Riding Miss Hybrid
Miss H pops her head around the door and calls out to me “I’m just going out for a quick canter. I’ll be an hour or so”. I hear the sound of her riding boots on the marble hallway as she walks off toward the stables and I turn back to my paperwork. After 10 minutes or so, I have two letters ready to go, just awaiting Miss H’s signature. I check the clock and notice that there is only 30 minutes before the postman comes to pick up the mail for the day. No chance of meeting today’s post then, unless I can catch her before she actually leaves. I haven’t heard the horse yet, so there may still be a chance.
I quickly slip the letters into a folder and pick up a pen before running out to the stables. As I enter, I can hear heavy breathing and a distinctive slurping sound. I quietly make my way towards the sound coming from one of the stalls. There is a knot hole in the wall of the stall, and I look through to see Phil, one of the stable hands, looking towards the ceiling with a look of absolute bliss on his face. As my gaze drops, I can see Miss H on her knees in front of him, her blouse open and her full round tits pulled up over her bra. She has one hand cupping his balls, and the other slowly stroking a massive hard on – he is huge, at least 9 inches and an impressive girth.