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The Crop

It was Easter, and Jasmine, the nineteen-year-old daughter of the household, was home for the holidays. She had always been wilful, another word for spoilt. Partly, I thought because her father had left the family home years before and her mother didn’t know how to deal with her.I was ten years older than Jasmine and had known her since she started riding when she was five and I was a stable lad. Our upbringings had been very different - my father and my mother had both believed in corporal...

A New Crop

I stormed into the tack shop, the heels of my riding boots echoing off the tile, still fuming at the morning's incident. A broken riding crop, a sore hip, and mud and grass stains on my jodhpurs. All because that stupid pony had missed a step and thrown me. I was so mad that I hadn't even bothered to change, and had driven directly to the shop. As I reached the middle of the store, the nearly overwhelming smell of leather awakened my senses and I stopped to breathe deeply, which calmed me...

Creamed on the Crop

My week had been a whirlwind that began with me telling my lover that I’d been having a recurring, persistent fantasy about being whipped with a riding crop and dominated by a brunette female nurse. He laughed and mentioned that a mutual friend, Kiera, was very heavily into that sort of thing; perhaps we should meet up and talk it out. Not letting on that I secretly have a crush in Kiera, I agreed, thinking that it would be just girl-talk. I was wrong!We met at a fast food place over lunch and...

The Man and His Crop

I woke up again at 2:30 AM. I’ve been having strange dreams lately that had startled me awake. It was hard for me to get back to sleep, so I slipped out of my bed and padded to the kitchen for a drink of water. As I was standing at the sink in my unlit kitchen, staring out the window above the sink, I noticed the glow of light through the above-ground basement window of my neighbor’s house.I paused to look as I sipped the water. A slight view of the basement was visible through the gap where...

Riding the Train

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! Email me through the link below! I love feedback, it’s what keeps my creative blood flowing! I’d love some feedback either by the comment box or e-mail. Either are great! Author: Blackjack Celebrity: Gemma Atkinson Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Mast, Toys, Gemma was horny. She had been working in London for New Years Eve and had to catch the train back up to her home in...

Hooked and Cropped

You were warned. How many times do we keep having to play the same game? You love punishment and impact play but stil, I am the Dom. I am the one who sets the rules. While I am a Paternal Dom, and not sadistic by nature, there is only so far out of line you can be allowed to step. And so we find ourselves here. The coquettish grin on your face suggests to me that it's exactly where you knew and wanted that we would be. Bratty is no way to go though life naughty girl. So, here we are. The...

Riding with mom 1

My father had promised me a trip when I finished college. He said it was a good idea to get away from it all to give yourself a chance to reset your mind. I knew my father had traveled in his youth, so I was pretty geared up for where he was going to send me, at his expense. I had visions of hitting all the sunspots, VISA and booze in hand, and girls waiting to take their place. Ahhh, but not so fast, Roger. The Promised Land doesn't always meet your expectations. As it turns out, my...

A Night in the Necropolis

Night had the city by the throat, its grip a ferocious cold that gloved the spires of the churches. The frost rattled the slates like hailstone, it slowed the wind to a gentle walk and dried the streets to dusty whisperings that danced with the knife-like breeze. The cold and early January drove people off the streets, not even hardened clubbers ventured abroad this night. I was lost. The empty streets still retained that air of familiarity from the bustle of daylight, the roar hushed by...

Coyote Comes a Cropper

COYOTE COMES A CROPPER By C Part I Coyote was in a hurry. He had to be in position no later than 9 A.M, andeverything was taking longer than it should. When he made a right turn at thecrossroads, he barely spared a glance at two landfays kicking beneath the roadsidegallows. On any other day . . . well, maybe on the way back. For the last leg of his trip, he had to leave the road and climb a nearbymesa. Bruised and gasping, he reached the top at 8:40–hardly a momenttoo soon. He then gave his...

Riding Trial Chapter 3

Chapter Three Michelle began riding on Sunday morning early even though she was still so sore from Friday nights ordeal. She rode very gingerly and took all the jumps as smooth as she could but she still smacked down now and then. This time when she hit it sent little shock waves up insde her. She worried that she was hurt internally. As she rode more it was apparent only her pussy was really sore. Her ass was not as bad as she expected. She still got that funny ache way down deep...

Riding Bitch

Riding Bitch By Cissykay It was my favorite day of the year. September 1st. I worked my ass off for ten months counting the days, hours and minutes until my yearly pilgrimage to Sturgess. At twenty seven years of age, it is my first year as the president of the local motorcycle club. All twenty two men in the club rode Harleys. I had been riding since I was old enough to shift a small mountain bike. I graduated to the big "hog" as soon as I earned enough money to buy one. As the owner...

Riding Bitch

I had sneaked the few beers I had with me onto the beach along Lake Michigan when she rode up on her Harley. It was a smaller model, but the fact she was piloting her own machine impressed me. I couldn't see her well behind the sunglasses and the helmet, but she was dressed in a form fitting tee shirt and jeans that showed off her slightly thick but shapely figure. When she took off her helmet and shook out her dark shoulder length hair, I was immediately interested. I kept an eye on her as I...

Riding the Pole

Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to [email protected]....

Riding the Devils Horse

Riding the Devil’s Horse by Ashley B. D. Zacharias Cindy’s eyes narrowed when she saw Trevor looking at the sign over the dark doorway. ?You don’t want to go in there,? she said flatly. ?It might be interesting, don’t you think?? He sounded hopeful. ?I think it might be disgusting. That’s what I think,? she replied. ?Oh, come on. How often do we come to Amsterdam, anyway? I bet you’re curious. You’re curious about everything. You don’t want to miss this opportunity.? He grinned at her. ?Come...

Riding in the hills of Normandy

I felt like a million bucks walking down the tiny winding road towards the village. It's early morning, dressed in shorts, a polo shirt, sunglasses and a pair of beach sandals. Tired from the drive, but full of energy. The road is only wide enough for one car, surrounded by wild-grown bushes and old trees that form a canopy overhead. Lush green and dark. Almost like a tunnel of vegetation. I arrived a few hours earlier, at five in the morning. Sixteen hours of driving, motorways, cities, rush...

Riding Lessons

Riding Lessons----------It was almost unbearably quiet all day, virtually too hot for most to venture to the farm and ride horses. Even the boarders who always visited to care for their horses had called out, making the workload heavier. By noon, I had pulled my bra off and tied off the bottom of my blouse with only one button remaining. The sweat poured down my chest causing the blouse to cling tightly leaving little to the imagination.I stood under the huge fans in the barn praying the air...

Julia Cropped

The very night Jasmine left I was cleaning away my tea things when I heard a knock on my kitchen door. Julia was wearing her full riding gear: tight riding breeches, white top demurely buttoned to the chin, red hair tied back in a severe ponytail (did I mention her hair? Glossy, a beautiful auburn red. I knew now, from experience, that it was her natural colour.) ‘Just had the most exhilarating ride on Bullet,’ she said. ‘And now I feel the need for another form of exercise. Please tell me to...

Riding Red

One day, the sun tickled Red’s nose, waking her when it was just getting light. Even though she was already a grown woman, she was still living with her parents, mainly because she couldn’t afford a place of her own and, since they lived somewhat secluded, she also had not met a suitable husband who would take an interest in her. So, she did what she did every morning: Reach over to her nightstand, grab the candle from its holder, run it between her legs and gently, but firmly, insert it...

Riding Trial Chapter 2

Chapter Two Michelle woke and found she was sore from the prior nights activity with James Talbot the sucessful rich bastard she knew as Jimmy. She tried to pull herself from the funk of what had transpired. How could she be so dumb. It was Saturday morning so she dressed and headed for the stables grabbing a breakfast on the way. The only place she felt safe and all together was on Ziggy in the show arena. She saddled up in the usual routine and round to the arena. All the gates and jumps...

Riding the pipeline

All characters are 16 or older and all sex is consensual. Also don’t steal my story that wouldn’t be cool. Riding the Pipeline I think I’m going to scream, if he says over the next hill one more time! I’m Katherine Holman. My son Brad wanted to take a long ATV ride and camp out overnight, so we are riding the pipeline in southeast Missouri to a remote campground near Van Buren MO. We ride the gas & power lines which are great trails. We have to connect to some county roads once in a while....

Riding the Ponies at Camp

When I hit my teens, my hormones were raging but completely unsatisfied. Having discovered the unspeakable pleasures of masturbation when I was around ten (I certainly didn't know anyone I could speak to them about!), I'd have done anything to get laid by a real feminine female. But for all I did, no matter how hard I tried (and gawd knows I always tried too hard) it only rewarded me with unending embarrassment. I made a total fool out of myself with any girl I was around. I was awkward,...

Ladies LodgeChapter 8 Strenuous Exercise a Race and a Riding Crop

"Time to get that fat arse out of bed!" Gwendoline stood over Jim, her arms folded over her breasts and looking sternly down. "Time for an early morning half hour run followed by a twenty minute swim and then another half hour run - and mind you keep this up after we leave later today. You have two slices of toast, tea without milk and fruit juice for breakfast - no more fried breakfasts for you as long as we live together! I think a banana and a cheese sandwich should be fine for lunch -...

Loosening Up Book 4 RevelationsChapter 23 Another Bumper Crop

Over the four weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas, Dave noticed that the entire Circle seemed more in love and more celebratory. There was more laughter, more gaiety, more hugging, and more group activities. The atmosphere that surrounded the two newly engaged couples spread like a contagious disease to everybody, even to the outside visitors. Dave was delighted to find Patti remained as seductive as ever, even crawling into his bed for a second round of making love after she’d been...

Riding Lawnmower

I bought myself a brand new riding lawnmower. My old one finally bit the dust. This one has everything. It can cut the grass of course but it can bag the clipping to be composted, till the soil for my garden, collect the fall leaves, and snow blow my driveway too. It does it all. I was in love with my ‘Mean Machine.’ I showed my wife and two daughters how it worked, that was my mistake! After that the grass stopped growing and I never got a chance to ride it. However I still had to...

Riding Into Trouble

I didn't know how long I had been forced to sit here. The leather straps used to hold me had been soaked in water but had long since dried. My arms had been tied behind my back wrist to elbow and my arms had been wrapped with length after length of leather strips, into an immovable and inescapable box. My backside was numb and my inner thighs were sore from gripping the leather horse saddle on which I was forcibly sat. The saddle was mounted on a wooden frame in a stable. My ankles...

Riding Red

Once upon a time, there was a young woman, who lived with her parents on a small farm by the edge of a forest. Everyone called her Red, because her grandmother, who the girl loved dearly, had given her a red riding hood, that was her favourite piece of clothing and which she wore every day. And also, because her real name translated to something like “Dawn of the Earth Serpent”, which is not only a whole mouthful but also somewhat intimidating. Red blamed her mother, though, who was something...

Riding Thomas And Friends

Linda and her little ones were so thrilled that we were all here at Thomas Land at Drayton Manor theme park. For once my land time coincided with their annual pilgrimage to the park and to Thomas land in particular. This was only the second time in the last four years that was able to come with them, and the first that Vickki and Jonny were old enough to remember me. The last time they were one and two respectively. As we stood in line to enter I couldn’t help but notice a strange man kept...

Riding Lesson With My Maid

A newbie writer here with the purpose to make life more spicer for the readers and self. This is also my first submission and look forward to the feedback after many years of this incident finally got the time to pen my memoirs. The work presented here is mostly true & real life. However situations, places, names have been moderated to protect identities of the people involved. Generously have added spice where required. As a country we are sexually opressed hence the reason for our craving to...

Riding The Bull

This feels a little bit strange. It has been so long since I shared anything of my sex life in writing, I am not sure where to begin. Things have changed quite a lot for me since I shared my last experience about six years ago. I got married, had a baby girl, and got divorced. Now I'm back in the market, in a manner of speaking.I'm not at all bitter about the divorce. It was entirely my fault and for precisely the reason I am sure you suspect. I had a long string of affairs during my six...

Riding Chaps

Riding the bike was the best part of my day! It was a low-rider cruiser with a big loud engine and enough chrome and steel to look mean in any situation.I pulled into the Tim Horton’s parking lot and looked around for a space. It was a busy night and there weren’t many spots left. I considered riding it up onto the walk close to the door and leaving the bike on its stand there. I’d done it in the past many times.Instead, I picked a spot on the side of the lot furthest from the street between a...

Riding days mdash White suppliment 2nd part

To get a clear idea about a few characters and the theme, I recommend you to read the first story the Medical Seduction.Mr. X opened the door and left the room early morning. The door was not fully closed behind him. Through that, we could see Catherine getting up from the hospital bed to get her trousers. When she slipped out from the bed, her blue shirt which moved up and her robust white thighs were well visible. She put her trousers and looked at the mirror in the bathroom. Her hair is a...

Riding the Tube

There were eleven of us in all, seven guys and four girls. We'd all been driven up to Marshal Summit by adults, two cars driven by our parents, and the van driven by Mr. Manley, the church choir director. In all we had nine big black rubber truck inner tubes that we'd gotten inflated right before we began our twenty five mile journey back down to Canby, where the adults were waiting to pick us up and give us all rides back to the church. Lisa, who was my girl friend that summer, and I, we...

Riding the National Forest

There is a special place in our local National Forest where I like to camp. I usually go up early on a Friday afternoon, park my truck at a friend’s house, load my gear on the four-wheeler, and ride in. A couple of miles down the highway from my friend’s house is a logging and forestry service road that is, for most of the year, passable with any kind of vehicle. This is especially true in the dry part of the summer. About four miles down this road is a place that four partially overgrown...

Riding in Cars With Boys

Introduction: A girls first adventure in getting in a car for a ride with boys. Riding in Cars With Boys Your mouth is warm, your lips soft, your tongue aroused and probing deep into my own wanting mouth. I sigh as you kiss me deeply like you mean it and with a promise of more. Your hand moves under my blouse then slowly reaches under my bra and starts kneading my breast. I almost gasp beneath your kiss which becomes harder, sloppier as your tongue feels like its going down my throat. You...

Riding Trial Chapter 1

Chapter One Michelle had just turned 18 and graduated high school a couple months prior. She was a striking red head with long thick hair. She was an athlete all through school so was in very fine shape with a strong athletes build not skinny but not heavy either. Here breasts were nice 36B's that she kept in tight check by wearing sports bras. The love of here life and main passion was equestrian dressage competition. Michelle was very highly ranked in her sport and had been preparing...

Riding the Lakefront

I finished my training session and went to my car to get my bike. I always worked out and then rode the lakefront in Chicago. This was routine..Wednesdays and Saturdays. Wednesday, I finished my workout and headed to the path. It was 6:00pm and I rode from the Hollywood curve to 71st Street and back. I am usually able to do it in about 2 hours. August 13th, it was a hot night but I liked riding when it was that way. Joints all felt loose. Rode well. Carried some water bottles with me. Being...

Riding After the Duke

RIDING AFTER THE DUKE "Don't forget to lock up." "I won't." She moved the last stack of returned books onto the cart for reloading as the door behind her opened and shut. It had been a pretty good day, quiet, and the last of the patrons had gone out early so they could close on time. She worked as a librarian, and no one was ever surprised when they found that out. She had long, fine light brown hair and glasses. Clear skin and a rather diminutive build. Her voice was...

RIDING THE BUS DRIVER

RIDING THE BUS…DRIVER CHRISTY I have always prided myself on being a very resourceful person, but like most people now days I cannot live without my wheels. So when my car broke down about two weeks ago I was not a happy campier. The thought of having to take the bus everywhere did not appeal to me at all. The thought of sitting around for twenty minutes for a bus to come was not my idea of fun. All that changed one day when I had to catch a bus to get across town for a very important...

Riding the Lakefront Chapter 2

August 13, 2008...8pm....Rec lot...Irving Park Rd...Chicago lakefront bike pathThe event that actually changed my life began when I needed to piss about 6:30pm while on my bikeride. Tightfitting bike shorts were worn because of the padding in the ass area. But had I worn a pair of shorts with a zipper, none of this would have happened. Had I not worn a zippered tight biker shirt with my 48D tits showing, this might not have happened. But, it also was extremely hot and to be zipped up would have...

RIDING THE BUS DRIVER

RIDING THE BUS…DRIVERCHRISTYI have always prided myself on being a very resourceful person, but like most people now days I cannot live without my wheels. So when my car broke down about two weeks ago I was not a happy campier.The thought of having to take the bus everywhere did not appeal to me at all. The thought of sitting around for twenty minutes for a bus to come was not my idea of fun.All that changed one day when I had to catch a bus to get across town for a very important meeting. When...

Riding Academy

Bobby Garfield was taking a walk around the property he had inherited from his grandmother. It was an old farm with a large stone farmhouse, a large wooden barn with stables underneath. It had been almost completely restored, but as a computer consultant, he had little time for country living. He kind of liked living in the big city and the variety of women it offered. He had trouble envisioning running a computer consulting business, an hour and a half away from Philadelphia, or trying to...

Riding With Cousin

This all started about 4 years ago when I was a junior in high school and my cousin was a sophomore in high school she was 16 at the time but stayed back in 8th grade. I had been on the outside jobs portion of my vocational major and every day I would see my cousin Crystal in the hallway. She always wore tight jeans or leggings which formed to her perfect ass. She wasn’t the cutest girl but she had the most amazing body. Her tits were perfect not to big but big enough to always be noticeable....

Riding the Rainbow

December 31st, 1976, 8:20 AM Grand Central Terminal New York City, NY Through the howling wind and squalling snow raced John, his hand thrusting out to rip open the heavy, ornate door of the last remaining monument to the ego of Cornelius Vanderbilt. Frequently rated among the most beautiful buildings in the entire world, Grand Central Terminal, formerly of New York Central Railroad, was a tour-de-force of early 20th century Beaux Arts architecture in solid marble and the gilding that gave...

Riding With Honey

All that I really cared about was that the sun was out and the long winter finally appeared to have lifted. The day I met Honey, women were the last thing on my mind—for a change.I’d looked forward to getting out on the bike for weeks, and I’d set the whole of Saturday aside to head off to my favorite ride. There was a work emergency overnight, so I was about an hour later leaving than I planned and after traffic delays I got to the trailhead much later than I wanted. Looking back, fate was...

Riding on Son s Lap

The sun was beating down on her skin as Jackie watched her husband, Eric, walking towards her while precariously balancing his fishing gear and a large cooler in his arms. Her son, Jake, was paddling his board out trying to catch one last wave before they went home for the day."What's that you got there?" She asked her husband while he dumped the contents of his arms onto the beach next to her towel."You won't believe how much I caught today honey." He beamed, "Every cast brought in another...

Riding Bitch Chapter 8

Riding Bitch Chapter 8 By Cissykay As soon as everyone arrived back at the campsite, I was ordered to Mistress Cheryl's motor home. There was something exciting going on, but I didn't have time to see what was going on. Mistress Cheryl unlocked my collar and told me to sit in the beauty chair. I was in no condition to do anything but comply. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Enter." The door opened and Cora appeared. She was dressed in a silk corset, designer silk...

riding my four wheeler

Even getting there they will allow you to ride on the main roads as long as you’re not holding up traffic or making a fool of yourself. So when I am able to get out and ride I head for my favorite area which is along a 15 mile canal that spans thru two counties and is some seriously fun in the makings. One such a day I started up my new ride, I’d just bought a new Honda 700 and I have been dying to get on this beast and see what it can do. I called a few buddies and they were all tied up so...

RIDING WITH THE FATHER IN LAW

You can't do it alone," Robin said to her father-in-law Jake Martin. "I'll take Mark's place." Jake was sipping on a brew when he heard her proposal and coughed. "Uh...warn me before you say funny things." "Why not? I can ride as well as my husband and definitely longer. He poops out long before I do." "It's too dangerous. The hills are steep and the roads not that great." "You will lead the way," she said looking over at her husband sitting back on the chair with a soft cast around his right...

Riding Bitch Chapter 6

Riding Bitch Chapter 6 By Cissykay I sat and tried to catch my breath. That was quite some work. "Sissy, why not make yourself more comfortable? Reach down and unzip your dress." I tried to bend down and reach the zipper, but my corset prevented me from bending. I lifted my knees like I did to pull it down. Since there was no wire any longer, and since the dress forced my legs together, I couldn't bring them high enough to reach the zipper. The girls laughed at my...

RIDING THE A TRAIN

I remember it was late April and spring was in the air! Everything was turning green after a long cold winter and I had plans to do some work around the house that weekend you know plant some flowers rake up the lawn theres always tons of work to do but when the weather's sweet it hardly seems like work at all! Friday night came and I was sitting there making a list of what I was going to do when the phone rang I could hear it ringing but something didn't feel right I could smell a problem in...

Riding Bitch Chapter 7

Riding Bitch Chapter 7 By Cissykay I finally made my way out of the bunker and closed the door. Melanie was standing at her hog. By now my feet were really raising hell. Melanie put her hands on her hips and put one foot on the seat of the bike. "Lick it clean bitch." I bent over and licked the boot clean. She changed feet and I licked her other boot. "Get on slut, it's time to ride." I was forced to sit side saddle and when I did my legs inside the hobble dress stuck...

Riding the Javelin

The best fun I had at school was when I got in with Jodi Malenger's gang. This was in England, way back, but Jodi wasn't English, he'd been born in Estonia or somewhere like that and his family had moved over when he was young. Anyway, wherever he was from, he was the toughest and cleverest kid I'd ever met and anybody lucky enough to hang out with him was guaranteed plenty of fun. Partly because his family was well off, but mainly because Jodi seemed to be able to get away with anything...

Riding Jenny

By Jax_Teller I met Jenny while dancing at a strip club that had both female and male strippers. The club had two different entrances one for the upstairs female strip club and another on the opposite end of the building for the Male strippers club downstairs. Club “V” for Victor ~ Victoria, was a popular place and was located near a major tourist area or trap as we called it. Money from tourism could bend any regulation and make most laws go away and this club was the direct benefit of...

Riding in Cars With Boys

Your mouth is warm, your lips soft, your tongue aroused and probing deep into my own wanting mouth. I sigh as you kiss me deeply like you mean it and with a promise of more. Your hand moves under my blouse then slowly reaches under my bra and starts kneading my breast. I almost gasp beneath your kiss which becomes harder, sloppier as your tongue feels like it's going down my throat. You push my bra and blouse up with one hand, quickly, then suck my nipple, groaning a little as you...

Riding with Martin

By Jax_Teller NOTE: The original name of this story was Riding with David Lee Martin was as normal as a teenager came, better than average grades with minimal effort and eager to get on with his life. He was even more eager to get out of the small farm town all his family lived in or around. He had no hope of going to college, being the son of a third generation farmer. His families’ reputation and legacy would ensure he led a decent, predictable life but not a very interesting...

Riding with Jim

Today is a day like any other I thought to myself as I got on the train to head back home from a long day at school. I went to college in the city and commuted to and from my apartment everyday. Because I had such a long commute, I took one of the trains that travels further out of the city then normal. I was just about to start reading my book when Jim, the man who comes around and punches everyones tickets walked by, smiled and winked at me like he always did. I knew he found me attractive,...

Riding a real cock first time

If you read my first story (you really should!), you know my girlfriend had stirred my anal desires by dominating me with a strapon. although I loved it, I began to crave more. Toys were fun, but i wondered how good a real cook providing real pleasure would feel deep in my hole.First, a bit about myself. I'm a 21 year old (now bi) college student. 5'11, stocky build, with a rocking body, 8" curved cut cock and a bubble butt. Obviously, I've never had problems getting girls, but I was always...

Riding Bitch Chapter 3

Riding Bitch Chapter 3 By Cissykay Our pledge conversation was interrupted by the announcement of the start of the evening's entertainment. All the other pledges got a huge kick out of my lisp. I only said a few words. I hadn't even seen my sponsor. It was announced that the punishments were to be given out first, and then the first pledge test. One by one we were called to stand in front of Mistress Nancy. She was in charge tonight. It was explained that one Mistress took charge of...

Riding Horses

My best friend, Sandie, and I decided that since we were bot turning fifty that we should do something fun, just the two of us. We had been best friends since college. Our husbands thought we were crazy, and maybe we were. They were going to play in a golf tournament for a week. So Sandie and I decided to take our horses to this huge ranch and ride out and camp, all alone, up in the mountains. We trailered the horses and got to the ranch and set off on our way. We rode most of the day, to...

Riding Purna Aunty In Village

Hello Aunty lovers. This is my first story in Indian Sex Stories. Your comments and feedback is really appreciated. My email is Let get right into the story. Places and Name have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved in this story. My name is Raj. I live in a small village in Andhra. I just completed my 10th standard exams and enjoying the summer holidays. My family is a middle-class family, which contains my parents, my sister and me.For some reason, our parents decided...

Riding On The Bus Or On A Monster Cock

Hello, readers. I am Sanjay, staying in Chennai but I actually am from a village near Trichy. I am 20 years old, studying engineering in a college in Chennai. I am 5’ 10” tall, slightly chubby and coffee complexion. This is about my gay experience on my bus ride to my hometown which I can never forget. I had about 10 days of holidays at a go due to some festivals and so, I decided that I will go home. Since I am only a college student, I did not have that much money to travel by train to home...

Riding Bitch Chapter 2

Riding Bitch Chapter 2 By Cissykay Before I knew what was happening, she placed a long leather strap around my waist, and buckled it behind the chair. Now I couldn't get off the chair if I wanted to. "That was the last trick I had to play on you girlie. Now you're all mine." She took a smaller strap and buckled my right arm to the back of the chair. Then one on the left. Then she pulled out another piece of plastic the same color as the chair. She slid it into a groove in...

Riding Bitch Chapter 5

Riding Bitch Chapter 5 By Cissykay I went to Cheryl's motorhome and knocked on the door. I was told to wait. The door was opened and I was asked to enter. Cheryl was dressed in a black leather corset, black panties and garter belt and a black leather dress. "Be a sweetheart and zip me up." I couldn't, because of the globes on my hands. She took a key from her chain and unlocked the globes. "Nobody will be back before the time limit, so I am going to release you. Don't get too...

Riding

Calienté rode slowly up and down the thick prong of Hammer’s cock. She was so deliciously filled that she could almost ignore the aching fullness of her own cock that was leaking a stream of precum that had caused her balls to be soaked, and even Hammer’s stomach to have a puddle of the slippery stuff on it. She clenched her internal muscles trying to feel every millimeter of the long hot probe that rubbed something deep within her so pleasurably that she knew she was as addicted to riding...

Riding the Jessie Train

Introduction: The following is a follow-up to the account described in my previous story starring Jessie. It was a long-time coming. While much of this story is true, we added a lot to it to make it more worth writing, so I didnt feel right categorizing it as a true story. Again, in the same interest, preparatory and hygienic details were omitted. It was late afternoon, and Jessie and her husband were on their way from dropping off their son with Jessies brother. As they took care of the kid, I...

RIDING THE BUS DRIVER

RIDING THE BUS…DRIVER CHRISTY I have always prided myself on being a very resourceful person, but like most people now days I cannot live without my wheels. So when my car broke down about two weeks ago I was not a happy campier. The thought of having to take the bus everywhere did not appeal to me at all. The thought of sitting around for twenty minutes for a bus to come was not my idea of fun. All that changed one day when I had to catch a bus to get across town for a very important...

Riding Bitch Chapter 4

Riding Bitch Chapter 4 By Cissykay Cora and I could hear the whir of the camera. We had been in our present predicament for about a half hour as far as I could tell. Every once in a while she would make a purring sound as I kissed and licked ass. I felt sorry for her. She was stretched very tightly to the four posts of the bed, and with the ring gag in her mouth; she was unable to communicate with me. At least my mouth was free to ask questions, and get a positive or negative...

Riding the Rambone

I guess what I am is an emo twink. I have a boyfriend, but I will suck any cock put in front of me. Last weekend at a club I sucked six different guys. This was over the course of nine hours, and I sucked some of them more than once. I'm not sure it was only six. It could have been more. I was totally fucked up. Tonight we stayed in. Cory is pretty much straight, using me for my mouth and my rear end. I am 5'6" tall, weigh almost nothing, and could never be mistaken as straight. I've been...

Riding the Train to Whoredom

It never occurred to me when I decided to visit a college friend in Asia that I'd end up a victim of different cultural attitudes toward women. I'd traveled in Europe frequently, always without incident. Besides, I never worried about riding public transportation in the middle of the day, not even in New York City. But I was in for a hard lesson about what can happen in broad daylight, if no one chooses to help you. My friend, who called herself Susie in the states because her name was a bit...

RIDING WITH A TRUCKER

18 year old Annette stood in front of the mirror in her small one bedroom furnished apartment in Memphis admiring her well tanned body before getting dressed. She cupped her wonderful large boobs in her hands and rolled her long nipples between her thumbs and fingers. It felt good even when she did it herself. She let her right hand slide down across her flat belly and rest between her legs on her shaved crotch. She rubbed her pussy mound, which made her whole body tingle. She always felt nice...

Riding the Tri Met

Being from the Mid-West, I have had the space to acquire a 1972 911 Porsche, a 1967 Camaro, a five window, chopped, channeled 1932 Coupe with a 350 engine, a 1959 Morris-Minor, two trucks, and even more motorcycles. I have rebuilt the engine on a 1966 Harley Davidson; stripped the parts down; sandblasted and repainted it to the original colors. I am in the process of rebuilding it and getting several more into running condition. These interests would not be possible if living in New York,...

Riding in the Limo

During my senior year I helped a friend of mine with his job. Steve drove a limo for a local company. When he was too tired he would let me drive and I got to keep the tips. This soon turned out to be a lousy deal for me as there were not many tips. Around the same time I started dating Sarah. Sarah was your typical small town girl who had just moved to San Antonio. To her this was a monster town, to me it was just another town. Sarah had long blonde hair to the middle of her back, blonde hair,...

Riding in the Limo

During my senior year I helped a friend of mine with his job. Steve drove a limo for a local company. When he was too tired he would let me drive and I got to keep the tips. This soon turned out to be a lousy deal for me as there were not many tips. Around the same time I started dating Sarah. Sarah was your typical small town girl who had just moved to San Antonio. To her this was a monster town, to me it was just another town. Sarah had long blonde hair to the middle of her back, blonde hair,...

Riding On the Edge of the Storm

Flowing cotton as thin as a vapor flips in the breeze. Her slight form clothed in the softness, two long slits run up each side of her skirt to expose her bare thighs as the fabric whips between her legs. Bare feet propel her up and comfortably astride the sleek back of her mare. The flowing breeze causes her blouse to settle open. The creaminess of her skin variegates into the white flowing cotton. The gentle crevice between the valley of her breasts is exposed. The look of innocence clouds...

Riding the rails in Germany

Now I was stationed in Germany, and I was told the way to see the country, was to ride the euro rail trains. It is really quite amazing; you purchase a month-long pass and that entitles you to ride the euro rail anywhere you want to go, as often as you want. I had been making day trips for some time and thought I was ready for a night trip. The train compartments are really quite ingenious. Each compartment has four seats in a row on either side facing each other. The seats themselves slide...

Riding the Subway

“Fucking son of a bitch!” I yelled as I clicked off my cell phone. Sometimes having an old fashioned phone would be worth it, just for the satisfaction of slamming it down in someone’s ear. Jason stood me up again to go hang with his “bros.” Well, it’s likely he wasn’t going to be getting a blowjob or laid by those bros. Hope he has fun with them. I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several of them had just broken up with their respective partners, so we were ready...

Riding With Honey

All that I really cared about was that the sun was out and the long winter finally appeared to have lifted. The day I met Honey, women were the last thing on my mind—for a change. I’d looked forward to getting out on the bike for weeks, and I’d set the whole of Saturday aside to head off to my favorite ride. There was a work emergency overnight, so I was about an hour later leaving than I planned and after traffic delays I got to the trailhead much later than I wanted. Looking back, fate was...

Riding Rena

Marcus yawned as he looked at the clock that hung on the office wall. It was nearing eight in the evening, well past the end of his usual working hours. But had a boatload of emails that had accumulated over the course of the last two weeks while he'd gone on a vacation to Thailand and the urgency of the emails mandated that they be cleared as soon as possible.Which, of course, meant that he was going to be staying late that evening. He sighed as he opened his drawer and grabbed the emergency...

Riding an English Bike

Big things often have little beginnings and perhaps the real start of all this adventure for Thomas was when he went to visit a friend in his country town, Albany. Helen was a muscular little woman with a ripe body, straight black hair and green eyes, who had once stayed with Thomas and his wife, Mary, on their rural block, just outside of town. Thomas had been immediately attracted to the woman and they had started fucking within a day of meeting each other. Now that she had her own house in...

Riding

My girlfriend and I used to enjoy long cycle rides in the countryside and almost always would end up at a country pub for lunch. After a very nice lunch and a couple of drinks,it was time to go home. The pub was at the bottom of a hill along a narrow lane. I let Angela go first, mostly so I could watch her broad, lycra clad arse as she cycled up the hill. I knew that she never wore knickers under her shorts and I'm sure that I could see the outline of her pussy through her short when she stood...

Riding out a storm with my girlfriends Mom

I was in my early 30's and had been dating Sue for about three months when she talked to me about taking a trip to her parents cabin for the weekend. The trip up to Duluth for the weekend seemed fun and I looked forward to it. It was going to be the last trip of fall as winter was coming and little did we know how fast it would come. As it turns out Sue and her dad were going to head up there on Friday night and I was to pick up here mom Saturday afternoon to ride up together. As we got going...

Riding with a wild taxi driver

Hubby and I had attended a very nice joyful party that evening.We danced for hours, chatted to some friends and had a good time.But as I danced with some of my girlfriends, my lovely Victor visited the bar; more times than I had expected. After a while, I found my beloved sweet man was completely “out of order”…When it was time for me to leave I found him still at the bar; so I suggested him it was time to go back home.No way was he driving us home. We had to leave our car overnight, because I...

Riding the truck driver

In my late 20's i used to travel a lot, mostly by car.Without the benefit of todays countless options of meeting casual sexual partners, I relied on stories of others and my own experience to find some pleasure during the lonely days on the road.One of those experiences I'd like to share with you here....I have good memories of a motel near one of the hot springs locations in California.This motel is quite luxurious for a little town in the middle of nowhere and might be visited often during...

Riding the Range

The 17-year-old twins were really bummed. They had expected something different for the summer between their junior and senior years. Bill and Will, whose first names were both William but had different middle names, had just been informed that they were spending the summer at their uncle’s cattle spread in South Dakota. The only apparent upside was that they would be paid and that would help them buy a car when they got back. Both of them were a bit nerdy, played a lot of computer games, and...

Riding The El Capitan

My parents named me Hollith, but everybody calls me Holly. My father’s in the Army Air Corps, not one of them who shoots down Nazis, but he’s in charge of the weather in England. By that I don’t actually mean he’s in charge of the rain and what-have-you, as it’s very variable over there, but he’s the one who says when it’s a good day for bombing the Nazis. It’s not that easy, watching the home front when your father’s off and you’re the only child. Mother of course does the cooking, but I’m...

Riding Mr Johnson

My sexual relationship with my boss, Mr. Johnson, began with a sizzling hot blowjob in his office, the door locked and the blinds drawn. Despite not being very physically attracted to him (he was balding and meaty) I took up his offer to get on my knees and suck his cock on a particularly stressful day. I had to discovered that I quite enjoyed servicing him with my mouth. His dick, although only five inches, was thick and fat, and his balls were big and a joy to suck on. After the first...

Riding an English Bike

Big things often have little beginnings and perhaps the real start of all this adventure for Thomas was when he went to visit a friend in his country town, Albany. Helen was a muscular little woman with a ripe body, straight black hair and green eyes, who had once stayed with Thomas and his wife, Mary, on their rural block, just outside of town. Thomas had been immediately attracted to the woman and they had started fucking within a day of meeting each other. Now that she had her own house in...

Riding a raw cock in rental car

It was close to 3am and I decided, yes! Go for it. Of course he would not give me his number and said we had to communicate via Grindr. So I had a skeptical 20 minute drive ahead of me at 3am in the morning. I immediately left. I got to the address he gave and messaged him. No response. I messaged again. No response, and I thought, “ok, I got scammed.” Then suddenly, he responded that he was on his way out. From my rearview mirror I could see him approaching the car. WOW! He was hot, about 6...

Riding the Corporate Ladder

1 Another business week was closing out. It was always hectic on Friday afternoons. No one wants to work over the weekend so there was always a mad scramble to finish work. It was these days that made desk work feel so dreadful. Not even Mondays compare to this. At least they give you no prospect of anything but work so you feel obligated to finish it without trying to get out. This was the setting for Sara as she impatiently waited for the workday to close. It wasn’t because she had plans...

Riding With Martin Ch 2

By Jax_Teller Recap from Chapter 1 Martin had been through a war and eventually survived after years of therapy and rehabilitation. He found himself starting life in a whole new way and a different world than He'd left. Growing up in a rural farm community, a third generation farmer he's feared his life would be as dull and predictable as every one around him. That's why the military seemed like the way out and in the end it was his way out. What he'd not counted on was that once...

Riding a big black cock

It was a sign. It read: "Seeking virgins! Wanna have some fun? ;)" I, of course, was a virgin. But I was proud to be a virgin. But thinking about my friend's sexual encounters when she is drunk suddenly made me to horny to bear. I pulled over and stepped out of the car. The guy holding the sign was a very tall black male, who smiled when he saw me. "I don't even need to ask, I can already tell you're a virgin. You gotta cute little ass." His hand grabbed my ass, and I stepped back....

Riding The Team Bus

by Lubrican Author's Comment: People write to me and want to know which was the very first story I ever wrote. Well, it was this one. It wasn't the first one posted, but it's the first one I sat down and wrote. You can kind of tell, but I like it anyway. Bob ================================================================== Christy was about as excited as she'd ever been in her whole life. She had performed her first real cheer as a cheerleader! Well, actually, she had performed...

Riding First Class

Chapter 1 Martin and I have been married for twenty-eight years now and we’ve been about as happy as you would expect. Like many couples, we’ve had our ups and downs, none really too serious and we’ve raised our daughter, Pamela, who, today, is a wonderful woman, married to Adam, our son-in-law, for five years now. Pam is a middle-school science teacher and Adam has his own computer consultancy business which he, luckily in our view, can operate from their home. My husband, Martin, has had...

Riding Mr Parker

Steve Parker had been teaching school for 7 years. His job teaching English as James Polk High school was not too bad, it paid enough for his lifestyle, the benefits were good, and he was looking forward to an early retirement at age 52. At 29 years old the fact that the best part of his life was thinking about retirement in 23 more years never seemed to strike him as odd. Steve was six feet tall, dark haired handsome and in good shape. Some of the young male teachers had problems with girl’s...

Riding the train

Robert continues to force me to become even more of a slut. The latest involved my best friend Miriam, the other married white wife named Rachelle, and three of Robert's friends, including Six-pack, whom I had been with previously. This time my husband was not out of town. Robert told me I had to make myself available, so the only option was to blatantly lie, and tell Walter that I needed to stay over at Miriam's for the night. When he asked, I gave him a lame story about her and Roland...

Riding First Class

Chapter 1 Martin and I have been married for twenty-eight years now and we've been about as happy as you would expect. Like many couples, we've had our ups and downs, none really too serious and we've raised our daughter, Pamela, who, today, is a wonderful woman, married to Adam, our son-in-law, for five years now. Pam is a middle-school science teacher and Adam has his own computer consultancy business which he, luckily in our view, can operate from their home. My husband, Martin, has had...

Riding Hyderabadi Reader

Hello friends, your Night Rider (nightriderforyoubabes) is back with the new encounter. Firstly let me thank you for all those responses who have mailed me and I express love to all those wet pussies who fingered by reading my stories. I would like to thank ISS for providing such a nice platform to pen down our stories and make many pussies and dicks wet by reading beautiful stories being published here. Any unsatisfied lady or lady who is willing to have secret relation located in and around...

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