Read Online Hot to Trot by C. P. Mandara - Free Book Online Page A

than his eyebrow, that she should mount herself upon it, again she did so without pause. It was progress. It pleased him. They were moving in the right direction.
    What he didn't know was that Jenny was looking forward to being filled. Her pussy was already clenching at the thought of that big dildo sliding deep inside her and she was almost hoping with excitement that she would finally have something underneath her with which to grind her clit upon. This looked like fun. Oh yeah baby, she was so ready for this. She didn't care what he did to her now, almost delirious in her need for release.
    'Let me know if you need lubricant,' Mark added, rather evilly. He knew she hadn't spotted the beast on the wall yet, and it would only be when he pushed the sybian backwards on its wheels that she would feel that nice thick plug pressing at her backside. If she managed to take it all she would be rewarded with an orgasm, but it would be no easy struggle. At least on this piece of apparatus he didn't need to waste any time tying her down. She was going to be deeply impaled and in so many directions that restraints would be overkill.
    Sinking onto the smooth plastic dildo and feeling the soft, delicate leather curve around her groin in a comfortable fashion, Jenny had the desire to start humping up and down. She managed to restrain the impulse, but only just. This felt nice. This felt really nice. It was strange, but the level of arousal he had managed to incite upon her had messed with her head. Her need to be filled, fucked, pulled, pushed and used was all consuming. Yes, it was probably wrong, but never had something felt more right. She wanted this so badly, that if he had wanted her to beg for the privilege of sucking his cock she'd have woofed, put her paws up and then rolled over. But she was supposed to be a horse, not a dog, she thought wryly.
    Picking up the red blindfold, he decided to place it over her eyes once more. Sometimes it was better if they didn't know what was coming, or for that matter, who was coming. He grinned and unbuckled her bridle. She wouldn't need it for the next few minutes. Undoing his fly, he watched his cock spring free from the harsh restraint of his breeches, and he pressed it to her lips. Without thinking she opened them. Who would have thought it? Jennifer Redcliff had submissive tendencies.
    'Good girl,' he murmured in surprise, and had to wonder where all this enthusiasm had come from. Sinking into the soft, warm heat of her mouth, he allowed himself a groan of pleasure and savoured the long awaited moment. God, this one was tight. Shutting his eyes, he let her guide him to the back of her throat and wondered if his earlier assessment of her oral skills would be correct.
    She appeared to take the bit between her teeth, even though he clearly remembered removing it, and he let her have her head . In return, she gave head rather expertly for such a novice. When they'd finished with her in training she'd be the best cocksucker in the northern hemisphere. Her tongue swirled, dabbed at his fraenulum as he nearly left the confines of her mouth, and when he returned she let him sink deep into the back of her throat. She should be gagging. He almost felt cheated, so much so that he grabbed two handfuls of hair and thrust himself forcefully towards her windpipe. His trainee spluttered and coughed a bit, trying desperately to breathe, and he quickly slowed his pace. There was no way he was going to rush this. His cock throbbed with desire, but his need for control would make sure that he laboured for a good few minutes, plundering the sweet lips that were nearly his undoing on each stab forward. At the auction, which would be held in the next couple of days, he would apply to be her personal trainer. This one showed such potential it was just possible she might wear the black, with a little bit of attitude readjustment. He groaned again as the little minx sucked harder. She wanted to prove herself,