Penny In Harness

by Penny Birch

  ‘Certainly,’ Amber replied, ‘she’s still in training, but she has a natural grace.’

  I was in pony-girl heaven as I was led outside. They discussed my qualities as we walked out to the paddock, Mr Novak asking questions which Amber either answered truthfully or made up as she went along. She was obviously keen to present an image of skill and experience, and I did my best to help.

  First he asked to see my gaits, which meant very little to me but turned out to be various types of walk. Their names — walk, trot, high-step, side-step and so forth — were fairly self-explanatory and I managed to respond to Amber’s commands, without needing more than the occasional light touch of her whip across my bottom. A session on the pole and jumps followed that, after which he insisted on seeing more tack and Amber had to bring her cart out.

  I was harnessed to it and driven around the paddock, first by her and then by him, giving my permission for him to ride by stamping my foot in response to Amber’s questions. I had taken off my heels to do the jumps and was barefoot, managing a decent turn of speed on the grass. By the time he was satisfied, I was hot and sticky, with a warm bum from their whips and a wet pussy from the whole experience.

  ‘Excellent, excellent,’ Mr Novak announced as Amber led me back towards the yard. ‘I must have many of the things you make so well; in the right leather, of course. I will pay you in pounds sterling; cash, of course.’

  He did, as well — quite a lot and never questioning Amber’s honesty. I was tethered in the yard, dripping wet after having had a bucket of water emptied over me, and could see them through the kitchen window. I watched as Amber noted down his order and put the money away, shaking his hand and then rising. I was hoping he would leave so that I could masturbate in front of Amber, which was what I most wanted to do but, when they emerged from the door, they walked over to me instead of the car.

  If he wasn’t going to go away, I told myself as they approached, then I hoped he would enjoy watching me come. All morning, I’d been getting excited by the added humiliation of having him watch me, best of all when he had seen the tail plug inserted in my bottom, so coming in front of him would actually put a nice finishing touch to it.

  ‘Your pony-girl is very fine,’ he was saying to Amber as they stopped in front of me. ‘Yes, really very fine.’

  He was looking at me with frank admiration and I found myself blushing, only to be let down flat by his next remark.

  ‘Not as beautiful as one of my pony-boys, of course, but still very fine.’

  So he did prefer boys, which didn’t surprise me. His next remark did.

  ‘Would she enjoy anal sex with me?’ he asked Amber, as if it was a completely reasonable request.

  That really put the cap on it. First to tell me I was second rate and then to ask if I’d like his cock up my bottom.

  ‘I’m not really sure,’ Amber answered, sounding less than one hundred per cent sure of herself for once. ‘I suppose you could ask her.’

  ‘I will ask her,’ he replied, giving a little amused smile and raising his finger as if to admonish her for an error of etiquette. ‘Calliphigenia, I am willing to have anal sex with you. Stamp once if you want that.’

  Willing to! The arrogance of the man was extraordinary. He was twenty years or so older than me, hardly taller than me and would have obviously preferred it if I’d been male. With all that, he expected me to be not just willing, but eager to be buggered by him; doubtless while he shut his eyes and imagined it was one of his precious pony-boys.

  I do like it in my bottom, though, and was seriously turned on, especially with the way the tail plug moved as I walked. If he had been most men, I’d have been on my knees with my bum stuck up in the air on the spot. As it was, I hesitated, looked at Amber, received a look of mock despair and then stamped my foot.

  ‘Good,’ he answered. ‘Perhaps over the bench in the first room we went to?’

  Over Amber’s work bench, with my face pressed into the leather skins seemed ideal. Once more, I was unhitched and led into the workroom, this time to be bent gently down over the bench and my legs freed to allow me to open them and present Mr Novak with a nice view of my bottom. They left my hands tied behind my back, which added to the submissive feeling as I waited. Watching over my shoulder, I saw Amber burrow into a drawer to find Mr Novak a condom. His cock was already out of his fly as she turned back: not too large, thankfully, and still limp.

  ‘Perhaps if you could…’ he addressed Amber, gesturing to his penis.

  I wondered if there was any end to the cheek of the man as Amber glanced first at his face then at the limp cock that was being offered to her.

  ‘A few moments in your mouth will be quite sufficient,’ he continued, as if it wasn’t obvious what he wanted her to do.

  I remembered Ginny Scott saying that Amber liked to have an excuse to have sex with men and so wasn’t that surprised when she shot him only a brief glance of disbelief and then knelt to take his cock in her mouth. She licked it and then gulped it into her mouth, easing his balls out of his fly as she began to suck. As he had predicted, it stiffened quickly and Amber was soon sucking on a hard little shaft; Mr Novak then pulled it out of her mouth to stand, glistening and ready for insertion into my anus.

  They had to take my tail out first, which Amber did while Mr Novak rolled the condom down on to his erection. I clamped my teeth on the leather of my bit as she pulled it gently out, relaxing as much as I could to keep myself open and moist for Mr Novak’s cock. The sour, sharp taste of the leather filled my mouth as a hand touched my hip. The other, I knew, would be on his cock, guiding it to the juicy, willing target of my bottom-hole. Then something was touching me, the head of his prick, in that most sensitive of places: nuzzling, pushing, then making me grunt as it found its way in. For a moment, it hurt, then there was the wonderful, breathless sensation that I only get from having a cock pushed up my bottom.

  Most men expect to fuck a girl’s bottom as if they were fucking her pussy, hard and fast. It’s not the same, though; it requires more care and less eagerness. I’ll say one thing for Mr Novak, he knew what he was doing. His strokes were slow and firm, each one ending with his balls nudging my empty pussy. If my hands hadn’t been strapped tight behind my back, I’d have been clawing the leather with one and playing with myself with the other. As it was, all I could do was let my feelings build to an impossible peak as he buggered me expertly.

  ‘Do you enjoy having my penis in your bottom, Calliphigenia?’ he suddenly asked, not varying his stroke but taking his hands from my hips and starting to caress my buttocks.

  It was obvious I did, because I was grunting and panting unrestrainedly, not to mention pushing my bottom back for more. I nodded in response anyway, assuming he was getting an extra thrill from talking to me. He was squeezing my cheeks and pulling them apart, which I knew meant he’d be watching his cock go in and out. I suddenly wished I had a mirror so that I could see it too, or that Amber would take a picture so that I could come later over the sight of myself being buggered over her work bench.

  ‘And would you prefer me to be a big young man with a penis like that of a donkey?’ he continued.

  I shook my head. I wasn’t just flattering him either. Young men tend to go too fast and not last long enough, while really big cocks are too much for me. Mr Novak was a real expert and the knowledge of where he’d got that expertise just added to the delicious humiliation of being buggered by him. He gave a pleased laugh at my response and planted a gentle slap on my bum.

  His pushes were getting firmer and deeper, his attention to my buttocks more urgent. I knew he was going to come soon, and wished I could have done so too. It was then that Amber joined in, coming to stand beside me and slipping an arm under my belly, her hand finding my pussy. First she took me in her palm, then slipped her thumb between my sex lips to bring the hard knuckle against my clit. She began to rub and I began to let my mind run.

  There was no need for any embellishment to
my fantasy. I was bent over in full pony-girl tack and a middle-aged Czech businessman had his penis in my bum-hole. I’d been shown off naked in front of him. My anus had been lubricated and a tail put in my bottom as he watched. He’d seen me perform as a pony-girl, seen me whipped, insulted me, and now he was working his stubby little cock slowly back and forth in my bottom-hole. Not only that, he’d had Amber suck his cock. My beautiful lady, who had trained me, beaten me when I needed it, even had me lick her bottom — and she’d knelt to suck his prick and hold his balls in her hand.

  It was that thought that made me come. Amber kneeling with Mr Novak’s erection in her mouth while she tickled his balls. My back arched and I nearly pulled his cock out of my bum, but he took a firm grip of my harness and pushed his cock back up to the hilt.

  ‘She has come to her climax; how beautiful,’ I heard him say as my shudders subsided. ‘Now I will, too. Ah what a pleasure, to take my orgasm in an English-woman’s bottom.’

  I tried not to giggle as he began to hump away, his strokes getting rapidly faster and deeper. Amber had sat up on the bench next to me and was stroking my hair as she watched him bugger me. I was wishing he’d hurry up but didn’t have the heart to stop him. I relaxed and moved my hips with his strokes, hoping it would help him come. Maybe it did because, a moment later, he grunted and slammed his cock to the hilt in my bum, his balls slapping on my pussy and his stomach smacking against my backside. He held it there for a long moment, holding me hard against him by my harness.

  Then it was over and he had withdrawn. I stayed slumped over the bench while Amber undid my wrist straps, then let her help me to my feet.

  ‘Most kind. Thank you,’ Mr Novak said — to Amber, not me — and speaking as if she’d just let him use the telephone or made him a cup of tea.

  He left soon afterwards, promising to be back in a fortnight for his order.

  ‘You are a disgrace, Miss Penny Birch,’ Amber chided me playfully when she returned from fastening the gate. ‘I should really beat you for being such a willing little slut.’

  ‘Yes, please,’ I answered, ‘but later, in the bedroom.’

  ‘I’ll hold you to that. Seriously, are you OK?’

  ‘Fine, other than having a slightly sore bottom, and I could do with a bath.’

  ‘Have one while I make lunch,’ she answered, moving towards the kitchen door.

  When I came downstairs, once more scrubbed and presentable, Amber was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of white wine in one hand and Mr Novak’s order in the other. I poured myself a glass and sat down opposite her, watching the rather serious expression on her face.

  ‘Look, Penny,’ she said after a while, ‘are you busy, next week?’

  ‘No,’ I answered fairly truthfully, ‘term’s over, so I can more or less do as I like. Most of my team’s away anyway. Why?’

  ‘I…’ she began and then stopped.

  I knew what she was going to ask, and what the answer was, but I wanted to be sure.

  ‘I need some help with Novak’s order,’ she continued, ‘and, well, actually, I’d like you to move in with me. If you like…’

  ‘Yes,’ I answered and reached out to take her hand.

  She responded by squeezing my hand and smiling, then getting up and walking around the table to hug me. I snuggled into her neck, feeling warm and secure, staying there until she let go and kissed me gently on the forehead.

  The rest of the day was spent in blissful relaxation. We stripped naked and sunbathed in the paddock, inevitably ending up in a clinch. We kissed for a while and then started a play-fight. Of course, Amber won easily and was soon sitting astride me with her bottom poised over my face, threatening to sit down if I didn’t submit. I refused and was rewarded with her full, female bottom sat squarely down on my face.

  ‘Kiss it or I’ll sell you to Mr Novak,’ she joked.

  I kissed her bottom-hole and stuck my tongue in a little way, making Amber sigh.

  ‘Do that again,’ Amber asked, a familiar urgency creeping into her voice.

  She had relaxed, expecting her bottom licked as I’d done before. Instead, I nipped her thigh with my teeth and squirmed away from under her, running to the side in the hope that she would chase me and spank me before making me lick her properly.

  I got what I wanted, although I managed to get as far as the kitchen before she caught me. Once caught, I was pulled sharply down over her lap and spanked. She had my arm twisted up into the small of my back, and didn’t stop until my bottom was hot and smarting. Only then was I pushed to the ground and sat on again, only this time with her pussy facing me.

  ‘Now lick,’ she ordered, ‘and don’t stop until I tell you to.’

  I flicked my tongue out obediently, but only to tease her sex lips with the tip, deliberately ignoring her clitoris.

  ‘Do you want to be spanked again, madam?’ she demanded.

  ‘No, please, not that,’ I answered coquettishly.

  ‘Then do as you’re told,’ she replied, pushing herself forward so that her vulva was pressed against my face.

  I began to lick again, properly this time, letting my tongue find her clit and flick against the little bud. She was quickly moaning, softly and insistently, then began to rock her hips back and forth over my face. Inevitably, that was the moment the phone had to ring.

  Amber reached for the receiver, staying on top of me and she put it to her ear.

  ‘Ginny, hi,’ I heard her say. ‘Fine, thanks. Yes, she’s here actually. No, she’s busy. She’s still cross, but mainly with Matthew. I expect she’ll let you off with a good caning, if you grovel to her sweetly. I’ll tell her. No, pretty awful, I had to spank her…’

  I started to lick again, making Amber giggle.

  ‘…across my knee. No, she was already naked. We’d been sunbathing. Finishing her punishment, if you must know. In the kitchen. Yes, Ginny, I know the phone’s in the kitchen, but you still can’t talk to her. She’s got her mouth full, very full… Oh, Penny! Look, Ginny, I have to go. No, you can’t listen! Oh OK, I’ll leave the phone on the side.’

  Amber put the phone down and settled herself more comfortably over my face, cradling her boobs with one hand and balancing herself against the table with the other.

  ‘Harder, Penny. Yes, like that, yes, push. That’s perfect, just keep going…’

  I knew Ginny could hear and wished she’d phoned a moment earlier, so she could have heard me getting spanked as well. Inevitably, Amber was putting on a show for her, moaning and talking to me more than she would normally have done, but the scream when she came against my tongue was genuine, as were the sobs and heavy breathing immediately afterwards. She stayed on top of me when she’d finished, sitting back so that she was straddled across my tummy as she picked up the phone.

  ‘Yes, thank you, very nice,’ she said as she got her breath back. ‘Yes, you can talk to her now.’

  I took the phone, suddenly finding myself completely unable to be annoyed at Ginny. She was full of apology anyway and was angling for me to suggest punishing her. Of course, she knew that, if I accepted her submission, then I’d have already forgiven her for real. I had, but settled for a dose of the cane and a drive with all its attendant pleasures and possibilities, to be taken when circumstances permitted. I was looking forward to punishing Ginny, but as I passed the phone back and looked up at my new girlfriend, straddling me and gloriously naked, I wondered if I might not also manage to turn the tables on her.

  Nine

  The course of the next week saw my affair with Amber Oakley turn into a proper relationship. For all my fantasies and occasional fumbles with other women, I’d never have believed I could actually have a full blown lesbian relationship. Really there was nothing to it. I’ve always preferred to follow rather than lead in a sexual role, and Amber was very much the dominant partner. Out of bed, we got on as good friends.

  On the Monday, I’d driven to my flat to collect clothes and so forth. After that, most
of my time was spent helping her out in the shop while she got on with Mr Novak’s order. This meant meeting the locals and various other customers, all of whom were terribly respectable. In fact, I don’t think any of them so much as guessed that Amber and I were lovers or that the arrangement was anything other than innocent. Nights were a different matter, with plenty of straightforward love-making and no shortage of more elaborate role play.

  She treated me as a perfect equal, yet there was always an undercurrent of sexual tension between us, and there was plenty of erotic play. I got spanked a lot, anyway. Generally Amber would take me across her lap with my dress up and my pants pulled down. My bare bottom would then be slapped a dozen or so times before I was let down to kiss her feet. She preferred me in dresses, at least when it came to punishing me, presumably as it made it simpler to get me ready for it.

  She was endlessly inventive, and fascinated with complexity and ritual for their own sake, as well as erotic embellishments; there was always some new fantasy to try out. I spent a lot of time in the evenings in my Victorian maid’s outfit, serving her at dinner, helping her undress, bathing her and invariably finishing with a smacked bottom for me and the services of my tongue for her. She never seemed to tire of me licking her pussy, usually with her sitting on my face, but sometimes with me kneeling between her knees or while she stood in front of me. She also liked to raise her skirts for me to kiss and lick her bottom, which always brought out a particularly intense feeling of submissive pleasure in me.

  In bed it was different: kissing, cuddling and taking turns to bring each other to ecstasy with tongues or fingers. She did own a strap-on penis, a massive black rubber thing cleverly built into a pair of tight leather shorts. She only fucked me twice during that week, though, once over her workbench when she first showed me the implement and once in the paddock after a spell of pony-girl training in the evening. It vibrated, and so was great for bringing me off as well. Having things in her own pussy didn’t seem to particularly appeal to her, and I didn’t press the point, as I was getting so much of the attention.