Sometimes a girl's just gotta pony up to get the man of her deepest desires.
Sylvie is a receptionist by day, who transforms into a sexy midnight cowgirl when it's time to let her hair down and have some fun. She has set her sights on billionaire bachelor Brett Stirling, the city's most eligible cowboy. But Brett's an alpha male with a taste for absolute control of his beautiful lovers…his pets. Will Sylvie be able to lose her inhibitions and pony up to this challenge? What will Sylvie discover about her deepest self? How far will she go to win the man of her dreams? Come and follow her entry into the BDSM world of pony play, of powerful masters and pretty ponygirls, of domination and sweetest submission.
Warning, this short story contains extremely explicit sex between consenting adults, pony play, bondage and discipline, multiple partners, role playing, and extreme sex acts.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
"The next command and position I'm going to teach you is 'forward,'" he said. "That is the command for you to roll forward onto all fours. Do it. Forward."
Sylvie moved to all fours atop the seat. Brett shifted positions, moving directly behind her and forced her legs wider. His hands stroked her butt cheeks, soft and sensuously. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of a man's hands on her body. She was getting all tingly hot inside, knowing she was in the perfect position for him to enjoy what she had to offer.
A tiny gasp escaped her when his thumb slid into her butt crack, under her thong, brushing lightly across her butt hole and then her nether lips. When it came back up she realized just how wet she was, as his thumb spread her juices up and up.
"Next command and position," he said. "Present. Present is the command for you to drop to your elbows, hands pointing forward and pressed flat on the floor. You will also bow your back and thus present your lovely girly delights to one and all who wish to enjoy them. So…Present."
Sylvie obeyed, going to her elbows, back bowed and butt thrust enticingly up. He pulled her thongs down to her knees. She felt so wickedly vulnerable to exploitation. Her skin goose-fleshed and she began panting lightly.
Brett took his sweet time. She heard the rustle of clothing being removed behind her, but fought the urge to look back over her shoulder. Somehow she knew he would disapprove, and she desperately wanted to please him. Hands on her butt let her know he was back and ready to go.
“My pretty ponygirl,” he whispered. He tapped the small of her back, right below the cincher. “I forgot the tail.” His fingers circled her butt hole, which tightened up.
About the Author:
Jenevieve DeBeers leads a double life. By day, she is a dedicated worker bee in the corporate grind, but at night she surrenders to her deep, dark side and writes out all of the little fantasies that consume her day. Her characters enjoy all of the wild sexual escapades and daring deeds of lust and love that she wishes she was brave enough to enjoy in real life. Yeah, she lives vicariously through her characters.
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