A Jockey’s Prize

Nicole gives us her perspective of working at the race track and becoming a jockey’s prize! Her beautiful figure grabs the attention of all the jockeys there, but there’s only one rider she has her attention on. She is more than enough to be anyone’s motivation to win and the ultimate jockey’s prize.

I grew up in Southern California and have been around racing horses my whole life. It was 2012, and I was in San Diego in August for the 9-furlong Del Mar Oaks at the beautiful Del Mar Racetrack. The weather for a few days before the race was mostly rainy. When the jockeys couldn’t get enough time on the sloppy track, they just sat around the clubhouse playing cards. I’m about tall and slender with blonde hair, nice boobs (I’ve been told), and a small frame for men to manhandle. I am a horse groomer from a grooming family.

My great-grandfather started in the twenties, and we’ve been doing it ever since, but I’m the first female in the family to do it for a living. I was grooming Lavender, one of the twelve horses competing in this year’s race. Now it was a day before the race. The weather broke for a few hours, and most of the jockeys were able to get in a run, including mine. The rain came again, which was quite unusual for San Diego. Lavender returned to the stables soaking wet and full of mud up to his belly. I gathered my hoses, buckets, and brushes and was ready to clean him up.

The jockey, Ramon, walked him into the stables and to his stall at the end of the barn. He had put away his whip and saddle while I was already standing with a brush in hand and a big warm smile for Ramon. I told him I was sorry the rain cut his run short, but he said it went well and was confident the horse would perform well on race day. We took the horse into the stall and closed the big gate behind us. After unbridling and unsaddling the horse, I tied him down. Ramon sat on a bale of strapped hay. I had never been approached by any jockey, ever. In that moment, he slipped a hand inside my shirt and felt for my nipple. I stood up quickly, and that action ripped a couple buttons off my blouse. He bent down, looking for them as I tried to close my top That gave me time to think. As he finds them and stands up to give them to me, I am “angry” and push him down on the hay. He doesn’t know what to think as I take a couple steps forward with my brush clutched in my hand. He looks at me as I’m standing over him at the foot of the bale. After glaring at him, I reach down and pull his belt off. Then, I undo his pants, reach in, grab his cock and squeeze.

He gives a muffled groan, and as I hold it, it gets hard. With my free hand, I pull off his pants, grab his balls, and squeeze. I told him that if he ever did that again, I would rip these off him and feed them to the horse. His eyes widen with fear, and he stutters that he won’t. I walk away and look back to see him clutching his dick and balls. I laugh, turn around and return to him. Then, I take his hands away from his privates and get down on my knees in front of him. I open his legs, get between them and push him back down on the hay. I take his now-hard cock and begin to stroke it. His expression changes from one of fear to one of a humble smile. I bend over and lick his shaft as I keep my eyes on him. His cock head goes into my mouth, and I cup his balls gently. With my lips firmly around his cock, I straighten up a little to take my shirt and bra off. I play with my breasts and nipples as I suck him off. I deep-throat him and lick his balls at the same time. Ramon is now lying all the way back, enjoying the attention. I slip out of my skirt and panties, climb up on the bale, bypassing his dick, and squat down on his face. I push my pussy into his face and begin grinding it into him.

I feel his nose on my clit as he sticks his tongue into my pussy. I turn around into a reverse cowgirl and grab his dick again. I pump it up and down as his hand’s circle around my hips and pull me harder onto his face. Bending over, I begin sucking him and playing with his balls. We’re sixty-nining on the hay and going at it like a pair of horny rabbits. I cum all over him, and as I do, he follows, shooting his big, warm load into my mouth. I spit it out onto the hay and get off him like I was getting off a saddle. Standing before him, I reiterate what I said earlier. “how about a warning next time?” I laughed, grabbed my brush, and slapped him across his dick.

I abandon my ride and return to the horse and do my job. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him slink out of the stall. It’s now early morning, a couple days before the Oaks, and Ramon is at the stall prepping the horse before taking him out for his daily run. I walk in with all my stuff and spend a moment talking to him, telling him that I think he’ll have a great run today and wishing him the best. I smile encouragingly, give him a kiss on the cheek, and tell him I’ll be waiting for him and the horse here when they finish. While they’re out running the track, I have all these wickedly delicious thoughts about what I want to do with him. What I really want is my hands on his naked body. I would start at his calves and rub every muscle very slowly until I felt him melt. And you know I can’t keep my hands off his ass.

I’d rub it hard, so I don’t miss a single muscle. His neck also gets a lot of attention, but I can’t keep my fingers out of his hair. It is so silky and slides through my fingers as I massage his scalp. His body is so relaxed. Sometimes I use my fingertips, and sometimes I use my fingernails. I brush across his skin from his hands to his shoulders. My hands meet in the middle and trace circles across his spine. I circle lower and lower until my fingernails are dragging across his ass. One finger slides between his ass cheeks slowly. Then my finger disappears. I awaken from my daydream as Ramon walks the horse into the stall.

I collect myself and ask how the run went. He said it was great and felt his chances for the Oaks look pretty good. I walk over to him and whisper in his ear that if he goes and takes a shower, I’d be here in the stall waiting for him. He runs out and, within ten minutes, returns in his sweats. In the meantime, I stacked a few bales to avoid being seen from the door. I laid a blanket on the floor behind it, took his hand, and led him back there.

I said we have to be quiet and find myself getting undressed. I take off my top, and his eyes fall to the tops of my breasts above my bra. I slide my skirt and other clothes to the floor and stand naked. Ramon has disrobed also and I can feel his eyes on my body. I see his cock twitching as I let him look. My nipples harden as he stares at me. I hear his breathing change, and I can’t help but smile. My finger slides down to his inner thigh, where I graze his balls. I kneel between his legs, forcing them to spread wider. Now my whole hand can caress his balls because I love the way they feel. My right-hand trails a path from his balls to the top of his ass. I slowly slide a finger down his ass crack, pausing to feel how tight he is, and then move on. This teasing is driving him crazy. I begin massaging Manuel’s ass with my hand, and one finger probes between his cheeks. I can feel his tight hole, but I go slow, building his anticipation. My finger circles around his hole as he pushes his ass toward me. His eyes are closed and his breathing is fast. “I want to fuck you” He moans as I could hear his lust.

Eye-level with his cock, I look up with a smile. My tongue swirls around it as I look up at him. I move my way back and open my legs so he can slide his cock in.  I love the way he pushes himself against me. It just shows how much he wants this. So I moaned again and felt his dick slide in a little further before I screamed with euphoria. I begin rubbing his ass with my hand as my finger starts pushing into him slowly, letting my fingers explore his insides as he explores mine.

It wasn’t long before his rapid movement suddenly jolted out of me.  I place my hand back on his cock, and begin jerking him off again while his cock is covered with my silky wetness. My hands are stroking his cock, playing with my clit, and making him cum. I slide my finger out of my pussy as I caress my breasts, smearing his cum across me. His fingers roll my nipple between them, and I can’t help but moan as I cum without being fucked. I tell him to get dressed. It’s time for me to get back to the horse. I told him that if he wins the Oaks, I would be his prize.