he asked.
“Adult store.”
He stopped and looked me over again. How many times was he planning on doing that? He grinned and a new light came to his eyes. “Really? Then you’re sure to find this part of the tour right up your alley.”
I wasn’t sure what running an adult store had to do with a horse farm. He held the door for me and I entered first. Skeptical.
“This is the breeding shed where we provide our stud service.”
Shed was not the word I’d use to describe the place. I had a shed in the back yard I used to store the lawn mower and yard tools. Some people used the woodshed to spank their kids when they were bad. This was something else entirely. The room was large with a strange stand in the middle. It was well lit and operating-room clean. One area off to the right was a horse stall with a half gate and straw on the ground. No lawnmower in sight.
“This is the room where we collect semen on the phantom mare for artificial insemination. Mares are brought from all over and come to the Double D to be bred with our studs. Instead of the old-fashioned way, they’re inseminated via pipette directly into the uterus to avoid being harmed by a rough stallion.”
Okie dokie.
Wide double doors directly across from us opened and a horse was led in by a man in the green ranch shirt and jeans. I didn’t know what kind of horse it was besides being brown. “That’s a teaser mare. She’s in heat and will be in the stall to help the stud.”
Hmmm. Ick. Why on earth did Dex think this was ‘right up my alley’? What did running an adult store have to do with breeding horses? Did he think since I dealt in sex I’d be interested in horse sex, too? Within a minute I’d already learned way more than I wanted to about horse breeding. Ever.
The mare was led into the stall, the bridle removed and the half gate closed. “The stud will sense the mare, smell her and know she’s in heat. This will build his need to copulate.”
I assumed the phantom mare was the thing in the middle of the room. It looked like a pommel horse from gym class. About a foot wide and four feet long and cylindrical in shape. It was mounted on two metal posts at about four feet high. It was kind of like a horse body without any legs or head.
“Our studs have been trained to mount the phantom mare, although they’d much prefer the real thing.” He winked at me. “We don’t have a choice when it comes to a client’s mare.”
Another horse was led into the room through the same double doors. This one was black and about a foot taller than the mare. He was frisky, moving his head back and forth against the bridle. His rear legs kicked as he pranced. The really large black penis hanging straight down about a foot near his hind legs was what clued me in on his gender. I was starting to catch on to what was going on.
How on earth did I make it just in time for horse porn?
“I’ve…I’ve got to get going,” I said, starting to back away. “I think maybe the horse might want some privacy or something.”
“Stay.” He took my arm again, looked down at me. His gaze was powerful, his voice rough and deep. “It’s like a man and a woman. Some stallions are downright barbaric with their mating. They’re only focused on their needs, so single-minded in their desire to breed they forget about the mare. But when she’s manhandled, treated roughly, she can’t deny its how, deep down, she really wants to be treated. When the mare submits to the stud, ultimately her needs are met.”
I must have had a confused look on my face because he continued. “A woman likes a man to take control. Possess her body. Show her what she wants by doing what he needs .”
Ding, ding. Drake Dexter was a Dominant. He liked to control women, use them. Treat them like a…like a piece of horse flesh. And he was showing off his prowess through a horny horse. To me. The widow who worked at an adult store.
“Oookay.” I didn’t feel threatened, just
“Adult store.”
He stopped and looked me over again. How many times was he planning on doing that? He grinned and a new light came to his eyes. “Really? Then you’re sure to find this part of the tour right up your alley.”
I wasn’t sure what running an adult store had to do with a horse farm. He held the door for me and I entered first. Skeptical.
“This is the breeding shed where we provide our stud service.”
Shed was not the word I’d use to describe the place. I had a shed in the back yard I used to store the lawn mower and yard tools. Some people used the woodshed to spank their kids when they were bad. This was something else entirely. The room was large with a strange stand in the middle. It was well lit and operating-room clean. One area off to the right was a horse stall with a half gate and straw on the ground. No lawnmower in sight.
“This is the room where we collect semen on the phantom mare for artificial insemination. Mares are brought from all over and come to the Double D to be bred with our studs. Instead of the old-fashioned way, they’re inseminated via pipette directly into the uterus to avoid being harmed by a rough stallion.”
Okie dokie.
Wide double doors directly across from us opened and a horse was led in by a man in the green ranch shirt and jeans. I didn’t know what kind of horse it was besides being brown. “That’s a teaser mare. She’s in heat and will be in the stall to help the stud.”
Hmmm. Ick. Why on earth did Dex think this was ‘right up my alley’? What did running an adult store have to do with breeding horses? Did he think since I dealt in sex I’d be interested in horse sex, too? Within a minute I’d already learned way more than I wanted to about horse breeding. Ever.
The mare was led into the stall, the bridle removed and the half gate closed. “The stud will sense the mare, smell her and know she’s in heat. This will build his need to copulate.”
I assumed the phantom mare was the thing in the middle of the room. It looked like a pommel horse from gym class. About a foot wide and four feet long and cylindrical in shape. It was mounted on two metal posts at about four feet high. It was kind of like a horse body without any legs or head.
“Our studs have been trained to mount the phantom mare, although they’d much prefer the real thing.” He winked at me. “We don’t have a choice when it comes to a client’s mare.”
Another horse was led into the room through the same double doors. This one was black and about a foot taller than the mare. He was frisky, moving his head back and forth against the bridle. His rear legs kicked as he pranced. The really large black penis hanging straight down about a foot near his hind legs was what clued me in on his gender. I was starting to catch on to what was going on.
How on earth did I make it just in time for horse porn?
“I’ve…I’ve got to get going,” I said, starting to back away. “I think maybe the horse might want some privacy or something.”
“Stay.” He took my arm again, looked down at me. His gaze was powerful, his voice rough and deep. “It’s like a man and a woman. Some stallions are downright barbaric with their mating. They’re only focused on their needs, so single-minded in their desire to breed they forget about the mare. But when she’s manhandled, treated roughly, she can’t deny its how, deep down, she really wants to be treated. When the mare submits to the stud, ultimately her needs are met.”
I must have had a confused look on my face because he continued. “A woman likes a man to take control. Possess her body. Show her what she wants by doing what he needs .”
Ding, ding. Drake Dexter was a Dominant. He liked to control women, use them. Treat them like a…like a piece of horse flesh. And he was showing off his prowess through a horny horse. To me. The widow who worked at an adult store.
“Oookay.” I didn’t feel threatened, just
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