Ponygirl Tales by Don Winslow
Available in ebook only.
From the author of The Master of Ironwood, The Mistress of Rosedale and many more titles comes Ponygirl Tales, a collection of short stories featuring ponygirls in all their sensuality.
In Justine’s Pride we discover Lady Ursula has cruel and torturous methods of training the stable full of girls, but is most harsh with Justine, as she is Lord Edgewater’s favorite ponygirl. Nipple clamps and whips are her devices of choice.
Blaze at the Races brings us the tale of Blaze and Randy, two gorgeous exotic dancers that have been asked to perform at a party, held by David Spaulding, a famous TV producer. The girls have no idea what’s in store when they’re led to get in their costumes for the “Horse” themed party.
Romans! takes us to old-world Rome, where debauchery and deviancy reigns supreme. Marcus and Lucius attend Kimar’s gathering to watch his famous chariot races. The chariots are pulled by a glamorous assortment of beauties, all spectacular in their own way.
Geoffrey, Lady Ursula’s nephew, sneaks out to the stables when he is certain no one will catch him. Flare of Passion is the story of Lady Ursula teaching Geoffrey how to properly touch and tantalize a dazzling ponygirl such as Flare, a redhead of magnificent beauty.
With a finesse for description, Don Winslow is able to help the reader imagine exactly how these stunning women look in their harnesses, bits and straps of leather.
Includes: Whips, anal plug tails, dildos, cuffs, bondage.
Claudine was fascinated! She watched intently as the groom produced a tube of gel and used it to slowly grease the squat plug that would be used to hold the tail in place once it had been inserted up the girl’s bottom.
Claudine saw the ponygirl anxiously shifting her weight, slightly widening her boot heels. The widened stance allowed Claudine to more clearly see the strap that ran from the front of the waist cincher to pass between the legs before being secured in place, pulled up and buckled to the back of the wide waist belt. This crotch strap, drawn tightly up the crack of the girl’s ass, was deeply embedded between her narrow buttocks, but it had a ring conveniently placed so that the groom was able to adjust it till the circular opening neatly ringed the puckered anus.
Now the bearded man grinned and said something to the bent-over woman, who closed her eyes, tightened her grip on the bar, took a deep breath, and nodded, waiting tensely for what she knew was about to come. From behind the barred window, the girl saw the burly man place a flattened hand squarely on the proffered rump steadying the girl as he leaned closer while the other hand probed between the cowering cheeks. And Claudine sucked in a sharp intake of breath as, with a sudden jab, the hard rubber plug was driven right into the exposed anus! The bending girl jacked upright, her clenching bottom recoiling in a futile attempt to escape the abrupt penetration. The groom laughed to see the pony-tailed girl squirming like a skewered fish on the end of the impaling plug.
She straightened with a girlish wiggle that shook her violated young bottom and its new-acquired tail, as though trying to dispel the unwanted intruder. Of course, this was simply an instinctive reaction, one which she had to quickly suppress -- for the girl well knew that to expel a tail would bring swift punishment. The groom waited patiently till she had calmed down, said something to her, and gave her still-twitching rump a reassuring pat. Then his charge was made to snap to attention, once more assuming the proud carriage of a well-trained ponygirl at the ready: standing tall, bridled head held high, pert breasts thrust out, booted legs pressed tightly together, clasping the crossbar with both gloved hands. The luxurious tail she had been given now hung straight down from her tight-cheeked buttocks, its dark reddish sheen nicely mirroring the girl’s own shimmering mane.
The ponygirl was now ready, but one final inspection had yet to be carried out. The overseer slowly circled his charge, eyeing her up from the leather head harness confining that soft shiny helmet of russet hair to the pointed tips of her gleaming black boots, tracing the sleek and smooth curves of that lean, hard-muscled body with light, dry caresses.
Of course the man couldn’t resist those nicely-presented breasts; pretty breasts that drew the hand, simply begging to be caressed. He allowed himself to pause to sample a floppy tit fingering the silky smoothness of that softly yielding tittie-flesh. His playful dalliance drew a quiver from the healthy young filly, who shifted uneasily from booted foot to booted foot. The watching girl felt an answering twinge of lust rise up in her own loins; her thighs spasmed in a throb of involuntary reaction to seeing the young woman squirming in rising heat as she was felt up, her vulnerable breasts fondled so shamelessly.
But the purposeful groom allowed himself only a few minutes of this pleasing diversion. After all, he had a job to do. And so now he went about tugging on the harness, slipping a finger under the straps of buttery leather so as to assure a fit free from slack. With admirable self-discipline, the well-trained ponygirl never moved a muscle even as the big man’s slow hands roamed freely, enjoying her naked body. She remained rigidly still, straight booted legs together, chin raised, eyes locked on some distant horizon. The burly man passed a hand over those pulled-back shoulders and ran it down her gently tapering flanks to clasp a solid hip. A single finger slid under the cincher belt, circled around the girlish waist, pressing against the belt to test the tightness of the fit.
Now the man stepped behind her, and spent some time lingering there, feeling his way along haunches and hindquarters with both hands, and murmuring to her all the while he enjoyed the feel of her naked body under his hands. Claudine watched as he lifted the heavy tail, and reached down to fiddle with the strap that ran between the thighs. Immediately the girl’s head snapped back, eyes flying wide open, as a ripple of excitement shot through her shoulders. Simultaneously, a muted buzzing sound broke the still morning air of the gravel courtyard. Claudine could dimly hear the whirling noise through slightly opened bedroom window. The muffled sound was coming from the girl, from something pulsing deep inside her!
Claudine could only wonder what sort of the devilish device might be have been inserted between those tightly-pressed thighs, secured in place by the crotch strap, and left lodged there, deep inside the slender girl’s vagina. Or perhaps the muted humming came from the vibrating butt plug that had been so rudely shoved up her tight little buttocks so it might hold the tail between those sleek clamping cheeks.
Her bizarre situation seemed a matter of complete indifference to the dutiful manservant who now turned his back on his charge, leaving the booted ponygirl humming merrily away as she waited in the traces in the cool morning air, while he went back inside to inform his master that the preparations were complete, and all was now ready for the morning ride.
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