Victoria the porn gypsy

She was woken by the impatient snorting and stamping from the stalls below her loft chamber. Victoria smiled to herself with the simple pleasure of her new life when she once again realised where she was. She savoured the warmth of her cot for a few more seconds – let Jupiter stamp and snort for a few moments more – as she breathed in the tangy scent of the stables down below, and listened to the birdsong calling outside. Victoria threw off the thin bolster and stretched her lithe body in preparation for the day. In the few weeks during which she'd been in the employ of the estate, Victoria had grown to love these easy summer mornings. She adored the work, as hard as it often was; it was like a dream to her. She had always loved the wildness and latent power of those most noble of beasts, and to be amongst them all day from sunup 'til sundown? Why, it was simply Heaven. Victoria splashed water over her face in a hasty toilette. There was no time for such niceties first thing; the horses were the priority; there would be time enough for her to wash more thoroughly later in the morning. *** The time was just past noon when Victoria rode her favourite back into the yard. She'd ridden Jupiter out along the woods and fields of the estate and had let the animal take her wherever he pleased. She was thrilled, as always, by the latent, physical power as Jupiter moved fluidly and confidently over the dark earth tracks. Never once did the girl feel fear when the big horse lifted the both of them over what appeared to be impossibly high hedges. She was Bellerophon upon Pegasus, laughing with pure pleasure as the horse's hooves rumbled and he galloped at full speed. The wind was a roar and her long hair flew out behind her as Victoria experienced the total joy at being alive and upon that great, broad back. Eventually Jupiter turned towards home and carried Victoria at a sedate pace back to the stable yard. As they moved slowly on the return journey, Victoria felt the familiar tingling at the tips of her breasts and a distinct oily wetness between her thighs. The physical sensations of her wild ride were all too obvious to her. The rhythmic beat against her quim... the constant rub against her sensitive titties... Those sensations were so delicious, so secretly wicked, but it was the thrill of the freedom she experienced; along with the horse's awesome power under her direct control that served to heighten the sexual arousal.