Sunlight on Oiled Legs by Anonymous

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Sunlight on Oiled Legs by AnonymousI spied the taut body of a ponygirl chained by each limb, face-down, to a post in our barn. She was sleeping softly. Slowly I crept up and hummed gently next to her ear. Her eyes flew open and her leg shot out wildly only to be being caught by the chain. Not only was the chrome sparkling, but her oiled legs were gleaming as well. The pert ass sitting atop them was a fine sight so early in the morning, so I spanked it. The chains rattled a bit and her excitement ebbed.A few high ivory clouds hung lazily in the air. I knew this was going to be a grand day for training. Thinking back, even a rainy day, or a snow filled one wouldn’t stop me having fun with the ponies. Here at the ranch we didn’t like to think of the girls as b**sts of burden. We certainly didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Bred for pleasure of the senses, that’s all they were.In this day and age no bahis siteleri one needs a horse, you need a truck. Fortunately this philosophy didn’t dilute our fetish for ponygirls. Not to mention we needed plenty of trucks to operate the estate. Running the estate like a farm was the only practical idea since it had to be relatively self sufficient due to its remote locale.Trade in captured ponygirls was the main cash flow of the farm. Our head-honcho knew that the idly rich loved to spend their dirty money on dirty things, and thus employed plenty of us. Most of the employees worked for peanuts, I mean for god sake who wouldn’t work here for free! A few would get the supplies for the next day. A few tend to the ponies. A few would take care of the business deals. So all in all, the entire complex made about as much money as it brought in. It was all housed in a beautiful rolling landscape.I loved bahis siteleri waking up these days… Today I got out of the house nice and early because I had pony detail. Every man knows early in the morning the wonders of that boner that simply won’t die…I ran my hand along the rough wooden post. It was cemented into the ground, sturdy as my cock was. My fingers danced up the chain from the eye hook in the timber and onto her polished black leather collar.She was on her feet, but still doubled over due to the post’s height. Usually they slept sitting against the beam.I tugged on her arms trying to part them from her ribs. As always they were secure. With a now liquid motion I checked all her bonds. Hammerlock? Tight. Head harness? Tight. Ring Gag? Mmmm, tight. I knelt down to reach her belt. Both dildos were firm. Farther down her leather ankle restraints were secure.Who ever oiled this beauty this morning did a great job. I admired her smooth calf and dragged my palm across it and over her thigh to rest on her ass as I stood.I reached the other hand to her hips, moved her buttplug tail aside and withdrew her vaginal plug. She whimpered slightly. She knew what was coming. It also made me wonder: Don’t the other trainers do this? I know I couldn’t go a day without it.Oh well, I unzipped my fly and aimed my rock hard member. No need for lube. I shoved violently. She tensed and released her breath in a wheeze. I stopped just for a moment keeping her pussy stretched. She panted and heaved but three hard slaps to her ass got her to quiet down.It was never very difficult to cum for the first time every day with a ponygirl, even with my resilient morning stiffy. I let my cock grow softer inside her. I stepped back to once again bask in her beauty, my cock already showing renewed signs of life. I knew this was going to be an extra fine day when the sunlight glistened off the tip of my dick, then off her oiled legs and I reentered her with some unneeded force.

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