'Excellent,' John complimented them.
Lynn watched his face closely as he studied the two women. He seemed genuinely pleased with them, and this somehow made Lynn's heart beat a little faster. She longed to please this man whom she'd never spoken to, whom she'd never even met before this evening.
John got out of the chair. He walked around the ponygirl and her rider, inspecting them both very carefully. His hand stroked Lynn's breasts, cupping them from the underside and lifting the weight of both lush mounds, his thumbs flicking over both hard nipples.
Lynn sucked a deep lung full of air, forcing her breasts out and up, trying to make them grow even larger in Wellington's knowing hands.
John bent down and lightly kissed Lynn's bare shoulder. The kiss sent a thrill of pleasure through Lynn's body.
John lifted one foot and worked the toe of his shoe between Patty's ass cheeks, poking the tip of the shoe right onto her tightly puckered asshole.
Patty moaned low in her throat as the bit between her teeth gouged hard into her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The shoe jabbing at her asshole felt great, and she crouched backward, grinding her asshole against the pointed toe of the shoe.
John lowered his foot.
'Not so easily, my dear. No, you'll have to work a little harder than that for your release, I'm afraid.'
John walked back around in front of the girls. He winked at Lynn. She would have smiled back, but her hood and gag prevented her from making any kind of facial gesture.
'Harry, come over and undo Lynn's arms. I want her to take the reins.'
As John seated himself again, Harry got up and did as he'd been told. Lynn brought her arms around in front of her body, rubbing her wrists. Oh, God, how good it felt to have her hands back! Her shoulders ached like fury from the strain of her arms tied behind her back.
Harry undid the loose reins from the pommel of the saddle, and held them out for his lover. Lynn looked at his face for a moment. All she could see in Harry's eyes was a pleading for her to do everything right, to make no more mistakes. But Lynn had read in Wellington's smile that he hadn't been the least bit put off by her defiance. Maybe he'd even been turned on a bit by it, Lynn thought.
She took the reins.
Patty stiffened under her. Lynn felt the girl's body go very tense. She knew that Patty had helped her get the cock inside her. How could she repay the girl for her help? Lynn understood that she was going to have to actually hurt the ponygirl, to give her hard kicks with the spurs, to pull on the reins. Damn! These men were diabolical! Lynn couldn't think of a single thing she could do to prevent Patty from getting a full treatment of pain.
Then it struck her. If that was the situation, then these guys were smart enough to only put a girl in that position if she got off on pain.
Lynn relaxed. She could do her job without worrying too much about Patty. The ponygirl was there because it was the best way for her to gain pleasure, of that Lynn was certain.
'Well, ladies,' Wellington said. He looked them over again, his gaze settling at last on Lynn's tremendous breasts. 'You will ride your pony, Lynn, until you come. And you will continue to ride her until she comes too. Is that clear?'
Lynn nodded.
Patty nodded, but very slightly.
'And you will keep in constant motion, ponygirl, or we will use the whip on you both.'
When he said the word both, he looked right into Lynn's lovely eyes. Lynn met his gaze. Then, without waiting for a further command, she twisted her ankles and dug the spurs into Patty's ribs. At the same moment, she pulled back hard on the reins, driving the tiny spikes into Patty's tender tongue.
Patty screamed into the bit, and it sounded almost like, pony whinnying. Lynn released the reins, giving Patty her lead, and the ponygirl started forward again, moving as rapidly about the large room as she could. She carried Lynn close to each of the men, in a big slow circle. Each stop brought a new jab of pain into her mouth. And each time she slowed, each time she moved with too much of a jerk, she felt the sharp steel points of Lynn's spurs kick into her ribs.
By the time she had made a complete circle of the room, and was moving slowly toward Wellington again, she was in a full sweat. Her black stockings were matted to her thighs and legs. The saddle rubbed against her bare back, making her flesh raw and sore. Large drops of sweat rolled down over her tight ass cheeks and dripped onto her stocking-clad feet.
But she felt her cunt growing hotter and wetter and looser with each stop. Her breasts dangling from her chest tickled with the tiny rivers of sweat that rolled down the flesh and toyed with each pert nipple, driving Patty into a frenzy of lusty frustration. She longed and ached to scratch those itchy buds, to claw her nipples into pleasure instead of this constant annoying teasing agony.
If only there was something she could rub her clit against. Damn it! Why hadn't they thought of strapping some kind of belt down between her ass cheeks, pulling it tightly up between her cunt lips so she could at least get off quickly?
Patty snorted at her own thoughts. Quickly? Hell, they must have thought about the idea, and discarded it. They wanted her to come off on her pain, not on some easy strap.
Damn creeps!
Patty moaned as she crawled slowly past her host. Wellington winked at Lynn. He was astonished at how quickly the woman had learned to manipulate her pony. Patty, after all, was still blindfolded. She couldn't tell where she was carrying her passenger. Lynn was using the reins exactly as she would on a real horse, making the animal move exactly where she wanted to go.
Lynn winked back at Mr. Wellington. The cock up her snatch was driving her nuts with pleasure. Her clit slid up and down on the massive rod with each step her ponygirl took. Her breasts were burning bright red with her lust, her nipples sticking out like twin rods of iron, deliciously pink-brown.
Lynn's whole body was drenched in sweat. She was shaking hard on the saddle, lifting and lowering her ass by tightening her butt muscles. She rubbed her swollen clit hard against the sleek wet leather of the fake cock in her cunt hole.
She could feel the gut-churning pleasure growing stronger and twisting her insides into a hard knot of pleasure. Her piping-hot cunt was oozing, dripping with fluid from her stretched channel. The head of the leather dork battered into her cervix, causing her pain deep within her pussy. But she was growing used to it, beginning to enjoy the painful sensation, around which all her sexy pleasure seemed to be focused.
It wouldn't be long for her now.
Lynn dug her spurs into Patty's sides again, just for the fucking hell of it. She loved the sound of the ponygirl's deep-throated groans of pain. It was a real turn-on for Lynn, to be in control of another woman like this. She'd never experienced such a strange kind of pleasure.
Her blood was on fire. She felt like she was drowning in her own sweat. She sucked on the rubber cock in her mouth as though it was the real thing. She almost wished she was still blinded by the hood, so that the men around her couldn't tell by the lusty glaze over her eyes how far gone she really was.
They were past Wellington now, and Lynn could feel the heat rising higher, growing hotter in her cunt. She slid up and down on the impaling cock, amazed that she could open so fully for the monstrous prick.
Her clit was hard and wet. She could sense the vague feeling of warmth and lust deep within her body, growing stronger by the second.
Her nipples suddenly hardened into tight nubs so fucking firm and full that they felt like they were about to blow apart from the hard pressure inside them.
Her belly tightened, and trembled hard.
Her thighs suddenly clenched tightly to the outer sides of her huge tits, hugging them hard, pressing them together.
She yanked back hard on the reins, forcing Patty to halt. And as Patty stood there on her hands and knees with her head forced far back, screaming over and over into the painful bit, Lynn jammed her hot wet box all the way down on the leather cock in her snatch and squirted cunt juice all over the saddle seat.
She moaned and twitched as she held the reins tightly in her fists. She jumped and bounced up and down
