The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm Read Online Free PDF

tanned skin. Her small, perky breasts were framed in leather and the crotch was open. The only practical purpose it served was to act as an anchor for her long, beautiful tail which matched her platinum blonde hair perfectly.
    Gypsy gave her a sneaky thumbs up as Madame Carnegie led Goldie past her stall and out into the bright morning sun where she turned her out into an empty paddock. Now began a long period of anxious waiting for the tall, lean palomino ponygirl. She was too excited and nervous to stand still so she walked and occasionally jogged laps around the paddock. Passerbys often stopped to lean against the fence and watch her graceful movements and she passed a few happy minutes showing off for humans and human equines alike. Soon, one of the grooms she recognized as Tom brought her her breakfast. It was her favorite muesli mixed with dried fruits of all types, but she barely tasted it as she gulped down most of it. All she could think about were the stallions who were going to be inside her soon.
    After what seemed like eons, Jonathan finally came to collect her. He was a groom like Tom and Connor and all the others at Three Ferns Farm, but unlike them he was employed directly by Madame Carnegie to look after her permanently owned ponygirls and boys. Goldie pranced and whinnied when she saw him coming and he laughed as he opened the gate and attached her lead rope. “Woah girl! Someone’s in estrus for sure, isn’t she?” She danced away from him impudently and he had to use both hands to get her under control. She loved doing that to grooms. The trick was to turn around and get the lead rope caught up by your shoulder. You can’t pull hard when the lead rope is only attached to your halter, but get your shoulder into it and you can surprise even a strong man! “Ok, ok!” he said, as he patted her on the back and butt. “No more jokes. Come one, let’s get you ready. I see Madame already tacked you up so we only have one more chore to do. Let’s get you to the breeding center.” She followed him readily enough now, and at times she wished she really was as big as a mare so that she could drag him more quickly to the large, indoor space that was often used for events like this. When they finally arrived the place was empty, though Goldie saw that someone had already come in and set up three cameras. Wow! She had allowed herself to be filmed for Madame’s private collection before, but never had there been three camera views! Madame must have really prepared this time.
    Jonathan tied her off and pulled a roll of purple vet-stretch wrap from his pocket. “We’d better wrap that lovely tail of yours,” he said was he picked it up and started wrapping the stretchy material around the dock, or the part closest to her ass. Around and around he went. Goldie’s tail was made with a stiff dock to give it a natural curve and the vet wrap accentuated it. When he was done he stood back to examine the wrap job. Now her lovely tail would be kept clean when wave after wave of hot man juice washed into her. Next Jonathan brought over a tub of warm water and washed her cunt thoroughly, copping a feel or two and slipping a finger in and out of her warm hole more than once. “You’re all ready,” he said, drying his hands. “I have to leave you here for a minute and go do some last minute prep with the stallions. Madame will be with you shortly. Oh wait, I almost forgot!” He took the vet stretch wrap back out and passed it over her wrists a few times. “Madame’s orders. She wanted to be sure you didn’t start the festivities early.” Goldie blushed. As if she would go against her Madame’s wishes!
    She was left all alone in the huge echoing indoor enclosure. With her hands bound and her halter tied to the wall she could do nothing but stand there and flex her cunt, trying to give herself the tiniest bit of relief against the overwhelming arousal she faced. Finally. she heard movement and her owner, followed