Hi folks, as you can see, this is part 3 of a semi-biographical story, relating to when i worked as a stable manager in Germany. The names have been changed, and a couple of experiences embellished.
So far, John our main character, has spent the night in the Hayloft with Nicole, the Riding Club Chairwomans daughter.
He woke to the sound of his alarm, it was still dark and it took him a moment to remember where he was, and that it was Nicole on his arm asleep.
It was still dark, but normally he would have to get up now to be at the stables on time, but as he was already here, he had an extra 40 minutes.
He looked around the hayloft and out of the double loading doors, the horizon was starting to warm with the coming dawn.
The hayloft had a different smell this morning, not just hay now, but sex too.
The warm smell brought back the memories of last night, which in turn brought back his arousal.
But first he needed to relieve himself. Too lazy to walk downstairs, he stood in the double doors and pissed from upstairs into the stable yard, nothing worse then what the horses do he thought with a smile.
Finished he turned around and looked at Nicole asleep on the inflatable mattress.
The duvet hardly covered her, but on such a warm summers night, it wasn't really necessary.
As he watched her sleeping, he admired the gentle rise and fall of her chest, with the perfect nipples.
The smooth belly, but not unhealthily skinny like fashion dictated, the muscular legs, that had been riding him last night.
With that final thought, his arousal was complete, and he stood there, nude with the dim glow of the dawn silhouetting him decision made.
He knelt on the hay and gently spread Nicole's legs, trying not to wake her yet.
Tender little kisses up the inside of her thighs, getting closer to her pussy. His nose full now of the aroma of last night's passion, driving him on.
Tenderly he kissed her pussy lips, tasting her, wanting her again. He felt his cock scrapping along the hay beneath him as he moved in closer.
His tongue probed between her lips, gently licking her, feeling her body gently stirring in her sleep. Finding her clitoris again, his tongue circled it and a low murmur of approval came from Nicole in her sleep.
One hand slowly gently stroked up to her breast, caressing it gently while his tongue worked on her pussy, which he noticed was now becoming wetter.
He enjoyed the taste, moving his own body in pleasure, he ground his hard cock against the hay, the many small prickles a new but not too unwelcome sensation.
His tongue moving down to the entrance to her love, he could taste his cum from last night, he let out a slight moan of pleasure himself now, but Nicole didn't wake, or at least she pretended to sleep.
He slipped a finger now into her wet pussy, which brought a long sigh from her.
She moved slightly, almost in expectation of what should come next.
He moved up between Nicole's legs, brushing some stray bits of hay off his cock, and slowly entered her, glancing at her sleeping face, noticing how it was looking so content and happy now.
He moved all the way inside her, her hips moving to meet him, while her face stayed peacefully in sleepful bliss.
She felt amazing around him as he started to move more vigorously, his passion now in control.
Nicole moaned in pleasure and finally her eyes opened, slow to immediately take in what was happening, was it still the amazing dream or reality?
Seeing him deep inside her already was a surprise, how could he, but oh my god its amazing.
Seeing she was awake, he lifted both her legs up onto his shoulders, bending her so his thrusts struck deeper inside her, and took his desire.
Holding her in position, he thrust harder and deeper then before, more than she had experienced before from any lover.
She found herself moaning with every thrust, some almost painfully deep, but didn't want him to stop.
His fingers digging into her legs as he held her, used her, added to her pleasure. No one had used her like this before, and quickly she realised she was about to cum. Her moans now turning in to cries of ecstasy, echoing out into the morning, till she came again, her body convulsing as he held her tight.
Her noises only fueled his passion for her, holding her tighter, using her now, pumping harder into her, aware it wasn't simple love making now. The rich bosses daughter was getting used, and he realised, they both loved it.
As he struggled to hold her through her orgasm, he gripped her legs tightly with his strong fingers.
Finally he exploded into her again, feeling her relax as he finished.
Sitting back into a kneeling position, breathless but fulfilled.
"Good morning" he smiled at her.
"Yes, it is now, how late is it?"
"Quarter to 6 I think. Almost time to start work" he smugly answered, knowing that the only time she would see this time of day was on the way home from a party or getting a flight to the Caribbean on holiday.
"I think I should clean up" she said unaware.
"Just put your panties on and go home like that, with my cum dripping into them"
"Why do you want my dirty panties afterwards?" she answered with a giggle.
"Now that's an idea, something special for when I'm home alone and want a wank."
"Ohhh no more wanking for you, that's MY cum in there, you're not wasting it" she exclaimed as she rolled away and put her panties from yesterday on.
"We'll see" as he grabbed some fresh underwear from his bag and started to dress.
