The Horsie Game

💬 “This one was inspired by a naughty request from one of you. They wanted a little ‘horsie game’ between a girl and her step-uncle… and well, I couldn’t resist turning it into a full ride. Here’s your filth, enjoy.” -`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´--`♡´- Her parents had gone away for a short trip, leaving the house strangely quiet. Sia hadn’t expected any visitors that day, so when the doorbell rang and she opened it to find her step-uncle standing there with his easy smile, she blinked in surprise. “Uncle? I didn’t know you were coming.” “Just thought I’d drop by,” he said, stepping inside. “Your mom mentioned I should visit sometime. Didn’t realize they weren’t home.” “They’re out of town,” she said, shrugging. “It’s just me here.” Something flickered in his eyes at that, but he only gave a small nod as he sat down on the couch. They talked casually for a while, the room filling with a comfortable familiarity. Silence stretched for a moment before she tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Uncle… I’m bored.” He raised a brow. “And what do you expect me to do about that?” She leaned forward, voice sweet as sugar. “Do you remember the horsie game we used to play before?” He stiffened immediately, the smile faltering. “…That was years ago. You’re too old for that now.” His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck straining. “That… that wouldn’t be appropriate Sia.” Sia curled her lips in an innocent little smile. “Please, Uncle. Just once. For old times’ sake.” He sighed, rubbing a hand across his jaw, torn between refusal and temptation. Finally, his voice came out hoarse as he leaned back on the couch. “Alright. Just for a little.” Her heart gave a secret, victorious skip as she moved closer. Her grin widened. She straddled his lap quickly, knees pressing into the cushions, her shorts riding up as she settled over him. She bounced lightly, hands resting on his shoulders, giggling. “See? she said, giggling like a child but pressing down just enough that her soft ass rubbed over his lap. “ Just like riding a horse.” His voice came hoarse, low. “…Yeah.” Sia tilted her hips, sliding lower with every bounce until the soft heat between her thighs pressed directly against his lap. His cock stirred, thickening beneath his pants. She shifted again, sliding lower, until her damp pussy pressed directly over the bulge in his pants. Sia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued to grind against him, her laughter turning into soft moans. Her breath caught, her body shivering with delight. She bit her lip, pretending not to notice his cock straining beneath her. Each bounce dragged her clothed swollen clit against him, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could see the bulge in his pants, growing with each bounce, and it sent a thrill through her, the forbidden nature of it all only made her want to push further. She ground against him, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her eyes locked onto his. His face was a mask of tension, his jaw clenched, and his eyes dark with desire. Her lips parted, but she kept the game up. “It feels so real this time, Uncle… like I’m actually riding.” He groaned. “You should… stop that.” But she only ground harder, heat soaking through her thin shorts, leaving a damp patch over his crotch. His hand twitched, then finally gripped her waist. “Why Uncle?” she whispered, feigning confusion, “am I doing it wrong? Show me…” He cursed under his breath, “I think Game is over” She gasped softly, pretending to be hurt, but her hips rolled shamelessly. “I wanted to play longer… You don’t like it?” She shivered, eyes fluttering shut, grinding harder. His cock was rock hard now, straining against his pants, desperate for release. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts, the dampness seeping through, leaving a telltale patch on his jeans. She ground against him, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both innocent and incredibly seductive. She could feel the wetness of her arousal seeping through her shorts, the damp patch growing larger with each roll of her hips. Uncle's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her in place as she continued to grind against him. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it escaped her in a soft, breathy sound. His control slipped another inch. He groaned, pressing her down against his hard cock, her soaked shorts clinging to her swollen folds. “Turn around,” he said hoarsely, “face the other way. It’ll be more fun.” She smirked but pretended confusion, then obeyed, swinging her legs around so her ass faced him. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his knees. Her movement made her shorts ride higher, baring more of her creamy thighs. His breathing turned ragged. He exhaled sharply. In mean time, before she could sit on his lap again, he freed his cock as he held his shaft pressing it flat against his abdomen. As she sat back she gasped. She licked her lips, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Sia's eyes widened as she felt the thick, hot length of his cock pressing against her. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and her body responded instantly, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She shifted her hips, grinding up and down against his shaft, her damp shorts now clinging to her like a second skin. Her wetness smeared through her shorts as she rocked over his bare hard cock. Her breath hitched. He was right there, so hard beneath her, and the contact made her moan softly. He bit out a curse, one hand gripping her hip, the other brushing over her thigh as though he couldn’t help himself. Her shorts rode up with every movement, baring the curve of her ass. The wet patch on her panties was obvious now as she continued her grinding. Uncle's hand moved higher, his fingers tracing the edge of her shorts. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his fingers rubbing her ass. She arched her back slightly, pressing her ass against his hand, silently begging for more. She bounced now, the blunt head rubbing against her slit with every roll of her hips. She smirked, still feigning ignorance, and kept bouncing. His hand gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her movements. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes locked onto the sight of her ass bouncing over his cock. The sight of her, so young and innocent, yet so eager and wanton, drove him wild. He gripped her hips harder. “How about variation? Take those off. Now.” She shivered, her core pulsing. “Clothes off…?” “Your shorts. And panties. Don’t turn—just take them off.” Her hands trembled as she obeyed, sliding them down her thighs and kicking them aside. Sia's breath hitched as she felt the cool air against her bare skin, her drenched folds now exposed to the room's chill. Then she lowered herself back onto him, naked and dripping, grinding on the thick shaft he held it steady down. The sensation was electric, her slick heat enveloping him, her clit pulsing with every deliberate roll of her hips. She could feel the veins of his cock, hard and unyielding, pressing against her most sensitive spot. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through her Her head tipped back, a moan spilling free. “Mmm… this version is even better,” Her folds spread around him, sliding wetly along his shaft as she ground down. Every time her clit rubbed to his hard cock, she moaned helplessly, shivering. “This is… such a good game,” she whispered breathlessly. “Yes,” he growled, dragging her down harder, his cock slipping between her folds, smearing wetness along every ridge. He ran his hands over her smooth skin, feeling the curve of her cheeks, the softness of her flesh. He could feel her clit, swollen and hard, pressing against his cock. He wanted to touch it, to rub it until she came, but he held back, wanting to prolong the pleasure. She moaned, her hips moving faster, her body grinding against his. She wanted him to fuck her, to make her come. She wanted him to take her, to claim her as his own. She couldn’t hold her act anymore. She twisted, facing him, eyes glazed with lust. In one swift move, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down, inch by inch, until he filled her to the hilt. Her cry echoed in the empty house. His head fell back, a guttural sound escaping his throat as he gripped her hips. She could feel every inch of him, the heat of his skin searing against her own, the veins pulsing beneath her. She gasped, her body trembling as she adjusted to the intrusion. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, as she began to move. Slowly at first, her hips rising and falling, her pussy clenching around his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down her spine. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. "Gosh…So tight" he growled, his voice thick with desire. He began to thrust up hard, meeting her downstrokes, fucking into her with raw hunger, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound., the couch shaking beneath them. Sia cried out, clinging to him, still playing at innocence through broken moans. “Uncle… it’s the best horsie game ever—” “Fuck,” he groaned, slamming into her, voice rough with years of held-back desire. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you?” Her answer was only a whimper as she rode him harder, his cock hitting deep. His mouth finally crashing to hers in a desperate, bruising kiss, while his hands pushed under her top, palming her breasts, rolling her nipples until she sobbed into his lips. His hands were everywhere, roaming over her body, squeezing her ass, pinching her nipples until she was a writhing, desperate mess. Her thighs burned as she rode him, bouncing faster, sweat already prickling her skin, her walls clenching his thick cock. His hands dug into her waist, guiding her rhythm, his cock sliding deep inside with every thrust. Sia’s voice cracked between moans, but she still clung to the game. “Uncle… my horse is too wild… it’s going to throw me off—” “Fuck,” he growled, slamming up into her so hard she gasped. “You’ll stay on. You hear me? You’re not going anywhere.” Her head fell back, hair sticking to her flushed face, her moans echoing through the empty house. His cock drove into her over and over, hitting that spot that made her legs tremble. She leaned forward, her hands pressing into his chest, her breasts rubbing against his shirt. Her body aching for more. She ground down harder, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She whimpered, clawing at his chest. “It’s… it’s too much… the horsie’s too strong—ahh!” His lips brushed her ear, voice rough, guttural. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To feel you. To fuck you like this. You’re mine now.” She shivered, body clenching around him at those words. Her hips bucked harder, desperate, chasing the release that threatened to break her apart. “Uncle… I-I can’t… it’s coming—” “Good. Cum on my cock.” He thrust up sharply, again and again, each stroke deeper, harder, making her cry out. “Show me how much you love this game.” He leaned forward, his lips finding hers in a fierce kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hips moving in sync with his. Sia's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving marks as she clung to him. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. Her body snapped—tight, trembling, a wave of pleasure crashing through her. She screamed his name, grinding helplessly as her orgasm tore through her, soaking his cock with her wetness. The sight and feel of her falling apart sent him over the edge. He grabbed her ass, pulled her down flush. He keeps pulling her down harder, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her cry out. He was fucking her like a wild animal and roared as he came, his cock pulsing, spilling hot inside her. She collapsed against his chest, still shaking, both of them breathless and sticky with sweat. After a long silence, she whispered with a shaky laugh, still playing the game. “Best horsie ride ever…” His lips curved against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “You’ve got no idea. We’re playing this game again.” Her nails raked across his chest as he flipped her onto the couch, slamming into her over and over. Her cries bounced off the walls, each thrust making her wetter, louder, needier. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Comment/DM if you have a fantasy in your mind and wants me to write it for you) Insta: @amirae_writes Follow on Wattpad for more: @amirae007