear." The horse grunting his order before stepping away a bit, the young smiling mouse grinning up to her employer and master. Marie began stroking him with both paws now, his maleness too wide for her small elegant hands. She leaned down and began to lap eagerly at the flared tip, her tongue sliding and swirling over the sensitive head, paying attention to the underside, getting a deep moan of appreciation from the horse. One hand stroked over the inside of his thigh before cupping those warm heavy balls, rolling them gently in their soft prison, another shiver running up Owen's spine, his breath picking up.
"Of course." She whispered sweetly before engulfling his tip with her mouth, bobbing her head, tongue playing all about him as he entered and left her hot wet mouth, the horse panting as he watched her take more and more of his length into her mouth, more than he'd ever initially expected her to take when he first met her. One of the many fine qualities she had surprised him with.
The stallion turned them about, leaning against the edge of the heavy table, one hand on the back of the sensuous femme's head as she continued to suckle at his root, one hand stroking the length of his cock she hadn't yet gotten down her throat, the other reaching down between her legs, stroking furiously. She whimpered and moaned around him, bright green eyes looking up into his cloudy grays. He pushed gently, urging her to take more of him, wanting to see her struggle once again to take him deep down her throat.
She obliged him, of course, taking a deep breath before slowly letting him slide into her mouth and beyond, willing her reflexes to be still, swallowing around him, more of his cock down her gullet than he'd ever experienced before. He whickered as his muscles bunched and flexed, years of hard exercise shown as he willed himself not to buck his hips, not to fuck her throat, not to ravage her... at least not yet. With a gasp of carnal pleasure, he pulled her off his cock, shiny with a liberal coating of saliva. Marie smiled up at her master, panting for breath herself, although not necessarily from having air cut off by the thick member that had been slid into her.
Owen effortlessly lifted the petite mouse up and sat her down on the edge of the table, the mouse femme giving a little 'Eep!' in surprise. The stallion began to undress her, removing that sexy but decidedly teasing french maid uniform, verily tearing it to get it off Marie's body, she herself starting to breath more deeply, always aroused when he gave into his desires, showing a little more of the animal within. A brief moment later and all she was wearing was a lacy see through bra, heels, and garter belt with sheer stockings... nothing more was needed for her position at the house.
She leaned back, laying out on the fine wooden table, spreading her legs wide to show herself to the large, sculpted equine, fingers spreading her puffy lips, glistening with arousal, wimpering and writhing on the smooth surface of the table, back arching and pushing out her tits, licking her lips, anything and everything to spur him on. Her other hand stroked his paw that was still very much on her hip, the strong but gentle grip used to deposit her in her current spot hardening, pulling her hips and ass just off the table. Marie let out a small giggle, her eyes watching his cloud over with want.
He let one hand fall to that gift of nature sprouting from his loins, rubbing himself against her sex, getting a wanton cry from the mouse, her body rolling with nearly equal need. With a wry, devious smile, he knelt, Marie whimpering then gasping and clawing at the table. Owen, kneeling, was at the perfect height to taste her, and taste her he did. His hands stayed at her hips, his hold keeping her hips from bucking, not that she wasn't trying. That long slurping tongue snaked out, dragging along her blossomed furrow. The whimpering femme went positively wild as he plunged his tongue within her body, press up against the front of her body, sliding firmly over that small rough patch. She screamed out wordlessly, her body straining against his harsh grip, wanting to move and roll against his touch, wanting to do something, anything.
She clawed hard at the table, leaving marks in the surface without care or thought, head thrashing back and forth as she was driven hard and fast towards orgasm, the stallion not flagging in the slightest, taking no small amount of pleasure in sending her over the edge. Her back arched and her mouth was open in a silent 'o', plunged into the white hot fires of climax, a flush of her honey from her body rewarding the horse. Owen licked furiously as she came, tonge scooping out her juices from that throbbing, flexing pussy, smiling while enjoying his small drink of girly come.
Without a word, he rose, the mouse dazed slightly, squirming slightly, enjoying pleasure burn throughout her body, not noticing at first that her master had moved until he pushed into her, half-lidded eyes flying open, soft coos of pleasure spiking with a cry of glee. He pushed inside her cunt with a grunt, stretching her as he always did, nothing the stallion had done thus far had ever done anything to harm her... but her cunney was still a vice around him.
"Oh YES!! Oh fuck me! Fuck me Owen!!" She cried out out, her hands playing with her tits, still trapped in the brassiere as that massive cock delved into her. The equine threw his head back and whinnied at the feeling of her clamp down on him, driving deeper, shifting his body closer as more of him was accepted by her shivering body. He hilted, a bump rising in her tummy, the tip of his cock slightly distending her flesh. She writhed, groaned and whimpered, her hands leaving her bosom to stroke and caress him lovingly, wanting more.
With gritted teeth and a hard hold on her body, the stallion began that dance, known and practiced since the beginning of time, his hips slowly pulling out of her and then pushing back in, again and again. The mouse wrapped her legs down around his thighs as well as she could, one small paw on his iron hard forearms that held her still. He throbbed within her sex, the eager femme letting her own mind fall by the wayside, wanting very inch he had to give, and then some. She stared up at him with a slight tinge of fear and want, biting her bottom lip as his gaze bored it's way down into her as his cock began to plunge in and out of that sopping pussy. She reached up and stroked as much of him as she could reach, his stomach and chest, his arms and sides, feeling the power behind his thus far slow and gentle motions, knowing full well he was capable of more, so much more.
He smiled as he began to pant as buried his cock within and held himself there. Marie whimpered until he leaned over her body, one arm sliding underneath her, lifting her up off the table and carrying her, cock still very much within her, bouncing and dancing within her quim as he walked over to a clear spot of the wall, uncluttered by light switches, lights themselves, paintings, or other such nonsense. She thumped against the wall, pinned there by him, her master. She threw her arms about his neck and crooned to him, trying to move in his grasp, finding some degree of success for a moment. It was then that he began to truly move.
The stallion could never hold back, never resist this sultry succubus. He held her agains the wall and steeled himself, a wide stance as he readied to take his pleasure from her. She giggled in his arms, writhing sensually, knowing full well what was to come, knowing it. Owen smiled and drew his cock nearly from her dripping cunt before driving back in with force, harsh quick thrust. He waited a moment, a sigh of pure contentment coming from her before he did it again, a squeak of delight following right after. He then started to drive up into her, not even bothering to tease with gravity, driving in and out of her, the squelch of his deeply delving cock sounding loudly with their panting.
She quivered as he drove hard and fast into her, his girth filling her just the way she loved it. Marie's fingernails dug into his neck and shoulders as he took her rough and hard. She let her head fall against his chest, tits crushed by his body, her own form bouncing in his grip with each impact of his hips. More and more of her juice was forced out by that plunging piston, the collision of their bodies becoming a wet smack as his body darkened around the crotch and inner thighs, the room filling with the scent of wanton rutting, of animal fucking. She wanted him to come, wanted him to have his pleasure. It had to have been an eternity that he took her against the wall before ceasing his actions without a word, getting a strangled cry of denial from the mouse, unwiling to accept the moment lacking that delicious friction of his wide cock plunging in and out of her cunt.
Owen backed away from the wall and lowered down to his knees, roughly taking her with him, rolling her onto hands and knees upon the floor. She moved into the desired position without a word, her front falling to the ground, ass upturned and tail lazily draped over one hip. One of her small delicate hands slid over her already stretched hole, showing him what he had done... and wanting more. He needed no such coaxing now, down on one knee behind her, pushing back into her with out fanfare or care for her, wound up fully in his own desire, pumping away without missing a beat. She pushed back as well as she could, trying to stay stationary on that one random spot of the floor, with meager success.
He watched his cock engulfed by her already sodden sex, her lips stretching around his girth as he drove in and out, the stallion panting heavily as he continued to rut with her. He could never last too long with her, although he always made every second count. The tendons in his neck strained, standing out as pleasure built up within him, more and more, his body rapidly heading towards his own release, rutting like a tireless machine. Marie was going wild, pushing back against him, flexing and bearing down on that long thick hunk of horse meat plunging into her cunt. She grunted with each hard, jarring thrust of his hips, that heavy sac bapping against her clit, that wonderful cock stretching her, filling her. Owen saw her body tremble, that small part of his mind that still took notice of the world, the rational, logical side of him that had been so easily discarded and pushed aside.
Marine cooed and whimpered, looking back over her shoulder to the ramming male, watching his eyes burn with lust, watching his body work so beautifully in tandem with hers, watching everything about him. Owen knew she could feel his slight trembles through his hard body, the bare need in his now feral fucking, knew he was so close, so very close. Her hand reached down between them and cupped his balls, licking her lips as he rutted against her. The stallion grinned widely, driving one last time against her, grinding his hips hard, stirring that monstrous cock within her sex... before withdrawing completely.
She rolled over with a cry of delight as the stallion pushed her down onto her back, straddling her stomach and letting his shining cock fall between her firm, lovely breasts. Marie didn't miss a beat, her mouth engulfing his tip, paws smashing her tits around that wide cock, letting him take her any way he desired, wanting him to cry out with delight, to shiver with pleasure, to give her his cream. The horse grinned, reaching behind her to finger that stretched, abused cunney as his member slid between her lovely breasts, mouth suckling and slurping over his tip. Owen could bare keep his eyes upon her, the very image pushing him closer still towards release. He knew he was so close, so very close, feeling that tongue and mouth work furiously as he pumped against her chest, heavy balls dragging over her body, her pussy clenching around his delving fingers.
Owen threw his head back, whickering as his hips jerked foward one last time, swelling in the soft confines of the Marie's cleavage, his spunk spurting from his tip into her waiting, a moan of satisfaction and delight coming from the smoldering mouse femme. She shivered underneath him, drinking his cum with relish, sucking his cock for every precious drop, a second orgasm washing over her, pussy clamping down on his fingers as the stroked that cunt, pleasuring her as her mouth and throat were coated with a liberal does of stallion semen. The stallion stayed there, his tip of his member, and then some, buried in her maw, his fingers within her own spasming pussy, unwilling to move just yet, his body still being worked by the even now eager mouse.
She swallowed every drop, not ceasing her work on that wondrous cock of his until she was sure she got every last bit. That large stallion member leaving her mouth with a wet plop, tip resting against her cheek, the mouse femme rubbing her soft facial fur against it. He rolled off of her once she released that still hard length, laying flat on his back, panting furiously, gasping for breath. Marie rolled to rest against him, a hand stroking his chest, a leg hooking around his, head against his shoulder. A soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips as his arms encircled her, pulling her close.
He rose up slowly, Marie disentangling herself from him, only to find his large stronge hands lifting her up, tossing her over his shoulder and padding out of the room. She squealed and reached down to grope his rump and play with his tail, getting a chuckle from her master as they progressed through his home. She knew where they were going and smiled widely. They entered the doorway to his bedroom, Owen closing the doors behind him before tossing the saucy little mouse on the bed.
The mouse got up on her knees as the equine stood at the edge of the bed, her hands reaching out to his deflated member, stroking and lapping at his sheath and still accessible tip. His body trembled as she worked dillengently, wanting him up and ready. One small hand squeezed his hot heavy balls, getting another shiver from her master, that sleeping giant of a cock rising again at her touch. She beamed as her licking became suckling, taking his tip gently in her mouth, bobbing up and down more and more before rising up and scooting back, admiring that truncheon of male lust, revived by her.. for her...
Her master crawled up on the bed, Marie scooting back until she was comfortably in the middle, reaching up to pull him down to her, his body moving against hers, her legs parting and curling around his, stroking him with her feet and paws. Owen smiled and leaned down to kiss his little mouse, Marie rising up to meet him, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down. He covered her, his hard broad chest against her breasts, pinning her down. His lips met hers, their kiss dragging out as she wriggled, one paw of hers sliding down his side to his rump, squeezing his firm cheek, giggling as he let his teeth pull at her lower lip.
She said nothing, and neither did he. He lifted his hips as her paw slipped between them to encircle that cock and pull it to her, guiding him into her once more. That fat horse cock slipped in easily, her juices never having ceased to flow. The mouse and horse continued their kiss as well as possible, the sheer difference in height making the contact difficult as Owen gave in to the urge to fill his mouse. She squeezed him. She lay back and stroked his chest as he rose up on his arms, body moving in slow deep strokes. This would not be the powerful sport fucking from earlier. No, this would be soft... sweet... love.
The pleasure built slowly, the sun tracing along it's course in the sky as the horse and mouse connected, moving in tandem, both holding back, letting the floodgates fill with energy, with sexual lust. They rolled about, never letting the opportunity for some other delightful sensation pass. Each gentle motion by one was met by the other. Marie and Owen moaned and cooed with delight, the mouse playing with his mane and nipples as the horse nibbled behind Marie's ears and squeezed her ass hard. This was something more than fucking. Both had done as much in their lives, laid with whatever was willing and that was that. As Marie threw her head back and groaned as that thick cock grazed her g-spot, she knew no lover before her master would have taken such time, spent a whole afternoon with her.
Owen loved her, she was every fantasy he'd ever and then some. She teased him mercilessly and then begged him for his touch. That lovely mouse loved everything about him. Oh, it had started out oddly enough, but it didn't matter. Seeing her writhe beneath him, feeling her fully with each languid press into her, it was worth it. They could pound each other like wild beasts and cum over each other, but this... this peaceful gentle love-making was perfection. It was everything he wanted.
With a soft squeak and rough whicker, they came for each other....