Miss H pops her head around the door and calls out to me “Felix I’m just going out for a quick canter. I’ll be an hour or so”. I hear the sound of her riding boots on the marble hallway as she walks off toward the stables and I turn back to my paperwork. After 10 minutes or so, I have two letters ready to go, just awaiting Miss H’s signature. I check the clock and notice that there is only 30 minutes before the postman comes to pick up the mail for the day. No chance of meeting today’s post then, unless I can catch her before she actually leaves. I haven’t heard the horse yet, so there may still be a chance.

I quickly slip the letters into a folder and pick up a pen before running out to the stables. As I enter, I can hear heavy breathing and a distinctive slurping sound. I quietly make my way towards the sound coming from one of the stalls. There is a knot hole in the wall of the stall, and I look through to see Phil, one of the stable hands, looking towards the ceiling with a look of absolute bliss on his face. As my gaze drops, I can see Miss H on her knees in front of him, her blouse open and her full round tits pulled up over her bra. She has one hand cupping his balls, and the other slowly stroking a massive hard on – he is huge, at least 9 inches and an impressive girth. Her tongue is flicking over the head of his cock, and occasionally she places her mouth over the head for a little suck. She stops for a moment, takes a deep breath and then pushes her head down over his shaft, about half way. She pulls back up and spits on his cock, and rubs her saliva over it to lubricate it. Again, she pushes her head down and swallows getting a little further this time. Miss H gags slightly, pulls back again, spits some more and rubs the liquid all over his shaft. Another deep breath, and this time the whole thing disappears down into her throat. I can only stare in admiration as she pulls back a bit and goes back down on his member, her tongue licking his balls. She holds him there for a moment and the pulls back and gasps for breath, before starting to lick and suck his cock again. Her nipples are standing erect, and I long to go in and suck on them. My hand wanders down to my groin, and I start to massage my rapidly awaking cock, eyes securely fixed on Miss H and the stable hand. I continue to watch as she wraps her big juicy tits around his prick and massages his shaft with them, slowly rising and falling, and licking the tip of his dick as she descends. She tweaks and pulls at her nipples as she pushes her bosoms together on either side of his cock. Once more she takes his shaft all the way down her throat and, as he moans out loud in ecstasy, she starts to pump his cock in her throat. I can see one hand move down to slip inside her jodhpurs and rub her clit, while the other works away, squeezing and teasing a teat. I unzip my trousers and free up my manhood – a bit of penis envy strikes as Miss H disgorges his huge member, but I take hold of myself and start a slow wank, just squeezing slightly on the head with each stroke. Meanwhile, Miss H has taken Phil’s cock between her breasts again, just sucking the tip of his knob as she reaches the bottom of each stroke. After a couple of minutes, she stops.
“Lie down”, she orders him.
He obeys, his dick sticking straight up into the air. Miss H, unzips her jodhpurs and pulls them down as far as she can. She pulls aside her white g-string and with a little difficulty squats facing him and guides his cock into her soaking pussy.

Felix, you disgusting little bastard…..I will have to remove the rest of your story to the safety of my members area. Miss Hybrid

Continued in Miss Hybrid Members area……..

Or should I work in my garden?

Its a beautiful, sunny, cold day.

I have a choice.

Log fire and porn film or planting vegetables.

Get the matches Lucy. x

Watching my ducks fuck.

If on the ice the girl gets flattened and slides all over.

If the ice breaks she gets dunked. The rough old bastard grabs her head and holds her under the water while he fucks her.

Oh to be a duck xx

Being Miss Hybrid’s PA can, on occasion be pain in the backside – quite literally, especially when you miss some of the finer details.

I had arranged a business lunch for Miss H and a couple of associates. All the food had been arranged, fine wines and a rather excellent vintage port to finish off. I missed sparkling mineral water from the order, and only got still. Lucy had to apologise when one of the lunch guests requested sparkling water, and by the way that Miss H looked at me over the table, I knew that I was in trouble.

Lunch seemed to take an absolute age as I knew that I was not going to get away with it, and was wondering what sort of punishment in store for me. At last the guests were sent on their way and Miss H just turned to look at me and crooked her index finger beckoning me to follow. “Oh Shit!”, I thought as she descended the staircase into the dungeon.

“Remove all of your clothes”, she commands.
I remove my jacket, and hang it in the corner, before turning away and start unbuttoning my shirt.
“Face me”, she says angrily, “I want to see the shame in your face for embarrassing me and Lucy like that”.

It is only then that I notice Lucy standing there in her maid’s uniform holding a riding crop.
I turn back towards her and continue to remove my shirt. I take off my shoes and socks, balling up the socks and placing them carefully into the shoes. I unfasten my trousers and let them fall to the floor, before pulling down my boxers. I step out of my trousers and boxers and pile them up with my shirt.

Miss H approaches me and places a collar and lead around my neck. With a quick tug, on the leash, she leads me to the leather covered bench in the middle of the room. She bends me over it and takes hold of my arms which she pulls straight out in front of me before cuffing my wrists to the bench. My legs are then pulled apart and by feet manacled to the bench legs. My head is forced backwards to that I am looking along the bench towards my cuffed hands, and the leash is removed.

“Keep looking ahead, just like that”, says Miss H.

Miss H and Lucy come into view now. Miss H starts to remove her stark business suit to reveal a black half cup basque with build in suspenders for the stockings she is wearing, and a pair of black crotchless panties. Lucy removes her uniform. She is wearing exactly the same thing as Miss H, but in white. My cock has decided, at this stage, to make itself known to me, by starting to get hard. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but in the position I was, it was very uncomfortable as I was jammed up against the bench, and unable to free my manhood to enable it to stand proud. They can both see the affect that they have had on me and Miss H takes Lucy by the chin and kisses her deeply, mouths both wide open. Sometimes they separate slightly so that I can see their tongues intertwined like a couple of mating snakes. Lucy now moves her hand down onto Miss H’s crotch and starts rubbing at her clit with one finger. Miss H reciprocates, and moves down to take one of Lucy’s nipples into her mouth. My cock is now feeling like it’s going to explode, cramped as it is against the desk, unable to straighten up. They separate; Lucy picks up the crop, and disappears from my view. Miss H comes closer towards me, and I can smell the sex from her loins.

“Now”, she says calmly, “how many strokes do you think you deserve for that faux pas at lunch?”
“Two”, I say hopefully.
“No. At least twelve”, says Lucy, “I was really embarrassed”.
“Yes”, agrees Miss H, “twelve it is. Six on each cheek”.
Miss H then straddles the bench, keeping just inches from my face, and orders Lucy to start.
“Begin”.
I hear the swish of the crop as Lucy thrashes it around to get a feel for it, and then THWACK, a searing pain shoots through my left butt cheek, and I cry out.
“Keep quiet!”,Miss H tells me, “Any more strokes that are accompanied by your whinging will result in the stroke not being counted”.
THWACK. I bite down and attempt to make no noise. “That’s Two”, says Lucy.
THWACK. My cock has now subsided and tries to crawl up inside me. “Three”
THWACK. I try and ignore the pain, and concentrate on the bald pussy just inches from my face. “Four”
THWACK. Miss H rubs her clit as I squirm in pain. “Five”
THWACK. She rubs harder and I can see the juices starting to escape from her lips. “Six”
THWACK. I am starting to get turned on again, the pain turning to pleasure. “Seven”
THWACK. Two fingers now slip inside her moist cunt. “Eight”
THWACK. My cock starts to harden again, even with the stinging in by buttocks. “Nine”
THWACK. A third finger joins the other two, and Miss H starts to move her hand faster. “Ten”
THWACK. The pain now seems to have been suppressed and only pleasure remains. “Eleven”
THWACK. I let out a groan as I try to free my trapped tackle. “That one doesn’t count”, Lucy declares, “he made a noise”.
THWACK. I can smell Miss H so close, but am unable to do anything about it. “That’s the last one”.

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I have moved the rest of his disgusting filth into my members bog.

Miss Hybrid