Trent was a struggling racehorse trainer near London. His wife was forced to fuck one of the owners any time he wanted, so he'd keep his horses in her husband's stables.
Growing up in the small, rural town of Ledbury.... a little village just a bit west of London....Trent loved horses and dreamed of someday becoming a steeplechase jockey. But he quickly grew too big, and had to give up on his dream before he was even out of secondary school.
In an effort to stay close to his beloved horses Trent took a job working around a horse barn near his childhood home. When he was still in his early twenties, Trent began working as a groom, exerciser, and stable boy for an established steeplechase trainer.... eventually working his way up to being head lad. Shortly before he turned thirty, Trent decided to try his hand at becoming an independent trainer, and opened his own training stables for runners and steeplechase racers just outside of Newent... a little town near where he grew up.
The early going was painfully slow.... getting rich racehorse owners to trust their expensive four-legged hobbies to Trent for training and racing strategy was a significant challenge. Still, within about three years he had managed to convince nine owners to place their twenty-one horses in Trent’s care.... which provided enough revenue for him to hire a few grooms and lads, and pay most of his monthly stable expenses on time. This allowed the horse-training business to eke out a hand-to-mouth living.... as long as everybody agreed to wear multiple hats around the barn, as needed.
Trent’s wife, Shannon, had met him while they were both in secondary school (the equivalent to high school in the US).... they dated until after they both graduated, then got married while he was still a head lad, about a year before he opened his own horse training facility. They struggled mightily while Trent was a low-earning stable boy and, although starting up a new horse training business had been full of financial shortcomings and challenges, they were proud to finally be making a go of it on their own.... albeit barely.... now that Trent was a registered trainer. Even so, Shannon was well aware that they were only marginally profitable, and that Trent was training the bare minimum number of horses to allow their stable to remain afloat. She had hated the days of meager pay and struggling to pay rent, so she was happy to see Trent’s young business starting to at least break even.
Shannon liked the horse-training and steeplechase racing business even though she didn’t ride.... and she knew her husband was fully in his element as a horse trainer, so she was happy to see him making a living doing what he enjoyed. She had many roles in Trent’s business, including managing the books, scheduling which horses go to which racecourses.... as well as maintaining the tack, mending bridles, and mucking out stalls with the other grooms and lads, when needed.
Shannon was about a year younger than Trent. She was still very attractive at 32 years old, with light brown hair, brown eyes, and a pretty smile. But her most defining characteristics.... what made people – men and women – stop to take a second look every chance they got.... were her impressive breasts, slim waist, and shapely legs.
Shannon knew she looked good, and she enjoyed the attention, without being too obvious about it. She usually wore dresses and skirts with blouses or tank tops, along with cowboy boots, wellies, or galoshes whenever she was working in the corrals and stalls. But it didn’t really matter what she wore.... there was no way to hide or restrain her obvious curves, jiggling boobs, and firm nipples that poked through whatever she happened to have on.
Almost all of the owners playfully flirted with Shannon whenever they came to the stables, which she didn’t really discourage.... she figured that throwing them a smile and allowing them to ogle her wobbly tits might actually help keep them coming to Trent to train their horses.
Most of the owners had 1 or 2 horses in Trent’s stalls, but one of the owners.... Clyde Wallace.... had allowed Trent to take on five of his runners. It bothered Trent a bit that a single owner held such an influential stake in the revenue for his business but, in the end, he was glad to have Mr. Wallace’s horses under his care. He knew that without them, he’d have to close down his training stable, so he paid extra attention to Mr. Wallace’s concerns and interests to make sure he was always placated and satisfied.... and, of course, it helped when his horses won their races.
Early on a Monday morning, while Shannon was in the barn by herself mucking out stalls, Mr. Wallace drove into the yard and wandered inside the stables looking for her. He found Shannon adding feed to the hay trough of Galahad... one of his steeplechase horses.
He called out, “Hey, Shannon.”
Shannon was a little startled and poked her head up over the stall wall and, with a worried look on her face, said, “Oh, hey, Mr. Wallace... I wasn’t expecting you to come by today.... especially this early.... and on a day when your horses aren’t racing.”
Clyde chuckled and said, “I know.... I had a breakfast meeting in the area, so thought I might stop in real quick and see how my bloody nags are doing.”
Shannon chuckled, and said, “Well, it’s only 8 o’clock.... Trent has all of your horses, except Galahad, out on the gallops being exercised with the 1st lot.... I’m the only one here right now. But they should all be back to ride out with the 2nd lot in about forty minutes, or so.”
“Of course.... I should’ve known that. Okay.... well, I guess I’ll wait then.”
Shannon finished filling the hay trough, then stepped out of the stall and said, “Of course.... you’re always welcome.”
As she stowed away the feed and tools, Clyde asked, “Why wasn’t Galahad included in the 1st lot this morning... is he injured?”
Shannon walked over to Galahad’s stall, placed her arms on the top rail of the gate, rested her chin on top of her arms as she looked in on Galahad leisurely munching on hay, and said, “No, not at all.... did you forget he’s being bred this week?”
Clyde slapped his forehead, nodded and said, “Of course, of course.... I totally forgot about that.”
Still leaning on the gate to the stall, she said, “He’s been coupled with all the mares who aren’t racing this season.” She laughed, then added... “There’s six of them, and I think they’ve worn him out... take a look.”
Clyde joined her at the gate and looked over into the stall to see what she was referring to. He laughed when he saw what she was looking at.... Galahad’s huge horse cock was sticking out from its sheath, and dangling halfway to the ground between his legs.
With a chuckle, he said, “Wow.... now that’s impressive.”
Shannon smiled and said, “Bloody right”, then they both laughed as they watched Galahad’s thick shaft and bulbous cock-head swaying back and forth beneath his haunches.
After a minute or so, Clyde looked over at Shannon and, with a wry smile, added, “It kind of gets you thinking, doesn’t it?”
With her eyes still locked onto Galahad’s long, swinging penis, Shannon said, “What do you mean? Gets you thinking about what?”
In response to her question, Clyde moved over behind her and said, “This...”, as he leaned into her from behind and pressed her into the gate she was leaning on.... rubbing his crotch up against her ass through her denim skirt.
With the bulge in his pants nudging Shannon’s buttocks, he pressed up against her back and reached around to squeeze her tits through her tank top.
With a cry of surprise, Shannon looked over her shoulder and said, “What?.... w-wait.... Mr. Wallace.... what the bloody hell are you doing?”
Still caressing her boobs, Clyde nuzzled her hair and said into her ear, “You know what I’m doing, Shannon.... I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I brought my horses to your husband’s barn. And seeing Galahad’s huge cock flopping around out there has got me a bit randy.”
Trying unsuccessfully to wriggle free from his weight against her, Shannon whimpered, “B-but I’m married, Mr. Wallace.... what about my husband?.... hell, you’re married.... y-you can’t be doing this.”
With a wicked laugh, he said, “Sure I can.... and if you want your husband to keep training my horses, you won’t put up a fuss about it.”
Still struggling, but not nearly as hard as she had been, Shannon exclaimed, “What?....Nooo!.... Mr. Wallace!.... Wait... y-you can’t take your horses away! Oh, my God.... this place would go out of business if you do.”
Clyde grinned and said, “That’s right, hon.... and there are three racing stables within 8 miles of here.... all of them are good horse trainers.... two of them have even trained a Grand Champion.... and any one of them would be happy to have my horses in their barn.”
Releasing her boobs, he swung Shannon around so that her back was leaning up against the stall gate, then took her right hand and placed it on the growing lump in his pants.... moving it up and down the length of his shaft tucked down one leg of his trousers.
With a sneer, he said, “So, we need something special at your husband’s stables that makes me want to keep my horses here.... can you think of anything?”
Whimpering softly, Shannon nodded, then slowly began running her hand along the outline of Mr. Wallace’s stiffening prick, as he said, “Excellent.... yeah, that feels good.... now unzip my pants and pull it out.”
Shannon slowly unzipped Clyde’s slacks, then reached inside and pulled out his dick.... already semi-hard, and continuing to stiffen in the palm of her hand. As Shannon complied with his directions, Clyde grabbed her tank top and pulled it up to her chin, allowing her heavy breasts to spring free and begin swaying back and forth between them.
With a callous grin on his face, he stared at her boobs.... then squeezed them in both hands and began kneading them.... as he said, “My God, Shannon.... I’ve been wanting to get my hands on these tits ever since I saw you that first day in the owners’ suite at Ascot Racecourse. Holy shit, they’re fantastic.”
While Clyde massaged her big breasts and pulled on her stiffening nipples, Shannon continued to stroke his now fully engorged penis. Even amidst her angst, she couldn’t help but notice his stiff boner felt long and thick... even heavy.... as she ran her hand up and down its rigid shaft.
Mr. Wallace leaned down and sucked one of Shannon’s nipples into his mouth, then the other.... nibbling and pulling on them with his teeth.... while murmuring into her fleshy breasts, “Damn, Shannon.... your hand on my cock feels amazing.... and these boobs are bloody magnificent.... my God, I love these nipples...”
After fondling her tits for a few minutes, Clyde released one boob, and used that hand to reach underneath Shannon’s skirt to rub his hand back and forth along her pussy lips through her panties. Still using her hand to tentatively pump his throbbing erection, Shannon sobbed softly and whined, “Please, Mr. Wallace.... we shouldn’t be doing this.... my husband will be back any minute...”
Clyde chuckled as he nudged her legs apart with his knees, and said, “You know better than that, Shannon... he’ll have that string of runners out until at least nine.... probably even nine-thirty.... so, we have plenty of time.... right?”
Still whimpering, Shannon let her gaze fall to the ground and nodded her head slightly.
“Good.... now pull your panties to the side and line my dick up with your pussy....”
Shannon complied.... using one hand to shove her panties off to the side, while using her other hand to place the head of his cock at the opening to her vagina. As soon as she did, Clyde leaned forward and raised up.... shoving his rigid pole into her pussy as far as it would go.
“Holy shit, Shannon... you’re already wet... wow, you’re tight as shit, too.... this feels amazing.”
As Clyde began to rock his hips and pound his stiff penis into Shannon’s snatch, she let out a muffled cry, then grunted as he pushed the head of his thick erection deeper and deeper into her cunt with every thrust.
Shannon couldn’t help but notice that Mr. Wallace was right.... her pussy was actually quite wet.... what the fuck was that about? She also was acutely aware that his thick hard-on was bigger than her husband’s... a lot bigger. She closed her eyes as he continued to slam his engorged dick in and out of her cunt, and started to moan as she began to feel a warm, tingly sensation building between her legs. She let out a guttural moan as she felt herself being stretched.... a totally new feeling for her.... and she could feel the lips of her vagina ‘hugging’ his rigid shaft as it glided in and out of her wet cunt in earnest.
Somewhat bewildered, Shannon closed her eyes and mumbled, “Uhn.... uhn.... oh!.... ah.... uhn.... hmmmmm.... uhn.... uhn.... oooohhhhh.... uhn.... uhn.... oh, my God.... oh, my God.... hmmmmmm....”
With his hands still tightly squeezing and kneading her boobs, Clyde continued plowing his fat boner in and out of Shannon’s vagina.... causing her to grunt from the force of his jabs.... almost lifting her off the ground with every thrust of his cock.
Shannon was caught totally by surprise when she felt an incredible orgasm suddenly crash through her body... she grabbed Clyde’s hips and pulled him into her crotch... hard... rubbing her engorged clit against the base of his shaft.... then let out another muffled cry as an electrifying climax exploded between her legs.
“Oh, my God.... oh, my God.... what the fuck.... uhn... uhn... uhn... yeah... yeah... oh, shit, this isn’t right.... eh... eh... aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.... aaaaaaahhhhhhh.... uhn.... uhn.... aaaaaaahhhhhh.... yeeeeaaaaahhhh.... hmmmmm..”
A few minutes later, Clyde released Shannon’s boobs, grabbed her ass cheeks and picked up the pace.... slamming his stiff prick into her pussy with such fervor that it made the gate rattle.... causing Galahad to look up from his feed to see what was going on.... his dangling horse cock swaying back and forth beneath him as he raised his head to check them out.
Just then Clyde let out a groan and erupted, blasting several globs of hot, creamy splooge against the walls of Shannon’s sloppy wet cunt.
Shannon leaned back against the gate with her eyes still closed and her legs spread.... trying to catch her breath.... as Clyde played with her wobbling tits, and kept pumping his rock-hard boner in and out of her pussy until his nutsack was empty.
When he had finally finished cumming, Clyde stepped back from the gate.... pulling his still semi-hard cock from Shannon’s pussy with a ‘plop’.... then stood there with his hands on his hips, while his softening penis hung out of his unzipped pants, and swung loosely between his legs.
With a brutish smile, he watched Shannon’s heavy breasts sway back and forth between them, as she gasped for air and tried to slow her breathing back to normal. He ogled her entire body.... splayed against the rails of the Galahad’s stall.... her eyes closed, her legs spread wide, her heavy breasts wobbling back and forth.... he shook his head and mumbled to himself, “Holy fuck, this was bloody well worth the wait.”
Once Shannon had caught her breath, she opened her eyes and.... with a deep blush rising in her cheeks.... pulled her tank top back down over her jiggling tits, then adjusted her panties and skirt until they were back in place.
Clyde nodded his approval and told her, “Go ahead and clean me off then, hon.” Grinning even wider, he added, “I have a feeling we’re going to be doing this a lot.”
Still in a bit of a daze, Shannon knelt in front of him, and sucked the tip of his now flaccid cock into her mouth... then used her lips and tongue to clean off his entire shaft... before shoving it back inside his slacks and pulling up the zipper. She couldn’t believe what had just happened.... or that she’d actually become wet.... and, even worse, that she’d had an orgasm. Her face seemed to get hotter and redder the more she thought about it.
Just as Shannon finished pulling up Clyde’s zipper, they could both hear the thunder of hooves as the 1st lot rode over the hill about a hundred yards beyond the north paddock. By the time Trent and the other riders arrived in the corral, Shannon and Clyde were standing by the barn entrance waiting for them. Shannon kept her gaze mostly on the ground as the riders approached.... worried that her face might still be flushed from getting fucked just a few minutes before.
As the grooms and lads began walking their horses around the corral to cool them down, Trent jumped down from his mount and hurried over to Mr. Wallace. He handed his reins to Shannon, then shook Clyde’s hand as they headed into the office to discuss his horses and their upcoming races.
Twenty minutes later, Trent and Clyde went out to the barn together and found Shannon brushing down Dakota.... one of Clyde’s other horses from the string that had just returned.
Trent called out, “Hey, Shannon... Mr. Wallace asked if you could be one of the head lads when we send four of his horses to Epsom Downs this weekend. I told him that’d work out perfectly, because we’re spread really thin with Chester out sick, and most of our other horses are running over at Kempton Park.”
Shannon had helped out at racecourses before when they were short-handed, so this wasn’t really an odd request. With a wan smile, Shannon nodded her agreement, then returned to brushing down Dakota, while Trent walked Clyde over to his car and waved him away as he drove out of the yard.
Throughout that week.... with the trip to Epsom Downs still a few days away.... Shannon tried to forget what had happened on Monday, and was happy that the activities around the barn were carrying on in their usual fashion. Everything was going along perfectly normally.... none the wiser for Mr. Wallace’s unexpected visit earlier in the week.... until Thursday.
On Thursday morning, Shannon was working on the books in the office, while Trent was out again.... like he was every weekday morning.... exercising the 1st lot on the commons with all the grooms and lads. She hadn’t heard a car drive into the yard, so she was startled when she heard a knock on the door frame to the office.
Mr. Wallace was standing at the open door with a sordid grin on his face. He said, “Hey, Shannon.... thought I’d swing by and pay you another visit.”
Trying to keep her voice even, Shannon said, “Oh....uh.... Mr. Wallace.... y-you startled me. I didn’t hear your car drive up.”
Clyde slowly entered the office... his eyes quickly landing on Shannon’s heavy breasts pressing up against the thin fabric of her flowery sundress... her nipples making obvious bumps that he couldn’t seem to look away from.
“Yeah, I’m driving this new electric vehicle I bought.... you can barely hear the engine.”
As he stepped into the office and headed toward Shannon, Clyde unzipped his pants, pulled out his flaccid penis and let it flop out of the opening in his slacks... not yet hard, but long and thick.... banging gently against his thighs as he approached Shannon’s desk.
Shannon’s gaze shifted down to the impressive cock between Clyde’s legs... now beginning to stiffen.... as he stepped around the side of her desk... his eyes still riveted to the nipple bumps poking through the top of her sundress.
With her eyes locked onto his growing boner, Shannon whimpered, “Mr. Wallace.... w-we can’t.... my husband.... what.... I don’t.... we shouldn’t....”
She didn’t actually finish what she was trying to say.... when Clyde reached the chair where Shannon sat, he simply grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward, until the tip of his rising dick was nudging her lips. Shannon reluctantly opened her mouth, and Clyde shoved his nearly erect penis in as far as it would go... until it banged against the back of her throat. He began rocking his hips and sliding his engorged prick in and out of Shannon’s mouth, as she mumbled a feeble resistance around the shaft of his cock, and struggled to keep from choking on his enormous hard-on.
“Wha.... no.... unmmmff... we canmmmf.... hmmmmmfff....”
Clyde pulled her head back and forth on his engorged member until it was extended to its full 9”.... then, he pulled it out of her mouth and yanked her up to her feet. He used a foot to shove her chair out of the way, then.... with his now fully erect cock standing at attention.... Clyde pushed Shannon forward, until she was bent over the desk... resting on her elbows to support herself.
Clyde slid the shoulder straps of her sundress down past her elbows, which pulled the stretchy top of her dress past her swaying breasts.... allowing them to spring free, and wobble back and forth above the desktop, as he positioned himself directly behind her.
With Shannon mumbling a helpless complaint, Clyde flipped the hem of her dress up onto her lower back, pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, then nudged her feet apart with his knees, and stepped between her legs. He reached around and grabbed her swaying boobs with both hands, and.... even without using his hands.... found her pussy opening with the bulbous tip of his stiff prick.
He smiled to himself when he realized that Shannon was already wet again.... just like last time. He rocked his hips forward and shoved his stiff cock as far into her vagina as it would go.... then began vigorously slamming it in and out of her cunt, going deeper and deeper with each forward jab.
Clyde slammed his rigid pole into Shannon’s pussy from behind like a jackhammer.... making her heavy breasts swing wildly beneath her chest, as they dangled loosely above the papers on the desk. He grabbed a handful of tit in each hand.... squeezing, slapping, and pulling on her nipples.... as he enjoyed the clapping sound of his hips smacking against her fleshy ass cheeks with every one of his thrusts.
Shannon moaned softly and grunted, as Clyde continued to pound her from the rear... his swinging nutsack slapping a rhythmic beat against her sensitive clit. Without warning, she suddenly let out a muffled wail, as a warm tingly climax washed over her body... sending tentacles of pleasure cascading from her clit to her nipples, and back again.
Distraught that her body had betrayed her again, Shannon closed her eyes and grimaced, as she murmured, “Oh, my God.... oh, my God.... oh, my God..... holy fuck, Mr. Wallace.... yeah.... yeah.... aaaaahhhhhhhh.... uhn.... uhn.... yeah, keep going.... yeah.... aaaaahhhhhhhh..... oooooohhhhhhhh.... uhn.... uhn.... aaaaahhhhhhh..... hmmmmmm....”
Clyde chuckled as he listened to Shannon moan and mumble her orgasmic exclamations... then he released her boobs and grabbed her hips.... plowing his stiff boner into her even harder.... until he suddenly caught his breath, and exploded.... shooting several streams of hot, creamy splooge all over the walls of Shannon’s cunt.
Clyde kept playing with Shannon’s dangling boobs as he continued to ram his thick hard-on in and out of her drenched pussy.... cum and pussy juices leaking from around the shaft of his pumping prick, and dripping down the inside of her thighs.
When he was finally done cumming, Clyde slowed his thrusts until he was standing still, with his spent dick still shoved deep inside Shannon’s cunt. He gasped for air and mumbled, “Bloody hell, Shannon.... I think you’re the best shag I’ve ever had.... my God, that felt great.”
Still bent over the desk trying to catch her breath, with legs spread and tits swaying back and forth beneath her, Shannon whimpered, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Wallace.... and for fuck sake, we need to clean up quickly before Trent gets back from the morning gallops.”
Clyde slowly pulled his softening rod out of Shannon’s pussy, then let it flop down between his legs, as he said, “Sure.... sure.... we’re done.”
With his hands on his hips he added, “Go ahead and clean me off, doll, then put it away and zip me up.... we probably have plenty of time before your husband gets back, but I need to get going anyway.”
Shannon did as she was told, then put her jiggling boobs back inside her dress. She used a tissue from the desktop to wipe her pussy, before pulling her panties back in place and adjusting her dress. Clyde squeezed her tits one last time before heading out to his car and driving out of the yard, just as Trent and the 1st lot crested the hill out by the north paddock. Shannon quickly checked her clothes to make sure she was put back together, then headed out to the corral to meet the riders and help cool down the tired horses.
Early the following Saturday, Shannon prepared to go with Mr. Wallace and his runners to Epsom Downs. She wore jeans and a thin, cotton crop top to work on the horses before the race, and packed a travel bag with a colorful sundress and heels for afterwards, when she and Trent would join the other owners and trainers in the Owners’ Club to celebrate their winners and lament their losers.
Trent planned to attend the races of his other owners’ horses early in the day at Kempton Park, then swing over to Epsom Downs to watch the last of Mr. Wallace’s runners, before he and Shannon would join everyone else in the Owners’ Club. For the trip to the racecourse, Trent assigned Dylan... one of his best lads... to go with Shannon to care for Mr. Wallace’s horses during the ride to Epsom Downs.
Clyde pulled his horse van into the yard early on Saturday, then stood aside and watched as Shannon, Trent and Dylan loaded his runners into the trailer.
The lads and grooms typically rode in the trailer, along with the horses, so Dylan and Shannon started to climb in the back, once the horses were all on-board. But as they were stepping into the trailer, Clyde told Shannon to sit up front in the cab with him, rather than in the trailer with Dylan. Trent nodded his approval, since sitting in the cab would be a much more comfortable ride for his wife, and he helped Shannon... blushing slightly... climb up into the passenger seat next to Mr. Wallace. Once Shannon was seated in the cab, Trent patted the hood of the trailer and waved them out of the yard as they drove off toward Epsom Downs Racecourse.
Shannon wasn’t really surprised when... within five minutes of getting on the road... Clyde reached over and put his arm around her shoulder.... pulling her over toward his side of the cab. Once she was close to him, he reached into her crop top and began fondling her tits with one hand, while using the other hand to steer the trailer.
With a bit of blush rising in her cheeks, Shannon sat stoically... looking straight out the windshield... while Mr. Wallace squeezed and pulled on her heavy breasts. After a couple of minutes, she glanced at the bulge in his pants and noticed it was growing.... creating a long, thick outline in his slacks where the shaft was pressing against the fabric.
Clyde noticed her glancing at his cock and chuckled, saying, “Go ahead and pull it out.... it’s nearly two hours to Epsom Downs, and I want at least one blowjob before we get there.”
Tentatively, Shannon reached over and unzipped his fly... then pulled out his stiffening boner and began stroking it with her hand. It felt hot and hard in her hand and... even though she’d already had it pounding in and out of her pussy twice already... she was still a bit mesmerized by its sheer size and thickness.
Clyde smiled as he watched her stare at his growing erection, then put his left hand on the back of her head, and pulled her face toward his engorged prick.
Without really thinking about it, Shannon opened her mouth and sucked the tip of Clyde’s penis inside. She began bobbing her head up and down on his hard-on.... using one hand to pump the shaft, while using her warm lips and tongue to rub against the ridge of its thick, round head.
Clyde moaned his pleasure and spent the next several miles with his left hand resting on the back of Shannon’s bobbing head.... occasionally slipping it inside her top to massage her tits and tweak her nipples.
It didn’t take long before Clyde grabbed the back of Shannon’s head and pushed it hard into his crotch, as he pumped his hips and blasted rope after rope of warm, gooey spunk against the back of her throat... moaning and mumbling as he emptied his nutsack into her wet mouth.
“Fuck, yeah.... yeah.... just like that.... yeah.... keep going.... yeah.... yeah.... aaaaaahhhhh.... aaaahhhhhh.... yeeeeaaahhhh.... keep going.... aaaahhhhhh.... fuck, yeah.... hmmmmm.... niiiiiiiiice.... bloody hell, that feels good... hmmmmm..”
Shannon swallowed his entire load, then continued sliding her head up and down Clyde’s shaft... coaxing more splooge out with her hand until he’d finally finished cumming.... then licked the last few drops of cum from the tip of his penis with her tongue.
Clyde took his hand off the back of her head and slipped it inside her crop top again to resume caressing her boobs and pinching her stiff nipples.
Shannon sat back up, but continued gently stroking Clyde’s glistening cock as it began to soften in her hand. When it was totally flaccid, she tucked it back inside his pants and pulled up his zipper.... then leaned against his chest as he kept his left hand tucked inside her top, playing with her breasts and nipples.
When they arrived at the racecourse, Dylan jumped out of the trailer and began preparing the ramp for exiting the horses. As he came around the back of the van on the passenger side, he saw Shannon climbing out of the cab, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and adjusting her crop top to properly cover her boobs. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then he chuckled to himself and grinned, as he realized what he was seeing.
Trying to keep everything normal, he called over to Shannon to have her help him take the horses out of the van, and move them into their stalls on the racecourse grounds. Once that was done, the two of them prepared the horses for their races while Clyde parked the trailer, then headed for the Owners’ Club to hobnob with the other rich men and women of horseracing.
Trent was able to make it to Epsom Downs in time to see Mr. Wallace’s last two runners.... Dakota won his race, while Orion came in 2nd in his. One of Clyde’s earlier runners.... Surly Princess.... had been an “also ran”, so a bit of a disappointment. But since the other one.... Ragusa.... had won her race, Trent knew he’d be celebrating a happy day at the races with Mr. Wallace in the Owners’ Club.... two “wins” and a “place” was nothing to sneeze at.
Shannon changed from her jeans and wellies into her sundress and heels, then she and Trent headed up to the Owners’ Club to celebrate with the other trainers and fat-cat owners. The celebration was well underway when they arrived. Mr. Wallace was making the rounds.... he’d had a particularly good day at the races, so he was glad-handing and back-slapping anyone who couldn’t get out of the way fast enough.
The partying continued.... getting louder and more boisterous as more liquor got poured, and the owners and their wives let loose. All the trainers, including Trent, were drinking and working the room.... schmoozing the rich folks and trying to encourage some of the owners to change trainers.
Shannon mingled, as well, although her discussions... mostly with the wives of owners and trainers.... were more casual and light-hearted than those of her husband and the others.
About thirty minutes into the party, Clyde slid up next to Shannon and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Shannon blushed slightly, then looked around the room to see that Trent was fully engaged in chummy conversation with multiple owners, and nodded her head slightly, to let Clyde know that she understood.
Five minutes later, Shannon headed down the hallway toward the ladies loo, where Clyde was already waiting. He pulled her into an empty meeting room, and closed the door behind them. In a flash, he had his pants unzipped and his cock hanging out of the opening.... dangling between his legs.... the big head swaying back and forth like a pendulum.
He took one of Shannon’s hands and place it on his shaft, encouraging her to stroke it.... then pushed the elastic top of her sundress down to her waist, allowing her heavy breasts to pop out and jiggle between them.
“Mr. Wallace... we can’t do this.... for fuck sake, my husband is right out there talking to your wife....”
Clyde chuckled and with a wicked grin said, “They’ll never even know.... and if you don’t do this, my horses will be gone by the end of the month.... your choice.”
Shannon nodded slightly, then looked down at Clyde’s enormous cock and began gliding her hand up and down its stiffening shaft.
As Shannon began jerking his growing erection, Clyde grabbed both of her boobs and squished them together... making the firm nipples stick out even more than usual. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, then the other, nibbling and pulling on them until they were as stiff as erasers.
Shannon’s pumping fist was having the desired effect, and.... with his hands still roughly squeezing her tits.... he pushed her down to her knees and nudged her lips with his engorged prick. Shannon opened her mouth and sucked the tip of his cock inside... then began bobbing her head back and forth, as she sucked and stroked his now fully erect penis.
As he continued to fondle and pull on Shannon’s boobs, Clyde rocked his hips back and forth, slamming his rigid pole in and out of her warm, wet mouth... over and over... grinning euphorically and murmuring his pleasure.
“Bloody hell, doll.... that feels great.... yeah, just like that.... yeah.... yeah.... keep going.....yeah.... nice...”
It didn’t take long before Clyde felt an orgasm building between his legs. He released one of Shannon’s tits, and put that hand behind her head, holding it in place as he vigorously pummeled his thick boner in and out of her mouth. After just a few more thrusts, Clyde caught his breath, then blasted a huge load of cum against the back of Shannon’s throat.
Clyde kept rocking his hips into Shannon’s face, as she swallowed his entire load, then used her lips and tongue to clean off his shaft. When he was finally done cumming, he pulled his softening boner out of Shannon’s mouth, then stood there catching his breath, as she gently stroked his glistening penis.
“My God, Shannon.... you give the best blowjobs I’ve ever had.... that was fantastic....”
Shannon blushed again, then... as she tucked his now flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped him up.... she said, “We need to get back to the party, Mr. Wallace....before my husband notices I’m gone.”
“Sure.... sure.... no problem....”
He released her boobs and added, “Here, let’s put you back together”, as he helped pull the top of her dress back up over her wobbly tits... continuing to squeeze them even as she tried to shove them back inside her sundress.
When they returned to the main room, it was obvious that they hadn’t been missed, so Shannon let out a sigh of relief, then headed off to resume mingling with the other wives.
After that week, Mr. Wallace made it a point to swing by Trent’s stables early in the morning, about two or three times each month, while Trent and his lads were out exercising the 1st lot. He’d track down Shannon, wherever she was.... in the office, in one of the horse’s stalls, or in the tack room.... and get a blowjob or a quick shag. Then he’d drive out of the yard before the 1st lot made it back from their gallops.
Clyde usually managed to sneak in a quick fuck, or a blowjob, whenever he and Shannon were in the Owners’ Club together at Huntingdon, Lingfield Park, or whichever racecourse his horses happened to be running.
In the end, Mr. Wallace kept his horses at Trent’s stables... and even brought him two more racers to train. As much as he loved it when his runners won their races, Clyde especially enjoyed the time he spent shagging Shannon.... having his throbbing cock pounding in and out her mouth or pussy was.... by far.... the real prize in horse racing.