On the crossing, where I usually turned left, she asked me to change my way. She then told me there was another ranch in the opposite direction, which is much closer to the place we had used to go before. Though I didn't ever heard about another horse ranch, I took the road she wanted. Very soon, I noticed something that had used to be a ranch long, long time ago. We stopped there and she got out of the car and asked me to do the same. She took few things from the trunk and I assumed that was her riding crop. Looking around me, I couldn't find anyone on the farm. I didn't even hear horse sounds, typical for such places. I was wondering where we are and started to ask her whether we came to the right place, but my mouth just remained opened: she placed her booted foot on a car wheel and strapped something around her boot. Wow! The spurs - my gift for her last - 20th birthday! Didn't she dislike them, I thought. Didn't she refuse to put them on the boots, since they might hurt the horse. Dressed to ride - maybe even to break horses, she picked up her whip and tapped it hard on her boot. Finally, she decided to talk.

- Why are you staring like that? Move to the stable!
- But honey, are we on the right place? There is noone here ...
- We ARE on the right place. Now, move!

With that she tapped me slightly with her riding crop and I started to walk, looking around. There were no stable boys, running around as I used to see on the other ranch. Then - looking in the direction of the stable - my eyes became larger: there were no horses even in the stable !!! I tried to tell something to her, but she interrupted me:

- Wondering where the horses are, aren't you?
- Well ... y-y-yes, actually ...
- Good question ... this stable is empty for years!
- Huh? B-b-but why did we get here, then?
- Because all horses on the other place are already taken!
- Come on, Samantha ... We get the horse each time there.
- Not on this time, stupid! You know we have problems when late.
- Yeah, but you find the horse everytime. Let's go there ...
- No! We'll stay here. And - as you said - I'll find the horse.

She walked around me quietly, touching me occasionally with her crop. I enjoyed the sight of her boots, shining on the morning sunlight. She stopped by my side and whispered: "I think I've just found a horse, sweetie". I turned myself around to see where that beast came from, but something suddenly kicked the back side of my left knee with extreme force, while some other thing whipped me wildly on my back. I lost my stability and fell down on my stomach. I was extremely scared, assuming the horse she found on this nowhereland kicked me with a hoof. From my laying position, I couldn't see the horse, but I couldn't hear it either. Soon, I saw Samantha walking right in front of me. I could feel the smell of her leather boot as she approached my face. "On your knees!", she commanded and - before I could get up - she helped me with a strong kick of her boot. Wow! She must had kicked me a minute before that. That was the same feeling. She gave me a couple of additional kicks to make me assume the new position faster. I was right - there was no horse. "Strip!", she commanded again and I started to take off the pieces of my clothes, one after another.

"Yes, we might be late for the other stable, but I still don't want to lose such a lovely riding matine. And you'll be my proudful mount for today ... That will be your punishment for being late constantly. Now, get on all 4s ... or - maybe you want me to ride on your shoulders?". I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. "Nah", she said, "real horses are 4-legged creatures, so you'll be from this moment. On all 4s!". I still tried to ask something, but everything I got was a hard kick to my head! "Horses DON'T speak!", she said and pressed my shoulders down towards the ground. She placed her knee under my chin at the same time. "Head up, horsey!". Looking down her boots, I saw her spurs shining. "But honey, you didn't use the spurs bef...", I tried to say, but she shoved her boot right to my cock and balls, pressing it hard and repeated: "HORSES DON'T SPEAK! Besides, you're not a kind of horse I used to ride. You need to be broken and trained. And that's the reason I have those spurs! Understood?". She pressed harder and harder, so I nodded, like a real animal. "Good boy!", she said and moved her leg back with brute force.

She walked around me, inspecting my body. At times, she would whip my naked back, butt or thighs. Soon, she stopped by my side. She swung a leg over my body and quickly mounted me. She placed something around my head ... something that reminded me to a briddle, bit and reins. She placed me a piece of metal in my mouth, pulled the rains so my mouth started to hurt hard. She started to move her thighs on my back which suddenly made me extremely horny. My cock was very hard and I enjoyed it. I started to buck a bit under you. She ordered me to move, like a real horse and kicked my both sides with her spurs at ones. I started to walk as I felt her sharp spurs in my flesh.

I crawled on my hands and knees, feeling the rough ground under me. Wow ... what a hard terrain, I thought while she kicked me once again, harder this time and ordered: "Faster!". I tried to move faster a bit, feeling her weight on me. She wasn't heavy at all, but now she seemed the most heaviest person to me now. She started to moan loudly, so I assumed she enjoyed. I was right. She pulled the reins, making me go left ... then right ... then again left. According to the noises she made, she was getting more and more horny. Soon I slew down a bit and she applied the strongest kick I ever got from the very beginning of this game. I started to move really fast. "Don't even try it again", she said and she kicked me hard again. I moved on.

She started to rub her pussy on me and I was defenitely sure she'd cum soon. She kicked me hard again and I tried to keep the pace. She repeated her kick, but always hitting the same spot. The beach found a spot on my sides, suitable for her equestrian kicking show. She kicked me so hard and I felt my sides beginning to bleed. She kicked the wounds, making my pain worse. When I started to think she'd kill me, she pulled the reins and ordered me to stop. She dismounted me, removed the briddle, bit and reigns from my face and placed her boot in front of me. "Kiss it!", she said and I placed my mouth on it to give it a kiss. I felt a strong smell of leather, mixed up with my sweat. That mixture smelled odd, but I kissed the leather anyway, feeling the blood running down my thighs. She turned around and I saw her spurs full of blood. There was my blood on her spurs! "Clean it up! I need to punish you more and I don't like doing it with dirty spurs!", she said and I started to lick. I felt cold metal in my mouth while I did it. Soon, the spurs became clean again.

Satisfied, she walked back from me a bit and kicked my chin hard. "Stand up now!". I climbed to my knees, feeling extreme pain. Then, I climbed to my feet. I could hardly stand on both feet. She asked me to help her to mount on my shoulders. She swung her leg over my head and soon, I became a two-legged horse. What a change! I could hardly stand - moving was something impossible. But her spurs were mercyless. She gave me a strong kick with both spurs in my flanks and I had to find a way to move. She whipped me with her crop and I moved faster and faster. Her thighs squeezed my head while she ordered me to go faster. She gave me a kick in my ribs with her left foot and I started to move really hard. I don't know how could I even stand to move, but I moved. She kicked me hard several times,
precisely in the same place with both spurs, until she made a new wound. Then, tired of kicking me, she digged both spurs in that wound and started to press it harder and harder. I could see stars and started to yell, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She just held the spurs in, whipping me at the same time with her riding crop. She rubbed her pussy on my neck and I felt she was close again.

Surprisingly, she stopped me near a pile of hay and ordered to get on my knees. She kicked my stomach to make my body kneel faster and I fell to my knees again. Of course, she fell from my shoulders to the hay, but that was just the thing she wanted. I was at her boots again, so she kicked my head with ease to make me lay on the hay completely. She stood up, pushed my body with her boot so I was looking at the sky again. She undid the small fly of her riding pants and straddled my head, with her boots on either side of my body. She took a small knife from her pocket and ripped off her lacy panties with it, making a hole in front of her pussy. She grabbed my head with both hands and pressed my head in her crotch.

I felt the smell of her already wet pussy and started to lick her pussy lips ... slowly, but firmly. My tongue was licking harder and harder, when she kicked me in the ribs and said to push my tongue inside. I did it with pleasure. Mmmmmm ... she was so tasty inside. I was licking her pussy inside, shoving my tongue deeper and deeper. She was close to heaven. "Oh,mmmmmmmm ... dear ... Make me cum in your mouth, please! I want it so bad". I licked inside, rubbing her inner pussy walls with my tongue, while my mouth touched her clit. She squeezed her thighs, taking my head with her hands. She started to kick me in her trance, as I tried to lick her faster. I grabbed her clit with my mouth, licking and sucking it hard. "I'm cumming !!!", she yelled, pressing my head so hard in her crotch, almost suffocating me. At the same time, she pressed the spurs hard in my flesh. I could feel contractions of her pussy and a lot of juices
coming out. I tried to swallow all juices coming out of her dark hole - she was so tasty!

She stood up from my face, looking at my cock, hard like a rock. She didn't hesitate to sit on it and start riding it. She rode it like she would ride a wildest horse in the world. She rode it, getting closer and closer again herself. Soon, she noticed that my cock got harder each time she dug the spurs in. Suddenly, I felt something heavy on my chest. The bitch placed a riding boot directly on my chest and pressed all her weight on it. Looking the boot made me very close. She was close too, moving on my cock up and down. Soon, she increased her rhythm and we came almost at the same time! We enjoyed as our bodies trembled.

My thighs were covered with blood, as were her boots. She fixed the wounds, wiping them with a soft piece of silk. "Mmmmmm, these spurs are really great, honey!", she said at last, "though, I can see what could I do to the horses now. And the stable manager always gets angry when he sees someone with the spurs. But, I can always use them on you - you're not a rental horse. You're MINE personal horse!". With that she gave me a wet, passionate kiss. As a gratitude for fixing my wounds, I cleaned her spurs using my tongue and a piece of silk to polish them.

We were just preparing to get back to the town, when I changed my mind. Her bright new look, with those magnificient riding boots turned me on again. What could I do? With all force I had in that moment I made ourselves fall on the ground immediately. We stayed all night long, having sex wilder than ever. Was her real intention to punish me? Or, maybe, she really knew that this riding game would change our lives to boot. Whatever she wanted, she made it. Our sex lives were never the same as before, after that day. Besides, I didn't use to be late anymore; because - only if I get on time, Samantha would, after the ride, invite me in her house, attach her spurs on her boots and ride me. Being her horse wasn't a punishment for me - that became a reward. A reward I enjoyed each second.