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Saddle Up - 9/20/2017 4:13:44 AM   

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As expected the morning came cool and bright. We were up early with our spoiled rotten dogs who had curled up on the foot of the bed instead of in their crates during the night.
I showered, dressed and went out to retrieve the paper from the mailbox on the road via ATV while breakfast was being prepared. Our current stable hand turned in as I scanned the headlines. I admired her punctuality when she stopped to say good morning and I noticed a towel covering her lap. She caught my questioning look explaining it was necessary to leave her apartment wrapped so not to gain notoriety among any early rising neighbors.
Sharing a laugh I led the way back up the lane to the house.
The "thieves" exited the dog door to greet us smelling suspiciously of breakfast sausage. I'm not sure who spoils them more, my girl or myself but jokingly, it's usually pinned it on her. Their attention shifts to the woman stepping out of the car who often brings them treats. A noticable portion of her lower bottom is exposed as is her front. It takes them a moment to focus on the smoked pig ears she's brought today. It doesn't help her plight that she's covering herself while holding onto the treats. I suggest she throw them then make a dash for the house. So she tosses them into the yard and scoots toward the back door. One hand each covers both exposed sides protecting her vulnerability from the pointers keen, cold noses. It reaffirms Vizslas are an inquisitive breed and far from stupid.
Here I'll include information on a project I'd been working on. Several weeks prior I'd bought a cheap, well used but nice Crosby saddle that fits the gelding with the intent of modifying it. Those modifications consisted of two holes, one in the seat, the other a little after the pommel in the channel. Having roll stitched the edges (that was a chore) and slicing some of the base away and coaxing them into the smallish holes, a cup based dildo and a silicone plug fit neatly and securely. With some regret and a wince or two I had to remove the testicles of the dildo to fit the function I had in mind. With the plug in the front hole and the 8" dildo fixed firmly in the middle of the seat the saddle was ready.
On to breakfast. Entering the house I see the table being set by a pair of topless, beautiful women whose skin tones compliment one another in visual perfection. Both in riding pants, one custom altered to partially expose a caramel bottom and newly waxed mound. The aroma of sex is faint on the air and I suspect some caressing has taken place while I readied the tack. I was led to the table by soft breasts and hands pressed against my arms and sat down to eat.
The meal is relaxed with casual eroticism being displayed by the wandering of hands to breasts, fingers entwined in hair and compliments exchanged between the women. It's my girl who gets the ball rolling by reluctantly getting up from the table. Upon them clearing the plates I take a moment to sit and enjoy a soft breast against my shoulder as plates are removed and curvaceous bottoms wiggle about the breakfast nook and kitchen. Mel Brooks said it best, "It's good to be King!"
Pushing away from the table, taking a kiss and liberal handful of derriere I make my way past further temptation. Out to the pasture bearing carrots, the dogs and I retrieve the ladies mounts one at a time. Returning with the mare I see our help already brushing the gelding down. When she bends to pick his hooves her breasts sway seductively. Tethering the mare I approach and slip a finger between our stable hands thighs. It's the first time I've touched her sexually. She stops momentarily raising her head, a slight gasp escapes her. With little effort it enters between her moist lips. Curling my finger several times then removing it causes her to emit an audible "Awww." "Don't worry" I tell her "You'll be having fun soon enough" and we resume brushing down the horses.
Into the barn comes my sweet with a set of tops on one arm and a tube of lubricant in her hand. She retrieves the mares tack and asks for help getting the geldings gear. The girl goes into the tack room and I hear her say with laughter, "Oh Lord, is that for ME?!"
She comes out behind my girl each wearing their tops, her carrying the dildo adorned Crosby with a wide smile. She states "This is going to be interesting!" With both animals fitted out we walk them over to the platform. My girl hands her the lube and suggests she apply it liberally to the dildo, plug and herself before mounting. She delights in taking her time stroking her "mount" wondering aloud "what if I can't sit all the way down?!" I tell her I'll hold the gelding steady until she can board and adjust to it being inside her. Swinging her right leg over the patient animal she finds the irons. Lifting her bottom above the fleshy silicone she slowly impales herself moving up and down until the dildos full length and girth are deep inside her and the plug rubs against her clit. I've watched while anchoring the reins and my erection shows prominently against my clothing. My girl comes over, rubs me there and whispers into my ear describing how wet she is from watching too. A spot soaks into the material of my jeans. Our new hand is right. This is going to be interesting.
As she adjusts in the seat, I give my girl a leg up and a squeeze noting the wet area showing through her riding pants. With a nudge they start around the house out to the edge of the field. One bronze bottom slowly rising and lowering on eight inches of faux cock, one clothed and equally desirable in tight pants and a spreading moist spot. It's a fine sight from where I stand and I watch after them until detail is lost.
Walking back into the house, dogs in tow I toss them each a leftover sausage. Yup, she spoils 'em rotten.

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