The summer job |
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Among a wide variety of possibilities for the summer job, Mike chosed to work in the Equestrian tack shop. He told everyone he wanted to learn more about horses, but the true reasons for asking for that job were - the girls. Beautiful girls, daughters of powerful and rich people from the town. Indeed - he met some of them on the very first day of his work, but, as expected, noone looked at him as a company for a date. Rather - young women would leave him a list of tasks to be done to their equipment, like tuning up the saddle, modifying a pair of old spurs to match their new boots etc. Everyone was mad whenever he didn't do his job correctly, on time, but he apologised politely. What could he do? The town was small and they were the one and only riding tack shop in the whole county. His apologies were accepted by most of the people, except few of them, including the 18-year old daugher of the local doctor. She was a real beauty - she looked like a model, with a perfect body, but bad, really bad soul. She was a spoiled-brat type of girl, thinking the world should revolve around her. She used to raise her voice to Mike, even to slap his face. Luckily for Mike, her dad was always with her, calming the situation down. Once, having
a hard week, Mike simply couldn't finish her saddle on time and that drove
her really mad. She came to the shop in the early morning, without her
dad that time. Mike was there, making excuses, as usual. He even took
her saddle to do it immediately, asking her to wait or go somewhere for
few minutes. Completely pissed off, she asked him to remove his t-shirt.
She took a huge whip from the shelf near her hand and she slapped his
body once, hard. Mike could see stars and catched his t-shirt, but she
hitted him right on his arm, to prevent that. Wow! She was so precise
with the whip and Mike took his arm with the other arm, to try to make
his pain less. He tried to run, but the store was small. Few strokes of
her whip ended on his face and Mike could feel his head burning. Having
nowhere to hide, he simply turned his back to her, holding his face with
his hands. She walked to him, kicked him hard in the stomach with her
boot. Mike fell on the floor, his stomach right down. She continued to
whip his back, harder and harder until it was fully Mike was in bed for a week, totally inconcious. He was in a continuous dream all the time, too far from reality. First being nightmares, his dreams started to become more and more "wet". He started to be horny each moment he would have a picture of his torturess in his dreams. He just wanted to be whipped again, to be tortured to that gorgeous beaty, no matter how painful that would be. His pain transformed to the pleasure - he just had that fantasy of being whipped to death by her, repeating again and again, making him more and more horny. He had a picture of her with all kinds of whips, available in the store - first, he had her whip him with a small children riding crop. Then, he was beaten by longer and longer riding crops, each of them having a different tip. Then, she took one whip after another and tried the whips on him. He turned his back and saw her carrying a long whip. Wherever he would hide, the whip would reach him. She took one whip after another. He turned back and saw her on the horse. She was totally naked, except her riding boots with spurs. She had a really thick whip in her hand ... bull whip! He started to run, but she would catch him and whip him each time. His heart beat became faster, he was more and more horny. He turned his head and she was right beside him. She took her boot away and she kicked his chin.He felt he would fall down and - he woke up in sweat! Finally, after two days of sleep! Still covered with wounds, he started to talk something. His dad was listening carefully, to try to find out who did that to his son, but no clue Mike gave to him. Rather, after being completely awake, he told a story of some masked people, entering the shop and trying to make him tell them where the money is. His dad accepted the story, as something very usual those days. The shop manager accepted the story too, how come the thieves didn't open the register drawer and take the money out. But, he had to accept the story. Besides, he didn't miss a single cent and he concluded it would be much better to keep his mouth shut. After a week, Mike came back to the shop, though his dad didn't approve that. In the manager's eyes, Mike was kind of a hero: covered with wounds, he didn't want to tell the thieves where the money was. What a brave kid, the manager thought and left Mike alone behind the counter, as usual. That day promised to be just one of the boring days in the shop and Mike had only one thing on his mind: he wanted to be whipped again. Strange thing - he still felt pain, but he wanted more. Somewhere at the tea time, a young girl, age 15-17, came into the shop. Her body was so gorgeous, that Mike almost forgot his torturess. She looked just like the woman from Mike's wildest fantasies: long brunette hair, huge dark eyes, sensual lips. She had a t-shirt, jean shorts and a new pair of sneakers on her feet. Her legs made Mike really hot. He inspected her from all sides as he pretending he was cleaning the store. Finally, he came back behind the counter. "May I help you?", Mike asked as usual and looked right into her eyes, at the same time trying to catch a piece of her thighs with the lower part of his eye. She looked,
smiled and finally started to talk. Her voice was so sexy, Mike forgot
his painful scarves. "I'd like to buy a pair of spurs", she
said and Mike started to draw out a sample of all models they had in the
shop. Sharp spurs, blunt spurs, spurs with and without little wheels ...
Then some artist-made spurs, with little metal hearts on the yokes. The
girl couldn't make up her decision. She didn't even know how to place
them on the boot. Mike tried to be helpful. He asked her about her shoe/boot
size and brought a pair of riding boots. The girl took her sneakers off
and quickly started to slide her legs in the huge boots. The boots were
too tight for her and she asked for an another pair. Mike brought them
to her, but she couldn't take the previous pair off her feet. Promptly,
Mike grabbed her foot and Mike brought
all kinds of spurs he could find in the shop. He took the first pair in
his hands and attached them to her boot. He fastened the straps. She wasn't
satisfied at all - the spurs were blunt and too small, apparently intended
to be used by kids. And she wasn't a kid any more. He took off that pair
and attached her another pair. Also blunt, that pair had a bit longer
prods and a small blunt wheel at the end. She liked that pair, but she
wanted to try them on a horse and pay if she's satisfied. Mike objected
to that, since the shop manager didn't approve taking the equipment out
of the store without paying it. "OK", she said, "I'll try
it here". Mike gave her a hand to help her stand up, like a well-mannered
boy, and guided her to a wooden horse, designed for children to play while
their parents buy riding Mike nodded,
like a horse and got on all 4s at once! The girl took a riding crop from
the shelf and a lether belt. She made a bit of that belt and placed it
in Mike's mouth. "Nice", she said, "I'll give you a good
workout with the spurs - the same I'll give to my pony as soon as I buy
them!". She straddled him and Mike felt her body getting slowly on
him. The very first touch of her naked thighs and her jean shorts on his
back made him really hard. She ripped off his t-shirt and he could now
feel her naked thighs around his naked body! For the very first time in
his life he felt naked thighs of a woman touching him! She She found a
soft place on Mike's sides and kicked him. Mike started to buck. She applied
the spurs hard on him and Mike's cock started to be more and more sensitive,
anticipating a soon She came back, but with a different kind of spurs: those ones had huger rowels. Mike could see they were sharp like a surgical knife! He was very scared now. "These ones are for strong horses, aren't they?". Mike nodded, his eyes getting huge. "Mmm ... well, let's see how strong you are, honey!", she told gently and swung a leg over his body to straddle him again. She started to slide the spurs gently on his thighs, from his knees to his cock and back. She caressed that magic line on his thighs, trying to touch his inner thighs whenever possible. Mike was hard again. She kicked him gently. He bucked harder, rubbing her. He enjoyed the feeling of her thighs squeezing his body and her boots touching him. She applied harder kick to his thigh and he started to yell loudly. He tried to tell her she's hurting him, but she just pressed the spurs in and told him to be quiet. She dismounted and went to get a new pair of spurs. She walked back to Mike. He wanted to help her with the spurs, but she refused. She just wanted to do it alone. Looking down, he noticed she didn't have English riding boots on her feet any more. Instead, a magnificent pair of white cowboy boots decorated her beatiful legs. She placed her booted foot on his back and placed the spur on the boot. Mike was looking at her other boot on the floor. Wow! How cruel it was made. Metal-covered toes, strong heel ... what spurs she would pick it up, he wondeered. She placed her other spur quickly and started to walk around him. He could hear the jingling sound of the spurs. Then, having her in front of him, his mouth became wide open: she had the cruellest pair of Mexican spurs Mike had in the shop. Those ones had huge wheels with sharp spikes that could go deeply in horse sides. The yokes of the spurs had stylish heart-like metal decorations. He could hardly breath !!! She straddled
him and touched his leg with a spur. He bucked, but she wanted him to
carry her around. He started to crawl slowly and she was unsatisfied.
He felt the spur again, in his other thigh, much harder this time. He
walked a bit faster, trying to satisfy her. She was, however, mercyless.
She applied both spurs at the same time in his flesh, ripping off his
jeans! Few kicks more and she made huge holes on his jeans, but that didn't
stop her. She continue to kick him, he yelled so loudly that almost made
the whole town awake. The spurs started to cut his skin like knives and
his flesh was near to start bleeding. She knew that and she smiled. With
all force she had, she kicked back hard, digging both spurs hard in the
place she was kicking before. Mike started to bleed and she continued
to press Being closer, she started to kick him harder! She was drawing more and more blood with each kick. Then, with all the force she had, she kicked back once again and pressed her spurs deeply in his flesh! She was cumming! She moaned loudly while her pussy juices started to drip off to Mike's back. She released her spurs from Mike's body and started to rub Mike's cock with the heel of her boot. Mike came at once and she kicked him to make him cum more! Finally, they both relaxed and she dismounted. "I'll take those", she said, "clean them up for me". Mike tried to get something to wipe it off, but she forced his head to her boot. "With your tongue!", she said raising her voice. Mike opened his eyes and looked at the back side of her white boot. It was red, fully covered with his blood! His own blood! Mike couldn't believe she kicked him so hard. He started to collect the blood, making the spurs shining more again. He even licked her boots, feelng the wonderful mix of the taste of leather and blood in his mouth. Finally, he took her spurs off her boots, then her boots themselves. He took her foot and kissed her. Looking at her naked foot, he wondered whether that was the same foot that made so much wounds to him. Mike packed
up the spurs and gave them to her. She smiled and picked up the white
boots, looking them carefully. "I want them too", she told him
and he packed them up, smiling. She invited to watch her breaking her
horse. Mike accepted with a smile. She gave him a huge kiss and left the
shop. He looked behind her as she was leaving down the street, thinking
of her thighs on a powerful mount. Thighs, thighs ... THIGHS?! OH MY !!!
He looked down to his jeans quickly. There were completely ripped off,
full of blood. He stopped gazing at the empty street, he stopped thinking
of the equestrienne and her horse. Rather, he started to make up a story,
suitable for his mom and dad, as well as for the sheriff and the priest.
He had to explain the wounds and destroyed jeans. Yet another story on
kidnapping, blackmail and torture ... of course, by the same group of
masked people again. |