So, last week I held a little contest to see who got Switched next, but the woman who commented first hadn't filled out my form yet. I'm a nice guy, you should all know this by now, so I decided to feature her story this week. Buckle up, Sweet Butts this one is a doozy, cause I'm going to to tell you about my horny little equestrian with a fetish for riding crops . . .
I'm not usually an animal guy. In fact, if you've read previous posts, you know that animals like to fuck with me. Stupid fish...
Anyway, Scythe got this hair brain idea to start doing business with a local ranch owner by the name of Deacon. Deacon is one of those guys you don't mess with. Pretty sure he's mafia or some shit. Well, Deacon has a horse obsession, it's almost as big as his coke obsession. His ranch is one of Garter County's biggest drug muling rings in town. He needed someone to transport some stolen goods for him, so he got in touch with Scythe, who reluctantly agreed because we needed the money--money that lined our pockets like diamonds. Deacon also has a female problem. He has about as many females around his ranch as he does fillies.
On this particular day, Scythe and Deacon were so wrapped up in business, that me and a few of my brothers were able to explore the grounds. I found myself out by the stable, admiring a large horse with pinto coloring.
"Pretty, huh?" A voice said from behind me. It caught me off guard and I turned around with my hand on my gun. There, sitting on a bale of hay, is a cute little brunette throwing back a bottle of fireball like it's nothing.
"You ride?" she asked, motioning to the horse.
I show her my jacket and shake my head. "Only beast I ride, has chrome and exhaust pipes on it."
She nodded her head.
"Why are you in here and not out there with the rest of the girls?"
"Ever try to compete for a man's attention when his eye roves over anything with boobs and a pussy? Daddy dearest, seemed to forget that his daughter is home for the holidays this week."
"You're Deacon's daughter?"
"Guilty as charged. Cheers!" She saluted me with her bottle and took another swig.
"What's with the fireball?"
"Caught my boyfriend dick deep in my stepmom a few days ago. Kicked his ass to the curb, sent that bitch back to rehab. Daddy is obviously celebrating his freedom today. Met two Muffy's, a Bambi, and a Gladys while mingling with his whores. Daddy has very interesting tastes in women."
"Want some?" she tipped the drink in my direction. "Misery loves company, Mr. Vice President."
"The name's Switchblade. What's your name?"
"Amanda. Daddy dearest likes to call me Mandy, but I prefer to be called Amanda."
"What about the horse? What's his name?"
"Her name is, Clementine. She really likes carrots, give her a carrot and she'll love you forever. Her stud is named Cletus, he's the angry black stallion over there." She motioned to the large horse in the far stall. "Some of Daddy's little toys took the other horses out for a ride, but Cletus and Clementine are champions, only I can ride them."
"Why only you?"
"Been an equestrian since I was a toddler. Got more trophies than I'd like to admit. Daddy's pride and joy." She took another swig, the bottle was almost empty. "It happened over there. Right on that hale bale. Mommy Dearest was strapped down, blindfold over her eyes, while Biff, my fucking boyfriend of five years, smacked her fat ass with a riding crop." She motioned toward a hay bale near Clementine and grimaced.
"Ouch . . . I'm sorry."
"Only thing I'm sorry for is that Biff was too scared to try out his riding fantasy on me. I'm one kinky bitch, when I want to be." She hiccuped, and giggled. "What about you? You look like you have a healthy, sexual appetite. Ever smacked a woman's ass with a riding crop?"
"No, but there is a first for everything." I gave her a flirtatious wink, not really expecting anything to come from it. If there's one thing I know about dealing with Deacon, his women, especially his daughter, are off limits.
She stood up, wobbling a little on her boots. "You know, nothing would make Biff angrier than finding out I rebound fucked a big, bad biker in the same spot he fucked my stepmom. You up for a little role-playing, Switchy?"
I don't usually turn down pussy, but Deacon's reputation for retaliation had my dick wanting to retreat and tuck tail and run. But you all probably know that Switchblade has a pussy problem, I have a problem going without it, and it had been a day since I last got my fix.
"What kind of Role-playing?"
Amanda took a seductive step forward, unbuttoning her white blouse until her full tits and white lacy bra were the only thing I see. "Well, you be Biff, and I'll be Darla."
"Darla?"
"Yeah, I think it be fun to see what she felt the moment my boyfriend stuck his sad pathetic cock up her ass, but don't be getting any funny ideas, no anal, Big Boy. That part of me is off limits. What I do want you to do is bend me over that haystack, smack me with that fucking riding crop, and fill me with your hayseed."
She ran her hands up over my arms. My dick twitched behind my zipper, ready to take on her fantasy like a good little cowboy. She unbuckled my pants, dropping my jeans to the dirty stable floor.
"Biff didn't have his pants off, just down to his knees." Amanda shimmied off her pants and spread out over the bale of hay near Clementine's stall. The horse let out an angry breath, as I walked up behind her. "Darla was spread out like this. He used that riding crop there." She pointed to the crop to my left. "Make sure you hit me hard, Switchy, I want to fucking feel it sting."
I grabbed the crop, holding the foreign object in my hand. I've gotten a little rough with women before, but never anything like this. I smacked it in my hand and instantly felt the sting. She really wanted me to hit her with this shit?
"Come on, hit me!"
I brought the crop down on her ass, a whipping sound wooshed through the air and cracked down on her flesh, leaving a bright red mark straight across her right ass cheek.
She screamed.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Again!" she ordered, as she brought herself up to her knees so she was on all fours. I could see her pink lips between her legs, and that beautiful pucker just begging to be massaged. My cock swelled, and before I brought the crop down on her ass again, I rolled a condom up my length, ready to take her when she asked for it.
I whipped her with the leather crop, this time three or four times in a row. Each time she dug her fingers into the bale of hay, her screams riling up the horses each time she cried out. Clementine neighed behind me smacking into her stall.
"It's okay, Clementine. I'm okay," she soothed the horse.
"This is the part where you stick your cock in me, Dude." She said it like I should've known the signs, but at what point do you actually stick your dick in a chick asking to be whipped like a horse. I grasped her hips, spreading her lips that were soaked in her arousal, making it easy slide my cock inside of her without resistance. The second I pressed the head of my cock against those sweet lips, I was done. There was no holding back when I was milometers from getting it in. My hands dug into her thighs and hip, slamming my cock into his pussy, the same time I brought the crop down on her ass. I fisted her hair, wrapping it around my hand as I rammed her from behind. Her back arched, ass grinding into me, begging for more.
"Yes, this is exactly what I needed," she moaned. "I needed to see what that bitch was feeling when she took my man. Fuck me harder, Switchblade. Erase my memory of them together."
I knew fucking her in the same position that she found her stepmother and boyfriend in was a bad idea, so I pulled out, sat my ass on the scratchy hay, and helped her slide down my cock. She was facing backwards,a perfect reverse cowgirl position so I could grip her breasts, clamping down on her nipples as she rode my cock.
"Is this how you ride your horses?"
She grinned. "No it's more like this." She started moving feverishly, her body bouncing up and down on my cock like she was riding Cletus or Clementine. I pushed her forward, her hands found the floor, bracing herself as I picked up the pace and fucked her even harder from behind.
Both Cletus and Clementine started getting even more restless, the louder her moans and screams became. I liked how into she was. She was immune to whatever I delivered, probably due to the many years she spent riding horses.
"You gonna cum for me, Amanda? I bet Biff didn't make your stepmom cum. Let's out do them, and soak this hay bale in your sweet juices.
"Yes, make me cum, Switchblade. Fuck me and whip me, let me ride your cock like a bronco."
She pulled away, turning abruptly before throwing my body backward so I was lying down. "I'm going to show you exactly how I got all those trophies, Big Boy." She straddled me, sinking down on my cock until I was buried inside of her. She put a possessive hand on my shoulder, moving in a way no other woman had ever moved on top of me before. It was like she invoked her inner equestrian, bouncing up and down on my cock until it was like I was a saddle attached to a wild steed and she was breaking me in.
She started whistling and clicking her tongue, almost like she really thought it was a horse beneath her. She did things on top of me that I couldn't even explain. There was a rhythm to her a movements, a rhythm that I couldn't keep up with and had my head swimming on the verge of orgasm. The whole scenario was insane! I exploded inside of her without warning, my cock gushing like a fucking fountain inside her warm pussy. I would've bred her if that condom broke. The seed she milked out of me was in vast quantity and filled that latex to the brim. .
She started to moan, continuously riding my cock like she was racing for first prize, then just when I thought she was about to cum, someone shouted "What the fuck are you doing, Mandy?"
She smiled evilly, looking over at her father who stood at the opening of stable with Scythe on one side and some preppy looking dude on the other. He looked pissed, the preppy dude, not her father, Deacon actually looked weirdly amused for someone who just caught his daughter riding a biker in the stable.
"Baby! What the fuck are you doing?" The preppy boy screamed.
She moaned loudly, her body shuddering as her pussy clamped down and she worked out a hellacious orgasm that ripped through her body. When it was over, her eyes moved back over to the three men watching us, her smiled getting even more sinister. "Feeling what it's like to ride a real man, Biffy. Trying to figure out why you'd rather fuck my stepmom than me."
She slid off of me, grabbing her clothes off the ground before sliding on each piece slowly. None of the men looked away, all of their eyes were trained on her seductive body.
The second I stood up, Biff came charging toward me, but he didn't even get two steps before Scythe grabbed him from behind and held a gun to his head. "Don't you fucking dare move another inch, Rich Boy. You cheat on her, she cheats on you. Fair is fair. Now get the fuck out of here, before I unleash the beast on you, and trust me, he's a lot more deadly than I am."
I watched Scythe escort Biff out the door, leaving Deacon still hovering by the stable door. I waited for Deacon to go off on me for fucking his daughter, but he just laughed, "Damn, Honey, way to put all those years of riding to good use." He kept chuckling as he left us in the stable, leaving me dumbfounded that someone as important as him, could brush off something like this like it was nothing.
"What the hell just happened?" I asked in confusion.
"Daddy, doesn't care what I do, Hun. He may be all big and scary, but if there's one thing I never get in trouble for, it's fucking."
"This shit is crazy," I said, standing up and stretching my arms above my head. "I thought he was going to fucking shoot me."
She opened her mouth to answer me but abruptly stopped, her eyes going wide. "Oh, shit look out!" she screeched.
I managed to look up just in time, watching in horror as teeth and nostrils came rushing toward my cock. I jumped, turning my body away from the horse that was about to bite off my cock. The quick movement was supposed to save my favorite assets, but instead I felt horse chompers bite down on my flesh, causing me to shriek in surprise.
"What the fuck? That horse just bit my ass and tried to gobble up my cock.."
Amanda giggled. "Yeah, I told you Clementine liked carrots."
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Next time, my Sweet Butts, remind me to not bring orange condoms with me to a horse stable. I'd like to keep my cock in check, not be Clementine's next favorite treat.
Until next time, my beautiful Sweet Butts.
Always in your dreams,
Switchblade.
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