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Little Filly
by EzRiter (ezriter@hotmail.com)

***

A woman meets a nice looking man and ends up letting 
him ride her. (MF, pony-girl fetish, rom)

***

Friday night is bar night for us single yuppies, and, I 
was out trolling, as usual. Mostly, I go home alone but 
sometimes I let a man pick me up. This Friday, I was 
working my way through the crowd, stopping to talk to 
everyone there. The men all looked the same in their 
tight pants and lacquered hair, the yuppie crowd on the 
prowl. 

Then, I saw him sitting alone at the end of the bar. 

He was unique in this urban setting of twenties and 
thirties. I guess he was about fifty. His face was 
heavily tanned like leather from the sun which 
emphasized his sky blue eyes. He wore a long sleeved 
western-style work shirt and a straw cowboy hat pitched 
back on his head. He was drinking a beer with his whole 
hand wrapped around the bottle's long-neck. His eyes 
watched lazily, seeing the crowd as if he were watching 
a herd of cattle from horse back. 

Suddenly, his blue eyes were piercing me and he smiled 
slowly, showing white teeth that sparkled against the 
dark face. He tipped his hat. I looked away but, 
subconsciously, worked my way to him. He stood when I 
approached and took off the hat, showing longish black 
hair streaked with gray. Of course, he was wearing 
boots and jeans. The jeans were skin tight and his legs 
were thick, heavily muscled, like the rest of him. 

"Hi, Cowboy," I said gaily. 

"Good evening, ma'am," he replied in a drawl. He 
offered me the stool and I sat, allowing him to buy me 
another drink.

"Well, cowboy, what brings you to this watering hole?" 
I asked, trying to be cute but sounding a little 
brittle. 

"I'm not really a cowboy," he said slowly. "I'm a 
horseman, raising and training horses. I came to town 
to find a new mare." My heart was pounding as I studied 
his face. He has just a light twinkle in his eyes as if 
teasing me and trying not to show it. 

"I love horses," I told him. 

"Doesn't surprise me. Horses are beautiful and sensual 
creatures," he replied. The horseman and I talked. He 
was very close to me so we would not shout to overcome 
the din. He smelled of leather and, well, dirt, an 
earthy, masculine smell. He did not paw me as men try 
to do in bars. When he finally touched me, he rested 
his hand on my thigh. It felt warm and natural there. 

Finally, he said, "Let's go out to my ranch." 

Ah, the come on line. I have heard a million but it is 
always interesting to hear another. And, the answer 
often determines if I spend the night with a guy or let 
him drop. 

"What do you have in mind?" I asked. 

"You are beautiful little filly," he answered, "I want 
to exercise you a little and then put you in the stall 
with my stallion so he can mount you." 

Holy smokes! The vision of me being a mare mounted by a 
stallion made me reel and I got wet. I was almost 
dizzy. The horseman was watching me with a hint of a 
smile, enjoying my response. 

"Okay," I croaked and downed my drink for courage.

He drove a working pickup several years old, not a dude 
truck as I expected. The windows were down and the wind 
blew my hair. His "ranch" was really a few acres 
outside of town with a small barn, corral and open 
area. I put on some sneakers he offered. Although they 
were too large, they were better than high heels. He 
quickly showed me around. 

There were two horses in the barn, a mare and, yes, a 
stallion. The stallion was a big red horse with a star 
on his nose. He whinnied when he saw us. The horseman 
pulled some sugar from his jeans which the stallion 
nuzzled from his hand. 

"Is that the stallion that is going to mount me?" I 
giggled in a high, squeaky voice. 

"Only stallion I've got," he replied evenly. As he 
dragged me away, I could not take my eyes off the giant 
beast. 

He stopped at the tack room and got a bridle and bit. 
It seemed much too small for the horses and the bit was 
leather, not steel. We walked to the middle of the 
corral. It was relatively dark but the stars were 
shining so I could see him as he began unbuttoning my 
blouse. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Horses don't wear clothes," he replied. If this man 
did not have a devilish glint in his eyes, I would 
swear he was being honest because his voice was 
unemotional. I waited impatiently while he removed all 
my clothes but the sneakers and panties. His hands 
never left me. When he put his thumbs in the panties, I 
pulled away.

"Whoa, girl," he said. "Easy now." 

He stroked my face and I felt his palm over my mouth. 
It was a sugar cube! I... well, I nuzzled his palm and 
took the cube in my lips. His hands were actively 
stroking my back and flank, gently pulling on my mane, 
calming me as he would a horse. How can a man's hands 
both calm and excite at the same time? 

"Whoa, little filly," he crooned and again offered his 
palm. When I took the cube this time I felt leather 
slip into my mouth. In one movement, the bridle was 
over my head and the bit secure between my teeth. I saw 
him grin broadly when I stomped my foot as a horse 
would. 

As I was mouthing the soft leather bit, he pulled down 
my panties. I was naked before I realized it. And, his 
hands were again actively stroking me but in a way I am 
sure he did not stroke a horse. This little filly was 
getting very hot from his hands. 

I can not explain it but when I bit down on the bit, I 
became a horse, his horse. I made no attempt to get the 
bit out of my mouth or the bridle off my head like a 
human. I tried to spit it out like a horse would. My 
hands hung limp as if they were not there. 

He started guiding me around the ring by the bridle, 
the way he would exercise a horse. I started walking 
and then trotting. I could see the stallion in the 
barn, his huge red head sticking out of the open stall 
door. It was as if he was watching me, knowing the 
horseman was getting me ready for him. 

It was wild! My breasts bounced and the cool night air 
enveloped me. But, soon I was I sweating from the 
exertion, trotting in a circle around him as he held my 
reins and talked to me calmly. He had me slow and then 
walked me through a few more circles. He pulled me to 
him by the bridle and rubbed my neck while giving me 
another sugar cube.

He led me in the barn, to a stall. Gently, he guided me 
by the bridle until I was on all fours and the bridle 
tied to a ring. "Now, little filly, keep facing the 
stall wall and I will bring the stallion to you." I was 
shaking all over from the sexual tension and the 
exercise. I heard the huge beast snort and I could feel 
the ground move from his weight. I tossed my head. I 
could not be still. This filly was looking forward to 
the stallion mounting her.

I heard a sound right behind me. He bumped me with his 
legs and neighed. He lay against me, letting me feel 
his weight, not touching me with his hands but resting 
his arms on my back. I could feel his hardness punching 
around as we worked together to let him mount me as a 
stallion and mare would. When we finally succeeded, I 
felt the first spasms in my legs and knew my orgasm 
would be one to remember. He was a good stallion and I 
came forever.

I was floating in after glow when my horseman removed 
my bit and bridle and gently rolled me over. He was 
grinning as he slipped in me like missionaries, not 
horses. The giant stallion was behind him, watching us 
use his stall. It was as though the horse was with me.

I was too weak to stand. My horseman, who had ridden 
his filly very well indeed, carried me into the house. 
We bathed together in his tub. He carried me to bed, 
wrapping me in his strong arms. He mounted me again, 
riding slowly and smoothly. 

I awoke to find him next to me, warm and strong. I 
nuzzled him awake. 

"How does the mare tell the stallion she is ready for 
him?" I whispered. 

"She backs up to him and bumps against him," he 
replied. It worked. 

He really lives in the city where he owns a business. I 
moved in with him shortly thereafter. We play many 
games with each other but my favorite is still when he 
slips the bit in my mouth before riding me like the 
wind.

END

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