The Horse Whisperer by Kevin

I've found some of the best deals with so many things on Craigslist, many of them for free, without my even asking. As though my presence somehow compels the giving nature in others, to give in, to me.

A category I frequently peruse is clothing. Once in a while I'll go for a listing which has a few items listed, but what I really keep one eye open for are the bulk purchases. Such is the situation last Summer, whereupon I found my eyes gazing on an ad detailing 200+ items of Jr.'s clothing, with a purchase price for the lot being $200. Fair enough, I thought, provided I can use everything.

I replied to the ad, mentioning that I was interested, but wasn't willing to buy anything sight unseen. I also informed the advertiser I only dealt in cash and had the day at my disposal. The advertiser (no surprise) was a woman, telling me of her hectic schedule as she had a newborn at home and also had to pick a friend up at the airport that day. I wrote back, asking what time she thought might work best for her...her reply was that 3:00 would be fine. She also asked if I was interested in the clothes for my wife or girlfriend, informing me that she was fine with both of us going to her home.

To that, I revealed some of my nature, in advising that the clothes were for me. I told her that, while I look and act like a masculine guy, I also appreciate the feminine side of myself, and find women's clothes much more comforting on my body. She was ecstatic in the reply to that e-mail, letting me know that her best friend was a drag queen who she helped from time to time with make-up before her shows. I let her know then that I didn't consider myself to be a drag queen, along with not feeling there was anything wrong with anyone who identified as such (Seinfeld helps in life.)

At this time, I told her I'd likely buy more things, given the opportunity to try things on. I was simply being honest. She was totally cool with that and she supplied me with her address outside of Ballston Spa. We agreed on the time, and I was on my way.

She had told me that if she wasn't home when I got there, her husband would be - but she wouldn't be too far off in getting there. She told me her husband knew about all of the info we exchanged; everything about me, and was cool with it.

As it turned out, I arrived at her home to find she wasn't there - only the hubby. He was a little older than me, and through talking with his wife I knew she was in her early 20's, that they met on the horse riding circuit - hey - whatever gets you off - I'm not judging.

I'm not, but he was. He told me she'd be along shortly without inviting me in, then said he had to feed the horses "out yonder." Fucking Kenny Chesney wanna-be, I wanted to drop-kick him out of the sheer insult he was vibing to the country western set (not that I believe that's a tough thing to do.)

His lovely wife rolled up their crushed gravel driveway moments later, practically leaping out of the 4 x 4 elevated F150 and running at me with arms outstretched. Her friend was equally perky, and for chicks in Wrangler jeans with cowboy boots and halter tops - no complaints on my end. Actually, my end was awakening.

She led me into the house while her friend put the baby in a bassinet; through the master bedroom and into the jacuzzi/bathroom, where she had the stock-pile of clothes all laid out. She began showing me individual garments, excitedly talking fast, yet detailing an individual story for almost everything she produced. I took all of this in, smirking - telling her I could only hope to have so many wonderful times in the clothes, having them ellicit the same feelings for me. She flashed a sweet smile, letting me know she'd just be in the other room if I needed help with anything, adding "take your time."

I was taking my time, but I was down to business. Within a 1/2 hour I had whittled the lot down to roughly 40 items. At the same time she knocked on the door, asking if everything was OK, or if I might need help with anything. Again - just being honest - I let her know that I loved a little Delilah's sun-dress, but was hesitant in adding it into my purchases as I couldn't zipper it up on my own. She then just asked if I was decent, and after hearing I was, the door burst open.

Yes, I was decent - back in my some-what male clothes consisting of a t-shirt and exercise capris. She told me to lose the clothes if I had any hope of getting into the dress, and then began pulling my t-shirt off. I wasn't shocked, but was a little concerned, her being married along with her friend being in the house. I asked about this, as I didn't care for the prospect of being rushed out of the house in an unzipped sun-dress by Kenny and his double barrel. She told me there was nothing to worry about, that her and her gf were lovers, and Kenny was just a guy, someone to provide her with shelter and security while she raised her daughter - he just happened to be the father of the baby. She also told me he'd be busy for hours with the horses; they bred and sold them for a living.

What else could I do? I stepped into the dress and pulled the straps over my shoulders. Without saying anything, she embraced me, face to face, asking if I was really gay. My reply - "ummm...no, I'm really not - what gave you that impression?"

That smile I innocently noticed earlier had returned to her lips, but those same lips were now widening, and a very taught tongue was now protruding. It captured my lower lip and playfully toyed with it before plunging into my mouth. At the same time, I felt the zipper of my dress being pulled up with one of her hands, while the other hand was firmly grasping one of my cheeks.

She began laughing, telling me how much she adored guys like me, just never found one to be with. Turning serious, she then asked if I enjoyed blow-jobs from girls. As if I even needed to reply...but as I was about to, I felt my thong being pulled aside, and a cold finger invading me. I quivered at the touch, and she held me with the arm she had just used to zip me up, asking "is everything all right, baby? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

I let her know that she wasn't; quite the opposite. As she continued to finger fuck my tight ass, she dropped to her knees, bowing her head down at the same time. She then lifter her head up so it was partially concealed with the hem of my tiny dress, then told me to get ready. and I thought I was ready, but she added another finger to the mix while curving the one already inside of me, causing me to lean over backwards in mild ecstasy. Luckily, her shower stall doors held my body.

She then gave me one of the best blow jobs I had, pausing in the duration to remind me she was going to make me swallow my share of the load, telling me "that's part of the deal." Like anything was going to be a deal breaker at this point.

I came heavily, we kissed, swallowed, and her friend told me we made a cute couple - she was filming all along.

Embarrassed, I got out of the sundress and into the clothes I wore. She asked me if there was something wrong - I didn't know what to say - I felt like fleeing. It was then that they let me know the film was just for them, they wouldn't do anything with it besides watching it together to get themselves warmed up, once in a while. She wondered whether or not I was still interested in the clothes, and when I told her I was - she just gave me everything.

I had brought along a large gym bag, and she and her friend carefully folded everything and placed them in the bag for me. I was given a cold glass of iced tea to wash my own cum down, and told they were so glad to have met me, that we'd be spending many fun times together.

I left at this time and began walking down the sidewalk to my truck. Her husband came galloping up on one of the steeds, looking at me a little odd. He tipped his hat, then tied the horse up the the rail. I approached, acting in awe of the horse; asking how a fine specimen such as that animal could be justly kept from the public domain, wondering why it wasn't in races for others to enjoy its natural beauty and talent. He told me that the horse in question was simply his, not up for sale or barter, or to be used for anything except his own will - not to be shared. He dis-mounted and walked away, but not before looking back at me.

I couldn't resist - I stroked the horse's mane, then leaned into him, telling him what a sweet little cocksucker his Mistress was. He neighed in agreement. "Master" once more looked back, shaking his head.

Sorry, Kenny - she had it coming.