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A Shameful Secret Chapter 1 by Hooves Dunlup dragged the last of the clutter out of the old, but massive town house out to his wagon. The greasy old Donkey had been hired to clean the place out, the wealthy high born Stallion who family owned the place had long ago moved up in the world. Only a couple of very old mares had lived there in recent years, grand mares to the rich handsome stud who owned it. Now with the last of them passing, Rollan the sleek handsome pure bred stud had hired Dunlup to clear out the debris of years, old clothing mostly some broke down furniture. Up in the attic the fat older Donkey had uncovered a trunk, thinking it was just more out of date clothes at first. The weight however had quickly convinced him otherwise, he'd been forced to break the lock on the trunk. Somewhat disappointed to discover that it wasn't gold or silver in the trunk, but only papers and old books. Well it was at least something to entertain, Dunlup was a reader after all. Other than visit the gelding whore house, it was one of his few pleasures in this border town for the homely Donkey. With no females of his breed in town and no high born mare's willing to let him anywhere near them. At his very modest home later that night, he sat down to investigate the contents of the trunk. The loose papers proved to be anything from decades old recipes, to charts of brood lines stretching through the years. The books proved more interesting, most proved to be personal diaries of some long dead mare named Tamara. Looking over at the brood charts Dunlup noted that she was Rollan's direct great great grandmare, first mare to the handsome Stallion's great grandsire. But as he read through the diaries, it became obvious that the rich Stallion's great grandsire had not sired him at all. "Hahaha..." The filthy Donkey snickered darkly, the rich, highborn, pure breed stud was in fact the off-spring of a common plough pony. Tamara had explained away her offspring's odd looks, by claiming that they ran in her family. As the homely Donkey sat there playing with his hard cock, some of those passages were quite smutty. Of course the fact that the young mare, had used her skill with medicines and drugs to keep her husband impotent and befuddled. While her dirty little low born lover had sired dozens of offspring on her, including the sire of Rollan him self's sire. "Well now... I wonder just how much E'd pay ta keep this secret?" The wicked old Donkey chuckled lewdly, setting aside one of the earlier diaries that spelled out the not so highborn Stallion's true parentage. Dunlap leaned his head back in thought, looking around his serviceable if shabby house; everything he owned was old, his clothes were worn, his few pieces of furniture several times repaired. He was getting old too... he'd always had a bit of a paunch, but it was gradually getting more pronounced. More grey hairs were slipping into his mane, while his teeth and hooves were chipped. He grasped his thick black Donkey dick by the base, and flopped it around, letting his flare smack his round belly lewdly. Geldings either loved it or hated it, not that he really cared how they felt about it. He loved destroying the asses of pretty young Horses... see where their good looks led them, he mused to himself. He reached further down and fondled his fat, slightly hairy scrotum... he'd probably crank one out before bed tonight. 'That Rollan, he had a pretty nice-looking wife...high-borne mare, always dressed real nice... Maybe he'd imagine cumming all over her pretty, perfect tits.' The old Donkey thought, his smile growing a little wider, and unusually for him at this thought. Standing up he fastened his pants back up, picking up one of the diaries... maybe blackmail didn't have to be all about money. *** The room was sparkling clean, and everything in it was either brand new or at the very least looked it. The whole house had gleamed as Dunlup had been lead through it, the wealthy Stallion had agreed to talk to him here. Rollan sat behind his huge desk, looking up in mild disdain at the gross older male standing in front of him. "You said this was important?" He demanded as the Donkey flashed him a big gape toothed grin, handing the lean handsome white stud an old book. The handsome white Stallion's eyebrows creased, as he read through the underline passages in the age yellowed diary pages. His pink nose darkening into a deep red blush at what was revealed, and then he came to the words that were double underline. His big eyes bulging as he read the few sentences and then read them again, looking up at the ugly low born male with a sickly look on his handsome equine muzzle. "Wha... wha... where did you get? This is obviously fake... no one will believe..." He protested watching as the wicked grin on Dunlup's muzzle widened, and the sick feeling in the pity of the handsome studs belly worsened. "Are there any more of these?" The disheveled, potbellied old Donkey laughed, shaking off some road dust that seemed ill inclined to settle on the immaculately clean floor. "Heh, yep! That's jus' volume one." Dunlup assured, unable to hide a cocky gape toothed grin as he enjoyed the sick look on that handsome muzzle. "And believe me they get better as they go... got me all hot and bothered reading them." The Donkey sneered lewdly, displaying the sizable bulge in his rough work furs trousers. "I've half a mind to publish this stuff, I hear these dirty romances can rake in a lotta money." Dunlap let the implications of Rollan's dirty laundry being made public stew behind the stallions angry eyes for a moment. "Then again... I don't really have much use for money. What'm I gonna spend it on, a new ticker?" The old Donkey shrugged, strolling over to the small private bar and looking through the bottles. "I figure, may as well just keep to myself to enjoy. I'm not a young male anymore, you start countin' how to fill your days when you get to my age." He said, lecturing the confused highborn Stallion like a grandsire, as he poured himself three fingers of brandy in the wrong glass. "But... then again, a book is just a book." Dunlup grunted drinking the fancy liquor, that cost more gold than he made in a year's worth of work. "Books entertaining but it aint warm nor soft." Casually he sat the empty glass down and strolled away from the desk, towards a wall with some portraits of the Stallion's illustrious bloodline. Including the blushingly prolific mother who had birthed so many colts... mongrels, is what they'd be called if these diaries got out. "So I wonder, can I do better than readin' a book? So that's why I come to you." He found a portrait of Rollan's own pretty wife, and admired her image with a broad, leering grin. He turned around, making it looks like he was standing with an arm around her. "I figure, you can help me live out the fantasy... as it were." Rollan watched the older male stomp around his private library, listening to the Donkey's words for a moment. That handsome muzzle contorting as the fat greasy older male talked about publishing the diaries, it was plain the proud stud couldn't abide thinking about the family secret getting out. "Wait... why you came to me... wha... what do you want from me?" Rollan choked as Dunlup turned to leer at him, it was plain to the Donkey that the highborn Stallion was confused... clueless even. What the other male was asking was so unthinkable, that the handsome white stud had obviously thought something else. "Live the fantasy... what fantasy? You're not thinking that I... I'm going to service you in some sexual manner?" The fat dirty Donkey smirked shaking his head, while playfully pulling the portrait of that sexy young mare closer. Rollan's eyes widened in horror as it at last dawned on him, his head shaking back and forth unconsciously as Dunlup smirked at him. "My wife... you... you want... you think I'm going to let you..." Rollan's eyes were bulging out of his head, and he half stood up out of his chair. The chip-toothed Donkey laughed and nodded, crudely slapping his thick thigh with one hand. "Ha ha, yep! Yep I do indeed sir. And why not?" He asked, pulling the portrait close to his homely muzzle, and pretending to stroke the sexy mare's cheek. "Cause it goes against your honor? Cause you love the lil' lady? Well stud if your little story gets out ain't nobody 'round here's gonna respect you for anything anymore." The handsome Stallion gritted his big square white teeth, his muzzle looking sick and torn with indecision. "You'd ask a Stallion to just let you rut his mate..." Rollan looked like he was on the verge of vomiting at the idea of the lowly common Donkey befouling his wife with his filthy cum. "And she?" He tapped the picture frame with his dirty fingers, leering at the image of the pretty mare. "She'll leave ya in a heartbeat. T'aint no judge in the land who wouldn't grant her a divorce, if it turned out the highborn Stallion she married was descended from a..." He hesitated for a moment to think of a word, and then grinned patting his own chest. "And if you're worried that I might sneak one of mine into your nursery..." The greasy Donkey sneered, as if the idea of a mule in Rollan's family made him deliriously happy. "Wreck your precious breedin' line... Hahaha that damage has already been done, bucko." Dunlup snickered, strolling back to the desk sitting down on a chair, and then leaned forward, dirtying the pristine surface with his elbows. "And how do you expect me to get her to agreed to this." The tall handsome white stud choked between gritted teeth, at the talk of being cuckolded Rollan's eyes bulged out of his head. "Wha... damage done... you fucking..." The highborn stud stammered plainly furious at what he considered an insult, even as Dunlup leaned in over his desk top. Their muzzles only inches apart, the Donkey's breath smelling of cheap beets and expensive brandy. "Honestly chum, you should count yourself lucky. If anyone else found this diary you'd already be ruined, or being asked for a lot worse than a little pussy. I don't want anythin' you can't spare. Heck you still get to be her husband, I just wanna be the dirty little secret." Dunlup grinned wickedly, as he imagined himself between those long sexy mare leg's his fat cock deep inside of the Stallion's wife. "Lucky! A little pussy..." Rollan snorted in rage, his nose now as red as the beets the Donkey normally had for dinner. "Get to be her husband... get to be... I married her." The wealthy Stallion fumed, outraged at the gall of this filthy little commoner. "Dirty little secret... I should call the constable and have you dragged off to prison..." Rollan threatened without thinking, his anger making him thoughtless for a long moment. "Oh? You wanna make a court case outta this?" The dirty old Donkey chortled leaned back in his chair, darkly amused by the idea of it. "Then the diary gets introduced as evidence and the whole thing becomes public record. You couldn't make a worse decision for yourself." Dunlap pointed out, jabbing a finger at the desk for emphasis as he watched Rollan's eyes widen in shock. "You can either ruin your life, and your colts' lives forever, or grit your teeth at me for... what have I got left? Ten, fifteen years tops? You're supposed to be the smart one, you do the math on that. But I'll give you a tip." The nasty old Donkey spat, his already homely muzzle turning into an ugly, chip-toothed scowl. "You an' your family have all you have because you're Horses. You spit on me... because I'm a filthy Donkey. The bleedin' hearts can neigh all about what's an accident of birth, got to do with yer life, but if you trip me over you're gonna find out what that means and hard. You do a good job bein' you... I'd love to be you for a few minutes or an hour. But you wouldn't last a DAY as me." He scowled and calmed himself, before slowly leaned back in the lavishly decorative chair, and brushed some dust off his worn pants leg. "Just you go on bein' you and I'll be me. You ain't gotta pay me no mind, your kind never do anyways." The proud handsome Stallion's shoulders slumped, his long head dropping into his hands as the older Donkey spoke. And Dunlup knew his words had won the day, he'd seen males whipped before and Rollan was whipped. "But how.... how can I... you must know I can't force her to..." The rich pretty stud was sobbing softly now, so the older Donkey moved around the desk gripping the Horse's shoulders and massaging them with his strong hands. Just letting the other male whimper and blubber for a few minutes, smirking as the fine cloth of Rollan's clothing rubbed most of the dirt off his hands. "Now... now it's not so difficult." Dunlup whispered into the handsome Stallion's pointed equine ear, his black lip's brushing against Rollan's ear lobe. "You fancy lot... got yer vices... aint cuckoldin' one of them. Now I know ya normally like to do it upwards... nobles like to have lords cuck them, lords all wanta be cucked by the King. Well this time it's gunna be the noble gettin' cucked by a common Donkey... that jest makes it naughtier... more excitin'. At least that's the way yer gunna sale it to her, yer gunna convince her it's all you want in the world. That or well I'll jest have to have those diaries published... so you damn well better be convincing heh." Dunlup threatened nastily, as his strong hands made the soft rich Stallion feel weak and powerless. "She... she'll just have to understand that... that it's for the best... the best for the family for our fillies and colts..." The rich Stallion choked wiping the tears out of his eye's, even as Dunlup's teeth nibbled hard at his ear. "Naww... she don't need to know anything about the diaries, or what I'll do with them if you can't get her to do it. This is all a naughty game that will make you happy... she loves you and will do it to please you." The fat Donkey whispered lustfully, his chewing on that ear lobe growing rougher and more lustful. Having this much power over a Stallion he normally had to kowtow to, was arousing the Donkey even more than the pornographic diaries had. Dunlup let his hand slide down to Rollan's firm round ass cheek, gripping and fondling it like the rich stud was a gelding whore. "I... I... understand." Rollan panted glassy eyed, before standing up and looking down at the short gray Donkey who was grinning even wider. "Wait here... I... I'll go have words with her." Rollan hurried over to the door opening it, spotting his butler coming down the hallway. Quickly he ordered the butler to keep the other servants in their quarters all night, and then the handsome Stallion went up stairs. Dunlup waited in the Horse's own chair behind the desk, for what seemed like a very long time. But at last Rollan was back, telling the Donkey to follow him... before leading him upstairs. Down a long hallway to the master bedroom at the end, opening the door the two males walked into the room. Rollan closing the door behind them as the fat older Donkey saw the pretty young mare laying in bed. She was wearing a silk night gown that was almost see though, and she was laying there looking up at them with a look of disgust on her pretty muzzle. "You may do as you like... and then kindly leave." She called coldly... as the smirking Donkey stripped off his workmen's clothing, that short fat black cock already jutting out stiffly. The Donkey finding this kind of cool disgust oddly arousing, the whores in the gelding brothel had to at least pretend to be happy and excited. But this highborn bitch mare, she was revolted at having to service a male like him. Dunlup smirked broadly, so it was in the nature of a challenge then... he'd have to win her over with his hard fucking. Glancing over he saw Rollan standing with his back against the bedroom door, as if to keep anyone from coming in to discover his shame. There was a sickened look on his handsome muzzle... while his hands were clenched into fists at his side. And yet as the Donkey looked back, he could smell the other equines aroused male musk. Sneering at the knowledge that although the proud Stallion was sickened by the idea of his sexy wife being fucked by a common Donkey, something about it never the less was subconsciously turning Rollan on. And that was most likely the only thing keeping the noble Horse from physically attacking the lewd lustful Donkey. "Oh with a lady so lovely... it might take me two or three mountin's ta get my fill... even for jest a single night." The horny Donkey chuckled lewdly, licking his thick lip's as he watched the pretty mare blush. "And I doubt yer husband here will want me to stop visitin' anytime soon. Heheh... so you can be sure we'll be seein' a lot of each other in the near future beautiful lady." Dunlup watched the rosy blush bloom of the sexy mares muzzle, as he slowly strolled over to the rich couple's marriage bed. He could tell that his crude flattery was having an effect on the highborn mare, smell it as well as the scent of her wetness drifted up to his wide nose. While the air almost reeked of his own sexy male musk, it easily over powered Rollan's perfume masked male scent. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the rich Stallion's scent was more prissy and mare like than his own wife's. The wealthy highborn male had somewhere along the line lost what it was to be a true stud. The more he was around the fancy Stallion, the more Dunlup realized he was like those gelding's he visited at the brothel. And while the Donkey knew that Rollan still had his ball's... that was all that really made him different from those geldings. It made the older Donkey wonder about the wealthy Horse's sons... were they like their father just pampered mares. All washed and perfumed... wrapped in fancy, frilly clothing... it was something the naughty older male planned to find out. Glancing over his shoulder again, Dunlup gestured for Rollan to undress. The handsome white Stallion's muzzle twisted up in denial, and yet as the Donkey sneered at him. He quickly began to strip his expensive clothing off, soon he was standing there naked. His slender, naked equine body looking very appealing to the lustful donkey... with the exception of that long pink rut stick. Which was jutting out stiffly in front of him, the humiliated Horse trying in vain to hid it with his hands. Dunlup turned back flashing the lady Nellus a smirk, as he climbed up onto the bed with her. "Excited aint he?" The fat Donkey smirked, as his work roughened hands gripped those sleek sexy thigh's pushing them apart. "He told me to impregnate you... if I could ya know." The pretty mare resisted this weakly, so the gruff older male pushed harder forcing her to let him between those sexy leg's. "Your revolting..." The pretty young mare hissed, as the homely older male leered down at her as he shoved her night gown up. Making her eyes widen in shock at her strong masculine drive, her husband was so soft and gentle. Yet this homely working fur was acting so powerful, like she was suppose to serve his lusts alone. "And yet somehow..." His thick fingers caressed that pink teardrop shaped equine sex, feeling the dampness of her hot hole on his hand. "Yer as wet as a filly in her first heat cycle." Dunlup grinned nastily, lifting his fingers up to first sniff them... and then lick her juices off. "I'd guess you've been need this for a long time now. Huh?" "What? How dare you... I have a husband." Nellus protested breathlessly, as the Donkey hovering over her just grinned wider and wider. "Yeah... just look at him over there." The hefty Donkey sneered insultingly, tossing his head back towards the handsome white Stallion. Who had began to fondle himself absently, as he watched the Donkey tease his wives dripping sex. "I've fucked geldings who are more masculine... he should be wearing panties." The pretty mares body trembled as he insulted her husband's masculinity, and the scent of her arousal grew more and more intense. "He's more of a male than you'll ever be..." The sexy mare denied weakly, and that made the Donkey's smirk widen even more as he watched her pink vulva wink out at him. The naughty low born male plunged a finger into her, finding and rubbing that sensitive knob teasingly. This making the pretty female beneath him wiggle and squirm, even as he leaned down planting a savage kiss on her surprise lip's. "Why don't you withhold that judgment..." Dunlup grunted as he broke that kiss, reaching up with his other big rough hand. Groping and squeezing her big round breasts, strong if dirty fingers pinching those hard nipples. "Until after I show you what I can do with this big hard cock." The crude Donkey sneered lecherous, as he waved that thick black fucker at her... splattering her crotch with greasy pre- cum. "You want it inside of you don't you?" "No... no.. no." Nellus moaned softly as she starred at that throbbing fucker, the thick rut muscle jerking and flexing eagerly. "Stop lying you uptight rich bitch." Dunlup snarled, ramming his tough finger in and out of that hot dribbling sex brutally. "You want it... I can see it in your eyes. You need it to pleasure you... to make you scream in pleasure... something your husband's never has. Admit it... say it say you want to feel my cock." Dunlup ordered lustfully as his finger diddled the sexy young mare wildly, until she at last groaned out breathlessly. "I... I... please I... need... I want to feel it inside of me." The soft attractive mare panted weakly, as the horny unwashed commoner Donkey chuckled licentiously. Yanking his thick finger out of her, Dunlup shifted his body around to cover her soft belly with his hefty muscle gut. Flashing her husband a gloating sneer, at having gotten the proud Stallion's mare to ask for his grubby Donkey cock. "As you wish, ma'am." The doughy old Jack replied in a mockingly servile tone, like he was just a waiter about to serve her dinner. He took just one more moment to gaze at her laying there, her gown torn halfway off, just barely showing her perfect breasts, and thrown askew lower down. Her creamy thighs parted around his bristly, hairy legs, her bare mound soft and wet under the old Jack's paunch. His thick black club swelled to powerful hardness, almost aching as it jutted from his sheath, and his fat old balls felt like brass weights, swaying like doorknockers between his hocks. Just the thought of having his dirty, whore-stained dick in such a prime piece of horseflesh, just the anticipation of it, would normally keep him jerking off for weeks on end. He grinned smugly, and with a happy chuckle, the horny Donkey lowered his dirty body onto the mare's soft and shampooed pelt. His strong arms slid under her back, while he let his iron hard ram nestle gently at her quivering gates... The lecherous Donkey smiling in her muzzle as he slowly pushed forward, spreading her tenderest flesh, and then surged in hard. Burying his thick pole into her as his heavy balls clapping against her damp taint with a loud 'Smack'. "Ohooo OHO!" Nellus moaned out loudly, as that big blunt cock flare spread those hot sex lip's wider than they had over been opened before. Her head was swimming with the horny Jack's thick masculine scent, even as quivers of pleasure tingled within her sex. "Damn..." The highborn lady cursed cutely, as that thick cock plunged into her depths while the Donkey chuckled lasciviously. As he felt her hot juices running down that fat fuck pole, dripping off the base of it and down onto his heavy balls. "You... your... organ really is thick." She admitted, glancing over at her husband standing by the door slowly stroking his longer... but much thinner erection. "You're a horny beasts..." She panted trying to make it an insult, however the joy in her voice ruined that effect. "Are... are you really enjoying this?" Maybe the question was directed at her watching husband... or just maybe she was talking to herself. Rollan whimpered looking mortified, and quickly let his hands drop to his sides exposing that throbbing dripping flare. "Heh... Naw, keep it up pretty boy." The rutting Donkey hollered over his shoulder, and made sure to flex his backside and whip his ragged tail around, teasing the more submissive Stallion with the motion of his hips. He glanced back to make sure Rollan was watching, and then started thrusting forward in hard rutting jabs. That made his fat ballsac swing lewdly smacking the mare's wet loins with a lewd slap, over and over again as he rutted into her. Rollan's gritted teeth glittered as his expressive lip's pulled back into a grimace, at being ordered around by the common Jackass cuckolding him. And yet his hands found their way back to that throbbing fucker very quickly, stroking and rubbing it so eagerly his balls bounced wildly. The handsome white Stallion's nostrils flaring widely, as he inhaled like a race horse running the mile. Those strong scents of his mares sex, the nasty Donkey's strong unwashed body and potent sex musk tingling within his nose. Dunlup's round belly ground against her perfect figure, and he nuzzled her perfumed neck, whispering breathlessly into her long pointed equine ear. "Heh, let him cum... from watching me fuck your perfect pussy. He can empty his nuts on the floor, I'm gonna empty my balls in you... Oh yeah." He grunted, his wide Donkey flare stretching that sweet, snug pussy inside, making her feel even tighter to the crude old Jack. "Your vile... that's disgusting... he... he would never..." The sexy mare was biting her lower lip hard, trying to control herself and not cry out in pleasure. "My nuts like thinkin' that they might have a chance to make you fat." Dunlup whispered perversely into the mare's ear, sporting a huge lewd grin at that thought. Such talk has cost donkeys their balls in the past, but he knew there was nothing her husband could do about it. And who knows...maybe getting dirtied up would turn her on, too. After all, it'd happened before... "Make me fat!" She snorted once more sounding sickened, and yet as Dunlup said it that hot sex squeezed down hard on his fat fucker. "Bare your offspring... NEVER." She denied hotly, even while he hip's began to lift up to meet Dunlup's powerful thrusts as those strong muscles within her sex squeezed and milked that thick fucker. Across the room Rollan heard her, and his tall body jumped slightly at those words... still his hands quickly grew swifter on his aroused organ. He took half a step closer as if wanting to intervene, but just a glance from the grinning Donkey froze him in his tracks. Dunlup huffed, as he felt the wet mare's pussy squeeze down on his flaring dick despite her protests. His fat old balls pulled up, weighted balloons stuffed with sticky Donkey mess, and he was gonna give that pretty highborn mare every last drop of it. Her weak protests were gonna set him off faster than he might like, because the rutting Jack knew that her voice was saying it could never happen. Even while the rest of her knew it could, and perhaps secretly hoped that it would. 'God, he loved having balls!' Dunlup thought of the geldings at the brothel, who would never experience a moment like this. He grunted, bucked a few dozen more times, savagely shoving his rut stick into that soft, slick mare pussy. As Rollan watched those lopsided, hairy lowborn Donkey balls jump in their unshaven sac, the fat, chip-toothed Jack braying as he blew his load inside the Stallion's mare, without even a thought of pulling out. "Gods... ohooo gods!" The tall handsome white Stallion swore out loudly, his hands tugging harder and faster as he watched his sexy wife buck and squeal. As the salacious Donkey bucked and brayed, while his hefty balls jerked up, his short tail flagging up and down the whole time he was dumping a massive load of cum into Nellus's soft cunt. The white Horses pink nose very red, as his long cock surged in his own hands. That big blunt flare throbbing as a long rope of pearly white cum spurted out, splattering loudly on the hard marble floor. Once, twice, three times that cum blasted out... before the humiliated stud realized he was being watched. He looked over at his shocked wife and the smirking Donkey, opening his mouth to stammer something... but wasn't sure what. His pretty wife was laying back with a strange look on her pretty muzzle, something halfway between bliss and shock. "Rollan!" She choked as their eye's met, and a odd kind of understanding pasted between them. The rich Stallion reading the pleasure in her eyes, and Nellus reading the passivity within her husband at his being cuckolded. "I... I... I'm sorry dear." The handsome silvery white Stallion stammered, gulping for air as his orgasm pasted into afterglow. The fat Jackass put a grubby, calloused hand on Nellus' cheek and steered her muzzle back towards his own ugly, aged muzzle. "Hey, what's wrong with crankin' one out?" He asked crudely, grinning at the look of disgust on that pretty muzzle. "I do it all the time." He snickered lewdly, grinning because he knew in Horse company it was considered another gross habit of lesser equines like him. "Usually thinkin' of you." He gave her a salacious wink, and chuckled as he cuddled snuggling close against her letting his sweat and dirt contaminate her perfect fur. He kept his groin pressed tight against her crotch, partly to enjoy her pussy for every last second his scheme would allow, and to feel his balls resting heavily against her crotch and inner thigh. He wanted her to feel them resting there as well, to know that he had processed her utterly. "It's disgusting... I... What? Thinking of me?" The sweet, soft, highborn mare choked in shock, looking up at the male who had just given her the most pleasure she'd had in ages. The look on her pretty muzzle oddly pleasant and kind, as she starred up at his homely muzzle sort of entranced. She could feel his thick fucker throbbing deep inside of her body, somehow knowing he was still dribbling seed into her. Owning her in that way males did, when a female allowed them to do so. Those fat balls laying hot and pulsing against her sleek round bottom, even as Rollan stood there starring awkwardly. Not sure what to do now that they had all reached climax, his first thought was to go wash the sweat and musk off his body. When just then the bedroom door flew open and a young filly trotted into the room, as the handsome Stallion turned to look at his daughter in shock. "Mother I need to barrow your necklace tomorrow night for the par... ty." The pretty your fillies eyes widen in surprise as she saw her pleasure dazed mother, with a sweaty out of breath old Donkey laying on-top her. Quickly her eyes darted over to her sire, who was standing there still half hard... his cock dripping onto the floor. Her eye's dropped down to the slimy mess on the floor, that she had walked through coming into the room, and she covered her mouth with her hands. "I... Errr... sorry... SORRY." Quickly she turned running back out of the room, as Dunlup chortled softly under his breath. "Damn Rollan don't you have a lock on that door?" The vulgar Jackass snickered, even as he licked his lips and lifted himself up. "Pretty filly tho' heh." The libidinous Donkey moaned thoughtfully, as he began to thrust again slowly into Nellus's hot sex. The sexy mare's eyes widening in surprise, not only had the grimy Jackass never gone soft. But now he was rutting her again, so soon after he'd finished off the first time. Rollan never rutted her again so soon, normally he slipped off to bather for at least an hour. Even when she was in season and needing it badly, before he came back to mount her a second time. When they had first been married, he'd mounted her three or four times when she was in heat. Now here she was not even in season, and this... this lowly Donkey was already rutting her again. The tall sexy mare lay back inhaling deeply, letting the pleasure he was giving her fill her being. Soft wickers and squeals escaping her than, things she had fought to suppress the first time around now released it a torrent of passion. "Nellus please..." Rollan snorted, now that his sexual arousal was gone, the handsome Stallion was finding this display highly distasteful. The sight and sound of his lovely mare being roughly fucked by the lowborn Jackass highly offensive. Add that to the fact his oldest offspring had just seen it, made the rich Stallion very uncomfortable. He didn't want his colts to find out about this, his back was to the door again now holding it closed. He was afraid they would hear now, even through the master bedroom was in the north wing and the colts rooms were in the east wing. "Honey... quiet please the boys might hear you." Rollan begged again more forcefully, as the old Donkey grinned over his shoulder at him. Those furry gray hip's driving in hard and fast between Nellus's sexy leg's, each rough hard pounding thrust making the pretty mare moan out. "My dear let us be discreet..." The gleaming white Stallion plead once more urgently, the his mare began buck and eagerly pushing into the Jack's savage rut thrusts. "Haha I think that ship has sailed..." The Jackass sneered, his mind going over the image of the shock and embarrassed young filly looking down at him atop her mother embracing in the afterglow. "Never fear Rollan buddy..." Dunlup sneered with a big gape toothed grin, even as the fancy Stallion stood there panting for breath. "I'll hush her up." The fat old Donkey smirked, suddenly pressing his mouth to Nellus's soft equine lip's kissing her lustfully, even while slipping his tongue into her mouth. It was not something the rich Stallion ever did, and took the sexy mare by surprise yet she quickly got into it. Rollan stood there with his back braced against the door, watching in open mouth shock as Dunlup kissed his wife. Another part of the nasty Jack invading that sexy body, the idea revolted him to no end. He had to kiss that mouth, now the image of the depraved Donkey's tongue wiggling around in it would forever be in his mind. And still somehow it all both repulsed and excited him somehow, his limp cock growing back to full hardness. But that just made him feel ashamed of his own reaction, made him despise his own arousal. As the once overly proud Stallion stood there watching, the lowly Donkey bred his sexy bride five more times. Later into the early morning hours, until he finally left her laying there exhausted in their marriage bed. With rivers of thick gooey Jackass cum running out of her stretched out sex, making the sheets a damp sticky mess. When they were both dressed again, the wealthy Stallion lead Dunlup back down to his study silently. And then turned to the gloating Donkey, looking him in the eye's intensely for a second. "That was my daughter Lorna that... that discovered us." He snorted more than a bit angry, and at the same time deeply rueful about his offspring seeing him and his wife in such a state. "You will never try to speak with her or contact her in anyway... she is not going to be bargained for. Is that clear." The old Donkey smiled nodding his head as he patted Rollan on the shoulder like they were old friends. "You don't have to worry about that... I'll not bother or seek her out. Nellus's sweet embrace is enough for me... sex wise, of course there are things other than carnal pleasures. I've been thinking... you know what this town needs..." It wasn't a question the rich Stallion knew just from the Donkey's tone, and before he could say anything Dunlup push on. "This town need a blacksmith of its own... someone to see to the needs of the local herd Stallions. You most likely don't know this but I trained as a smith in my youth, trouble is I never had the coin to open my own shop. I figure great grannies diaries are worth that much to ya... keepin'em secret that is." The rich Stallion nodded his head slowly, this he was much more comfortable with and having a smith would help the town out. "I own a building on the square that would make a fine smithy, if you limits your visits to me and my... wife. I'll see to it you have all the tools and what not to open your smithy." Rollan snorted grudgingly, as the Donkey thought over his offer for a long moment. "Ok I'll only come by four days a week... however like tonight I'll stay until I've had my fill of her hot sex." The greasy Jackass smirked, his mind wandering back to the pleasure he'd had in the other males wife. Rollan winced at the idea of the dirty foul commoner using his lovely bride so much, but realized that Dunlup was holding all the cards in this game. "Very well... but you must be discreet in you comings and goings. I don't want the servant staff to get wind of this... or my colts for that matter." "Not to worry Rollan... I'm the very soul of discretion." Dunlup sneered, bowing deep and mockingly to the noble high born Stallion whom he'd just cuckolded. |
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