He said he wanted to have sex in public, but feared the social repercussions of such an act. It was excellent timing. A costume party is the perfect setting for anonymous public sex, and I had just the mask for him. I promised to fulfill his fantasy that night, in return for total obedience.

I explained that his mask will cover his whole face, except for his eyes. He will not eat or drink at the party, so I handed him glass after glass of water before I lifted a large horse’s head onto his shoulders and harnessed it around his bare trunk. I instructed him not to speak until he is relieved of his role as a horse for the evening.

The masquerade ball was being held in an old graveyard. We passed tombstones carved in the 1800s as we walked into the crowd of goblins, fairies, creatures and skeletons.

An angel came up, eyeing my horse. “Who is behind that mask?” she asked.

“Eugenie!” I kissed the air near her cheeks. “This is my horse.”

“I’m getting a drink,” Eugenie pouted, disappointed that I evaded any introduction.

My horse was shifting his weight from one foot to another, an obvious attempt to ease the discomfort of a full bladder. I was pleased that my date resisted speaking to me in spite of such an immediate necessity. It was time to fulfill my promise.

I led him to the center of the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen!” People applauded, as they most automatically do when they hear the words “ladies and gentlemen.” The crowd parted around us, curious to see what sort of entertainment was in store. “May I present to you, my elegant horse!” I walked around him, my hands rubbing his muscled back, unveiling the half erection of a cock full of urine.

“I want you to piss in my mouth,” I whispered from behind him before I took my place kneeling in front of his cock. Under the mask, his blue eyes seemed uncertain, but locked onto mine in full trust of what I had planned. He took a few breaths before allowing himself to release a hot golden stream onto my open mouth. Gasps were heard from the crowd. I swallowed as much as I could, but mostly let his piss dribble from my lips to the front of my silk blouse. I kept my mouth open to the very last drop of the strong cocktail, then closed my lips around his cock, sucking him to hardness filling my mouth and pushing all the way to the back of my throat.

The crowd swooned as his cock reached its full magnificence. It was the size of my forearm and spitshined by my adoring mouth. I stood and called for my dear angel, Eugenie. She knelt in front of my horse’s cock, her eyes as big as saucers, and proceeded to suck on him. Her tiny lips barely fit around his cockhead. Around us, men had taken their women and begun dryfucking them through elaborate costumes, fingers creeping into necklines and hemlines, tongues tracing ears.

“Kitty cat and Nurse Trixie!” I found two unattached women and set them to work on either side of my horse’s huge cock. Their lips and tongue devoured the meat closer to the sweet smelling fur covering his pelvis.

A little devil came up and asked to join in the fun, so I pushed her under his ass, nestled between his thighs to lick his balls.

Around us, the people of the crowd dispersed into couples, threes and fours, busily fucking and sucking while their eyes still lingered upon the spectacle we created. My horse boy’s own uncle, the Mayor, was reclined against a tombstone being serviced by a woman who looked like she spent more on the surgeon than she did on her education.

With the women humming like bees around him, my horse was shaking, ready to burst but trying to hold on for as long as he could. When he finally exploded, his cum hit Eugenie’s cheeks with violence that pushed her onto her back on the ground. The little devil quickly cleaned my horse’s cock with her mouth as the other girls surrounded Eugenie, licking the cum right off her face.

My horse was stunned by the power of his orgasm. He fell to the ground catching his breath, his body showing signs of difficulty breathing through the thickness of the mask. The women were still in ecstatic anticipation of their own climaxes, and tugged at his spent cock willing it to come back to life. The little devil fumbled with the harness strapping the horse head to my beau, muttering about how he needs some air.

I acted quickly. Revealing his identity would be the worst possible end to what has so far been an exciting evening. I took my riding crop and swatted my horse. “Let’s go!”

My horse was quick on his feet. It was as if for the moment he had totally given his soul to being an elegant horse. His hand held my foot as I jumped up on his bare back and rode him swiftly to where we had hidden my car.

The women, still running in our tracks, almost caught up with us as we pulled out of the parking lot and into the street. I suggested my date keep the mask on until I got him home.