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He bit her ear, said, "But if I now ride you like a horse...."

"Yes?" she gasped, feeling the phallus pumping rhythmically in and out of her,
stroking and tugging at the walls of her cunt. "Yes?"

"Then perhaps my horse should be wearing a bridle like the rocking horse!"

Even as Lady Huysmans opened her mouth to protest she felt cold steel between
her teeth, leather straps around her face, bound so quickly and tightly that
they bit into her cheeks.

"A bit and a bridle! Now I can ride you!" he laughed, pressing his body hard
against hers to pick up the horse's movement.

If they had started at a canter they were now breaking into a gallop. He leaned
back, pulled on her bridle so that she had to stifle a gasp behind the bit as
her head was pulled back onto his shoulder. He kissed her neck, lapped at her
ear as the horse reared high, then let his added weight drive the horse forward
harder, ever lower. The phallus pummelled into her now, seemed to suck out a
portion of her soul each time it slipped back out, and he slapped the crop
viciously against her thigh as he urged her on. She screamed, but with more
pleasure than pain now, feeling his weight bear down on her each time the horse
dipped low, slamming her onto the wooden cock. It was as if the horse had come
alive at last and she gave herself up to the delight it afforded. It seemed to
be moving of its own volition, Goncourt had control of them both, so she
released the reins and moved her hands up to her breasts, pinched the nipples
cruelly with her nails each time they fell back, squeezed them firmly each time
they fell forward.

Goncourt licked up her neck, whispered in her ear as he galloped her to an
orgasm, she moaned in time with the rocking motion and tossed her head wildly
against the pull of the bridle, feeling his own hard cock slipping up and down
her back, smearing her with its sticky juices.

"I will come," he warned her, his breath hot against her cheek "I will come over
your back, over your buttocks."

"Then do it!" she begged, his promise making her shudder, she felt him hold her
tighter still, as tight as her cunt gripped the phallus, and a cry escaped from
deep inside her as his body stiffened, trembled. He was hard and hot and wet
against her and the phallus slid in and out more slowly now, then slower still,
slower, until it slipped smoothly from her.

Then they were motionless, his embrace was soft, her heart was racing and the
power of the beast thrummed steadily between her thighs.