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quick work of the many
buckles and straps, familiarity making her task easy.
    Once she had the fake cock secured deep
inside her body, Natalie stepped back up to the suspended horse and
mounted. With moments to spare, Natalie had time to reflect on the
toy that was buried within her clenching pussy.
    Firm, and curved at the tip, it was her
favorite dildo. With every breath, the head pressed and rubbed
against her sensitive walls. She couldn't help but moan softly and
shift, manipulating the cock to press against her g-spot.
    Minutes passed, as the leather saddle
beneath her ass grew slick from her sweat and her essence. Gripping
the pommel, Natalie squirmed and wiggled; trying to find relief,
which she knew wasn't available to her. The dildo nestled deep
within her was designed to make her aware of every nerve-ending in
her pussy. It was intended to increase her sexual frustration, to
heighten her pleasure - and Andrew's. Only with the swinging
motions of the horse would she achieve orgasm.
    Gazing at herself in the wall of mirrors was
another form of sensual torture that Andrew demanded. She could see
her nipples standing out hard and proud from her chest, tiny silver
rings dangling from the tips. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen
of sweat. The ropes holding the horse in place creaked as Natalie
shifted again.
    A faint breeze stirred the air as Andrew
opened the barn door, announcing his presence.
    "Been waiting long?" he drawled.
    "No Sir. I was mounted and ready at three."
Keeping her gaze focused on her reflection in the mirror, Natalie
fought the urge to squirm again.
    The long curved vibrator pressed directly on
her g-spot, and she craved to succumb to the gushing orgasm it
could bring.
    She could hear Andrew's steps behind her as
he crossed the room and settled into his chair. Natalie knew it
wouldn't be long now. She heard the flick of the switch in the
stillness of the room, and had a moment to draw a deep breath
before the motor started manipulating the ropes in the pulleys.
    As the horse bucked back and forth, grinding
the pommel against the base of the harness, Natalie gripped the
saddle horn tight. Digging the arches of her feet firmly in the
stirrups, she tightened her thigh muscles and held on for the
ride.
    The smooth leather beneath her ass rubbed
her inner thighs and butt-cheeks as she shifted backward. On the
back swing, she shifted forward.
    Faster and faster the horse rocked, until
Natalie couldn't control her reactions any more. Moaning and
arching against the pommel, she drove the cock as far into her
quivering pussy as the harness allowed and climaxed deliciously.
She loved climaxing this way, the rocking motions of invention
almost a mirror for the gate of a real horse. The only difference
was, with a flick of a switch, Andrew could vary the speed, and
withhold her orgasm for hours if he chose. The fact that he had
allowed her to come so quickly meant he had other plans in mind.
She shivered in delicious curiosity as to what those plans were,
but knew better than to ask.
    The motions of Andrew's invention slowed,
until it only swayed slightly.
    "Did you like that?"
    "Yes, Sir," Natalie whispered, her breath
coming in gasps. What she really wanted was another ride, this time
with him joining her, and his cock buried in her pussy.
    "Dismount." The slow drawl of his voice was
gone, replaced by clipped forcefulness. Andrew was a country boy at
heart, but he was also a very dominant man.
    Legs shaking, Natalie slid from the horse
and stood waiting. Bracing herself with a hand on the damp leather,
she turned to face her husband. His damp, curly hair, clean jeans
and flannel shirt made it obvious he had stopped for a shower after
tending to the fence in the east pasture. He had pulled on his
clean boots, which lacked the mud and manure that clung to his work
boots.
    "Come over here, and bring a paddle with
you."
    Mind racing, Natalie tried to think of what
she had done to deserve punishment. Walking across