The air was thick with anticipation as I approached the stable door, my heart pounding in my chest. The scent of sweaty horseflesh mixed with the earthy aroma of hay, filling my nostrils and igniting a primal hunger deep within me. As I stepped inside, I saw him there, tethered to the center post, his body glistening with sweat from hours spent toiling in the fields. His name was Blackjack, but I knew him by another moniker - one whispered among those who dared to seek the forbidden pleasures of bestiality.
He snorted as I approached, his large, dark eyes fixed on me. The smell of manure and the faint stench of urine mingled with the sweetness of his breath, creating a potent aroma that both repulsed and excited me. His massive head was bowed, his eyes soft and welcoming, as if inviting me to come closer and share in his secrets.
As I neared him, my fingers itched to touch him, to feel the power that pulsed beneath his shiny coat. With a trembling hand, I reached out and stroked his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against my own. His muscles rippled under my touch, and I could feel the rhythmic beat of his heart. My breath hitched in my throat as I allowed myself to be consumed by this desire that had haunted me for so long.
As I continued to stroke him, I noticed a patch of thick fur covering his genitals. I knew what lay beneath that coat - the throbbing, pulsating member that was now straining towards me. With a trembling hand, I reached down and began to caress him, feeling the heat radiating from his body as he grew harder in my grasp.
The sight of his thick, swelling cock brought forth an almost irresistible urge to taste it, to feel it inside me. As I knelt before him, I could see the veins pulsing along its length, and I knew that this was not just any ordinary encounter - this was a forbidden act, one that would push me to the very edge of my sanity.
Slowly, I opened my mouth, and with trembling lips, I took him into my mouth, feeling the warmth of his member against my tongue. His scent filled my nostrils, mixing with the taste of horseflesh and hay, creating a heady cocktail that drove me wild with desire.
As I sucked on him, I could feel his body begin to shake, his movements becoming more frenzied as he sought release. With a loud whinny, he began to thrust into my mouth, his cock sliding in and out of my lips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I knew that I could not take much more, but I wanted him to continue - to feel the power of his member inside me as it pulsed with life. And so, I reached down between my legs and began to stroke myself, feeling the wetness that had pooled there as I prepared for what was to come.
As Blackjack continued to thrust into my mouth, I felt myself begin to tense, my body ready to burst with ecstasy. With a final cry of pleasure, I let go, feeling the warmth of his cum fill my mouth and run down my throat. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving me gasping for breath as I came down from the high that had consumed me.
As Blackjack's movements slowed and he finally stilled, I knew that this encounter would be etched into my memory for all eternity. It was a moment of pure animalistic pleasure, one that could never be replicated in the human world. And as I stood there, panting and covered in his fluids, I knew that I had unleashed a desire within me that could not be tamed.
But I also knew that this was just the beginning - that the true pleasures of bestiality still lay ahead, waiting to be discovered by those brave enough to embrace them. And with Blackjack's scent still clinging to my skin and his cum lingering on my tongue, I could not help but feel a sense of excitement at what other forbidden delights awaited me in the dark corners of the world.