Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle One (4 page)

Trembling as the memory fanned the embers of
her lingering passion, Natalie continued her journey into the room.
Ahead of her, along the back wall, stood a giant wooden cross where
her husband often strapped her by her wrists and ankles, and
whipped her ass to a rosy hue. Whips, paddles, and chains adorned
one wall, while along the other a row of mirrors gave an air of
class to the rustic room.

As she reached the center of the room,
Natalie paused again. She ran her fingers over the waist high,
saddled "horse," and felt the crotch of her jeans growing damp.

Attached to the ceiling, the homemade horse
was a curious contraption; it was made up of a wooden bench with a
saddle laid over it. It was held in place by ropes run through a
series of pulleys and levers, and hung a few feet from the floor.
At the flick of a switch, a motor started that would cause Andrew's
invention to rock, tipping slightly forward and back with each
motion. The saddle was a traditional western saddle; the stirrups
adjusted to the perfect length to help Natalie remain balanced as
she rode.

A quick glance at her watch elicited a gasp
from Natalie's lips. It was almost three p.m., and Andrew had
ordered her to be mounted and ready for him right on the hour.
Hurriedly, Natalie moved to the row of mirrors and stripped. She
neatly folded her clothes, laying them on a bench in the
corner.

Crossing the room, she pulled a leather
harness and a vibrator from one of the shelves, as well as a large
tube of lubricant. She coated the dildo with the clear gel before
she slid it into her pussy an inch at a time. By the time the toy
was in to the hilt, beads of sweat formed on her brow. She wanted
to lie down on the floor and fuck herself to an orgasm, but Andrew
would somehow know, and she wasn't about to do anything to upset
her master.

After a quick wiggle of her hips to make
sure the dildo was firmly in place, Natalie stepped into the
harness, and pulled it up her waist, setting the strap between her
thighs to hold the toy in place. She made quick work of the many
buckles and straps, familiarity making her task easy.

Once she had the fake cock secured deep
inside her body, Natalie stepped back up to the suspended horse and
mounted. With moments to spare, Natalie had time to reflect on the
toy that was buried within her clenching pussy.

Firm, and curved at the tip, it was her
favorite dildo. With every breath, the head pressed and rubbed
against her sensitive walls. She couldn't help but moan softly and
shift, manipulating the cock to press against her g-spot.

Minutes passed, as the leather saddle
beneath her ass grew slick from her sweat and her essence. Gripping
the pommel, Natalie squirmed and wiggled; trying to find relief,
which she knew wasn't available to her. The dildo nestled deep
within her was designed to make her aware of every nerve-ending in
her pussy. It was intended to increase her sexual frustration, to
heighten her pleasure - and Andrew's. Only with the swinging
motions of the horse would she achieve orgasm.

Gazing at herself in the wall of mirrors was
another form of sensual torture that Andrew demanded. She could see
her nipples standing out hard and proud from her chest, tiny silver
rings dangling from the tips. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen
of sweat. The ropes holding the horse in place creaked as Natalie
shifted again.

A faint breeze stirred the air as Andrew
opened the barn door, announcing his presence.

"Been waiting long?" he drawled.

"No Sir. I was mounted and ready at three."
Keeping her gaze focused on her reflection in the mirror, Natalie
fought the urge to squirm again.

The long curved vibrator pressed directly on
her g-spot, and she craved to succumb to the gushing orgasm it
could bring.

She could hear Andrew's steps behind her as
he crossed the room and settled into his chair. Natalie knew it
wouldn't be long now. She heard the flick of the switch in the
stillness of the room, and had a moment to draw a deep breath
before the motor started manipulating the ropes in the pulleys.

As the horse bucked back and forth, grinding
the pommel against the base of the harness, Natalie gripped the
saddle horn tight. Digging the arches of her feet firmly in the
stirrups, she tightened her thigh muscles and held on for the
ride.

The smooth leather beneath her ass rubbed
her inner thighs and butt-cheeks as she shifted backward. On the
back swing, she shifted forward.

Faster and faster the horse rocked, until
Natalie couldn't control her reactions any more. Moaning and
arching against the pommel, she drove the cock as far into her
quivering pussy as the harness allowed and climaxed deliciously.
She loved climaxing this way, the rocking motions of invention
almost a mirror for the gate of a real horse. The only difference
was, with a flick of a switch, Andrew could vary the speed, and
withhold her orgasm for hours if he chose. The fact that he had
allowed her to come so quickly meant he had other plans in mind.
She shivered in delicious curiosity as to what those plans were,
but knew better than to ask.

The motions of Andrew's invention slowed,
until it only swayed slightly.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes, Sir," Natalie whispered, her breath
coming in gasps. What she really wanted was another ride, this time
with him joining her, and his cock buried in her pussy.

"Dismount." The slow drawl of his voice was
gone, replaced by clipped forcefulness. Andrew was a country boy at
heart, but he was also a very dominant man.

Legs shaking, Natalie slid from the horse
and stood waiting. Bracing herself with a hand on the damp leather,
she turned to face her husband. His damp, curly hair, clean jeans
and flannel shirt made it obvious he had stopped for a shower after
tending to the fence in the east pasture. He had pulled on his
clean boots, which lacked the mud and manure that clung to his work
boots.

"Come over here, and bring a paddle with
you."

Mind racing, Natalie tried to think of what
she had done to deserve punishment. Walking across the room as fast
as her legs would carry her, Natalie quickly selected his favorite
paddle and presented herself to Andrew. Dropping to her knees, she
laid her head on his inner thigh and waited, the paddle clutched in
her hands.

He smelled of sandalwood soap and leather,
of sex and cologne.

Inhaling deeply, Natalie resisted her desire
to nuzzle her nose in his crotch. She loved to bury her face in the
tiny curls of hair around the base of his cock after he had
showered.

"Climb up here," he demanded, patting his
thighs. Her legs less shaky, Natalie stood at Andrew's side. After
handing him the paddle, she bent over at the waist, and let him
guide her into position over his thighs.

"I want you to know something, Natalie. I
love you, but you deserve a paddling. You left the door open on the
chicken pen, and we lost several good hens. So be a good girl, take
your punishment, and we can move on to the real reason we're out
here."

The paddle smacked against her damp
flesh.

Yelping softly, she relaxed her body, eager
for the next swat. Again the paddle smacked her tingling flesh.

She knew she had made a mistake and deserved
punishment. While she enjoyed the paddle's sting, she knew that
every time she sat down over the next day would be a reminder for
her to double check the pens.

Another smack came, this one harder than the
last. Natalie winced slightly at the sting, even as her pussy
clenched around the dildo.

Again and again Andrew rained blows on her
tender ass, until they melted into in a continuous blur of euphoric
sensations. Each instinctive jerk of her body twitched the harness,
shifting the cock that was still strapped within her.

Lost in the slow build of her second orgasm,
Natalie at first didn't notice the paddle had stopped falling.

"I think that's enough for now. You should
be nice and tender for a while."

Natalie wanted to wail 'no', to demand that
he swat her a few more times.

Her pussy was already gripping spasmodically
around the dildo. Just a few more swats would send her over the
edge.

She knew better than to beg for more. This
was Andrew's domain, and in here, she did as she was told. She also
knew any more swats might make a gentle reminder a painful one, so
he truly had stopped for her.

"Stand up."

Legs weak, Natalie complied. Andrew smoothly
stood, his toned body rippling with the motion. His flannel shirt
pulled tight against his corded muscles. Natalie felt her legs
waver as always, watching his movements.

"Remove your harness darlin', and bend over
and grab the arms of the chair."

The smooth drawl she loved so much was back,
melting her a little more inside. When she had first met Andrew,
his voice was so smooth that she had nearly creamed her pants with
their first conversation. Nothing had changed in the five years
since.

With shaking hands, she worked to remove the
harness. She was always surprised that it took longer to strip off
the harness than it took to buckle it into place. As the dildo slid
free from her weeping pussy lips, Natalie shuddered and almost
collapsed into a puddle on the hardwood floor. Her clit throbbed,
aching for contact.

Resisting the urge to finger herself to
another orgasm, Natalie bent over and gripped the arms of Andrew's
chair so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Relax." Andrew stroked a finger gently up
and down her spine. His callused hands moved over her tense muscles
and relaxed her.

Slipping his fingers down to her ass-cheeks,
he gently parted the globes and slid a fingertip into her crack. He
teased around her sensitive nether hole, making her scream silently
in her mind for the penetration. As if he heard her thoughts, he
pressed a finger on her hungry orifice, past the gripping muscles.
Pushing firmly, he worked his finger and slid it all the way in,
stretching her tight rosebud.

"Relax," he drawled again.

Natalie's head fell forward and she turned
slightly so she could see almost everything Andrew was doing in the
mirrors. She felt empty as he removed his finger from her anus. She
watched in the mirror as he bent forward and picked up the tube of
lubricant from the floor.

Popping the top, he pressed the tip against
her puckered hole and squeezed.

The cool liquid trickled into her hole and
coated her crack. Recapping the tube, he tossed it aside and
reached behind his back and pulled something from the back pocket
of his pants. Natalie almost whimpered as she saw the size of the
butt-plug in his hand. Natalie found it odd looking, with the tuft
of long horsehair attached to the base.

Pressing it firmly against her ass-bud,
Andrew twisted the plug as her muscles stretched and then gave way,
the flared base lodging tightly against her anus.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered.

Natalie tried to gracefully drop to the
ground, but the sensation of the large plug nestled in her ass
caused her to twitch and shudder along the way. As she settled
herself, she felt the tail brush against the back of her thighs.
"Tell me what you're feeling baby. Let me know how much you love
being touched, my hands stroking along your flank."

At first she opened her mouth to respond,
but as he stroked his hands over her back and along her thighs, she
realized just what Andrew was asking for. He'd been having her read
pony-play erotica on the internet, and from all of their
role-playing before, she had pleased him the most when she stayed
true to character. Trying to mimic the sounds of their horses, she
tossed her head back and neighed.

"Good girl." Andrew's praise encouraged her
work harder to imitate what she had never before tried. Shifting
her hips, Natalie tried to prance slightly, without being told.
Around his chair she circled, showing off her sleek lines.

After her fourth turn, Andrew reached out a
restraining hand. Gripping her hair tightly, he pulled her head
back. "Shhhh girl. It's ok baby. Stand still."

Natalie trembled as his hands stroked down
her spine, along her side and around to the mound of her mons.

"You’re such a nice filly. Someone has been
taking very good care of you, haven't they?"

Andrew stood and moved around behind her. He
held her still with just a finger thrust into her creamy heat.
Natalie could hear the sound of his zipper being undone behind her.
Pretending nervousness, she shifted from side to side, whinnying
softly and nodding her head back.

"Shhh girl. Shhhh. No one's going to hurt
you. Just relax. That's a good girl." Andrew kept up a steady
stream of soft-spoken words as he moved her tail to the side,
pressed his cock against her pussy lips, and thrust.

"Oh yeah, such a good filly."

Natalie clenched her pussy tight as Andrew
withdrew and thrust in again, deeply. His hands gripped her hips,
holding her still for his assault.

She wanted to beg him, to go harder, to fuck
her senseless, but she also didn't want to lose her role in their
game.

Neighing louder, she hoped to convey her
demands. Tossing her hair, she arched her back and gripped his cock
tighter.

One of Andrew's hands left her hips and
tangled in her hair, pulling her head back farther. "You like that,
little filly?"

Natalie neighed as she pushed back into the
curve of his groin.

"You like being ridden rough?" His fingers
dug tighter into her hip as he pulled her head back. Leaning down,
Andrew bit the side of her neck as he slammed into her pussy,
covering her as a stallion would a mare. He savaged her willing
flesh, taking her with an unexplored animalistic passion.

Natalie knew she would sport some bruises in
the morning, but didn't care.