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Happy Trails
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Subject: Happy Trails
ACS-Name: taylor
(apologies if this appears twice. i sent it the first time to wizvax not
knowing that it was on it's way out the door)
It's me, taylor, back after a long absence with an accounting of last night
with tj. Many thanks to our sweet friend fangoria for lending her creative
juices.
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We lazed around on the waterbed last night, watching a silly western that
seemed to go on for hours. "Why don't you tie up my cock tonight?" he
asked out of the blue. I immediately perked up. "And whip it?" I asked
happily. That question perked him up as well and he agreed quickly to my
suggestion.
My mood immediately changed.
"Go clean yourself up", I barked as I went off to the opposite direction
from the bathroom he was heading for.
I shot straight to the kitchen and grabbed a roll of cord from the utility
drawer. I grabbed a cup out of the cupboard and hastily, but quietly
filled it with ice from the freezer and made a bee-line back to the bedroom.
When he arrived, he found that I had changed into a black satin teddy with
spaghetti straps, with little buttons running the length of the front. I was
standing in front of the mirror brushing my long, thick hair.
He laid naked on the bed in anticipation, but quickly focused himself on
the stupid western on the t.v. "Get yourself hard!" I snapped. A silly
expression made it's way to his face as he quipped "That's YOUR job!"
Instant piss off. "I said MAKE YOURSELF HARD!", I fired off in a quiet but
angry voice. I took my hairbrush and whacked his cock with it a couple of
times to show that I meant business. His hands quickly got to work and
I went back to tend to my hair, pulling it back with an elastic to keep
it out of my face.
I straddled the legs of my now presentable cockholder and proceeded to bind
his cock and balls into a silly looking form of orange cord and pink
flesh. Apparently it wasn't enough to hold his stature and he soon began
to sag. I used my teeth on him and chewed every inch of his prick until he
was again bulging through the cord. I love the sight of pink cock and balls
straining every which way through the openings in cord!
"Cockholder" was yelping through parts of this so I had to stop and fashion
a gag out of a bandana. I applied the gag with success to his yelping
apparatus. Then I went back to chewing and sucking his cock, cord and all,
until it was positively purple and just BEGGING to be whipped.
I reached for the riding crop and noticed a look of trepidation in his eyes
as I started whipping his hilarious looking "manhood". An artiste I'm
not. The cord was wrapped pretty unceremoniously. How DOES one bind a
cock and balls with cord? Carefully, I'm sure. At any rate, I whipped
and whipped until the cord worked it's way loose and "cockholder" appeared
to be at his limit. As quickly as I could, I grabbed for a hunk of ice and
cooled his cock and balls off. That of course startled him immensely.
<grin>
I worked the ice over his nipples too as he squirmed around, still gagged
and moaning. Or was he groaning? After he'd cooled down just a touch, I
went over to our toy drawer and got out another special surprise
for him, which I hid behind my back as I sauntered over to the t.v. and
turned up the sound to the western. I needed some special background sound
for the what was next, and I sure didn't want him to know what was coming up.
The special surprise? It was a LARGE double vibrating dildo. I lubed it up,
flipped his legs up and gently but firmly forced it into his back door. His
gasp of surprise was quite audible even through the gag and over the TV,
and it sent chills down the back of my neck. I grinned.
"Okay pardner!", I roared, grabbing the loose end of the cord wrapped
around his delicate parts and tugged. "Mmmmph!!!", he gurgled through his
gag. That stifled yelp only excited me further. I imagined myself out on
the range, with an untrained bronco to break and tame to my will. I grabbed
my riding crop, and a flash of an idea hit me. I turned on the vibrator and
sped to the kitchen to get my pie crust trimmer. It's a sharp little wheel
on a handle and reminded me so much of spurs... I grabbed another cord,
and bound my makeshift spur to my heel. I was ready to ride!
Excited as I was, I mounted my steed's buzzing vibrator in one smooth
motion. Ecstasy! I grabbed the cord around his cock like it was the reins,
pulled back, and used my pussy to work that dildo in his ass... Boy that made
him buck! I locked my knees around his butt and cried "Yee Haw!" John Wayne
on the tube was entreating me to saddle up and ride it on home. YES! I was
riding home, no doubt about that! I turned up the speed on the vibrator,
which made me squirm all the more. "Get along little doggie!" I yelled to
my bucking bronco. I whipped him with the riding crop, and dug in my spurs.
His squirming was making that vibrator do things it never did before.... It
was rubbing right up against my g-spot. I was whipping him in a frenzy, not
knowing whether it was him or John Wayne egging me on to greater heights. I
felt like I'd go over the edge as I rounded that last big hill.
I knew I was headed back home to the corral, so I dug in my spurs for all
I was worth. Bam! Like a great explosion, it hit me. Semiconscious, I was
dimly aware of my now broken bronco and the muffled groans and gasps coming
from him. I think I passed out, because before me were Roy Rogers and Dale
Evans smiling beatifically, surrounded by white light, and singing "Happy
Trails to You!". Happy Trails indeed!, I thought as I slid off into
rapture.
saddle sore and satiated,
taylor
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