Why Girls Like Horses Ch. 14

They stayed like that. Greg just sat there, holding her ass, and she rested against his strong body. Then, she looked up into his eyes, and she smiled manically. "I've never felt like this. It's so good," she gasped, and she lifted his hood and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss was outstanding, and it made Greg swell inside of her. She moaned into his mouth and, when they parted, held his jaw, caressing his face with her thumbs. His hood fell down his shoulders, and they stared at each other. She smiled.

"Greg? Who would have thought you were a racist pig..." She bounced on his lap and moaned. "A racist pig with a big, beautiful cock..." An orgasm hit. She gripped him extra tightly and let him move her up and down his cock. Then, clawing his chest, she shouted, "Fuck me, Greg! Fuck me with your huge cock!"

That was one command Greg could get behind. He cupped her ass tightly in his hands and pummeled her. His balls slapped against her tiny rear as he yanked her up and down his dick. While he fucked her, she thrashed and kissed him relentlessly, hungrily, and she begged him for more.

"Fuck me, Greg, fuck me with your big, thick cock. Fuck my pussy, ruin my pussy, ruin me for Conner. I'll never be able to feel him again! Fuck, fuck!"

She came again and squeezed him tight. Greg groaned, and Samantha smiled up into his face. "Oh, are you about to cum? Are you about to blast me with a thick load of your racist white sperm? Then, do it, fill me up, stain me, you fucking pervert!"

He grunted and pulled her down hard on his cock. Then, he quickened, and his balls ached, and he pumped into her. He nearly crushed her with a tight bear hug, yanking her into him with full-bodied satisfaction. As he did, she hugged him by the neck and groaned. She had an orgasm of her own.

"I'm so full of cum and cock," she whimpered as their orgasms subsided. She was left breathless. "I'm so full of you..." She shook her head. "I know it's wrong, but..."

"I'm not racist," Greg panted.

Samantha stopped. She stared at him unblinkingly. His cock was still in her. He was maintaining an erection inside of her. Slowly, she lifted her hips and started riding him again, and she could feel the sperm oozing out down his shaft. "What was that?"

"I'm not a racist," Greg repeated. "I didn't have a costume. The guys thought it would be funny, because..." Greg smiled bashfully. "The truth is, I've always had a crush on you, and they wanted to make me look like a fool."

"Oh," Samantha said. She slid down on him slowly and flexed her pussy. She felt him twitch inside of her. It was a feeling totally unique to him, and something she knew no other man could replicate. Her toes curled. "That's good to hear, but the truth is...I wouldn't give you cock up for the world, even if you were a racist."

"Really?"

She nodded, and then she smiled. "Still, it's nice to hear. You were always a nice guy, and I'm glad you're...Agh! Jerk!"

He held her by the hips and had pulled her down on him. He grinned mischievously. "I can be a little naughty sometimes."

"Good," she groaned, and she swiveled her hips.

"Just, what about your fiancé?"

"What about him," Samantha said. She grabbed him by the head and pulled him into a deep, impassioned kiss. While his cock stirred up her pussy, her tongue stirred up his mouth. They built up speed, fucking hard as they kissed, and when they parted both were breathless. "I'm yours now, stud. My pussy belongs to you!"

Conner saw the strange car down the street. He didn't recognize it, but he didn't think much of it. He just drove by and pulled up to his apartment. After locking his car he went to the door and stepped inside.

The apartment smelled of sex. He saw a strange hood lying on the couch. It had a swastika on the front of it and hollow eye holes staring at him. Upstairs, in the bedroom, he heard wails of pleasure and rhythmic thumping.

He dropped his keys on the table and followed the noise upstairs. The sounds were too solid to be anything from the television, and the hood worried him. The night before he saw the man at the party wearing a hood, but he figured it was just a drunken prank and shrugged it off. Samantha wouldn't let it go. She went after the man and chewed him out, and she came back hornier than ever. It made him wonder.

The bedroom door is slightly ajar. He could hear panting, both masculine and feminine. He recognizes Samantha's sweet voice in there, but he doesn't recognize the language. "Yes, fuck me so deep, fuck me so hard. God, it hurts, but it hurts so good! You're ripping me apart back there!"

Conner pushed the door open and stepped into the room, and he wished he hadn't. He found Samantha on the bed, with her ass in the air. A massive man, one of the mechanics in her department, stood hunched over her. His white robe was bunched up over cock, which was enormous in size. Samantha had it in her ass.

The man gave a deep thrust. His balls slapped against Samantha's thighs. She screamed and clawed at the sheets, and she came. Juices sprayed all along her legs. Her eyes rolled back.

"So fucking deep! Now, you've taken every part of me. Now, you own me!"

"Samantha, you..."

They looked toward the door and froze. Conner stood with his hand on the door knob. His body was rigid. His cock was hard despite him. Samantha panted and wiped her brow. Greg stood still and held her by the hips.

"Conner, honey, you don't..."

"The racist man from yesterday, you..."

"He's not racist, he just..."

Greg tried to pull out, but Samantha groaned and pushed into him. She followed his cock and moaned, "So good!"

"Samantha, we should..."

Samantha looked back at Greg. "No, keep fucking me! Don't you dare stop, not after making me addicted to your cock!"

Greg stared at her for a moment. He looked at Conner, and then shrugged apologetically before slamming back into her.

Conner left, and that was the last either of them heard from him. Samantha didn't mind. She had a new man in her life, and in short time she could hardly even remember her fiancé's name.




Koto's Commentary:

Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone for their feedback. I always appreciate it, and I keep every comment that I'm given, whether left on stories or sent personally. I appreciate it endlessly, even the criticism.

Secondly, to all of the people who dislike the lighter tone of that the series has taken since it's return: I respect your opinion, and I appreciate your dedication. I understand your criticisms, and I do take them into account. I also take into account that my chapters that consistently have the lowest ratings are the cuck chapters. Furthermore, I take into account what holds my interest, and what I want to write, which was the point in the break and the change up. I enjoy the lighter fair sometimes, too. That doesn't mean that I will never write deep, dark cuck stories again. It just means that I don't want to do the same thing, over and over. I already do that enough with big cocks.

Lastly, I like how this chapter turned out. It's short, it's simple, but I like it, and I hope you all like it, too.

Thanks for taking the time to read, and I love you all!

-KotoC.