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Heavy sounds of panting and muffled groaning fill the small sheriff’s office, the building abandoned in the later afternoon heat that had settled in on the cosy town. Everyone worth their salt was back home, and usually you would be too if you hadn’t been hit up with a proposition by your (not so favourite) local trouble maker. As always, Hol Horse had ended up in your custody after some rough and tumble chasing, the handsome blond cowboy back behind bars with his strange gun locked away in the safe beside your desk.
Or well, he would be behind bars, if the bastard wasn’t currently bent over your desk with your face buried between the cheeks of his ass. The heavy musk of Hol Horse’s arousal fills your senses, your mouth pressing teasing kisses to the dusky, surprisingly clean ring of muscle between the muscular globes of his ass cheeks. A horse bit stifles his whining as you pull away, blowing cool air at the slick hole, watching the ring twitch and furl from the sensation, a husky chuckle falling from your lips at the sight. Black lipstick stains the tanned, hairy skin of his ass and around his asshole, marking Hol Horse with your makeup and soothing a primal, possessive part of you at the sight. You wondered idly what the locals would say if their strict, no-nonsense, cold fish of a sheriff was caught with her face between the cheeks of a muscular blond cowboy as he whined and whimpered behind the makeshift gag between his teeth. Rolling a glob of thick saliva in your mouth, you pinned Hol Horse’s hips against the edge of your desk, hooking your thumbs inside the tight hole you’d been teasingly playing with for the past half hour and hummed idly. A long, slow trail of spit drooled from your tongue, the liquid steadily becoming cooler despite the high temperature of the room, the thick droplet breaking from the strand drooping from your tongue to splash inside Hol Horse’s hole.
Hearing the blond man whimper at the sensation, you chuckled and gathered more of your saliva, spitting into his ass once more before wrapping your lips around the furl and swirling your tongue inside his asshole. While Hol’s insides were clean - thank god - the light sheen of sweat from the heat made his skin taste salty and earthy, and you eagerly lapped and drooled while you gradually worked the cowboy open. Your gloved fingers dug into his tanned cheeks and kept them spread, your grip around the round, muscular globes bruising and sure to leave more permanent marks than what your lipstick could. Hol Horse, even with the bit in his mouth, was as noisy and whiny as he always was when you got him bent over and ass up. It had become a little game between the two of you, each of you waiting to see how long it would take before you or he cracked during his time caged behind the metal bars of your office’s prison. Almost everyone in town knew you had a soft spot for Hol Horse, but most didn’t know that the blond loved being your whiny, needy bitch when it came to your more private moments with him. While the two of you weren’t ‘exclusive’, you certainly weren’t impressed with his sleazy nature or the rumours of the blond sleeping around. As such, you had told him at the start of this ‘agreement’ that he had to regularly get himself tested if he wasn’t planning to stick to just you as a partner, something the Hol Horse had been more than alright with. As such, the two of you had become comfortable with the nature of your relationship and you didn’t question him about other partners while he didn’t question why you didn’t have more partners.
Hol Horse’s cock was hard and aching, the skin flushed an angry red as precum dripped from the tip to make a mess of your floor, one you’d be certain to have the muscular man clean up with his tongue later. The harness around your hips fit snug, and the vibrator buried inside your cunt buzzed pleasantly, keeping you slick and on the edge as you messily prepared Hol Horse for your silicone cock. While you usually kept some lube in your desk drawer for moments such as this, Hol Horse had explicitly asked if you would refrain from it this time, the blond man wanting this session between you both to be just that little bit rougher and meaner. You were of course, a little concerned that he’d wanted you to just fuck him dry, but had been relieved that he’d just wanted your spit to be the only lubricant used during this play. So you obliged, drooling and spitting and slicking Hol Horse’s asshole until it was slick from the amount of saliva you’d slobbered in and over him. You didn’t bother to prep him with your fingers, knowing how the pain of the initial intrusion of your silicone cock got Hol all hot and needy and you pulled away from his ass, spitting one last time inside the twitching hole before you stood straight and nudged the head of your toy against him, “God, just look at what a messy slut you are,” You hummed, degrading Hol Horse just the way the blond liked, watching as he arched his back and made soft noises that sounded suspiciously like little neighs of want. Your full lips quirked up in a smirk, one of your hands tangling up in Hol Horse’s golden locks and tugging the sweaty strands roughly, your other hand circling your dildo after you spit onto the silicone several times, lubing it up just enough for you to stroke the slick material with ease, “Wonder what all those pretty little chickadees would think if they saw their roguish cowboy bent over the sheriff’s desk, ass out and sucked by me, whining for my cock like the Lil’ bitch pony in heat you are.”
Hol Horse whined and jerked his hips back against your toy, his bright blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as your wrapped the long strands of his mullet around your fist, tugging his head up and back to make the muscular man arch more, his cock bumping against the underside of your desk and smearing the oak wood with his pearly precum. You sneered, letting go of your ‘cock’ to wrap your hand around his nearly purple prick, squeezing the sensitive flesh harshly, relishing the whimpers coming from Hol Horse’s throat, “God, you’re such a needy bitch. A pillow princess who likes to lay back and let me do all the work, huh? God, you’re a pathetic lil’ stud if I ever did see one - you ain’t fit to be anythin’ but a whiny breeding bitch for anyone who brings you to heel,” Hol Horse mewled, tears spilling down his cheeks at your cruel words, his head nodding in agreement with the degrading words that spilt from your tongue, your (E/C) eyes watching the way his body quivered, holding still as you harshly stroked his cock, “I bet you’d love to fill my pussy with your worthless cock, pump me full of seed like I’m your bitch as you whine and cry and beg me to keep your around because of how useless you’d be without a steady hand,” The blond’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hips bucking with weak thrusts into your hand, and you laughed cruelly as you squeezed the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming and feeling the thick, heated flesh throb and jerk in your hold, “Uh uh, Pony-boy, you ain’t gettin’ off that easy. If you’re gonna cum by my hand you’re gonna have to work for it.”
The larger man made a soft noise of shock as you tightened your grip around his hair, turning him around so he faced you, giving you a clear look at his wrecked, vacant expression. You smirked and moved to sit in your office chair, spreading your thighs and gesturing to the black, shining silicone dildo - bigger, thicker and harder than Hol Horse’s cock, emasculating and degrading your pretty boy even further, his enjoyment of his treatment showing in how much precum drooled from the tip of his cock - and gestured to it imperiously, “Why don’t you be a good boy and ride my cock if you’re so desperate for release. I wanna see you writhe and whine and prove yourself worthy to fuck me with that dirty Lil’ cock of yours, to fill my cunt with your seed and see if you’re lucky enough to knock me up,” Hol Horse whimpered and trembled at your words, his blue eyes teary as he scrambled to straddle your lap. Though he was heavier than you, it was a surprisingly comfortable weight as he shifted to have your dildo pressed against his slick hole, the furled muscle giving way when Hol pressed down against it, the bit barely able to muffle the pleased groan that rips itself from his throat. You hum and lean an elbow against the arm of your chair, using your knuckles to prop up your head and pretending to look bored, your inner walls clenching tightly around the vibrator buried inside your cunt. The blond man looked at you with hazy, desperate desire, his body slowly sinking into your lap, the thick, heavy length of your dildo sliding slickly inside his ass, nestling in the clenching, sensitive walls. The toy made a slight, subtle bulge at the base of Hol Horse’s abdomen, and you brought your other hand to the slight bump, rubbing the sensitive skin and smirking when Hol Horse nearly wailed from the sensation.
“Awww, what wrong, Pony-boy? You feeling a Lil’ overwhelmed?” You sneered, bucking your hips up harshly to slam the remaining inch of the toy not already inside Hol Horse into his ass, relishing the choked off squeak he made in response. You grinned meanly, your hand on his belly sliding down to wrap around his cock and squeeze the thick girth, clicking your tongue when precum drooled and stained your leather gloves as a result, “Tsk, what a messy stud you are, letting all of that creamy, virile cum of yours go to waste. Such a shame there isn’t a proper little bitch for you to breed here,” You mocked him, jerking his cock as you began to rock your hips in hard, brutal bursts, the actions egging Hol to lift and slam back down onto your ‘cock’ to feel more of that burning, pleasurably painful sensation striking against his prostate, “Such a worthless toy, you can’t even keep your balls full long enough for me to finish playing with you so you can stuff that dirty little dick of yours in my pussy? Tsk, I shoulda bent you over my knee and made you wear a cock cage if I knew you were gonna be this much of a worthless slut,” Hol Horse whined and bucked, rutting up and down the toy you were fucking him with, unaware that you getting hotter and hotter from the sight of the blond’s needy, flushed face, how his tears made something hungry echo in the back of your mind. The hand that had been holding up your head moved behind Hol Horse to slap the muscular, tanned cheeks of his ass, the sting of it breaking the somewhat steady pace Hol had been riding you at and making him fuck his ass on your cock harder, faster, deeper, “C’mon Pony-boy, is that the best you can do? You ain’t even getting me wet - you sensitive enough to cum without me holding your worthless cock, d’you think? Hmm? God, look at you, all empty-headed and full’ a bliss, you can’t think of anything but riding cock, hmm? I bet you’d be more’n happy if I kept you like this, stuffed to the brim and on the edge, dick drooling and wasting all of that good breeding seed till your balls are shrunk and empty.”
Hol Horse wailed something that suspiciously sounded close to your name, his hips slamming down on the huge dildo once, twice, three times, the head battering into his prostate while both of your hands clutched his hips until he finally came with a loud cry. Thick ropes of hot seed jerked weakly from the tip of his cock, your hips jerking and fucking up into Hol while he came, milking the blond man’s prostate with expert, brutal motions until he was shivering and choking from the overstimulation. It was almost enough to have you cum, the front of your jeans soaked through with your juices as you slowed the movements of your hips, allowing Hol Horse a moment of reprieve before you reached up and tangled your hand in his hair, forcing the blond up and off of your dildo, the black silicone material shining wetly from your spit and Hol Horse’s sweat, “You nasty little Pony bitch,” You snarled, tugging Hol’s head back sharply, relishing the whimper that came from the blond as you reached around his head to unclasp the bit in his mouth, pulling the soaked makeshift gag from his mouth. Hol Horse drooled and groaned, tongue hanging uselessly from his mouth, his bright blue gaze watching as you stood from your seat, forcing him to kneel on the ground, “You think you can just cum without pleasing your handler? What a weak little stud, you’re not worth being spit on for pulling that kind of stunt on me,” You hissed, unbuckling your belt and tugging down your pants and harness, spreading your legs to stand above Hol Horse’s head, tugging his hair to bring his face to your soaked cunt and burying the slack, handsome features in your muff. You ground roughly against his face, barking an order to the blond for him to start eating you out, a soft moan of delight spilling from your lips as he began slobbering and sucking at your labia and clit. You were already on the edge from all the foreplay and watching Hol Horse cum from riding your dildo, your juices making a further mess of the blond man’s face as he desperately tried to get out off, humping the floor as his cock twitched and drooled the last few spurts of his cum all over your floor and boots. Seeing how desperate Hol Horse still was, you came explosively, your cunt squirting all over that handsome face as you rode it without a care for whether Hol Horse could breathe or not. He’d told you several times before that he’d love for you to smother his face in your cunt, and by god, you were going to give it to him now.
You sighed as you came down from your high, stopping the rocking, grinding motions of your hips and simply sitting on Hol Horse’s face as he licked you clean, his hair, face and neck soaked in your orgasm. Shivering, you pulled off of Hol Horse’s face with a sigh, your hand clenched in his thick blond hair, admiring the thoroughly wrecked expression on the blond’s face, “My, my, my, look at what a gorgeous sight you make, slutty and mindless,” You chuckle, patting his face affectionately before you turned his head to the floor and ordered him to lick his filth from it and your boots, the muscular man eager to follow your directions, leaving everything spotless. Once he’d followed your last instruction, you broke out of your hard, demanding and dominating character, cooing and showering Hol Horse in affection, kissing the blond’s wet face and praising him for being a good boy, for doing so well as your submissive stud. Hol Horse hummed and leaned into the affection happily, still lost in subspace as you started going through the motions of his preferred aftercare. You were quick to pull out the still buzzing vibrator from your cunt, the soaked toy pulsing weakly in the palm of your hand before you turned it off and tossed it to the side. You’d worry about finding it to clean later, along with your strap-on and the bit you’d used to gag your lover before turning your attention fully back to Hol Horse.
You wrapped your lover in the soft blanket you’d bought just for him, little horseshoe prints decorating the soft material as you tucked it around Hol Horse’s muscular frame. He looked cute like this, all soft and dopey after a session, nuzzling into the damp towel you used to clean his face, gently working your way down his body to clean the rest of the mess that lingered on his skin. All the while, praise fell from your lips like a waterfall, occasionally pausing to ask Hol a question about how he felt, steadily working the blond through his subspace until he began to respond with words, his voice soft and rough. You showered him in love and affection, knowing how much he liked and appreciated it when you indulged him in your softer, kinder moments after a heavy scene, leading the big blond out of your decorated office and into the quiet, clean and cool space of your living room. The office was the place you two liked to decorate and put props in to make your scenes more realistic and fun, creating two separate spaces from where you lived and relaxed, to where you liked to dominate, degrade and treat your darling sub like dirt. Hol Horse loved it, grateful that he’d found such a kind, yet understanding Dom, one that easily slipped from one personality to the other, especially if he needed to take a break or if he got overwhelmed during a scene. This had been one of the longer and more intense ones, as a result of you having noticed how tense and snappy Hol Horse had gotten due to the stress of his next job, prompting you to help the blond relax by working through his aggravation and helping him cope by bringing him under your heel. Helping the blond onto the couch, you asked what kind of movie he’d like you to put on, Hol Horse answering predictively that he’d like to watch ‘The Good, The Bad and The Ugly’. Turning on the large T.V. you moved to cuddle your boyfriend on the couch, spooning him from behind just the way he liked it when you’d just finished a scene, murmuring that you’d go prepare him a nice hot bubble bath after the movie was done.