She was talking angrily on her mobile as she strode through the mass of various horse boxes and trailers, her brown leather riding boots splashing through the mud.
She was small and petite, but her athletic lifestyle and constant riding meant she had a stunning figure which she was showing off in the tightest of tan riding jodhpurs and low cut white cotton vest top. Her arms and shoulders were lean and muscular and her skin golden from the sun. Her shining brunette hair was tied back in two plaits and in between her shoulder blades the dark tattoo of a dragon breathed fire.
She walked with purpose as she berated her father for buying her a show horse that had refused the last fence and cost her the round.
James, her partner, was waiting by their trailer for Tamara to arrive.
She grasped him by his golden locks and led him up the ramp into the privacy of the trailer.
“Good, you’re here.” She snarled roughly. “Come with me, fuck toy.”
She threw him into the trailer, into the hay and grime and pushed him down with the toe of her boot. “I need to relax a little.”
He looked up at her through wide blue eyes. James loved Tamara like this; all menace and dark eyed venom.
“Did you bring what I need?” she questioned.
“Yes Miss” he answered softly gesturing to the large leather bag in the corner of the empty horse box.
“Good boy,” she praised, “though you’re going to regret it. I’m so fucking mad!” He looked at her through wide pleading eyes.
“Thank you Miss. Thank you. I’ll make it all better. You know I will.”
She snapped off the phone and threw it into the corner of the box. She stepped to the side of the van and took a riding crop from a hook and turned to him, her dark eyes flashing. “Get naked, NOW!”
James struggled to his feet and unbuttoned his white linen shirt to reveal his muscular chest and chiselled belly. He cast his shirt aside and turned shyly as he unbuttoned his fly and drew his jodhpurs down over his muscular backside.
Tamara grinned as she advanced and smacked his hard flesh with her riding crop. Crack! He flinched and bit his lip so as not to cry out loud.
“Hmm!” Tamara grinned, eyeing her prize, her wonderful captive, “You do look so fucking willing. You know what I want, don’t you?”
James nodded, his back to her, as he pulled his jodhpurs over his ankles and kicked them aside, vulnerable and naked for her.
Tamara reached around him, her hands sliding around his heavy chest, down to curl her fingers around his already hard and pulsing cock. She pressed her open lips into his neck as she began to masturbate him, firmly and roughly, making him gasp with delight.
“That’s right boy,” Tamara purred as she wanked his cock up and down in her curled fist, “make some noise for the people outside to hear. You’re be screaming by the time I’ve finished. You know what I’m going to do to you don’t you?”
James flexed his body, “Yes Miss!”
Tamara pulled her free hand across his chest, raking his skin with her blood red nails and grasped him around his neck. He breathed hard, his muscles rippling to her touch.
“You will do whatever you wish with me Miss. Whatever pleases you, because I am yours; your possession; your slave. I belong to you!”
Tamara nodded, her lips against his glistening skin. “Good boy!”
She wanked him harder as she spoke, her fingers up and down his massive hard cock shaft, her fingers hardly meeting around its girth. She pumped him, up and down as she kissed his neck and he grunted with pleasure. He bit his lip, trying to control himself, so thrilled by her that he felt he may come then and there, but wanting it to last forever.
Tamara loved to use him like that; to disgrace him. “Let’s make a mess boy!” she whispered as she ground her pubis to his gloriously tight buttocks, rubbing herself off on his muscles, and pumping him so hard he locked into a climax so fierce that he pumped strings of white sticky cum into the air before him which arched, and splattered into the hay and grime on the trailer floor.
“Ohhh FUCK!! YES!!!!!” he grunted as he came. “Fuck yes...”
Tamara leaned back and grasped the riding crop at her side and she cropped him hard once across both arse cheeks.
“You filthy bitchboy,” Tamara hissed as she grasped him by his golden locks and pushed him down to his knees. She pushed his head forward into the hay and dry dung and cropped his upturned arse again and again.
She put her foot against his head, her boot heel across his cheek and rubbed his face from side to side until his blonde curls were full of hay and grime, then she pushed him forward flat on the floor of the trailer in front of her.
“Pathetic!” she muttered with a grin. She turned on her heel and went to fetch the large leather bag in the corner.
She threw the bag at his side.
“Turn around to face me bitch!” she hissed, “get on all fours!”
Tamara fumbled within the bag as James scrambled around to face her.
She looked deep into his eyes as he looked at her transfixed.
“Knees wide apart,” she ordered.
James slid his knees apart as Tamara commanded, his now flaccid cock and his heavy hot balls hanging down between his thick thighs.
She took a leash from the bag; a black leather leash with a loop for a handle, and at the other end another loop which would tighten or loosen through a gleaming silver ring. She stood behind him as he squatted on all fours and she slid a hand down to grasp his cock and balls, gripping him tight in her fist, her red nails pressing his flesh making him writhe and moan.