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Master Chris 26
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Life in the Wild West © 1988 Master Chris
Story #26 in the Master Chris Collection
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Although you were skeptical at first, now that we are on the
plane, heading to Colorado, the idea of a dude ranch seems kind
of attractive. I have spent the last few weeks showing you
brochures and talking you into the idea of spending a week in the
Wild West riding horses and breathing the clean mountain air.
The pressures of work have been unbearable and the thought of
spending time back with nature is too good to pass up.
The plane ride is a couple of hours long and we have two seats
next to each other on the half empty plane. You immediately
snuggle up next to me and I put my arm around you. Once we have
taken off and are cruising on our way, I reach around you to
fondle a breast.
"Mmmm", you murmur.
We haven't had time to think about sex for awhile and the
caressing is appealing. With my other hand I reach out and undo
the top button of your blouse. Then the second. At the third
button, you start to get nervous and as I reach for the fourth
button you instinctively reach up to hold your blouse closed. I
take your hands and gently hold them behind your back as I loosen
the fourth button. I reach in and gently pull at both of your
nipples. As I do so, your breasts are exposed to the air.
"Arch your back.", I whisper.
Despite yourself, you arch your back to more fully offer your
breasts to me. I reach down and bite each nipple hard and then I
release you. You reach around and draw your blouse closer
together then you go to do up the buttons.
"No", I say softly, "Don't do up the buttons, leave them open".
You are nervous but you do as I ask. Your breasts are covered
but the cleavage you now present goes all the way to your navel.
In a way it is more exposing than being naked. Every once in a
while I reach over to caress you again. I play with your full
breasts or I slide a hand up under your skirt to discover your
ever increasing wetness or I simply reach over to stroke your
hair or your neck. The constant stimulation continues to turn
you on until you are literally sitting in a puddle of excitement.
By the time the plane lands you are ready to make love right in
the airport but instead, we pick up our bags and get on the ranch
bus. I have allowed you to do only the bottom two buttons of
your blouse and you blush red as men stare openly at the expanse
of flesh is exposed.
The bus ride is not long. There are 2 other couples with you and
you notice that they are young and attractive, not at all the old
retired types you expected. The ranch itself is also a pleasant
surprise. The decor is modern and comfortable and your room
contains a huge bed as well as a well equipped bathroom complete
with hot-tub. 'This is going to be better than I imagined.', you
think to yourself as you unpack. I arrive in the room a moment
later and you immediately slide your horny body up against mine.
You have been turned on all day and you beg for me to allow you
some release. I smile at you as I stand you up.
"Not yet.", I say in a mischievous voice, "Don't you want to do
some horseback riding?"
"Uh uh.", you say, "I want a different kind of ride."
I'm still smiling as I pull you out of the room and towards the
stables. You follow reluctantly. You are still wearing your
light blue skirt and your blouse is still revealingly opened to
show more than you are comfortable with. The stables are well
appointed and you admire the various horses as we look around.
One of the stable hands introduces himself as Jim.
"Are you ready to go sir?", he asks me.
You look at me questioningly. Evidently, something has been
planned here in your absence.
"Sure.", I say.
Four horses are led out and I refuse to answer any of your
questions.
"But I'm not even dressed to go riding.", you protest.
"Shhhh", I reply.
The horses are saddled up and Jim and what must be his girlfriend
mount up. I help you onto a pretty mare and instruct you to sit,
not sidesaddle as you would have liked but astride the horse thus
placing your naked pussy directly on the leather of the saddle.
The warm leather immediately gets slippery with the juices of
your overexcited pussy.
We start out across the empty plain towards the nearby hills.
The feeling of the pommel of the saddle rubbing against your hard
clit is driving you to distraction and you have difficulty
concentrating on Jim's steady patter describing the wilderness
around you. After about an hour, you come to the hills and
shortly after that Jim and his friend Peggy come to a stop beside
a little stream in a clearing. The scenery is beautiful. You
are truly away from everything here. You get off your saddle,
careful not to let anyone see that you are wearing no
underpanties and you sit down on the grass to relax.
Your mind is really on one thing and one thing only; Sex. You
see Jim removing the saddles and letting the horses relax also
and a few minutes later, you are all sitting in a circle on your
saddles passing the canteen around for a drink.
"So,", says Jim, "this is your submissive lady."
You choke on your drink. Peggy is looking right at you and
smiling.
"Tell me.", she asks, "What have you made her do?"
"Well,", I say, "First of all, she is not permitted to wear
underclothes of any kind. Secondly, I have had her submit to
strange men and have exhibited her in public. She has had her
pussy shaved, her nipples clipped, her bottom spanked and has
been a slave to both men and women."
"Mmmmm.", says Peggy.
She stands up and looks down at you. She is wearing a chamois
shirt and jeans and has leather riding boots on her feet. In her
right hand is her riding crop. You feel your heart skip a beat.
She is petite but she looks severe and her presence scares you.
You know that you will have little choice but to obey everything
she asks of you. Your hot pussy is very present and you hope
that she won't discover it.
"Roll over on your belly.", she says.
You roll over on your saddle so you are face down. Your feet and
hands are touching the grass but your bottom is raised and
presented to your audience. You feel a tremor run through your
body as you realize that you are helpless before her. You feel
the leather of her crop slide up along your naked calf and catch
the hem of your skirt. Very, very slowly, she raises the crop
and pulls your skirt higher and higher until it has uncovered
your long tanned thighs. The skirt continues to rise, now
revealing your white tan line and the curve of your buttocks and
then finally comes to rest in a puddle around your waist.
The crop now strokes your long legs carressingly.
"Spread them.", she commands and you hesitantly let your legs
fall open.
She encourages them further and further apart until you are
completely exposed. The tip of the riding crop explores the hot
wet slit of your pussy and then stops. You hear Peggy sit down
and you wait, passively, lying across the warm leather of your
saddle with your bottom upraised and completely exposed. The
three of us continue to talk about you as I describe some of the
situations you have been put in. Your face blushes red as I
describe what parts of your body are most sensitive and what
particular variations you enjoy. Peggy is very interested to
hear that you have long nipples that love nipple clips and that
you enjoy being spanked hard.
"Stand up.", you hear Peggy say.
You stand up before her thankfully allowing your skirt to fall
and cover you again. Your respite is to be short-lived, however.
"Off with those clothes.", she says.
Your fingers are trembling as you remove your blouse and skirt
and stand with your head bowed awaiting your next instruction.
Peggy leads you over to a nearby tree and attaches your hands
together in front of you. The end of the rope is thrown over a
convenient branch and you feel yourself being stretched upwards.
She takes the opportunity of your helplessness to pinch your
sensitive nipples with her gloved fingers. Your ankles are tied
next so that you are spread eagled in front of us.
Peggy stands behind you and begins running her hands across your
body. She reaches around to squeeze your breasts. You moan out
loud at the sensation. One of her leather gloved hands runs down
your belly to stroke your pussy. The feeling of the cool leather
rubbing across your clit has your whole body twitch and she does
it again and again until you are about to come. She walks around
to in front of you now and you look down to see that she has a
branch of nettles in one hand. You close your eyes, hoping that
the nettles aren't for you.
Of course they are.
You feel the prickly frond rubbing gently across your left
nipple. It is already hard but the irritating nettles cause it
to get so tight that it aches. The right nipple undergoes the
same treatment and although the rubbing of the nettles stops,
their stimulation continues. Immediately you feel an itch in
your nipples that you are begging to scratch. Your body squirms
in its bonds and your pussy begins to gush its juices.
You feel Peggy playing with your shaved slit and the tiny sting
of the nettles touches your delicate pink pussy lips. She pulls
back the hood of your clitoris to make sure that it gets its fair
share too. The stimulation is too much for you. You are now
panting in short ragged breaths and your whole body is straining
at the ropes which bind you. You open your eyes to see Jim in
front of you. He is not wearing any clothes and his cock is
large and thick.
You look up at him and say, "Please."
He smiles as he comes closer. You feel the tip of his cock touch
your wet pussy and he allows just the head to slide inside you.
You hold your breath waiting for him to thrust into you, to fill
you up. Peggy has moved behind you and all of a sudden a searing
pain strikes your bottom. You body is driven forward and impales
itself deeply on Jim's cock. The riding crop strikes again and
the hot pain thrusts you forward again onto the unyielding
hardness of Jim.
The strokes set the rhythm as Peggy drives you forward again and
again. Your bottom is burning hot by the time she is done and
you are crying out with every thrust of Jim's body into yours.
Jim holds himself deep in you without moving. You feel him reach
around behind you and grasp one of your hot buttocks in each of
his large rough hands. He pulls them apart to reveal your hidden
hole and the next sensation you feel is Peggy's cool finger as
she lubricates your bottom. Her finger slides in and out of you
and again she sets the rhythm of you pushing yourself onto Jim's
cock.
Her finger pulls out and you feel the head of my cock at your
tiny entrance. Very, very gently I slide into you until you feel
my belly pressing up against the heat in your bottom. You are
more filled than you have ever been before in your life. Your
hypersensitive nipples are still stinging slightly from the
nettles as they press into Jim's hairy chest. Your soaking pussy
is stretched to the limit by Jim's thick organ and your hot
bottom is penetrated by my cock.
You feel the two organs pushing and pulling in alternate strokes.
As I push in, Jim pulls out and as I pull out, Jim pushes in.
Your body takes up a steady rhythm between us as your hips push
harder and harder forwards and backwards trying to get more of us
into you. You turn your head to the side to see Peggy with a
camera taking pictures but by this time you don't care. Your
orgasm starts from the tips of your toes and the depths of your
belly. You start to scream out loud at the feeling, letting
yourself be consumed by it, letting it use you and your body as
you reach a peak and collapse into our arms.
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