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Chapter 10 - On the Tube

This work also appears at http://www.ranch.demon.co.uk/



Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored
with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing
network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world
of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship
whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies.
A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during
this journey.

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heterosexual, homosexual and group sex activities and covers
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Chapter 10
On the Tube

Daylight of the natural kind sent a twinkling bar across the bedroom 
some seven hours later. Lucinda arched her back and stretched like a 
cat, almost purring as she found herself smiling contentedly. Although 
somewhat sore down below she savoured the tingling that spread from 
between her legs via her belly and breasts to the extremities of her 
body.
Peter snored beside her and she grinned and wiggled over to kiss him on 
the cheek. True to form, he grunted and turned away from her. Lucinda 
shrugged, 'Poor thing's exhausted' she thought and, pressing her fingers 
gently into the top of her sex, replayed the night's activities in her 
mind.
They'd bade their farewells to Charles who had gushed and 'my dear'd' 
her extensively as they made their way to the door.
'Hi again' said Cat, the girl from the loo, as they reached the caf  
area.
'Oh hi' smiled Lucinda, 'Peter, this is... er... Catherine, wasn't it?'
'Yes, but I prefer Cat. Hi'
'Hello,' nodded Peter as he surveyed the girl, 'I think we've met 
before?'
Lucinda looked at them both curiously and started to feel like an 
outsider again but Peter saved her from any further paranoia by adding,
'Sorry, we have to go. Cab to catch.'
'OK' she shrugged, 'No problem, take care'
They both thanked her and left.

As they walked towards the evening bustle of Marylebone Road, Lucinda 
asked Peter,
'Where do you know her from?'
'I'm not sure, another of Charles's events maybe? Why?'
'Oh, OK. Nothing. I was just curious. How many of these have you been 
to, and how did you know him? You've only been here three months?'
Peter laughed.
'I went to one just after I arrived here, but I've known Charles's club 
for a few years now via the Net and on previous trips over here. He and 
some of his members also visited the States last Summer.'
'And Cat?'
'I've seen her picture on the Club's Web site. I didn't put two and two 
together when you mentioned her. You're not jealous surely?'
Lucinda laughed this time,
'No of course not!'
She added a few seconds later...
'...but I saw you ogling her body'
Peter hugged her to him
'I was merely comparing... and considering how lucky I was'
Lucinda felt a rush of affection for him. Well, OK a rush of lust. In 
fact, both. Sadly, a street corner next to King's Cross Station late at 
night was not the best place to demonstrate these but she threw caution 
to the wind and wrapped her arms around his neck before plunging her 
tongue into his mouth. He still tasted of the coffee they'd drunk 
earlier and she melted into him as his powerful arms encircled her 
waist. As they kissed she felt herself lifted off the ground and he 
buried his face into her neck, licking along the muscle at the side. She 
giggled and squirmed but he held her tighter. Suddenly she realised what 
he was also doing and squealed as the cool air caressed her buttocks.
'You bugger!' she exclaimed and jumped away, tugging her skirt down.
He put on his little boy look.
'Oh darn! What a shame' he smirked.
'You'll get me arrested around here!'
'And you'll make a fortune from what I hear of this place!' he laughed.
'Oh, so you're my pimp now then?'
'Hardly, pimps send their girls out for money. I'd send you out for your 
pleasure!'
'You wouldn't let another have me, surely?' she asked softly, but the 
thought was enticing.
'I've told you, I wouldn't make you do anything that you didn't want to 
but I did get a great kick out of flashing your pretty fanny just then'
'What!' she exclaimed before she realised that he meant her buttocks.
He quickly added,
'And so did they!'
She turned and noticed a group of Asian boys grinning at them both.
'Shit!' she exclaimed as she tugged her skirt down. Two of the boys 
applauded and the others cheered.
Lucinda grabbed Peter's hand and charged down the steps to the 
Underground.
'Sod the taxi' she shouted as she ran, 'I'm not standing there for all 
to see!'
Peter was still laughing, and, when they reached the pedestrian tunnel, 
he slowed her to a more sedate pace then gripped her hand firmly and 
said,
'But I wanted you to be seen'
Something in his voice made Lucinda stop and look at him. He looked at 
her seriously. She raised a questioning eyebrow,
'Eh?'
'I wanted you to be seen. It gives me a lot of pleasure to see others 
appreciate you.'
She began to get his drift,
'You mean like the ponies back there?'
'That's exactly what I mean. But they were well trained and obedient'
Lucinda now laughed, tying to lighten his seriousness.
'Yes, but they weren't flashing their... er, fannies, outside King's Cross 
Station!'
'If their trainers had wished it they would have done so.'
He still wore his serious expression however. Lucinda sensed they'd 
reached another important point in the development of their 
relationship. She held his gaze, wondering if he'd smile. After some 
moments she felt the throng of the late evening rush of travellers 
recede to the point that Peter was the sole centre of her existence and 
felt the thrill run through body even before her mind realised what she 
was doing.
She lowered her eyes.
'I'm sorry... Master. It won't happen again.'
Peter took both her hands in his.
'Are you sure?'
Lucinda nodded.
'I want you to be absolutely certain you understand what you are 
saying?'
She nodded again but this time squeezed his fingers.
'Yes my love, I am absolutely certain'
He gave her a questioning look but then kissed her gently. The thrill 
she'd experienced a few moments before now spread to fill her with 
warmth. He put his arm around her shoulders and joined the m l e as they 
walked down the tiled corridor towards the ticket machines.
'Well, I'd better get you home and put that to the test then!' he 
laughed.
Lucinda just hugged his arm tighter.

The platform was mostly packed with cheerful Friday night revellers and 
a few weary commuters. To Lucinda's dismay, the Asian lads appeared 
through the entrance a few moments after them. They giggled and nudged 
each other and Lucinda felt them looking her up and down.
She steeled herself and glanced at Peter who was infuriatingly grinning 
as he stared nonchalantly across the tracks at a hording advertising 
cheap international phone calls.
Lucinda willed the train to arrive. Thankfully, after a very long minute 
or so, it did.
Despite the crowds, the carriage they boarded had some vacant seats in 
the long rows that faced each other.
Peter whispered to Lucinda,
'Sit there' he nodded at one of the seats, 'but don't cross your legs' 
he gripped her arm tightly and added, 'In fact I want you to keep them 
apart'
Lucinda started opened her mouth to comment, but remembered her recent 
vow. She nodded and, when he let her go, walked to the empty seat. Now 
wishing she'd not folded the waistband over, she tucked her horribly 
short skirt under her, placed her bag beside her then sat upright like 
Little Miss Prim. Directly opposite her sat one of her new tormentors, 
his eyes firmly fixed on her crotch.
Lucinda momentarily caught his lecherous grin and turned her attention 
to her own reflection in the window as the train wound its way through 
the darkened tunnel.
She had never before felt such an urge to cross her legs and maintain 
her modesty but sensed Peter's testing gaze upon her.
At the next station, the seat next to the youth was vacated and one of 
his cronies joined his colleague. He made an exaggerated act of resting 
his head on his friend's shoulder to check the view. Her thighs ached 
with tension and she desperately hoped that his actions went unnoticed 
by the other travellers.
Amazingly she felt herself moisten at the thought of being so nearly 
naked before these strangers and felt the corresponding flush start to 
suffuse her neck and face. The more she tried to resist, the more it 
grew. It reminded her of her excruciating attempts to suppress a fit of 
the giggles in chapel at school, she'd invariably failed at that too she 
recalled. In those days she'd tried to focus her attention on the 
strange numbered codes by each hymn. This time she noticed if she rocked 
her head a little her reflected face grew and vanished in the curved 
glass of the window.
'Now you see me, now you don't' she chanted silently to herself as she 
tried to ignore the leers.
Just as she felt she had some degree of control, the first lad, who had 
slid down in his seat, beamed and suddenly called to Peter.
'Hey man! Your ho' lost something?'
Peter hung onto the rail by the doorway, looked slightly bewildered then 
patted his clothes.
'Oh God!' she thought, 'he can't!'
He did.
Peter unravelled her panties from his pocket, inspected them and lurched 
past the, now very interested, travellers. He stopped by the two Asian 
lads.
'Well there's these I guess?' He dangled the lacy triangle of clothing 
from his fingertips. 'How very careless.'
Lucinda now realised why the mothers of young girls always interrogated 
them about 'wearing clean knickers' before setting out, the operative 
word being 'wearing', she was certain they didn't have this type of 
situation in mind though.
A cheer went up from the gang as Peter dropped Lucinda's panties into 
her lap.
She looked down at them seeming so innocent and tiny as they lay there 
but they could have been a massive laser light-show proclaiming,
'THIS GIRL'S GOT NO PANTIES ON! ROLL UP, ROLL UP! ALL HAVE A PEEK!'
Lucinda 's slight flush of arousal was replaced with one of 
embarrassment. She fumbled with the offending scrap of clothing and 
looked up plaintively at Peter for guidance. He bent to her and 
whispered,
'Stand up and put them on.'
By this time the entire compartment was aware of her predicament.
She took a deep breath, gripped the vertical rail next to her and stood.
Steadying herself with one hand, she bent as demurely as possible and 
stepped into one leg hole. At that moment the train sped into Oxford 
Circus station and suddenly slowed. The doors opened but no one 
alighted, only more people entered, and those spectators who refused to 
get off held the door open. Lucinda wobbled precariously on one leg and 
tugged the panties up before hastily putting in her other foot and 
wiggling them up safely under her skirt.
She smoothed her skirt and stood.
Everyone cheered this time and some even clapped.
Lucinda gave a little bow and smiled sheepishly at Peter who held her 
hand.
'Well done.' He whispered, 'That was very good.'
'It was' she thought, 'My God, it really was!' and she hung onto Peter.
The rest of the journey to Victoria passed in a daze with vague memories 
of fellow travellers smiling and waving at them as they went their 
separate ways.
Lucinda recalled flashes of yet another jovial taxi driver as they drove 
to Peter's flat in Fulham. During the short journey they sat quietly 
side-by-side staring out of the cab but Peter had slid her skirt up and 
was stroking her recently reacquired, and now damp, panties where they 
covered her swollen clitoris. As his finger moved in relentless tiny 
circles, visions of the evening's entertainment flashed through her mind 
and she longed to be taken like El had taken Princess earlier. She'd 
never been made love to from behind before, 'doggy fashion' she thought 
the term was. Well, she dismissed the canines in a second and fantasised 
about 'horsy fashion'. As the thoughts filled her mind she parted her 
legs and pressed her sex into the seat imagining it filled with a 
massive, insatiable penis. She let out a little groan and to her 
disappointment Peter ceased his ministrations as the taxi pulled to a 
halt. Zombie like and about to burst, she was led by the hand into the 
building, to the lift then into the flat.
Some two metres inside the door was a small table where Peter put his 
keys, post and similar clutter. Lucinda didn't stop. She walked past him 
as he held the door for her, leant forwards, extended her arms and 
flopped onto the table.
She reached back and flipped up her skirt then, like a mare in heat, 
tensed her spread legs and thrust her aching vulva back at her lover and 
mumbled.
'Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me... NOW!'
Lucinda felt Peter's presence behind her as he tugged the crotch of her 
panties roughly to one side and, before he even touched her flesh she 
felt her tension race to a peak. Suddenly he slammed into her and 
flattened her torso and breasts onto the tabletop. With a squeal of 
delight, she exploded in a shuddering climax that washed over and over 
as she felt Peter grip her hips and pound frantically such that she 
swore the rear table legs lifted off the ground until the moment he came 
into her before collapsing alongside her.
She turned her face to his and kissed him as she felt his spasms slowly 
dwindling.
'Oh my goodness' she panted, What the Hell happened then?'
Peter gasped into he ear,
'Well my darling, I think you just well and truly got the living 
daylights fucked out of you'
Lucinda purred and clamped her internal muscles around her lover's penis 
as she noticed: the door standing wide open; a set of car keys digging 
into her cheek; two pens stabbing her breast; and a leaflet advertising 
upholstery cleaning in front of her face.

She replayed the rest of the night in her mind as she lay in the morning 
light lightly playing with herself.
Their erotic safari had led from the hallway where Peter kicked the door 
shut after he'd extracted himself with a delicious slurping noise. She, 
in turn, had slid off the table and sat on the floor feeling almost 
stoned.
Peter had thrown the door keys onto the table she now viewed with some 
affection and had looked down at her, his semi-deflated penis hovering 
before her face. She'd smiled and cupped his testes in her hand before 
closing her mouth around the swelling glans. She could still taste the 
heady mixture of his wheaten-flavoured semen and her tangy juices. The 
rest of the night had passed in a mixture of mutual lust and the 
exchange of copious amounts of bodily fluids a great deal of which now 
formed tight patches on her face, breasts and, curiously, a spot behind 
her left shoulder.

And it was still only Saturday morning.




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