My Filly

My Filly
 
I am at the races, the Sun is shinning warm and bright, I've got no time for horses, there's a filly in my sights  
 
She is so very beautiful with makeup and flawless skin, I cant take my eyes off her, my mind wanders off to sin.
 
I want to get closer, see her racing style and form, but she's with a crowd of people I guess that is the norm
 
All the gorgeous people, the rich men and the stars, often frequent race tracks or hang around in bars.
 
I start to mingle with her crowd, we cheer her horses win, I smile at her and she smiles back, I'm hoping that I'm in.
 
We share a glass of cold Champagne, it was the first I've had, I sipped like it's nothing, my acting was so bad.
 
Then I felt her grab my hand, I knew she wasn't fooled, "wow up close your stunning" I'm sure I must have drooled.
 
Following like a dog, hoping for a treat or bone, she led me to a quite spot, so we could be alone.
 
She raised up her designer dress, she wore no underwear, "get your cock just get it out I want it stuck in there".
 
She pushed her arse up in the air, her cheeks, she pulled them wide, I wet my tip and found her hole, I pushed it deep inside.
 
I'm balls deep in a super model, or at least she's super rich, "fuck me hard" she began to moan "Treat me like a bitch"
 
I began to pound her, full gallop was my speed, reach round to her cunt, satisfying all her needs
 
My fingers strummed her soaking cunt, her I felt no sign of hair, I felt her juice run freely, I'm a Stallion on his Mare
 
My cock was slamming up her arse, she tried to push me back, but I was tight up close to her no room, no sign of slack.
 
This posh woman likes it dirty, the filthier the better, the harder I shoved it up her, it just made her wetter
 
I began to feel the sudden urge, it's time to shoot my bolt, she reached around and held me firm, there seems no need to halt.
 
I feel my spunk go up her, she pulled away real quick, she dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock, it got a little lick.
 
She reorganised her outfit, she tieded up makeup and her hair, she walked away with no goodbye, she simply didnt care.
 
I pulled up my trousers, got a tissue for my cock, I better get to the book makers, i can make the Three O'clock  
 
I've been given a real hot tip, from a trainer who's name is horsey Willy, he tells me of a dead cert, The name is Model Fillie.
 
Well that must be an omen, I've just had me one of those, at 5 to 1 the odds are good I have £100.00 on the nose.
 
 
Ron