His come was sticky and it was bitter, and she just couldn't get enough of it. She wanted it all over her body, and she managed to get it all over her body. She could feel it dripping down on her thighs, and running down between her legs. She rubbed it right into her pussy with her hand.
Phil was on the verge of hysteria, but she couldn't bother with him now. She had even lost all interest in torturing him any more than she already had. He didn't even exist as far as she was concerned. He was a nonentity, and that was all he would ever be to her. Let him cry like a baby since that was all he was good for anyway. He wasn't good for anything else, that was for sure.
The horse's cock was still shooting off its rocks, and she was still getting as much of it in her mouth as she could. She was drinking it right down. She could feel it burning the inside of her mouth, and the inside of her throat. She could feel it settling in her stomach and burning it as well.
The come was just dribbling out now, but she drank down every last drop of it. Soon there was no more though. Vicky felt breathless and she felt as if she had had her share for the night. She didn't need anymore right now. She had had it all, and then some. Her cunt was still sore from the way he had sucked her off before, and she could tell that it would stay sore for some time.
She got to her feet and walked over to where Phil was cringing in the corner. She got him up on his feet and let him to the bed. She undressed him and made him lie in bed, and then she lay in the bed beside him. She pressed her body up against his and began to whisper in his car.
"Just think of your horse's cock as if it was your very own," she began to say. "I sucked you off. That's what I did, I sucked you off, and I sucked you off real good. I gave you the best blow job of your life.
"If you think of it that way, it won't hurt so much. In fact, it won't hurt at all. You'll feel real good about it. You'll feel like a real man for a change. Come on now, think about it that way. Think about your horse's cock as if it was your own. Wouldn't you just love having a cock that big? No man in the whole world has a cock that big. But you do. You have the biggest cock of all of them."
She buried his face between her tits, and he was soon asleep. She saw the horse's cock in the back of her mind, and soon she was asleep also.
Chapter 4
Vicky was the first one to wake up the next morning. She got out of bed quietly so as not to wake Phil or his father. It was just a little after dawn, but Vicky knew that she couldn't sleep any longer. She had never been able to sleep late in the morning, and she never would be able to.
She went out back to where the bathrooms and showers were and she went in and washed herself. The water was ice cold, but that was just the way that she liked it. She couldn't wait to start working the horses out, and she couldn't wait for the races to begin. They'll never think to look for me here, she thought, and probably they won't even look for me to begin with.
I'll bet mother's happy, Vicky thought. She always did want me to get away from that place.
"Hello, there," the booming voice said.
Vicky looked up and saw the large man enter the shower. He was over six feet tall, and he had a cock on him that looked like it was hanging right down to his knees. Vicky couldn't take her eyes off it, and she could see that he knew that, and was taking advantage of the fact.
"Don't have separate showers here for men and women," he said. "Guess we'll just have to make do with what we got. Who you with anyway?"
"I'm with Phil and Jack," she said.
"You married to Phil or something?" the man asked.
"We're thinking about it," she replied.
"You'll make him a nice wife, I'm sure," he said.
"How can you tell?" she asked, very coyly.
"That's obvious from the way you're built," he said. "You got a nice body on you that I wouldn't mind getting in my bed some night. No, I wouldn't mind that at all."
"You married?" she asked.
"No, I've never been married," he replied.
"What's your name anyway? I'm Vicky."
"My name is Tom, and I work for Mr. James Nickles," Tom relied. "He's got himself the best horse at the track this year."
"Is Mr. Nickles rich?" she asked.
"Rich ain't the word for him," Tom laughed. "He's got more money than most other people put together."
"You his trainer?" she asked.
"I'm one of them. He's got six of them, one for each horse. Yeah, Mr.
Nickles don't mess around."
"Is he here?"
Tom looked at her and smiled. "He'll be here in a few days. In case you're interested, he ain't married, and he's looking for a nice looking wife to pretty up that big house of his. Yeah, he sure does want a pretty woman awfully bad."