This story is bit different from the others, with less raceplay involved and more emphasis on romance (though still with strong dominant/submissive themes). Credit goes primarily to my co-writer for whom I edit, but who wishes to remain anonymous. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
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We're riding together along a dusty trail, just the two of us atop my trusty horse. I'm feeling the warmth of her body on mine, her back against my chest as I pull her tight against me, hearing her purr contentedly with my hands moving around her bare stomach. Her skin is warm and smooth under my fingertips, her stomach flat and hard. She feels my fingers moving down her body and she moans softly, the hard leather of the saddle rubbing rough against her bare pussy lips, rubbing her clit as the horse moves under her. The sun beats down on us and she feels my hands pull back on the reins gently to slow the beast and, from experience, she knows what's coming. She slides to the side and drops easily from the saddle, but her legs buckle as she hit the warm sand. Her knees are sore and her entire body aches from the long day in the saddle, and between her legs is even sorer from the time we've spent out of the saddle. But she knows what's going to happen. She knows I don't care how sore she is. It's been about three hours, right on schedule.
She finds a relatively comfortable spot in the sand but her knees are already burning. She gets on her hands and knees anyway, her tiny ass pointing up at me, her destroyed qipao gone from her small breasts down, and as she bends over, her straw hat slipping off her head and falling gently onto the hot sand. What's left of it slides up her body and up around her neck. She looks downright ridiculous like that, with her cunt open and spread for me, her body naked under the hot sun. She hears the jingle of the spurs on my boots and the unzipping of my trousers as I approach, her long black hair covering her face as she lowers her head. Tears form in her eyes as she feels my thick cock push up hard past her pussy lips into that tight yellow cunt, spearing her from behind, her body lurching forward.
She feels the leather of my chaps pressing hard against her ass, the rough denim of my trousers open just enough at the fly, chafing her bottom as I pound her. She smells the sweat and dirt and the sun on my body. She smells my horse and he smells her back, neighing loudly behind her somewhere, smelling her dripping pussy as I slam into her again and again, rocking her forward into the sand, pushing her head down into the hot earth, sweat dripping off my chin down onto her naked back, and then she feels me thrust even harder, once, jamming my cock up into her tiny little oriental body. She feels me empty inside of her once again, pumping fast and hard, my thick white cock spurting deep into her womb. Then I'm gone, a loud squelch as my cock vacates her dripping cunt, leaving her dripping cum into the sand, panting and gasping. She realizes I've dropped my hat onto her ass and she hears me laughing, already back up in the saddle, and so she slowly, gingerly, lifts herself up out of the sand and straightens what's left of her dress. She climbs back up in front of me, cringing in pain as her raw cunt presses against the hot leather of the saddle. She looks up at the sun, trying to gauge how long she has until she's back in the sand with my sweaty dick crammed in her pussy. She feels my lips on her neck and she smiles, pressing her tiny body back against mine as we set off again, my arm wrapped tight around her slim bare waist, smiling, enjoying the feeling of the horse beneath us, the sun warm on her skin...
Things between us weren't always so cozy. It all started one hot afternoon. I rode into a small town that day, tired and sore from the saddle like so many other days, two weeks of beard on my face, dry and dusty and smelling like horse and trail. I needed a woman, a drink, a bath and a bed... and not necessarily in that order. I tied up my horse outside the bathhouse and stepped inside, pushing my hat back off my head, letting it fall on its lanyard behind my back. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim interior, but when they did, it looked exactly like every other chink bathhouse out here.
I hollered for the owner, and this old yellow crone toddled out, bowing and scraping and gesturing to me, babbling in that nonsense they all speak. She led me to the baths, which were not being used by anyone else, and gestured for me to get into the one that was full of steaming water. I yelled at the woman to leave so that I could undress, and eventually she seemed to get the message, but then before I could even get my hat off, this other chink bitch poked her head in and walked right over to me. "Ah shit," I remember thinking. At least this one was younger though, a slim but curvy thing, kinda pretty I guess, in the way they have, looking like young women with firm little rumps and perky little teats. She was wearing this silky looking dress thing, very clingy and tight, with flowers all over it, a high collar and basically no sleeves. Anyway, next thing I knew she was reaching up and started unbuttoning my shirt. I pushed her hands away and said I'd do it myself, but she didn't seem to get the message and kept unbuttoning it until it was open down to my waist, and then she pulled it out of my pants and slipped it off my shoulders. The whole time I felt her bare arms brushing against my body, and like I said, I needed a woman and a bath, and the order didn't matter. I figured this yellow filly for a whore and laughed a little inside. Boy would she be cross when she found out I was damn near broke. Anyway, as she got closer to me, I could smell the soap in her black hair, feeling the warmth of her light brown skin on mine. That tight body beneath that smooth, silky material pressed against me, and my body responded. Two weeks on the trail with only a horse for company will do that to a man.
I felt my body responding to hers, the way any man's body would respond to a young, fertile woman, especially one as nubile and comely as this one. I felt a buzzing in my head, like the blood was rushing through my body. I felt my knees weaken as her tiny hands moved over my stomach, down to my belt and my trousers, filthy and smelling like dust and horse and blood and campfires. The girl on the other hand smelled so good and clean, so soft next to my rough skin and my unshaven face, her face pure and clean and unblemished, her eyes dark and bright. Before I could restrain myself, my hands were on her sides, feeling how slim she was but also round in all the right places, and in a flash my lips were on hers, feeling them spread for me, my tongue finding hers. I couldn't care anymore and I couldn't stop. It was her own damn fault for touching me that way and for dressing like she did.
I might've started out wanting a hot bath in peace but now my hands were all over her body, pulling it against mine, feeling her squirm and thrash, so hot and feisty. Still, it took no effort to force her face to mine, to kiss her and to grab her long black smooth hair and pull her head back until she couldn't move, kissing those sweet lips, my beard scraping against her tanned chinadoll face. She kissed me back, and I felt my knees buckle, my head spinning, lost in lust for this oriental flower. It was only out of the corner of my eye, with my last ounce of sense, that I felt her hand move from the small of my back where it had rested so delicately, gone for a moment, and something buried deep within me screamed silently, blowing past the lust clouding my thoughts and shouting "Danger!" I opened my eyes just in time to see her slim arm sweeping down towards my neck, a small stiletto in her fingers driving towards my jugular, and my arm came up just in time, blocking the blow and taking a nick along my forearm.
