His Ass, Her Fist

Miss Jasmine has brought her latex-clad pony in from the yard as it's breeding season for ponies.  She has him on all fours on the bench as the scene opens, glossy black suit stretched tight across his raised ass. She works two gloved fingers into his hole, then three, then her whole hand, twisting slowly until her knuckles sink past the tight ring. “It’s been a while since I fisted a pony,” she laughs, pushing deeper until her wrist disappears. The latex creaks as she rocks her hand in and out. She steps away long enough to pull on longer gloves that reach her armpits, the clear plastic sleeves gleaming under the lights. “That’s better.” She slides the arm back in, soon elbow-deep, and strokes the inner walls while her free hand rests on his lower back. The pony’s hips shift and he lets out a low, eager neigh. She works the arm steadily, stretching him open, then withdraws and lines up a thick black dildo the length of her torso. “Ever since the farm camp he’s been able to take giant cocks,” she says, pressing the head against his hole. It sinks in with almost no resistance until the base meets his suit.

She grips the shaft with both gloved hands and begins to thrust, long strokes that pull the toy nearly free before driving it home again. The slave, er, pony’s knees flex and he starts to bounce, riding the length as if he is running the Derby. She slams harder, the wet sounds filling the room, each full insertion making his suited ass ripple. “Neigh for it,” she orders, and he answers with sharp, breathy whinnies while she fucks him deep and fast. Sweat shines on her chest above the harness. She keeps the pace relentless, pulling the dildo all the way out only to shove it straight back in, over and over. Finally she draws it free, glistening, and turns his masked head. She feeds the thick shaft into his open mouth, pushing until his lips meet the base, then holds it there while he sucks clean the length that just filled him.