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Her hand in his, he led her up the stairs and along the corridor to the playroom.

She had been persuaded to see, though, if only to humour him. And now she would learn, about passion. The room was dimly lit, lights flickering to resemble weak yellow gas lamps, making shadows dance slowly across the walls.

In the amber gloom she could make out cabinets and shelves bearing all manner of objects; soft toys and tin automata, porcelain dolls and carved ivory figures. In the centre of the room, though, dominating all and commanding her attention, was a large wooden rocking horse.

It stood the size of a pony, exquisitely carved, the wood polished and lacquered, its mane and tail of coarse white hair.

The wood felt warm, as if the beast breathed, and she ran her fingers along it. Its polished flanks would feel so good against your thighs.

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She withdrew her hand sharply, as if the horse had snapped at her. Of course! Such childish amusements would be beneath such a haughty woman! And I did say the Victorians had their secrets. The horse is not all it seems to be. Her curiosity was piqued, she offered him a cautious smile. Laugh with joy for once, rather than out of disdain. You could pretend to be galloping naked through the night. She frowned and hitched up her skirt, held out her hand to him. With his other hand steadying the horse, he helped her climb onto it. It rocked gently beneath her weight, an inch or two forward, an inch or two back.

She smiled once more, her manner now less aloof.

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Her fingers clenched around the leather reins, she bowed her head forward and the horse dipped a little. And as it rocked forward, as she bent over its neck, a polished wooden phallus slid up from the hole and slipped smoothly inside her. A silly place for a horse to have a cock, I know, but… nice? He had only given the horse a gentle push, and soon it came to a halt.

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He looked into her face, his eyes questioning, asking… more? It rocked, back and forth, back and forth, the phallus slipping in and out of her seven, eight, nine times. She gasped and tightened her thighs, but with each rock the movements of the horse got slower, shallower. And then, just as the horse was slowing to a halt once more, she heard him return, his step quick, his stride urgent. She screamed as her body lurched forwards, driving the phallus deep inside her.

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Again he hit her and she sobbed, moaned, with each stroke she was made to bend lower over the horse until she was rocking back and forth in a frenzy. Ride like the wind! Naked, he climbed onto the horse behind her, wrapping his arms around her and starting the horse gently rocking again. Even as she opened her mouth to protest she felt cold steel between her teeth, leather straps around her face, binding her and cutting into her cheeks. Now I can ride you!

Then he leaned back, pulled on her bridle so that she had to stifle a gasp behind the bit. His added weight made the horse move faster, dip lower, rear higher. The phallus went deeper and harder inside her and he slapped the crop against her thigh as he urged her on.

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She gasped, but with pleasure now, and each time the horse dipped low his weight bore down on her, slamming her onto the wooden cock. It was as if the horse was alive now and she gave herself up to the pleasure it afforded. It moved as if of its own volition so he released the reins, moved his hands to her breasts to pinch her nipples as they fell back, squeezed them firmly each time they fell forward.

He kissed her neck, whispered in her ear as he galloped her to an orgasm, she moaned in time with the rocking motion and each time the horse dipped forward his own hardening cock now slipped up her back. His promise made her shudder, she felt him hold her tighter still, as tight as her cunt gripped the phallus, and a cry escaped from deep inside her as his body stiffened, trembled.

He was hard and hot and wet against her and the phallus slid in and out more slowly now, then slower still, slower, until it slipped smoothly from her. Then they were motionless, his embrace was soft, her heart was racing and the power of the beast thrummed steadily between her thighs. Reading Time: 5 minutes by Severin Rossett Her hand in his, he led her up the stairs and along the corridor to the playroom.

Slowly he led her towards it. She grinned back at him.