Shopping with my finance
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Everything looked just like an ordinary vacation day. Sitting in our car, riding the coastside road after a full day of shopping in the local tourist side - Jessica, my finacee and me looked really exhausted. Jessica's apetite for shopping could even bring a bank to total bankruptcy - not to speak of an ordinary guy that I was. "Just this lovely dress ... oh, this hat is really sweet ... and look at that purs ... and those blouses".

And the shoes were her speciality: she wanted to buy various kinds of shoes, though we had to buy a special closet for her footwear only a year before. Italian shoes with 5" heels didn't satisfy all her needs: she also bought shoes with lower heels, sandals, sneakers and even some winter boots. Buying shoes for her was almost her personal holiday, celebrated by strictly defined rules. First off, she would never go shopping shoes alone - I had to be always with her. My role would end up with telling her my pesonal opinion about the shoes and paying for them: I had to do a lot things beside that. Whenever we enter the shop, she sits in a chair and I kneel in front of her, sitting on my heels, instead of the shoe salesman. I take off her current footwear, leave it aside. She places her feet on my thighs, massaging them, while the salesman brings the pair of shoes she picked to try. My job is to open the box, put the shoe on her foot. I
always enjoyed that view - the view of her naked or stocking-enclosed foot sliding into a fine pair of high-heeled shoe. If I don't like the shoe, I would just shake my head. Otherwise, I would kiss her shoe and she would stand up and walk around. Sometimes, she would place her foot on my sholder and look herself in the mirror. The similar ritual we had for other kinds of shoes, so soon I learnt how to put various kinds of shoes on her feet and how to take them off. She would let me lace her thigh high boots, while she would be rubbing my cock with the tip of her boot through my pants, until I finish my job.

That day she bought a nice pair of Nikes and decided to keep them on until we get to the hotel. Typical running shoes made her feet relax after a long day of shopping. Of course, I had to lace them up completely and kiss them. She even ordered me to lay on the floor of the shoe store, take my t-shirt off. She then stepped on my chest with both her feet on my chest. "They are good", she said to the shocked salesman, while I could feel her whole weight on my chest. She then stepped down and I dressed. Taking a peek on my red chest, having the tracks of her soles on, along with the famous Nike sign, the salesman made a joke about the weird "commercial" on my chest.

Her shopping left, as always before, strong impression on me. I was remembering each detail of her lovely feet and the footwear we bought as I was driving. She was sitting next to me, placing her sneakers in my laps at times. Though my cock would harden immediately, I strongly protested: the road was really dangerous and I had to drive carefully, with much concentration. But she just couldn't help to tease me at times. That's her nature!

Our hotel was a bit far from the town, so we had to pass by many small towns. I don't know how many towns we passed by when she suddenly placed her sneaker between my feet and pressed the brake pedal extremely hard. The car stopped and I almost got ejected like a warplane pilot. "Riding shop!", Jessica screamed joyfully and I raised my view to a small cottage with a horsehead and horseshow drawn on the wooden wall. Oh, no! Another expense, I thought. Jessica really loves horses and horseriding and she already has everything for the horses. At least, I thought she had all necessary stuff, though.

"Evening! May I help you?", asked the old salesman as we entered the cottage. It wasn't so small equestrian shop like it looked at first sight. All kinds of saddles, reins and chains hanged all over the shop. The scent of leather could be felt in every corner of that place. "I'd like to try a pair of breeches and boots ... oh, give me a belt too, please!", she said and I assumed my kneeling position in front of a chair immediately. She placed her foot on the chair and I knew what to do at once: I unlaced and took off her sneakers quickly. Smiling, she took her shorts off. She had a bikini panties on, so the salesman didn't look shocked that much. She pulled her breeches on. I could see her nice and long legs getting covered by tight white breeches. Finally, she placed her t-shirt in her breeches and tied her belt. She sat in the chair and placed a foot on my lap.

"Like them?", she asked me, bringing the boots close to my nose. The smell of fresh, new leather - the scent that only new shoes and boots have - filled my nostrils completely. I could even feel the taste of those boots in advance, though I didn't touch them with my mouth and tongue. She placed her boot on her naked foot. Her foot slowly entered the boot. That sound and view turned me on really. Finally, she stood up and started to walk. The sound of her boots on the wooden floor, along with the look of her magnificent body, aroused me a lot. My already aroused cock got even harder. She looked so cruel in that attire, but so gentle and gracious at the same time. Her breeches and boots emphasized her shaped legs and rounded hips, while her tight t-shirt revealed her firm breasts. She didn't wear the top of her bikini, so her nipples could be slightly seen through her t-shirt, wet from her sweat.

Again, she ordered me to lay down on the floor and placed her boot directly on my chest. I could now feel the smell of her leather boot completely, while her sole was pressing my chest extremely hard. Luckilly, the sole was flat, unlike the soles of her sneakers, so my chest didn't get that that much hurt. My cock was really hard while she twisted her boot on my chest, to allow me see it from all angles. Satisfied, she took her boot off my chest and ordered me to kneel again. Hmmm ... she's gonna buy another pair ... owch! Do I have enough money, I thought while she walked to the salesman with my credit card. She asked him something and he handed her a small box.

She approached me again and opened the box. Three pairs of spurs, all having different shapes, were lying on the velvet surface inside of the box. One pair had huge and sharp rowels, thick yokes and spur straps. The second one had prods, ending with small rowels, definitely thinner yokes and straps. And the last one was a classical Prince-of-Wales pair, with blunt prods. "Help me with those, she asked" and I took the Prince-of-Wales spurs in my hand. She laughed at me while I was trying to guess how to strap them on her boot. "First, you have to place them on this small rest at the back side of my boot", she showed to me, "and then you have to strap them here ... and here". The spurs enhanced her magnificent look and I kissed both them and her boots immediately.

She smiled and walked to the wall, taking a brown bullwhip and a small black riding crop from the wall. She cracked a whip in the air once and slapped her riding boot with the crop, holding it in her other hand. "Very nice", she said and finally handed over my credit card to the salesman. "Bring up my sneakers and let's go", she ordered to me and I picked them up.

"Honey, it's hot outside, should I take off those boots and give you back your sneakers?", I asked, but she interrupted me. "Nah, it's ok ... I love to wear boots in every season! Just pack the sneakers in my bag and let's move!".

We sat in the car and continued our journey. All the time during the ride she was teasing me with her booted feet. She was digging her blunt spur in my thigh and rubbing my already hard cock with her toe. Her other boot was just behind me, so she would touch the back side of my head and neck at times with it. "I love my new boots, honey ... Oh, how hard I'll ride my horsie with them on my feet!", she told moaning of pleasure. She sounded like she was having some kind of sexual pleasure at the moment, but I didn't realize what turned her on so much. "Oh ... Mmmmmm ... if only I could ride a horse now!", she told me. My cock was hard, but I couldn't help not to laugh. "Sweetie, there are no horses around here - especially in the middle of the night! We can go to the local equestrian club tomorrow. I'll rent you a horse!". She turned her excited face sad, almost starting to cry. "Honey, we are going to ride tomorrow -
I promise - I'll cancel the lunch with Joe and his wife ...". She started to cry: "Like hell you will ... I know you ... all you think, even on vacation, is business. I know you want to take over his company". "That's called integration, sweetie, remember it ... and I promise - we won't eat together tomorrow, so you can go riding - ok?".

"I want to ride NOW!", she yelled and her boot slided quickly, rubbing both my legs, directly to the brake pedal. I tried to remove her boot from the pedal, but she pressed it really hard and I couldn't do much about it. Finally, I asked her to remove her boot and let me park the car properly.

She jumped off the car and invited me to do the same. I didn't have any idea what she was up to. She brought a bag from the equestrian shop with her. We came to an empty field near the road and I started to look around. "No horses, sweetheart", I told her, but she just smiled. "Get on all fours, honey", she ordered me and I did it promptly. "I've found my horsie", she said and tapped my back with her hand gently. She took something from her bag and started to walk around me. She stood beside me, rubbing my body with her breech-enclosed leg. She swung her leg over my body, in order to straddle me, but she somehow changed her mind and placed it on my back. "Honey, you'll have to take all your clothes off ... horses are naked". I did it like she said. Then, approaching her close on all 4s I saw a crop in her hand.

"You won't use that on me, will you?", I asked her and she gave me just a grin and handed something to my mouth. It was a sugar cube. Damn, this girl is seriously making me her horse, I thought while the taste of sugar, mixed with the taste of her leather boots, filled my mouth and nostrils completely. "Everything depends on you", she said and slapped me slightly on my naked back with her crop. She continued to walk around me and I was looking at her boots. "Jessica, at least, remove your spurs!", I said, but she slapped me again, a bit harder this time. "Honey, those spurs can't really hurt you, but if you're bad I'll make use of them hard on you!".

Finally, she mounted me. I could feel her weight, pressing my back while her thighs squeezed my waist and her boots touched my sides. She kicked me slightly with her spurs, pressing them into my hard flesh and I started to crawl on my hands and knees, as skillfully as I could do it. Her weight swayed from one to another part of my body as I moved. Tired from all day fun, however, I couldn't make it as fast as she wanted.

"You move like a slug", she told and slapped me with her crop a couple of times. I tried to get faster, but I really couldn't achieve it. Her boots tapped my thighs gently. That was probably some kind of warning she used to apply to her horses, but I didn't get what it was for. The only thing I noticed was my cock getting harder. Finally, her spurs came right into my flesh and I moved faster immediately. Though they were blunt, they produced extremely hard pain on my thighs. She applied them again and I started to move faster and faster ... rubbing her pussy through her breeches.

"Stop", she said and I froze my body. "You're really a slug, but don't worry - I have something to make you a stud", she said and
dismounted from my back. She got back to me, bringing the box with her spurs. "Kneel and change my spurs", she ordered. As I did it, she placed a boot in my lap and I opened the box ... owch! Those spurs had sharp rowels. "Sweetie, you can't use these on me!", I told her and got a sharp hit of her crop right to my face. I could almost lose my conciousness! I took my face and started to yell out! "I didn't ask you anything", she said using her sharp voice, "you're disobediant and I need a sharper pair of spurs to get you in order! Now, would you like me slap your face again?". I was looking the spurs and was really scared, but my cock suddenly started to grow as I saw them.
"B-b-but Jessica, I ...", I tried to tell her something, but her riding crop got me over my cheek again. I was almost crying in pain. "Don't push me boy ... give me those spurs, or I'll use my bullwhip on your face!". With that, she started to walk towards her bag of tools, but I grabbed the spur in my hand and ran to her. She smiled and placed her boot on my lap. I changed her spurs quickly this time, remembering that I have to push them on the spur rest first and then strap them around. She smiled and ordered me to get on all fours again.

She straddled me and ordered me to move. All my muscles and bones were in pain, but I knew I had to move. "Faster!", she ordered me and slapped me with her crop. I moved as fast as I could, but she wasn't satisfied. A gentle tap of her boots on my thigh followed and I know what was going to happen in just few seconds. However she tapped me again with the flat part of her boot ... a bit harder, but with no pain at all. "That's my last warning, boy!", she told me and I tried to run, but unsuccessfully. "Well, boy, you asked for it", she said and with that I felt like she cut my both sides at the same time. I was yelling, but she repeated her kicks. I started to run immediately, just not to think about the pain she made me with her spurs".

She kicked me repeatedly and I was running faster and faster. Soon, she made her kicks less frequent and more gentle, so I assumed she was satisfied at last. She used her crop and spurs at times to keep my pace, while I was carrying her all around the field. Soon, I started to feel extreme tiredness and tried to slow down a bit. She tried to get me back to order with her crop, but I just couldn't make it. She slapped me a couple of times, before she applied her spurs. I started to run a bit faster, but she didn't care about it: she just applied the spurs mercilessly, giving me one kick after another. In one moment, I could feel the rhythm of her spurs being in sync with the rhythm of my heart. For reasons not known to me, my cock started to get harder and harder, while she was kicking me really hard.

"STOP!", she commanded me and dismounted. "We both need a rest, don't we? You may lay on the grass and relax for a couple of minutes", she told me. "I want to get back to the hotel!", I yelled, but she was persistent: "I want to ride you just a bit more, please ...". With that she picked up her spur box and the bag with tools and she disappeared in the dark.

I layed on the grass. Though it was completely dark, I could see small holes all over my thighs where she was digging her spurs in.
Those spots were really painful. I could see hard lines of pain on my sides too, where she applied her cruel riding crop. Every side I take on the grass, I could feel hard pain. Finally, I found a comfortable position and decided to take a nap.

I wasn't asleep yet, when a sudden kick in my chest made me jump to my knees. "Stand up on your feet and hold your hands together hard". I could hardly do what she said, but I made it. She smiled and placed her boot in my hands. With elegance, she swung her leg over my head to my other shoulder. I realized what she wanted immediately and helped her assume a stable position on my shoulders. Surprisingly, she didn't have those breeches on any more and that fact turned me on so much! She smiled for a while and commanded me to move.

I could hardly move, but she was prepared for the ride again: something extremely sharp hitted me along my side and thigh. It was her bullwhip! She slapped me a couple of times and I started to move. A tap of her boot in my side made me run even faster. "Ah, my warnings finally work on you either", she said and smiled, tapping me a bit harder, a couple of times. Every time she tapped me, I could hear a strange jingling sound. Coming to the moonlight that appeared in the meantime, I could see clearly what was going on: while I was trying to get a rest, she strapped her cruellest sharp spurs on her boots! I had no choice, except to run as fast as I could.

Soon, however, I got tired again. "Honey, please move, don't make me use my spurs, they can hurt you!", she told me gently, but I couldn't really move faster than I did. "Feel this!", she yelled at sudden and dug her spurs in my flesh. I started to move like a rocket, feeling the pain on my sides getting harder. However, my cock was still hard. She kicked me again, harder that time, and I started to beg her for mercy.

Suddenly, she kicked me hard and held her spurs hard in my flesh, twisting them. The spurs broke the threshold between pleasure and pain. The pain became the pleasure and vice versa. I couldn't be sure what I was feeling. Was I closer with each her kick, that she was giving me so skillfully? Each her kick was precise, hitting almost to the same spot each time. I admired the look of her boots on her naked legs, giving me punishing kicks. I could see her small, gentle feet, that I kissed so many times, now giving me the hardest pain I could ever feel. I could never imagine she had so much power in her beautiful legs.

I was tired and couldn't move, but she continued to kick me. The boots didn't provide any pain to me any more - I could only feel the rhythm of her kicks, driving me closer and closer to the orgasm. She was moaning too and starting to realize we both needed a relief.

She stopped me, ordered me to help her dismount me and we both fell on the ground. She stood up and helped me turn over to my back with her boot. My cock was extremely hard and she saw it. She took off the panties of her bikini - the sole thing she had on and sat on my cock slowly. I could feel my cock diving into her. She was squatting over me, but her boots and spurs were still on. She started to ride my cock up and down. I was playing with her breasts and she closed her eyes. I pinched her nipples, feeling her body shaking each time I did it. She would respond me by kicking my sides gently with her spurs, feeling me buck into her each time she would do it.

"I'm close, honey!", she managed somehow to tell it to me in her extasy, while her orgasm started to build. She turned her boots toward my sides and gave me a final kick: the spur pressed into my flesh and I could feel that pain creaing a wave of pleasure, going from the place where she kicked me to my cock and, accross the spine, right into my head. I couldn't stand any more and sprayed all over her naked thighs and belly. She was kicking and I was cumming. At last, the kicks stopped and I could feel her gentle body getting over my exhausted body. She was kissing me deeply, giving me her well-known French kisses. Mmmmm ... she's so good in this, I thought ...
She's a good rider too ... She's good in every aspect. I hugged and kissed her passionately.

She helped me to dress up and get in the car. She realized I was too tired to drive, so she decided to drive further. I was looking at her boots on the pedals. Few traces of my blood could be seen on her spurs and on the back side of her magnificent new riding boots, mixed up with dust. She must have noticed that:

- Sorry for abusing you so much with my spurs, darling, but I just had to try my new boots and spurs and couldn't wait for tomorrow ride to do it.
- Ah, my sweet Jess, it's ok honey ...
- I'll take good care of you tonight, I must have overabused you ...
- I'll be fine ...
- I just can't wait for tomorrow ride, honey, I just can't!
- Neither can I.

I placed my head close to her shoulder and thought about taking a good nap the next day, while she gets with horses. I needed a rest indeed ... that girl was (and still is) a real dynamite!