A Cowgirl Rides her Man
As I entered the dimmed bedroom, Jolene lounged with her kick-butt, cowboy boots dangling off our bed. While that was an unusual sight, what got my attention was her hand stroking the dildo strap-on. My blood surged, and my gaze shot to her face. She swirled her tongue around her lips and blew me a kiss. My breathing quickened.
“For me?” I swallowed hard.
“Yeah, Tex. You ready?”
I walked closer to the bed taking in the impressive view. Jolene squirted a lot of lube in her palm, and her slick hand leisurely danced up and down the dildo’s length.
What would that feel like in me? With her moving it, in and out?
“Jolene, you got a big one.”
“Baby, it’s what you said you wanted. Now take your clothes off and come sit by me.”
Nervous and excited, I yanked my boots off and then my clothes. I maintained my focus on Jolene, her cowboy boots, and that massive dildo.
Dreams do come true. I was primed for this. The soft sheets touched my skin as I settled on the edge of the bed beside Jolene. The charge in the air held an unmistakable erotic scent, and I realized it was me.
“Tex, invite my nipples to the party.”
I kissed one pebbled tip and drew it in my mouth. I knew what would set Jolene off, so I grazed her skin with my teeth.
“You love to play with fire,” she said.
“I’m going for intense heat,” said Jolene as she stroked my cock and her dildo. My personal two-fisted wonder was getting us ready.
Filling my hands with her big, luscious breasts, I alternated nipping, sucking, and then licking her strawberry tips.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” I said.
“Tex, we agreed. It’s my turn to be in charge, so hop up here between my legs.” She let go of my erection, and I repositioned and draped my thighs over hers.
“Practice time is over. Did you do it?”
“I did, Jolene.”
I scooted closer to her, and I lifted my legs presenting my ass.
“Oh, baby, you followed my directions. And you used my favorite butt plug.” Her hands slipped under me, and she squeezed each cheek, as she admired my handiwork. The pressure of her nails on my skin ground her need into me.
“I’ve been imagining you pounding me.” I stroked Jolene’s leg, and her eyes lit with excitement. I was so hard.
Her words, a command laced with dirty intent, made me harder. I stared at the ceiling anticipating her touch, wondering what she would do.
“You’re my butt slut, baby. I am going to enjoy having your ass.” She wiggled the butt plug. I held my breath and grabbed each of her thighs.
“Stroke yourself while I play with the plug.”
She moved it around. My body flushed. The room was hot. I was roasting. Jolene had me exactly where she wanted me.
My cock and the plug were a matched set of steel. I continued my stroking.
I froze. Tonight couldn’t be about punishment. Losing the sensations created by my hand left me in agony. It was worse as Jolene pulled the plug out, but when I felt her fingers around my hole, probing, I revved up again. She pushed the tip of the giant dildo inside and paused. She was reminding me I was her plaything. I steadied my breathing and waited.
“You are doing this, Tex.”
“You are going to fuck yourself on my cock. Use my thighs, use the bed and bounce on my cock. Hold tight. Do it. I said so.”
She had the angle just right. I squeezed my eyes shut. As I moved my ass a little closer to her body, it shoved the dildo shoved further inside me. Jolene’s hands slid up under my thighs and gripped me tightly. It was what we had talked about, what we wanted. She had me saddled to ride and I would.
“Fuck me, Tex. Fuck me, hard.”
As she created a rhythm pulling me closer to her, I started moving. With my ass high on her lap, the bouncing helped. I thrashed my head as the intensity built. Her cowboy boot was near my mouth.
“Jolene, I want to taste your boot.”
Jolene moved her foot closer to my face. The leather scent confirmed I was riding. I nuzzled her boot, and I picked up my pace. She filled me. Her fingernails digging into my legs urged me on. I was full, hot, and exploding. The position was perfect. I kissed her boot, a full mouth kiss. When my tongue touched the leather, I wanted a crop on me, stinging, pushing me on. The picture captured me. I imagined Jolene smacking my ass, my thighs, my balls.
“Get it Tex, get it.”
I was bouncing so hard and fast; in a kind of cowboy saddle heaven.
“Ride me, Jo.”
She yanked on my thighs, and her cock bottomed out in me. My orgasm exploded in the bedroom like a shooting star across the sky. I jerked to the sensations as I bit her boot and hung on. Locked together, I rode her, and she rode me.
It was the riding crop that took me away.
She rubbed my thigh muscles as my spasmodic motions subsided.
“Did you get there, Tex?”
“Pretty much. What about you, Jolene?”
“Uh, huh and more.”
Tell her now.
“I need to visit the barn.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No, I’m getting my riding crop.”
Jolene chuckled. “Well, well. Is that for you or me?”
“I’m up for negotiating. Have you been a naughty girl?”