“Uh… Stan, I think you better stop! I’m going to pee on you!” He was a little panicked. “That’s okay George, you won’t pee. Rememb...r I promised. And if you do that’s okay too. We’ll just go shower again. We’re still naked so it won’t get on our clothes. So there’s no problem.” By then it was too late anyway. As I slowed my stroking, I felt his balls tighten and his hard little shaft spasmed as a jet of white cum shot from the tiny hole in the tip. His first cum shot! Four little. Pursing my lips so he has to buck his hips to force them open until his head reaches the back of my throat. He loves hearing the glogs emanating from my mouth as he fucks them out of me. He's got such a gorgeous, tasty member. It's so fucking big that I forget each time I see it if it's going to fit. (Whoops, MrCuck, you didn't know that I've seen this bull a few times in your absence... I haven't told you about those other times that he fucked me.)Anyway, he knows how to touch a woman. His. I stroked Delicate’s neck as I tightened the girths of her saddle. It was the first time I had done it, but I had watched the stable boys do it carefully over the last year. In the back of my mind, I always knew it might come down to me having to flee the castle.Flee my father.I pushed thoughts of my father out of my mind. This wasn’t the time to get distracted. Already that hot itch filled my pussy. I squirmed my hips, sucking in a deep breath. I bit my lower lip hard, almost drawing blood.. I’d decided to forego panties that evening and now I was going to stand in front of perfect strangers while they filmed my bald pussy. What the hell I thought. Smoothing the pencil skirt down my shiny stockinged thighs I could hear the camera zoom into my exposed pussy region, getting an extreme close up of my ever dampening pussy. As the skirt rested on the floor, I stepped out of the garment. I was now standing before the porn baron, wearing only my Basque, stockings, high heels and red belt..