Madame Carnegie's Best Broodmare

Goldie is a beautiful, successful, mature woman who just happens to enjoy becoming a palomino broodmare during her free time. She loves coming to Three Ferns Farm for their pony play retreats, because her owner, Madame Carnegie, always breeds her with the sexiest human stallions around.

This time is going to be really special. Not only does Madame have some pretty exciting plans involving more stallions than ever before, but Goldie has her own sexy secret. Found out what it is in this sizzling ponygirl tale.

WARNING: This approximately 7,500 word story is for adults only due gang bang, fisting, and extended fetish play.

Excerpt:

Goldie woke before the dawn, every inch of her skin alive with anticipation. She snuggled down in the deep straw under her blanket and took a moment to dwell on the pleasures of the coming day. She was tempted to masterbate, but she wanted to save every last drop of her arousal until the game began so she resisted, forcing herself to go no further than clenching and unclenching her moist cunt.

Today was the day she would be bred.

Granted, being bred was what Goldie did every time she came to Three Ferns Farm for their world famous ponyplay retreats. She was a broodmare, which meant that the majority of her time was spent having coordinated sex directed by her dear owner, Madame Lyn Carnegie. But time was going to be special because Goldie had a big, big secret.

All her life, Goldie had wanted a child. In her real life away from the barn and the bit, however, the spunky palomino ponygirl was an attorney with very little time for dating. The men she had met tended to be schmarmy, well... bastards. She never managed to find someone she was willing to share her life with, and at 39 she knew her days were numbered. Goldie wasn't the type to be held back by social convention, and she had money enough to raise a child alone comfortably. Initially she had decided on sperm donation, but every time she read a brochure her mind had inevitably drifted back to her ponyplay retreats. After all, she thought as she sat up and stretched luxuriously. Everyone who comes to the retreats has to have a clean background check and a clean physical six months and immediately before joining in a retreat. Almost everyone here tend to be fairly successful. When you get right down to it, what do sperm donating men have other than clean backgrounds and a reasonable level of intelligence?

Nothing, that's what. She had thought long and hard about it. It wasn't exactly ethical. She was one of the relatively few broodmares who allowed sex without condoms, but her papers listed her method of birth control. Intentionally impregnating herself was dishonest. But, in the end, her lust and desire had won out. It's not as if I'll be after anyone for child support. I mean, I won't know WHO the sire will be, and I guarantee you I make as much or more than every one of them. I don't need help. I just need a little sperm. Yes, she could get it' in a more conventional manner, but this was going to be so, so much more fun