After we calmed down and he slipped out, he had to sponge me off all over again. But I don’t think either of us minded that extra work. When I was clean again, Zeke took off the head harness and bit, gave my rump a playful swat and said, “OK, you cute filly. Go ahead and wander around to get familiar with the property until chow time.”
Taking his advice, I wandered through the massive barn, admiring the horses, and watching some ranch hands feeding and watering them, along with the not so fun task of mucking out the stalls. There were several outbuildings on the ranch, and I was curious about what was in them. The first one I approached had a lovely scent of fresh leather. Intrigued, I opened the screen door and entered, since the inner, solid door had been left wide open in invitation. There were a few nude women inside, working at benches, using small tools on strips of leather.
A ranch hand seemed to be acting as an instructor, and, spotting me, said, “Howdy, Missy! Welcome and come on in.” He strolled over to me. “Are you interested in learning how to tool leather?”
“Is that what these women are doing?”
“Yep, it shore is. Once they tool their leather belt, they get to take it home with them as a souvenir.”
“That sounds fun,” I stated. “How do I start?”
“Pick an open bench, while I get you the leather that you can work on,” he instructed.
I stood at a bench, seeing a set of tools waiting, and some pictures of designs. But moments later, he walked up carrying a blank strip of leather with a buckle. “Let me check how long we should make it for you.” He wrapped it around my waist, giving it some overlap. “The buckle is already attached at this end, so how about this length?” He was using his hand to mark a spot on the free end that might give a 6 or 7 inch leather end, which seemed fine to me, so I nodded.
As he skillfully trimmed away the excess leather, he stated, “We’ll use a little of the excess to make a couple of loops to help contain the freed end. Let me wrap it from behind, so I can check where it’s ridin’ on the back of your waist.” As I turned and he held the belt against me, he looked at my butt cheek and remarked, “Breeder, huh? This here’s my lucky day. I’ve been aching to fuck the new filly I’ve been hearin’ about.”
Bending me over the edge of the bench, he stated, “Tell you what… look at the designs on those papers and choose what you want to tool on your belt. Take your time, because I’ll try not to cum too fast.” He opened his pants, pulled out a nicely sized cock, already swelling into erection. The sight of that stiffening prick aroused my body and my pussy started lubing and drooling. He rubbed his dick back and forth along the valley between my pussy lips, getting it damp and gooey. Then he changed his angle, the head of his cock found my hole, and he pressed the length of his cock into my eager love tunnel.
My attention was torn between the designs I was supposed to be looking at to choose, and the delightful sensations of being fucked. I moaned loudly as he found my inner ‘sweet spot’ and concentrated his efforts at plowing me like that, with a steady rhythm. My moan became a groan as my pleasure built, and my skin broke out in goosebumps as my arousal was nearing my peak. Suddenly, my orgasm crashed through me, causing my throat to issue a loud keening sound as I vibrated on his dick! Somewhere in my waves of release, I vaguely heard him grunt, and then his cock erupted in my depths, flooding me with warm cum! As I calmed down, I blushed a little as I became aware that the other women in the room had probably watched me being used, and had heard my orgasmic sounds. Not only that, but I was slightly shocked when I realized that I didn’t even know the name of the guy that had just used me!