Looking up I could see the sheath that held his cock. I reached up and touched it, and felt something huge inside. The horse whinnied again and pushed...his hips forward. I rubbed the sheath harder, and a huge black mushroom head popped out. I creamed right there, and the horse smelled it. His cock came out more, growing longer and harder and he stomped his rear feet. “Rub him girl, jerk that giant cock.” It was Sheriff Owen who rarely spoke to me like that. Shivering with fear and excitement I. “I guess I’m mostly gay. I enjoy being with a woman, if I have a man there to help me through the process.” “That’s how I feel too, but from the other end of the spectrum. I mean, I had fun last night, but I’d love to have a woman in the mix to help me enjoy being with a man.” “Maybe we should try to make that happen.” Julian said this so casually, as if having a threesome with a woman was a simple event to arrange. “Seriously?” “Yes. I’m in Seoul until next Sunday. My company provides me. " She said again raising an eyebrow."How would you like to stick that big stiff cock of yours up my hungry cunt Harry?" She said as she gazed at my cock with that, I-wanna-fuck look.There stood sister in a black silky bra and matching panties, her eyes now glued to my 8" hard-on that was still in my hand from my morning wank. Jenny gasped as she looked from my cock to my eyes and back to my cock again."You do you realize what you just asked me Jenny?" I asked as I tried to cover myself as best. Others tickled my fancy, covering a whole range of topics, but none stuck with me like those. And of course, among D/s stories my favorites pretty much always involved fellatio. The more I read about it, the more I understood why it appealed so much to the sub in me. Since ancient times, the phallus has been a symbol of virility, potency and power. Fellatio appealed to me so much because it tapped into that loaded imagery, becoming a form of total supplication to a cultural font of authority. I.