All I could do at this point was lay back and enjoy. Boy did I enjoy. When he hit bottom he asked me if I was ready to get fucked by a real man. I jus... looked up at him and nodded yes. He pulled out real slow and I felt like my insides were going with him. When just the head was still in he pushed in hard and I started moaning. He said “You like that white boy?” My answer was to push up to meet his thrusts. It felt like time was standing still and I was enjoying every move. A puddle of pre-cum. His horse, Caligula, was large, jet black and clean as a whistle. His mane was all duded up and tied at the tips with small pink bows. The long tail hung in several tightly wound braids, the ends bound with lilac ribbons."Damn, I dropped another stitch," he spoke to himself and then picked up a part of the Afghan that draped down the side of Caligula and tossed over the horse's mane."What do think, Cali? It is your color you know," he said admiring his handiwork. Caligula whinnied and shook his. Charlie simply admitted his desires."It would be best if you don't use those names when you see Gwen, Charlie. It will really piss her off," I declared, "and you don't want that. She also said no oral and you have to use a condom." Fuck that cunt!" laughed Charlie. "I don't give a rat's ass what she likes, and I don't use condoms. I'll ride her bareback and cum where and when I like! She's fucking me for profit, so she is a whore, technically. She may not be a slut, yet" You have a point," I. And despite his ultimate command… I began to slowly fall in love with him.After the first trip had finished, we continued to meet a few more times at his cottage. This time he drove me back and forth from London to Cornwall. I used to cherish these special times as it was a long journey that took hours and loved having all this time with him as he drove us along motorways, countryside and towns.On one of our Cornwall meetings, from the list he gave to me to complete that day, I accidentally.