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Mr P’s Revenge:
Parts of this story are true, other parts are fictional and some are pure exaggeration designed to make the writer sound really awesome. I will let you decide which are which :) Mr P.
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Susan squealed with laughter as she tumbled onto the bed, landing on her back. She immediately tried to curl up into a ball but it was too late.
Her laughter turned to a growl as I dropped heavily onto her stomach. Keeping my knees wide apart I could feel the softness as my backside sank into her lower stomach. I felt her muscles tighten under me and her thighs press against my back. Susan fought back briefly as I caught her wrists and pinned them. Before she could react I leapt forward, landing with my shins across her arms and my butt resting on her upper stomach, just below her pink crop-top. The motion made us both bounce on the bed and Susan instinctively used the momentum to start bucking.
I whooped as she pushed me up. I made no effort to avoid allowing my full weight to drop back down, pushing her deeper into the mattress. Her feet slipped out from under her. “Goblin breath,” she gasped.
I laughed, “one.”
Susan adjusted her stance and tried three, short quick bucks in a row.
“Two.” I was so loving this position. Sitting just below her breasts meant the rising curve where her stomach met her chest gave me a fantastic view of the cleavage presented by her little crop-top and her bucking motion pressed up against me in a very enjoyable way.
Susan bridged me high and held me up above the bed. I could sense the tension in her body and knew she was going to try and tip me forward or sideways. I rose up a little, letting her biceps take my full weight, then bounced my butt up and down. Once, then twice before she collapsed. “Three.”
“No, no, no,” she cried. I could feel her twisting, her legs swinging from side to side in the vain hope of rolling over and pushing me off but I was seated too firmly on her.
“Four.”
She gave that up and lay still and quiet for a moment, glaring up at me as she caught her breath.
“Five.”
Susan exhaled and tried to push my legs up with just the strength of her arms. I grinned at her doomed effort and bounced up and down on her stomach, small bounces that made her puff each time.
“Six, Pixie Pony. Looks like you’re losing this bet.”
Susan growled and kicked her feet in frustration. We both laughed at her pretend tantrum.
“Seven,” I patted her on the cheek. Susan responded with a wild combination of short and long bucks. “Eight. Giddy-up pony,” I managed to tap my heels against her sides. Susan bridged me high again but then as she dropped gave a short, quick buck that caught me by surprise. I shot forward but unfortunately for her I landed squarely on her chest, her cute little top vanishing under me. I wriggled to get comfortable and wrote the number 9 slowly, teasingly, across her cleavage.
“So unfair,” she moaned.
“Ten. Now how many is that Pixie Pony slave?” I asked.
“Ten to you, goblin breath,” she poked her tongue out at me.
“So we bet I couldn’t out-wrestle you like in my Casey story didn’t we?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer. “Yes that’s right we did and look here I am sitting on top of you for the tenth time. Hmm, I guess that means I won the bet didn’t I?”
“Yes,” she muttered.
“What was that Pixie slave?” I taunted her.
“Yes you won the bet,” she said louder.
I bounced a little on her chest and pumped a fist in the air in victory. “Ahh revenge is sweet,” I gloated.
“So is riding an obedient, submissive ponyboy in public,” she grinned up at me.
“Oh you’re so paying for that.” I took hold of her wrists and pinned her arms up above her head. I slid forward until her chin was pressed up against me and my thighs framed her face. “Now do you remember what I get for winning the bet?”
Susan nodded in response, her chin moving very distractingly up and down. Her eyes glittered with mischief.
“Say it!”
Wordlessly she turned her head from side to side to say no. I reached back and tickled her ribs until she started begging for mercy. “What did I win?”
“A pony ride.” I tickled her some more partly to get her to answer properly but mostly because all her jiggling around under me felt amazing.
“A topless pony ride to music!” Susan finally yelled out. I stopped tickling her and moved back to sit on her stomach to let her catch her breath.
It might have also been to give me a chance to calm down a bit as well.
When Susan’s breathing returned to normal she challenged me, “well if you want a topless ride you’ll have to remove my crop-top yourself.”
I slid my hands up her sides to the edge of her top. “Dare you to,” she smirked.
I was a little intimidated, especially as this was no story but a genuine person under me. Susan raised a questioning eyebrow at my hesitation, then giggled as my fingers slipped under the edge of her lycra top. I leant forward as first my fingertips and then my hands encountered the soft curves of her chest. Susan arched her back allowing me to more easily peel back her little top. The motion also pressed her chest up against my hands so I deliberately took my time before lifting her top over her head.
I got to my feet and Susan looked up at me, “should I return the favour?” She asked. She sat up and gently slid my underwear down. Did her soft lips and tongue do anything naughty as she did so, I’m not saying they did but I’m not saying they didn’t.
I pushed her back to the mattress and straddled her chest again, loving the feel of skin against skin. I’d never felt he movement of her chest as she breathed while under me so intensely. Her breathing had quickened a little as well.
Susan gave a gentle, slow buck then arched her back, pushing her chest up. “Nice?” She asked.
I swallowed a couple of times and nodded.
“I can’t give you a pony ride from this position though, can I?” She asked all innocently.
“No.” I reluctantly moved off her chest and watched as she slowly got off the bed and onto all fours. I sat full weight on her hips and massaged some almond oil into her back, right up to the nape of her neck. Susan sighed as I put a little extra effort into her shoulder muscles.
Without warning she dropped forward and gave her hips a twitch. I slid a bit unbalanced down off her hips, into the middle curve of her back and up towards her shoulder blades. Straight away she straightened her arms and her shoulders rose up. I slipped back down her oil slicked and into the natural saddle her curved back again formed. I adjusted my seat, getting my balance and gathering her reins and bit up from the floor.
Susan moved restlessly under me, shifting her hips, stretching shifting the positions of her hands. The almond oil allowed me to feel the muscles in her back and sides moving under her soft skin. I moved forward and wrapped my legs around her ribs, feeling her soft breasts pressed against my calves. I lowered the bit over her head and reminded her that this was a pleasure ride to music not a rodeo ride. Susan grabbed at the bit and snorted in amusement.
I slid down her back, tightened the reins pulling her head up and gave her behind a light smack. Susan started forward but I used the reins to curb her and laughed when she grrrrd in response. “We can’t forget the music Pixie Pony.” I dismounted and hit play on my ipad. I walked back to where she was waiting, her short cycle shorts clinging to the curve of her behind. I mounted and slid into the curve of her back. Susan’s skin, the oil and the deep curve of her back were all very arousing.
Green Days ‘Viva la Gloria’ started off slow and gentle. Susan responded to the music by deepening the curve of her back so slowly and then just as gently rising up to an arch. As she lowered me she rolled her shoulders her hip moving in contrast as she danced under me to the music.
There was a pause and the beat kicked into gear and this was why I’d chosen to have the reins for extra balance.
Susan moved across the lounge dancing on all fours. Underneath me her back rolled, dipped, arched and shimmied in pace with the music. As I became more familiar with her movements I was able to relax and put more of my weight onto her back and move with her. As the song progressed I could hear her breathing increase, my weight bore down on her and I did nothing to make it any easier. The thrill of riding her so hard was such a rush. I could feel when her arms started shaking and in response I drummed my heels against her thighs and pushed myself deeper into her back.
I was losing any sort of control and Susan knew it. She dipped and rolled and I slid forward up her rising spine then back again. Somehow she deepened the curve of her back and I fiercely pulled back on the reins, drawing her head back and giving me more of an angle to press against. Susan’s gasps drove me wild and they were all I could hear as my vision clouded and my head spun.
As my breathing finally slowed Susan let the bit drop from her mouth. “Was that worth winning?” She asked.
I leaned forward resting my arms on her shoulders and whispered, “absolutely,” in her ear.
Her head drooped a little and she chuckled, “okay time to get off me, the song’s well and truly finished.”
I sat up and caught a handful of her dark hair and turned her face towards me. “This ride’s finished when I say it is isn’t that right pony slave?”
I could see her smile, despite how tired she must have felt. “Yes Master,” she whispered.
With my left hand in her hair and my right lightly patting her behind as she walked Susan carried me in a victory lap around the lounge. No doubt plotting her revenge the whole way.
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