His Mistress

As I sat in my study, the warm fire lightly crackling and bringing a blissful light to the castle-like room as I sipped my licorice tea, I saw out of the corner of my eye, my dearest mistress. She had let her mane down after her bath; the moist, long hair only adding to her tremendous beauty. Her tail hung in much of the same way, but was much drier than her beautiful, multi-colored mane and was combed thoroughly from the looks of it. I'm still glad I bought her that stainless steel, 1000 tooth comb.

I sat there in my black and burnt orange robe, staring deeply into the crackling warmth. I did my damnedest not to hint that I caught her entrance, and by the light sounds of her hooves gently clopping toward me, it seemed to be going smoothly.

"Master," I heard her speak softly to me, "I bathed just for you."

I turned to her, a gentle, slight smile along my face as I gazed into her beautiful, night sky eyes. Her gaze met mine shortly after, and as I brought my free hand behind her head to guide her toward mine, we engaged in an eager and lustful kiss.

But it ended shortly as it began, or at least it felt as if it was short. My clock indicated that two full minutes and seventeen seconds had passed when I glanced at it.

I turned my head to see my still wet mistress flap her wings gently, hovering in front of me and between my spread legs. I saw her horn light up and felt her magic as she removed my robe with a devilish grin on her face and a blush so deep you would have thought her coat was red. Shortly after, I felt her magic grip my balls, and that is when I decided to set my tea down.

As my cock grew in front of the little pony princess that was my mistress, I sighed in satisfaction and arousal. Her eyes told he she was as happy as a school-filly, and the drool around her cute mouth told me she was lustfully hungry. As she finished and succeeded in producing my towering erection, she looked up at me, waiting for my approval.

I nodded with my gentle smile.

Mere moments later, I felt her nuzzle my cock. I closed my eyes and let the relaxation and pleasure rush through my veins. I opened my left eye slightly as she gave my cock a long, soaking wet lick. I almost moaned, but kept my composure. I was rewarded with her snout pressing against my urethral, and her taking a deep whiff.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as my musky scent overtook her sensors. She absentmindedly lolled her tongue out and wrapped it around my cockhead, guiding into her warm and tight mouth that was ever so soft and exhausting her heavy breath.

I twitched slightly as I felt her take my entire head inside her muzzle. Her tongue was swirling around my tip, and she had no intention of pulling off of my pleasure pillar. She slid down with gracefulness and looked up at me with her cutest stare. I could feel her drooling copious amounts of saliva around my mare maker, and I soon felt her take me into her throat.

As she held my cock deep within her throat, I let my left hand rest on the back of her head, scratching behind her ears and stroking her silky mane. I started to breath heavily as I felt her start to suck on my cock like a foal does a teat, except without any teeth to assist in the feeding process.

She stared up at me with a gaze that could only mean, "Thank you, Master." It was something that stirred me on as I nodded to her again, and she slowly rose from my cock. I let out the manliest grunt I could possibly conjure, and still made it in the fit of pleasure. She then descended as soon as she reached my tip again.

She began her slow rhythm of oral pleasing, rising and falling upon my scepter like it was her precious life source, careful not to damage it and breathing so heavily through her nose I thought she might suffocate. Her drool pooled around my crotch and seeped down onto my leather chair, soaking her muzzle as she took my full length with every decent.

After minutes of her attempting to gag herself on my cock and her moaning in blissful pleasure and I pulled on her mane, I was close. I tapped her gently with one finger on her withers. she looked up at me, mid-decent, with a look that mixed disappointment and happiness perfectly. I knew she hated stopping, especially when she got herself seemingly addicted to the feeling of having her master's meat log lodged down her throat, but I also knew that she enjoyed my jizz like it was spring water.

She rose off of my cock, opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out slowly, and closed her eyes. Her horn lit up with her bright, purple magic as she stroked me to my climax. I grunted again as I felt my seed surge through my cock, spraying out in long, thick, musky ropes.

The first rope landed across her muzzle and slightly into her mane. The second across her left eye. Pointing my cock a little better, she got the next few ropes in her mouth and let go of it with her magic as my last large ropes coated her face.

She licked what she could from her muzzle before opening her eyes and looking up at me. She then opened her mouth again, showing me the copious amount of cum that had pooled in that warm orifice, and then pushed her tongue back, swallowing my seed in a low gulp.

"Thank you for dessert, Master!" She said gleefully; her face still a mess and her nose constantly inhaling my scent.

Without further ado, I brought her upon my lap as she rested her body in the crook of my left arm. I finished my tea before long, and as I held her relaxed body close to mine, I got up and started walking to my chambers.

"Now it's time for the main event."