Ridden by Joanna Part 1-3 |
PART 1 - RIDING AND SEX My ex-girlfriend, Joanna, was a professional rider. Horseback riding, pony training, even horse breaking at times were the pleasures she enjoyed much. For a girl born in Montana, having a huge horse farm, that was somewhat natural. Her mother, as well as her younger sister, Ann, were successful equestriennes too. Myself, as a guy born in a huge city, passion for horses was a completely strange feeling. I had no talent for riding and I hated doing things for which I didn't have enough skill and courage! A typical city asshole - that's what I was and what I am now! Althouth I refused to take part in their equestrian activities, I loved watching them. In the beginning I was just admiring them - nothing more. But soon, my attitude changed a lot, as soon as I was starting to ask myself what made those strong horses to run so fast and Behave obediant under gentle ladies; gentle, but apparently having much power over those beasts! I used to spend hours, watching them riding and trying to find the secret of their power. Is it a riding crop, tapping mount's back? Or a huge cruel whip - Joanna's favorite riding toy? Possibly ... I can still remember that sound of her whip on the mount - terrifying, but somewhat sexy at the same time. On the other hand, they used to ride without crops and whips at times, but the horses were equally obediant. Their spurs? Hmmm ... small devices and their legs cannot be so powerful, I thought. And then,
one day, looking at Joanna training a horse, I started to feel strange!
She looked really amazing that day. Gazing at her perfect legs, enclosed
in her new ebony-color riding pants and black riding boots with shiny
steel spurs, sitting on a huge horse - I started to get more and more
horny! Strange thoughts I started to have - I imagined what could happen
if she rode me instead of that horse. Would she squeeze me with her sexy
thighs, with the same power she applied on that beast ... touch me with
her sexy riding boots? I was dreaming of her whip, sliding down my naked
body. My cock was so hard down there ... and she could see it. Soon, she
started to guide my head to her belly. I licked and enjoyed every part
of her skin, like I enjoyed her body first time we had sex. She straddled
my hips and stood above me. Her lower belly was in front of my face. Holding
her thighs with my strong hands, I could feel how tight they were, but
elastic at the same time. I could feel her heat even through her jodhpurs.
I slided my hand down her legs while my tongue touched her belly. I undid
her zipper with my teeth and touched her pussy with my tongue through
her panties. That made her moan even louder. My hands touched the upper
borders of her boots, which made me even hotter! "Oooooh
... Mmmmmmmm ... honey, I love this ...". She started to move on
my cock faster and faster ... while I was playing with her tits. I pinched
her nipple, squeezing her tits with my strong hands. She started to moan
louder and louder. Looking at her wild body, shined by the sunset light,
made me even more wild. She placed both hands on my shoulders. I ate hardly ... I was only thinking of two things - my gf on the horse and sex with her after dinner. I started thinking of sex and riding. We had sex almost all night. Though both of us had one orgasm after another, I felt I was missing something. Yes, she rode my cock with the same strength she used on the horse, but something spurred me to drive ourselves to the climax again and again ... Is that her clothes? Her whip? Her smile? Her power over the strong horse? PART 2 - DUTIES, DUTIES ... I don't remember when we felt asleep ... we awoke somewhere near noon. "Come on, get up honey ...". I opened my eyes and started to get horny again: she was completely dressed and prepared for riding. Where, the heck, that girl drains her energy from?! She placed a foot on a chair and put the spurs on the boot ... little prod-like spurs that shined on the sunlight, coming through the room window. I was very hard, when her sister knocked. I covered myself with a sheet and she came in ... unlike her elder sister, she preferred more casual riding outfit: tight jeans, cowboy boots and - of course - spurs with huge rowels! Joanna was angry: - Ann, I told you
a lot of times not to use those spurs on broken horses, they can really
hurt thehorse! Ann took the spurs off and threw them off towards me ... almost hitting me in the head. "Ann,you bastard, you could kill him!". The little girl stepped out of the room, continuing to argue ..."Ah, that girl ... ", Joanna said and gave me a kiss. Then, with a loving look in her eyes, she whispered gently: - Honey, don't forget
your duty today ... it's Sunday! She gave me a passionate kiss. She took her favorite whip from the chair and suddenly hit mewith it ... "Better get up and start working, you lazy bastard! Now!". "Aaah, OK, I'm up ...".She looked at me laying on the bed and hit me twice again, harder than previous time. Wow! She was really skilled with that whip! My body was burning, while she was leaving the room. "This is only a warning, honey ... Your punishment will be harder if you fail again!". She left ... I felt
hard pain on my skin, where her whip hit me, but - surprisingly - a substantial
pleasure at the same time! I started to stroke my cock. I was thinking
about her clothes and, at times, about her whip. Thoughts about her whip
made me suddenly very close. I dressed
and get out ... taking a task list with me ... starting to perform task
by task. I started to fix the fence, but I had only her on my mind. Her,
dressing in her riding outfit, with boots on her feet and whip in her
hand. Jerking off near the fence, I was trying again and again to do the
job and finally postponed it for later. I thought the smell of the stable
would prevent me from thinking about sex. Apparently I was wrong. Starting
to clean up the stable, I got to the place where we had sex the previous
evening. And I was horny again ... thinking of her body ... Her powerful
thighs riding on my cock ... on the horseback ... again on my cock ...
I'm jerking off Getting into the garage, entering the car, trying to start it ... I was thinking of those nights we spent together in that car ... in the woods ... near the road ... even on the parking once ... I was aroused again, thinking of her sucking me off, her thighs in my hands on either side of my body! Tried to wash the car ... but couldn't keep myself from being aroused again. Finally, I jerked off again and felt asleep, tired. PART 3 - THE PUNISHMENT Sudden noise woke
me up. The three women, holding horse briddles in their hands, entered
the stable, talking and laughing. "Oh no," I heard Joanna's
voice, "he didn't clean it up again! I don't know what to do with
him!". The three women stood above me. Very soon I saw Joanna entering the stable again. As she approached me, my mouth became wider and wider open: she had no clothes on her, except one thing that made me hard as a rock again: she had her riding boots on her naked legs! Yes, that knee-high, flat-soled shiny boots that I could now see in more detailed look ... since she placed them near my head! "We're gonna have some fun there, honey ...". The color of her thighs contrasted very sexy to the shiny color of the boots. She took a whip from her bag of toys and hit me hard. "Kneel in front of your Mistress, NOW!". Mistress? Strange ... I had never called her like that before. Before I could make my mind, she hit me again. "On your knees, slave!". Slave? I thought slavery was past behins us. But I couldn't think any more. I knelt down ... looking into her eyes. "You didn't do your job and you'll be punished, slave! Understood?". I looked up and nodded. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* ... she started to hit me "Yes, what bustard? You'll call me Mistress, you got it?". "Yes Mistress", I said. "That's better. Now, begin licking my filthy boots ... I don't like to ride with such boots!". I placed my tongue
on the leather surface of her boots ... could almost see my face in them
-they were so shiny ... but with lot of mud near the soles. I started
to lick, spitting the mud ...*SMACK* ... the sound of a whip almost breaking
the skin of my back and, half a second after that - hard pain all over
my body! "Do your job better this time!". I started to lick
the boot slowly, but systematically ... Nearly when
I wondered whether to clean the soles too or not, she commanded me to
get to the other one, which I licked with same care. I felt more relaxed,
since her soles where really dirty. I was polishing the boot ... licking
up her enclosed calf. She closed her eyes and moaned slowly. I felt that
leather under my tongue ... I was completely helpless, thinking of what
would come next. "Lay on your back!", she commanded me. I looked
her up in her eyes and prepared to assume the new position. She helped
me with a strong kick. Wow ... this girl could kill someone with those
boots! She placed her boot right on my chest and grinned. I was - as always
with her - wrong! She's such an unpredictable person! She gave me a strong
kick in the ribs. "Get on all 4s ... NOW!". I climbed on all
4s ... looking at her. She woke to her bag of toys and got few things
from it. She brought it to me. "There you are, you bastard ... I'm
gonna punish you hard for your duty avoidance!". With that, she placed
something on my head ... which reminded me to the briddle and bit. And
the briddle and bit they were. Joann put them on my head, fastening the
reins skillfully. "And to punish you, I'll make you become one of
our horses ... You'll be our horse slave now ... We'll treat you like
a horse. Suddenly, a smile
on her face appeared. "Ah, here they are", she said softly.
Looking back, as much as I could see from my position, her mother and
her sister came into the stable. Finally she
stopped by me ... touching my back with her soft hand. "This will
be a good mount", she said and tapped my back before she swung her
leg over my body and sit on it. I could feel all her weight on my back.
I enjoyed her thighs ... not so tight and soft as Joanna's, but still
arousing! "Giddy up!", her voice commanded. I tried to move
my right hand, but felt my body would, along with her, fall on the floor.
She kicked my thigh hard with her spur, which made it moving promptly
... and correct my equilibrium. Wow! She knew what she was doing, though
I felt hard pain on the place she applied the spur. She repeated that
with her other leg. I didn't know where I found the strength, but I was
moving! I got one kick after another. Maybe there's a logical explanation
of the source of horse power? Looking at
my gf's sister Ann, I felt a releif after this spur torture. Ann, however,
didn't share my oppinnion. Looking deep in the bag, she found her cruel
spurs. With smaller wheels, they looked less cruel than her Mother's "Jo,
I know you'll be angry, but may I please use them now, on him?".
Joanna looked at her sister, then on me and finally made her decision.
"You can do whatever you want to him! I need him broken well to be
able to train him!". Rubbing her pussy on my back, Ann started to be wet. She started to moan loudly as I moved. *KICK* *KICK* *KICK* ... Aaaaaaaah, my voice could not be heard by anyone in the neighborhood. Because, there was no neighborhood at all! The ranch was lonely in the wide area and I was on the mercy of a 18-year old girl. Noticing my blood-covered thigh, Joann came again: "Ann, don't kill him! I want him too ... look, you made three wounds on his ribs!". "You're right, Jo", Ann sighed, "I won't make any new wounds, promise! I'll use the old ones instead!". With that, she found a wounds she already made with her spurs and dug both spurs in! I almost lost my voice! I could see stars! Unlike her mother, she didn't kick me ... She used to dig the spurs deep into the flesh and torture me. I lost my voice ... and staid quiet. Finally, she moved the spurs away from my body and pulled the reins to make me stop. She dismounted me and layed on the floor, tired. Joanna reached
me. "Finally, you're mine, slave!", she said with victory, "but,
unlike my Mom and sis, I'm not angry with you so much ... honey, you know
what I love you, but you deserved the punishment, you know". She
walked to the bag and took a piece of sugar. "Take it, honey ...you'll
feel better". I ate the sugar cube hungrilly, realizing why the horses
like the sugar so much. I looked up at her, begging for more, but she
ignored that. "I'll train you now. But -unlike breaking, training
must be done with love!". She walked to the bag. Luckily for me,
she picked up a prod-like pair of spurs, suitable for English-style equestrian
training. She found a little stool and placed her leg on it. "Come
here now, pet!". I crawled to her, looking at her boot. She handed
me the spurs. "You'll place them on my boots!". I took the spur,
placing it around her boot ... fastening it. She smiled and gave to me
her other leg. When I was done, she Joanna had me on all 4s again and mounted me with ease. Finally, I was between her legs! I was her mount! My wildest dream came true! Furthermore, she was much wet! She kicked me gently and I started to move. I felt her pussy rubbing my naked, muscular back ... getting wetter and wetter on me. Joanna was moaning loudly. "Faster, honey!", she said gently. I tried to move faster, but I was very tired. As expected, she kicked me. Her kick was not so cruel as her Mom's and sister's, but enough powerful to make me move. Not so powerful because of pain -rather because of pleasure they made. She kicked me, but she did it with love. And that love could be felt well. I started to move really fast. Joanna's legs, which I kissed and caressed so many times kicked me hard, making me move according to her will. Faster ... slower ... right ...left. And I moved as she wanted ... obediantly. Her Mom and sister looked at the two of,completely satisfied with their job. EPILOGUE - THE REWARD Joanna and me stayed
alone in the stable to the dawn. Nearly after her mother and sister left,
Joanna dismounted me kicked me in the ribs to make me fall on my back
and sat on my face. She made me lick her until she came in my mouth. Of
course, she got immediately on my cock and fucked me until we both came
again. As always, she was ready for a new ride again and again ... riding
me on my back, shoulders, face, cock ... She was riding me again and again
like a cowgirl ... She helped me with my duties in the morning ... both
of us From that time, we
used to practice this kind of game frequently ... at least once a week.
No matter whether she wore her rode me in her old sneakers or professional
riding boots, whether or not she had a pair of spurs or a whip - she could
make me move with ease. |