A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather by C. P. Mandara Read Free Book Online

the floor. She was too intent on relishing the 'Domingo effect' and savouring the delicious sting as he slapped into her ass. When the gag was removed and in its place appeared Amand's face, she automatically opened her mouth. She had no idea why, the reaction was automatic and fuelled by lust. When his beautifully dark, caramel eyes bored into hers she knew she was lost. Letting him drink his fill, she watched as Amand's soft lips vied with hers in order to drink his own essence. Her legs went weak and would have buckled had they not been held tight in restraints.
    Domingo worked her over with his confident stroke and more than competent fingers. They tugged, cajoled, rolled and flicked. Jenny loved it all. Mewling and crying into Amand's mouth she could not believe it when her body was on the verge of yet another orgasm merely seconds after the first. Each little bell attached to her webbing and corset tinkled sweet music as her body quivered. 'Oooh,' she moaned, but the sound was whipped away by the gentle pressure of lips and when his tongue began to war with hers, she was again roaring with need.
    Amand finally pulled his lips away to murmur, 'Beg for that orgasm, Petal. Let me see that sweet tongue, pretty Pet. Show me how much you want this.'
    Jenny tried to fight the instinct to do exactly as he asked. Her eyes were swimming with arousal and floating around the room, watching the crowd as they got down to business themselves. But Domingo's fingers were relentless in their pursuit. Already she was on the brink of release and she could feel her pussy stretched as never before, the massive cock filling her and banging into her with a frenzied rhythm she could not control.
    Armand traced his finger around her swollen lips and tilted his head to the side. 'Show me that tongue, Pretty Pink Petals. Domingo won't let you have the goodies until you do. He's very particular about such things.' There was a knowing nod as he looked over Jenny to watch the powerful black man let loose an almighty roar of satisfaction.
    As his cock plied for admission at the entrance to her cervix Jenny gurgled upon the last vestiges of pooled semen in her mouth while her tongue snaked out of its own accord. Please, please, please, she begged silently. She felt Domingo's cock twitch and jerk spasmodically inside her as his fingernails bit into the flesh of her shoulders. Her eyes, still roaming the room, finally caught a glimpse of Mark who had buried himself in the shadows. Back against the wall, with his hands casually at his sides, he gave off a relaxed air until she ventured up to his dark, almost black, unfathomable eyes. His look of fury would be forever imprinted upon her brain as she screamed out the pleasure Domingo's fingers had finally released.
     

The Device
     
    'I do love a screamer, don't you?' Kyle had sidled up to the wall against which Mark rested and was grinning lewdly at the sight of the ménage before him.
    Mark ignored him. Jealousy coursed through his bloodstream, bile forced its way up into his throat and he wanted to rip the heads off both of the bi-brothers who were currently mopping up their own bodily fluids and sweat. He'd never felt anything close to it and he didn't like the emotion one little bit. Jennifer Redcliff looked resplendent wearing her tight white corset. Her new hour-glass figure, swollen lips, glazed eyes and splayed legs were a sight to behold and it was all he could do to control himself. With her head thrown back in the throes of intense pleasure and her short hair plastered to her head, she looked almost divine. The trouble was he wanted to be the one who put a look like that on her face and woe betides anyone else who wanted a go. It was all he could do, at this moment in time, to prevent himself committing mass murder. Breathe, just breathe, he told himself. She would be his soon enough. He scraped his short fingernails upon the plasterboard behind him and tried to divert his concentration from