Hot to Trot by C. P. Mandara Read Free Book Online

away. Right, first things first; she could come up with excuses later.
    Replacing her spectacles she tapped earnestly at the keyboard in front of her to see who was available as a stand-in. Most of the ladies and gentlemen were currently actively employed with a trainee of their own, as their intake for the day had been quite impressive. There was a possibility there wouldn't be anyone free to take on the role. She had a horrible moment when she thought she might have to run over to the training block in her bare feet, as the office dress code insisted she wear high heels. Ah, wait a minute. She tapped a finger against her chin, thinking furiously. There had been a drop-out this morning, hadn't there? Someone had contracted something nasty; the flu, if she remembered correctly. So with any luck there should be an instructor spare somewhere. Running the finger down the list of trainers and their respective trainees, she found what she was looking for. Kyle Levison. Redcliff's daughter was in luck. She was going to be passed from one gorgeous man to the next, it seemed, and on day one, too. The other initiates would be neighing with envy.
    She paged Kyle immediately and knew he'd be with her within ten minutes; which could, of course, be ten minutes too long. Although if she was a betting woman (and she was but it was a firmly kept secret in the office) she'd put money on the fact that Kyle would come running today. He'd have probably been most put out by the fact that his fun had been curtailed and would be looking for something with which to entertain himself - and she suspected he was in for a real treat.
    Sliding the oak drawer of her desk open she pulled out a coral lipstick and gave her lips a fresh slick. It was always good policy to keep up appearances; especially when policy indicated an encounter with a man whose face could have easily graced the front cover of Vogue .
     
    The apple orchard had attracted more than its fair share of spectators, which was understandable considering the numerous spectacles that could be viewed within it. Against a backdrop of bright green foliage and shiny cherry-red apples, stood four trainers with at least ten black-collared ponies under their control. They were being tested to what could only be described as exacting standards .
    In the far corner two female ponies, sporting backsides the same colour as the apples, had been set the task of harvesting. They each had their own tree and a wooden bucket in which to place their prize when picked, which was no easy task considering they were only allowed to use their mouth and teeth. Once it had been picked, the trainer stood by to examine the apple for marks, and if any were found the pony in question was awarded three strokes from the flogger. Needless to say, each pony took considerable time and effort to pluck their fruit and used a very soft mouth. If the pony managed to pick five consecutively perfect apples they were rewarded with an orgasm delivered by their choice of two male stallions, who were tied on their knees at the base of each tree. On the other hand, if the pony managed to pick five apples in a row, each of which was blighted in some way, then they were rewarded with the task of gathering blackberries.
    When it was time to take their pleasure there was a definite favourite among the girls. Each had managed to earn one orgasm and both had thrust their loins towards Carnal King for an expert tongue-lashing. Jinx, with his cock straining painfully, looked dejected and pulled at his rope in an unseemly manner. He would undoubtedly get a good thrashing when the game was over. Poor performance in any area of sexpertise was not tolerated at Albrecht. The stallion would find himself in the hands of several Mistresses who would endeavour to correct the inexcusable issue until he could barely breathe and his tongue was rubbed raw.
    Kyle mused that it wasn't a very fair match. CK was a veteran of the pony circuit and had been