“What?”
“Well crikey Laura you were great,” Olivia said, “those heels made your legs look fantastic and your boobs swinging about like that when you were running…well. But I think I could have got a better time than she did.” Laura and Alice looked at each other in silence before all three collapsed into a heap, giggling.
“So how was it when he…you know…” Olivia asked shyly.
“When he what?” Laura said, knowing full well what she meant. Both her and Alice were cruel with their teasing of Olivia.
“When he put it…there.” Olivia clarified. Laura slowly looked around the room before leaning in close. Olivia did the same. Laura then spoke very quietly.
“Do you mean,” just for effect she looked around again, “in my arse?”
“Laura!” All three laughed at Olivia’s straight laced manner.
“It was okay, I mean I’d just run a long way with a bloody great plug pushed in there so it was fairly stretched. It was quite pleasant actually.”
“I don’t know what people see in it myself,” Alice added, “not when you’ve got the one that’s purpose made for the job so close at hand.” To her relief she assumed then that her efforts to hide the intense orgasm she’d experienced had been successful. But just to be on the safe side she added.
“No, nor me.” Then to change the subject she spoke to Alice.
“And talking of arses, that reminds me madam. I want a word with you. You should see the marks on my arse and back.”
“Oh, sorry about that. But it did the trick though, didn’t it,” she said, smiling enthusiastically. “We made it in less than six minutes.”
“Oh yes,” said Olivia, groping about in her bag. “That woman said she was very sorry that she forgot and asked me to give you this.” She placed a small, black knight on the table.
To Laura’s relief they spent the evening chatting and joking as usual even though the topic of conversation centred around Laura and the game. Much to their surprise it was Olivia in particular who wanted to know every last detail.
It was well after midnight when they finally retired to their rooms. They vowed that the next day they would make full use of all the facilities on offer, deciding it to be fair dues for Laura’s ordeal.
Alone in her room Laura couldn’t resist the urge to get out her ipad and search for pony girls. It seemed to be a popular activity. The images and stories of men and women who actually wanted to be a pony fascinated her, she watched clips of them practising walking, trotting and jumping. That whole scene didn’t do much for her but then she got onto the fetish images. That was more her thing. She saw women dressed as she had been, all straps, bare boobs and heels. She wondered what it would be like to have her nipples pierced and bells hanging from the rings, jingling as she ran. She compared her body to those she saw in the photo’s and hoped she looked as good. She wondered if they had their tails pulled out and their arses raped or whether they missed out.
It wasn’t long before her hand crept down between her legs and onto the sensitive spot begging for attention. Drawing her legs up higher the finger slid further down circling the sore opening. The other hand worked on the moist, silky lips before heading back to the swollen nub. She replayed the run in her mind with a few added variations. In the new version she went over the time and was whipped for her laziness before two or three studs took her time after time in all of her openings. Within seconds her body started the familiar build up culminating in the explosion of sensation reserved for special occasions.
As her body calmed and the spasms ebbed away she lay still reflecting on her new life. There was no shame and no regret, only gratitude fuelled by anticipation.
Leave a Reply