that lots of sex was on the menu for tonight. The woman, who was one of the ones that Sophie occasionally saw about the place and who she assumed were ordinary whores, set about applying blusher and eye liner and lip gloss and then used lipstick on her areolas before brushing her labia with some perfume that stung horribly for a few minutes. Then she moved on to the next stall and Sophie had to prowl at the end of her hobble chain until finally as evening was drawing in, one of the grooms passed along the stalls opening the doors again and the men began to file in.
Possibly in the early days she might have wondered why she enjoyed what they did to her so much, and perhaps it occurred to her that Martha had begun to unlock the sluice gates of her sexuality that she had locked fast when she had fo und out about her parents. B eing a pony and having all choices removed from her had made it easier to go with the flow. But now all she knew was that she loved the sheer physicality of sex. She loved having a man enter her body and she didn’t care which way he went in . She loved the feel of the hard cocks driving into her. She loved the taste of them and she loved the stuffed-to-bursting feeling of having a big one in her rectum. She didn’t want to know the men involved, that was a distraction from the pure, uncomplicated pleasure of anonymous sex.
She stood with her legs braced apart and her hands clipped together behind her back, naked and unafraid as the men began to arrive. First of all there was a groom carrying a short flogger. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her head down to deliver fifteen or twenty lashes to her back. It wasn’t a marking whip but a few good lashes heightened her appeal to the men.
“This one’s White Lightning, gentlemen,” the groom explained. “If you’ll f orm a queue, she might be able to take most of you . Now, Sir, how would you like her?”
Sophie stood up and shook her hair back looking at the queue and counting twenty men that she could see. The first of them was a tall, balding, bank manager type.
“I’ll take her pussy from behind,” he said.
“OK, that leaves her mouth free. Who wants it?”
In a few seconds her collar was dragged down, making her bend forwards and as she felt fingers dive into her vagina which had lubricated ju st nicely under the whip, in fro nt of her she saw a man’s hands undo his flies and pull out a sizeable cock whose purple hel m was pointing directly at her face. She steadied herself as she felt the man behind her begin to work his cock into her and then opened her mouth wide as she saw the man in front move in on her. The cock was thick and filled her mouth just the way she liked, it tasted nice and fresh too and she had to work at relaxing to give it the access it demanded, turning her head slightly to the side and bending her knees a little to give her throat a better angle. At the same time she clenched her pelvic floor muscles and was rewarded by two grunts of pleasure that delighted her. In her previous life s he had had no idea that she would love giving pleasure to men who arrogantly demanded she provide it. The two men currently enjoying her began to move and soon hit on a rhythm that had them both thrusting forward at the same time, so that she was swallowing to the maximum at the same time as her cervix was being hit. She felt herself begin to spiral up towards a towering orgasm as the rhythm got faster and she felt herself compressed by the cocks from both ends, harder and faster. Eventually she came with a cock-muffled squeal as the man behind her dug his nails into her hips and rammed himself brutally to his c limax while the man in front of her ravished her mouth and throat, finally splashing large gobbets of spunk deep into her throat as she was strugglin g to howl her own release. Some how she managed to weather the assault but collapsed to her knees when they pulled clear. The groom grabbed her collar again though and
Possibly in the early days she might have wondered why she enjoyed what they did to her so much, and perhaps it occurred to her that Martha had begun to unlock the sluice gates of her sexuality that she had locked fast when she had fo und out about her parents. B eing a pony and having all choices removed from her had made it easier to go with the flow. But now all she knew was that she loved the sheer physicality of sex. She loved having a man enter her body and she didn’t care which way he went in . She loved the feel of the hard cocks driving into her. She loved the taste of them and she loved the stuffed-to-bursting feeling of having a big one in her rectum. She didn’t want to know the men involved, that was a distraction from the pure, uncomplicated pleasure of anonymous sex.
She stood with her legs braced apart and her hands clipped together behind her back, naked and unafraid as the men began to arrive. First of all there was a groom carrying a short flogger. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her head down to deliver fifteen or twenty lashes to her back. It wasn’t a marking whip but a few good lashes heightened her appeal to the men.
“This one’s White Lightning, gentlemen,” the groom explained. “If you’ll f orm a queue, she might be able to take most of you . Now, Sir, how would you like her?”
Sophie stood up and shook her hair back looking at the queue and counting twenty men that she could see. The first of them was a tall, balding, bank manager type.
“I’ll take her pussy from behind,” he said.
“OK, that leaves her mouth free. Who wants it?”
In a few seconds her collar was dragged down, making her bend forwards and as she felt fingers dive into her vagina which had lubricated ju st nicely under the whip, in fro nt of her she saw a man’s hands undo his flies and pull out a sizeable cock whose purple hel m was pointing directly at her face. She steadied herself as she felt the man behind her begin to work his cock into her and then opened her mouth wide as she saw the man in front move in on her. The cock was thick and filled her mouth just the way she liked, it tasted nice and fresh too and she had to work at relaxing to give it the access it demanded, turning her head slightly to the side and bending her knees a little to give her throat a better angle. At the same time she clenched her pelvic floor muscles and was rewarded by two grunts of pleasure that delighted her. In her previous life s he had had no idea that she would love giving pleasure to men who arrogantly demanded she provide it. The two men currently enjoying her began to move and soon hit on a rhythm that had them both thrusting forward at the same time, so that she was swallowing to the maximum at the same time as her cervix was being hit. She felt herself begin to spiral up towards a towering orgasm as the rhythm got faster and she felt herself compressed by the cocks from both ends, harder and faster. Eventually she came with a cock-muffled squeal as the man behind her dug his nails into her hips and rammed himself brutally to his c limax while the man in front of her ravished her mouth and throat, finally splashing large gobbets of spunk deep into her throat as she was strugglin g to howl her own release. Some how she managed to weather the assault but collapsed to her knees when they pulled clear. The groom grabbed her collar again though and
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