Polo Girl
by Sincubus
- provided for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls.
- do not use without the artist/author's permission.
A polo match in gentle rain,
Cheering crowd and cold champagne.
Amusements of the upper class –
Drops running slowly down my glass.
Ponytailed and blue-eyed cutie,
Little hussy – spoiled and snooty.
Nipples poking through her shirt,
Shapely legs beneath her skirt.
There she stood right at the field,
Hidden thoughts were soon revealed:
“Looks like life is boring you –
So why not try something new?”
“I love horses, I love to ride –
How does it feel, the other side?”
We both left the muddy track,
Drops running down her slender neck.
She's been a skilled equestrienne
No need for explanations then:
She knew 'em all, tools of the trade,
And scarcely could await her fate.
At first, I had to use the crop
To break in this petite salope.
The fine line between lust and pain
Teached her obedience to the rein.
I pierced her breasts, I pierced her clit,
Cries and moans stopped by the bit.
Soon from her nipple rings were dangling
Silvery bells, with each breath jingling.
And deep into her derrière
I plugged a horsetail, with much care.
She will stay naked many weeks –
Tears running down her blushing cheeks.
The Haute École all through the day,
At night only a bed of hay:
Responsiveness, sobriety –
And no more “High Society”.
Trot and canter, all the paces,
Exercised in public places,
First ashamed, but then with pride
She showed all, nothing to hide.
Now glowin' iron in red coal
Will touch her buttock, prove her rôle –
She knows this will be much too real:
A lasting mark, a burning seal.
She is a perfect thoroughbred,
With trembling flanks, legs slightly spread,
Sweat-covered skin, tanned – looks so nice.
Hot drops are running down her thighs.
“You are in heat, well, I can smell it,
C'mon, let's play with balls and mallet.”
Yes, she's my filly, is my pearl –
My classy little polo girl.
© 2004 by Sincubus