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We were holidaying in Australia from
America. The Melbourne Cup was on. My friend, Melissa, was keen to
go.
'I didn't come all the way down
here to go and watch a horse race?' I said.
'We can do that at home.'
'This isn't just a horse race. It's
the biggest event of the year. People from all over the world come
down. It's the place to be seen.'
'Yeah, yeah. Okay, but I'm not
spending a fortune on dressing up.'
We found an opportunity shop in
Ascot Vale. We dug up some outrages clothes, complementing the
outfit with ridiculous looking hats. We looked hilarious and I
decided maybe it would be fun after all.
The racetrack was crowded with
glamorous looking women and handsome men. We met a group of
backpackers, who were staying at the same hostel we were. They
were dressed in clothing much worse than ours. We decided to hook
up with them.
The whole atmosphere was electric.
One of the guys from Germany, Carl, offered to show me around. He
was cute so I went along.
'See this horse,' he said as they
were being led around. 'Came all the way from Ireland. It's going
to win.'
'Handsome looking animal,' I said.
'How do you know it's going to win? Everyone says that about the
horse they back.'
'My brother works as a stable hand
in Ireland. Told me it's a sure thing. I'm putting $1,000 on it.'
'You're nuts,' I said. 'What if it
looses.'
'It won't,' he said confidently.
He must be loaded. I looked at him
more closely. Backpackers were generally poor. I wondered if he
was really wealthy and was just hanging out with the others to see
how the other half live. I couldn't tell one way or the other. He
was well tanned with a good build. Either he worked out in the gym
everyday or he was a landscape gardner. Bit short for my liking
but hey, can't have everything now, can you.
'The race will be starting soon.
Let's go down near the fence so we can get a better view.'
It was packed down there. There
weather was hot and being squashed in the crowd was unbearable. He
stood behind me, allowing me to get a better look. I could feel a
bulge in his crotch. Not bad!
'Keep your fingers crossed for my
horse,' he yelled in my ear.
The crowd pushed and shoved. I felt
a hand on the inside of my thigh. Cheeky bugger I thought. Up it
went, until it reached my g-string. His strong fingers roamed
around pulling them out of the way. Part of me wanted him to stop,
but the other part was really turned on. I worried that someone
might see us.
I kept my eyes focused on the race,
hearing the excitement as the crowd roared, spurring on their
horses, everyone hoping for a winner. I gasped as a finger found
it's way into my pussy. I looked left and right to see if anyone
was watching. All eyes were focused on the track. I could feel his
breath on my neck, his body pushing in closer.
His other hand was hitching up my
dress. I could feel him groping around, trying to undo his zip. It
wasn't long before he'd unleashed the beast and I felt his hard
cock poking around my arse. I leaned forward, opened my legs a
little to give him better access. His cock slid up and down my
slit. I could feel how wet I was as it slipped around.
I pushed my arse higher up,
standing on the tips of my toes. I pressed back hard into his
pelvis. His cock was nudging my opening and I wiggled around as
the crowd roared around us. I gasped at the size of the knob as it
probed its way in. He pulled me back into him; his strong fingers
on my hips, holding me secure. His body moved with mine as the
crowd surged forward cheering the winner.
His thrusting was hard and ruthless
and in no time I felt him explode into me. As quickly as he came
he withdrew, my g-string was replaced ever my pussy. I could feel
his semen overflowing, working its way out the side of my
g-string.
My face was flushed as I turned to
give him a smile. To my amazement he wasn't there. I looked around
at the crowd but they were all oblivious to me. Everyone was
focused on the magnificent horse and rider.
I made my way back to the group.
They were all laughing and slapping Carl on the back,
congratulating him on his win.
'What happened to you?' I asked,
smiling secretively at him.
'I lost you in the crowd and
decided to come back here. Got a better view watching it on the
big screen. I can't believe how much money I won,' he said
excitedly.
'You mean you didn't watch the race
with me down there by the fence?' I asked shocked.
'No, why?' he said.
I blushed furiously and looked back
the way I came. No one seemed to be looking in my direction. Who
then, had I just allowed to fuck me?
'You okay?' Melissa asked.
'Yeah, sure,' I said.
I couldn't believe I'd just allowed
some stranger, an unknown face in the crowd, to fuck me in front
of thousands of people.
Looks like the Irish horse and I
both scored a first. |