The suit

The woman was driving out to the farm she had been visiting for the past month and a half, a place not many thought of when sexual urges and fetishes came to mind. Sarah had a particular fetish..one she didn’t like to talk about with anyone. The dark thoughts that invaded her dreams were those of animals..horses in particular. She wanted to feel that massive cock pressed to her rear, pressed past those moist lips into her warm and waiting folds. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
About a two months ago, she approached a man who owned a farm on the outskirts of her town. He owned a small breeding ranch for work horses, nothing too fancy but she had chosen the ranch because of the many stallions that roamed the fields. When she told the man of her desires, she thought he would freak out, to tell her to get the hell off of his farm…instead a dark smile curled about his rough features. He said he didn’t mind..and it blew her out of the water. In fact, he had been waiting for one like her to come about.
They agreed on $300 every time she came out, but that wasn’t the only payment. Leading her to an empty stall, he approached a large box that was in the center of it. What was inside drove her mind wild with what could happen. For another $400, the box was within the confines of her trunk. It wasn’t the first time she had used the contents of the box, but she thought of each time as a new experience, and reveled in the thought of it around her.
Arriving at the stalls, she didn’t take long to step out of her car. She was an amazing looking woman, standing at 5’7 with long legs and beautiful sun-kissed skin. C cup breast filled out any shirt she wore perfectly, always seeming to draw the wondering eyes of those single and, yes, married men. The fact that she was still single was due to her dark fetish that she didn’t think most men would agree with. The farmer was waiting at the stall, now pulling the trunk out of the back of car. Without being told what to do, Sarah was already within the same empty stall where the box had been, stripping off her clothes down to her bare skin. The farmer was soon besides her, setting the crate down and opening it up.
Within the confines of the box was something no one would see anywhere else. At first glance, it looked like a coat of horse hair, but when one pulled it out, the soon found that it was something else entirely. Broken down into three main parts, the suit was something that would cover the woman from head to toe, making her look like a small, shapely mare. A thick coat of latex coated the inside of the suit, while thick, chocolate brown horse hair covered the outside. Before anything was done with the suit, a bottle of dark and vile looking liquid was withdrawn. Made from lubrication oil and pheromones, it would help Sarah slip into the suit easier and drive the stallions into that mating mind-set.
Standing still, the farmer poured and massaged the liquid over her skin, the smell something that would make our eyes water.