A bimbo had left him for another guy. He asked if I could leave the house and chat with him at the bar at the end of the block. Being inquisitive, I w...nted to know why the bar was suggested. He said that he doubted that we had anything strong enough to drink and I nodded in agreement. I was a bit reluctant at first, but Lucas was your best friend and he needed someone to talk to. I went upstairs and changed into something comfortable. I slipped into a little black dress. The dress that I am. You take me in your mouth and gently work your mouth up and down, while dragging your tongue along the shaft sending me into ecstasy as you roll my nipples in your fingers. My toes are twitching and my hands are balled into tiny fists as I gasp for precious breath, unable to exhale. I try to delay myself, but too soon I reach the point of no return and my seed rushes into your mouth in rapid pulses as I cry out in beautiful agony. Holding my seed in your mouth you roll me over onto my stomach. I was carefully kept from the grooms and other men-servants; once I recollect getting to the stable yard and seeing a stallion mount a mare, his prick go right out of sight in what appeared to me to be the mare’s bottom of father appearing and calling out, “What does that b*y do there?” and my being hustled away. I had scarcely a male acquaintance, excepting among my cousins, and therefore did not learn as much about sexual matters as males do at schools. I did not know what the stallion was. Oh fuck, I needed this, every bit of my body screaming with anticipation! ‘Concentrate’, I told myself, ‘focus! You’re not there yet’. Being held by him around my waist only, I twisted out of it, bending my knees in an attempt to escape his hands. I felt his hand push on my shoulder and my knees refused to hold strong and buckled instead. I ended up down, kneeling in front of him? Just as he had wanted. Tears started falling from my cheeks, but I don’t think he could make out the difference.