The Return of the Dominant Horsewoman
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If you are offended by this or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read on.
(c)JIM P 1995
(Bobby’s Story) Dad’s become a private detective, refusing to become a contractor after getting made redundant as a computer software designer. We all thought he was crazy at first, but now he’s landed a job bringing in good money investigating a series of break-ins at Bristlingdown Manor, the estate of Sir Humphrey Smthye-Jones. He’s still keen on it despite the thrashing he got from some upper class horsey bird (JIMP#4). What a wimp, fancy getting beaten up by a bird and a bit of a babe apparently.
He’s looking through Sir Humphrey’s family archives trying to get an idea what these potential thieves are after. These break-ins have happened over many years without anything being taken. Like weird or what.
Dad wants me to continue checking the perimeter of Bristlingdown Manor for breaches where someone could get in uninvited. The estate is huge and I was only able to complete half the job on the day dad got beat up. One of Sir Humphrey’s bodyguards gave me a lift to a gate on the far side of the estate. The gate was a large iron affair and usually kept locked. The man unlocked the gate and let me out. I found myself on a footpath, close to where I had left off my previous check.
Equipped with a map of the estate, a backpack with some food and drink, my Walkman and trusty game-boy in hand I set off. The estate boundary was skirted by a large stone wall built many years ago. By now, most of it was overgrown with shrubs and plants.
I went as far as I could along the footpath, but then it parted direction from the estate. The only route was to go across a fence into some fields belonging to some farmer or other. The fields were huge and I could not see anybody about so I climbed over the fence and continued my trek. Several times I had to climb over a hedge, low wall or fence to get from one field to another to keep on track.
As I started to climb over one particular stone wall I noticed that from the top someone could get over the adjoining estate wall with not too much difficulty. I tried it, the difference between the top of the two walls was only about 5’. I pulled myself to the top and sat looking over the estate. There was only a tree nearby otherwise nothing blocked my view, if I wanted to, I could have jumped down into the estate. How would an intruder get back again?. Perhaps he had a mate who lowered a rope ladder or something. There was a nearby tree that looks like it could be easily climbed and used to get back onto the wall.
Pleased with myself I prepared to get back down to the lower wall of the field. Then I noticed tyre tracks across the field coming close to the wall. I tried to follow from where they came. They seemed to go to a gate at the far side of the field. Just then a flash of light caught my eye. In the distance I could just make out a person sitting on horseback. He or she moved off and I got down hoping that it wasn’t the landowner.
I went over to take a look at the tyre tracks. Too big to be a car, too small for a farm machine. Probably a 4 wheel drive vehicle of some sort. Something off-white caught my eye by the side of the tracks. I picked it up to find it was an empty matchbook with “Ireland Conservative Club” on it. I suppose it and the vehicle could belong to the landowner, but Dad might think it was a clue so I put it in my pocket. I moved on to the next field before resting by a hedgerow to tuck into my provisions.
It was early evening by the time I reached the main road which passed the long tall wall that fronted the estate. I was hot, exhausted, my feet ached and I was thirsty, having long finished the last of my supplies. I sat down by the roadside and rested a while. After a few moments, a flash looking white two seater sports model drew up alongside me. An attractive woman leaned out of the window and asked in an upper class voice “is anything the matter, young man?”.
She was in her mid-thirties with an oval face, a slender nose and a plentiful mouth with thickish lips. Her hair was drawn back under a head scarf and she wore a large pair of dark sunglasses with round lenses. From what I could see of her body, she was well endowed and wore a khaki coloured top.
I told that I was tired and thirsty after walking around the borders of Bristlingdown Manor all day. “Well hop in and I’ll take you somewhere you can rest and have something to drink” she told me. I accepted and went around to get into the passenger seat.
As I got in, I noticed she wore a tight short khaki skirt that had hitched up so much that I could see her stockings and suspenders. What an incredibly sexy sight, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Dark green high heeled shoes leading to slender ankles sheathed in Khaki coloured stockings running up long shapely legs. Dark green stocking tops surrounded her thick middle thighs from which white suspenders ran over plenty of upper thigh before disappearing under her short skirt. I had never expected to see a woman wearing stockings and suspenders in a real life situation, yet here was one showing the lot. My dick stiffen in arousal. “I’m Lady Helen Windthorpe, and you are?” she asked. “Bobby Priest”. As she drove, her large boobs, at least a 42DD, bounced around inside her top in an erotic manner that made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I didn’t know where to look, her bouncing breasts or her sexy legs. Whenever she pressed the clutch pedal the thickness of her thigh flexed into solid looking muscle. For some reason I found the sight very sexy. She must have noticed me looking because she told me “I ride and train horses you know. That’s how I keep in shape and keep my legs strong”. She smiled as I turned red in embarrassment. “How old are you, Bobby?” she asked. “Fourteen” I replied. “Do you have a girlfriend?”. “ur not at the moment”, “what a big bulge you have in your trousers. Well I will have to see to that won’t I?”. I could hardly believe what she just said. My heart started to pound in anticipation. I think she wants me to bonk her, oh yes please I’d loved to get my hands on those incredibly sexy legs and those big boobs. Maybe she is one of these nymphomaniacs Superrod Johnson keeps telling me about and she’ll do it all night long!.
She pulled into an isolated large detached house and parked the car. I got out of the car and walked around the front waiting for her to lead the way. She got out of the car and unfolded to about 6’5”. Her legs are indeed long with strong outer thigh muscles. She walked to the steps at the front of the house and started climbing the steps. Her calves were long, shapely and muscular. When she climbed diamonds of muscle of her calves bunched and relaxed. I found the sight quite erotic. The muscle at the back of her upper leg also bulged with shapely sexy muscle.
We entered the house and she led me to a kitchen that was probably bigger than my living room at home. She sat me down at a table and got me something to eat and drink. She sat down on the table top next to where I was sitting, her skirt riding up to show her stocking tops. What a distraction, I couldn’t help but look, my dick getting harder all the time. She removed her shades and scarf letting her long light brown hair to tumble down her back. She leant across to pour herself a drink, her large breasts swinging freely inside her top inches from my face. My erection was now a tent throbbing within my trousers.
She sat up straight again and as she drank, she watched me with a knowing smile on her face. Had she done that on purpose?. My suspicions were confirmed when she finished her drink and slid along the table top to sit in front of me legs apart. I’m positive that she had made her skirt ride up further on purpose for I could see her long sexy stockinged legs all the way up to her crotch. I nearly creamed myself when I saw that she wasn’t wearing any knickers. Filled with lust, I wanted her badly. I reached out and grabbed those gorgeous legs. “Oh god, you’ve got incredibly sexy legs” I impulsively told her as I ran my hands up and down her legs. “I really want you” I told her marvelling over the contrast between the silky fabric of her stockings and the soft warm feel of her upper thighs. “Like father like son” she said, as I wondered what she meant she raised her legs out of my hands and rested her calves upon my shoulders. Her hairy snatch was presented in front of me, where else could I look?, my dick was really straining painfully against my trousers.
“Do you want to make love to me?” she asked softly. “Oh yes, please, please” I quickly replied. “You are of course under-age?” she said. “Please, please, I won’t tell” I begged. “Let us play a little game. If you win, I let you have me. If I win, you satisfy me” she told me. I wasn’t really sure what she meant, it sounded good either way!. With that she moved forward and wrapped her thighs around my neck. I raised my hands and felt her stocking clad thighs, boy did they feel sexy.
As I caressed her legs she asked “Do you know what an amazon is?”. I started to answer “Yeah, they’re those warrior babes who fought the ancient Greeks aren’t agggh!!”. Her thighs bulged and turned to steel under my hands as her leg muscles crushed inward on my neck so tight that I could not breath. I could not even breath through my nose as her legs had constricted the air passages in my throat so much. Strange horrible strangled noises sound from my mouth as I struggle in vain to breath. Loudly she berated me “You never use foul Americanisms in my presence. You will speak proper English you lower class scum. Understand?”. With that she shook my head from side to side while iron clad slabs of strong feminine muscle maintained their deadly grip. “Understand?” she repeated. I tried to speak but all I heard was a strangled croak. She released the pressure slightly which was just as well as I was starting to feel very dizzy through the lack of air.
I tried to gulp in air, but could only do so in short shallow bursts since she still had a strong grip on my neck which prevented my taking deeper breaths. “Do you think women today can show amazon ideals?” she asked. “you what?” I asked. She tensed her legs once more, I thought that she would not only crush my throat but take my head off as well. I grasped uselessly at her legs trying to prise them apart to get some air. Desperately I struggled, but in the process knocked over my chair making things worse as my body added its weight to my trapped neck. My vision blurred and blackened. Still she maintained her relentless grip around my neck. I no longer had the energy to fight back, my arms and legs were limp and weak. Just as I felt as if I was about to black out, she relaxed her legs. Frantically I breathed in quickly as though I had just been underwater for five minutes and had come up for air.
“Do you concede or do you want to play some more?” she asked. I was no longer interested in sex, I just wanted to get the hell out of there so still gasping for air I told her “you win ... you win”. “Have you heard of oral sex?” she asked. I remembered Superrod boasting of how girls would do anything to give him a blow job, it sounded great. The thought of this woman licking my dick re-awakened it in anticipation. “Oh yes please” I replied keenly reaching down to undo my trousers. She tensed her legs again and then relaxed once she knew she had my attention. “No no silly boy, like this”.
She grabbed my head and moving forward on the table she pulled my face right up against her crotch. “Lick it you common piece of dirt” she demanded. I wasn’t sure what to do or whether I liked it. Her fanny filled my vision, her hairs irritating my lips and her smell filled my nostrils. It also wasn’t that easy to breathe with her sex in my face. Suddenly her thighs turned to steel as she squeezed down hard. My head was under awesome pressure and involuntary my hands went to her legs. I was shocked to feel her quads bulge huge with sheer power. My cheekbones and jaw felt like they would explode at any second and I screamed in agony. My cries were muffled by her crotch. I heard her moan “ohhh yes” and relax her frightening grip. “Start licking commoner or I’ll crush your skull the next time” she told me. I didn’t need to be told twice. Not really knowing what I was suppose to do, I started licking away.
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