Hung Like a Stallion - Part 1: The Shetland Pony - Sex Stories

Hung Like a Stallion - Part 1: The Shetland Pony

Author’s Note: Although this story can be read independently, it was created as a follow-up to the Doggy Style series. For full enjoyment—and to avoid spoilers—please read Doggy Style (Parts 1-5 + Bonus). *** It was the middle of the night and the city was asleep. Only the occasional light ruptured the blanket of darkness of a quiet neighborhood. Inhabited by less-than-upstanding citizens, the district was nonetheless home to countless businesses, though most of them were not what you would call legal. One of those businesses took place in a small warehouse. From the two guards standing at the door, it looked more like a nightclub than what it truly was; an underground horse bestiality ring. People from all across the city came to watch young women have sex with sex with stallion. Due to the low cover charge, the audience members came from all walks of life. But they all had one thing in common; they loved watching an innocent young thing being defiled by a powerful stallion. Deep within the building, such an innocent young thing stood in the changing room. The room was small and dirty and a row of half-destroyed lockers lined every wall. There were three exits. One led outside, the other to the arena and the third to the showering room. But the only occupant of the room—a gorgeous eighteen-year-old woman by the name of Barbie Lez—was too nervous to notice her filthy surroundings. Her hands shook as she slipped out of her skimpy outfit, revealing the most perfect body in the ...

... world. She had long, platinum-blonde hair with strategically placed, bright-pink highlights, full, pouty lip and piercing, emerald-green eyes. Now fully nude, there was nothing covering up her firm, D-Cup boobs. Her bounce-a-quarter-off-of-it butt was equally visible as was her tight, clean-shaven pussy. One final detail helped make her the most beautiful woman on earth. A large, bright-pink tattoo seemed to hover between her pussy and navel. Shaped like the lesbian symbol, it made every man who saw it want her that much more. After all, what kind of man would not want to have his way with a lesbian—especially such a hot one? “Relax,” Barbie told herself as she steadied her shaking hands enough to grab a surprisingly short nightie from the open locker before her. Completely see-through and barely long enough to cover her bouncy behind, Barbie did not really see the point of the garment. But she had been instructed to put it on and that was all that mattered. Taking a seat on the bench that stood perfectly centered in the grimy room, Barbie took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. When that did not work, she decided to distract herself my letting her mind wander. Within seconds, she thought back to what had led her there. It had all started with a few simple words. Horse bestiality! Well, the truth was it had really started with Candy Love, but that is another story altogether. A week earlier. The sun was just rising when Barbie heard pounding on the door. Grunting, she was ...