by Syra Bond
‘They don’t come any weirder than the men who come to Maizie’s Ranch, my dear. That’s what they expect - and that’s what they get. Here, I’ll show you around.’
The building was a maze of rooms and corridors. Red lights hung in clusters from the ceilings. Each room had a name on the door: ‘Kristal’, ‘Brooke’, ‘Dahlia’, ‘Lexy’. There were several jacuzzis, a small gymnasium, an office and a mixture of lounges.
Maizie opened the door to a room marked ‘Waiting Room 1’. A young girl in a black suit with a white shirt and dark tie stood at the door. Her hands were folded across her crotch. Her skin was perfect. She smiled as we entered.
‘This is where they choose the girls,’ said Maizie. ‘But they have to negotiate with each one to agree their menu.’
‘Menu?’
‘What they want. All the standard stuff is written down - breast massage, hot oils, different liquids in their mouths for cock sucking, bondage, blindfolds. They just choose and agree the price. But the weird stuff - well, that’s different. Here sit down. You can watch what happens.’
‘I flopped down on a massive red sofa. Several men lounged on chairs around me. Some of them sipped beers, some played nervously with their fingers. One looked at me. I could see the shape of his hard cock squeezed against the material of his trousers. He rubbed his hand across it and grinned.
A curtain was pulled aside and a line of beautiful young women strode in. They stood in a row in front of us. Two had on short skirts - one dark blue and tightly pleated, the other a white tennis skirt loosely clipped with a large safety pin. The first wore a shirt and tie, the second matched her tennis skirt with a complementary sports top. The third wore a long slinky red evening dress the cut of which closely followed her curvaceous body. The fourth one was in a tightly fitted, shiny mauve, one piece bathing suit.
She was the last to enter and stepped forward first. She tossed back her long blonde hair and moistened her full, red glossed lips with the tip of her glistening pink tongue.
‘My name’s Kristal. I like swimming and all water sports. Sometimes I keep on my costume. Sometimes I like to do things in the nude. I’m keen to talk about specials, and sometimes I don’t even charge extra.’
She ran her right hand down the tight cleavage of her ample breasts. She stretched her fingers down into the well defined crack of her fleshy cunt beneath the tight material of the swimming suit. She smiled broadly, exposed her large white teeth, and stepped back into the line.
The girl in the tennis skirt stepped forward.
As she moved, her short white skirt opened. The large safety pin was fixed too high to keep it closed - almost on her hip. Her long, tanned, athletic thighs were fully exposed. She was wearing white, tightly pulled panties. They were high on her hips and firmly pulled around the flesh of her cunt. She made a pointless attempt to close the open skirt and giggled at her failure.
‘My name’s Brooke. You can see what I like. I have to keep my skirt open like this - my cunt gets so hot.’
She lifted the open flap of her skirt and eased her fingers around the tightly covered slit of her cunt.
‘Wow! So hot!’
The man whose cock bulged in his trousers stepped up and pressed his hand on top of hers. Her eyes widened as he massaged her cunt. He turned back and nodded to Maizie. She nodded back and the man led Brooke away.
The next two stepped forward together.
‘We come together,’ said the one in the shiny red evening dress.
‘Yes! We come as a pair!’ giggled the one in the tightly pleated short blue skirt.
‘My name’s Dahlia.’
‘And mine’s Lexy.’
Dahlia embraced Lexy. She opened her mouth and licked Lexy’s cheeks. Lexy’s smooth pale skin glistened with Dahlia’s spit. Lexy opened her mouth and the two kissed each other forcefully and passionately. I felt a nervous thrill in my stomach as I watched them - their arms enfolding each other, their faces pressed together, their bodies writhing at the thrill of contact. I licked my dry lips.
One of the men had taken out his cock and was holding its stiff length in his hand. Lexy broke away from Dahlia and looked at him. Her lips dripped with spit. She dropped to her knees at the man’s feet and slowly encircled the throbbing glans of his cock with her hungry mouth. Dahlia came up behind her and, bringing both her hands from behind and passing them beneath her armpits, placed them over Lexy’s full breasts. She squeezed Lexy’s nipples thought the soft material as Lexy dropped her head lower onto the man’s cock. He lifted it into her mouth and she took it down into her throat until her lips were tightly around the base. She opened her eyes and stared up at him, blankly, her throat filled with his cock, writhing against Dahlia’s ever tightening grip on her hard and prominent nipples. Her eyes widened, and her mouth was forced open as his cock expanded then, still staring into his face, she gulped as he filled her throat with his copious ejaculation.
She did not move back, she kept her wide eyes open. She gulped and swallowed and stayed sucking at his fluid until he dropped his hips back and sighed loudly with satisfaction. When finally she pulled away, she took an enormous gasping breath and held it in as she let the semen she had not swallowed dribble in a stream from her open glistening mouth.
Dahlia released her grip on Lexy’s nipples. Lexy’s mouth dropped wider and frothing semen flowed over her bottom lip. Dahlia reached her hands up, wiped them across Lexy’s mouth then smeared the spit and semen across Lexy’s eyes. Lexy kept her eyes open as the sticky semen ran around her eyelids, dripped from her eyebrows and oozed down onto her flushed cheeks.
The man stood up, wrapped his arms around both girls’ waists and led them out.
‘Come on,’ said Maize. ‘I’ll show you more.’
I was startled. Suddenly, I realised I had my hand down the front of my jeans and my fingers in the crack of my cunt. I pulled my hand out quickly. My fingers were glistening with my moisture. My cheeks fleshed red.
Maizie nodded to the girl in the suit who was still standing at the door. The girl nodded back, as though acknowledging an unspoken instruction.
‘Good!’ said Maizie. ‘Good!’
She led me down a red painted corridor to another door. The sign said, ‘The Rodeo Bucking Bull’.
‘I think you will find this interesting, my dear.’
She led me into a large room that was partitioned by a heavy red velvet curtain. The curtains were drawn. On the side we went into, raised up on a stage, was a moulded wooden and steel structure roughly in the shape of a bull. It had four legs with shiny steel hooves; the body was sculptured so that the narrow, rounded and dished-in back expanded at the heavy haunches and buttocks. Where the head would have been there was a smooth cupped section of wood with metal edges raised into two huge pointed horns. Braced between the bases of the two horns was an exposed shiny steel rod. Leather straps hung near the fetlocks of each leg, and two larger straps hung from fixtures at its belly. A bowl of water by its side had been used to wet the leather straps and droplets of water dripped from them onto the wooden floor. At the rear was a broad step, large enough for someone to stand on.
‘Meet our famous Rodeo Bucking Bull,’ said Maizie proudly.
She took my hand and led me up to it.
‘Some of our gentlemen drive hundreds of miles for the pleasures of our bucking beast. Feel the sensuous curves of its loins, my dear, the smoothness of its back, and the sharpness of its horns.’
I ran my hands along the massive bull’s back. It was so smooth. I had never felt anything like it before. My fingers ran across its surface without, in some sense, touching it at all. It was like the smoothest glass - there seemed no friction at all. My mouth went dry as I ran my hands down its legs and felt the soft and wet leather of the straps.
‘See how it’s mounted,’ she said, pointi
ng to a heavy steel hydraulic cylinder attached beneath the massive animal. ‘It is through this that its movements are controlled. It bucks like no other bull. Here, Syra, lie upon it. See how it feels. Remove your clothes so that you can feel its smoothness.’
I pulled my T shirt up over my head. The girl with the black suit had suddenly re-appeared. She held out her hands and took it from me. I removed my jeans and panties and she took them from me as well. She stood back, holding my clothing across her outstretched forearms. She dropped her head slightly and looked at the floor. She was delicate and beautiful.
‘Yes, go on,’ urged Maizie.’
I could not resist it. I stood beside it - its smooth surface pressed against my waist. I ran my hands across its dished back and up its broad nape to the steel bar between its horns. I felt a shiver of excitement run through me as I realised my nakedness, and a further shiver as I felt again the smooth surface of the magnificent bucking bull.
The door, through which we had entered, opened. The four women I had seen earlier entered in a line. Lexy carried a small stool in her hands. She placed it by the side of the bucking bull and moved back. She stood on one side of the bull’s head, Dahlia stood on the other, while Kristal and Brooke stood on either side of its hindquarters.
I looked across to Maizie. She nodded. I stood up on the step, ran my hands along the dished back of the beast, lifted my leg and straddled it. I leant forward and saw straight away why it was dished along its spine. I dropped myself down and found my hips, breasts and shoulders fitted it perfectly. My nipples pressed against the smooth surface and I licked my dry lips. I let my head down and straight away found my mouth against the steel rod that ran between the two massive horns. I reached up and grabbed them in my hands. I realised I needed more of what the beast could offer. And I knew that this would not be how I would be finally positioned. I pictured the wet leather straps on the beast’s legs and knew that soon I would find myself secured within their tight grasp.
I opened my mouth and took the steel bar between my teeth - it was cold and smooth. I licked my tongue above and beneath it. My spit ran over its surface. I bit down and sucked against it. I felt my tingling nipples hardening even more against the hard shiny surface of the beast’s shoulders. I breathed in heavily through my nostrils and imagined the snorting bull scraping the ground with his hooves.
I heard Maizie’s voice, but I could not make out her words. I saw Lexy and Dahlia moving closer. They took my hands off the massive sharp horns. I kept the metal bar in my mouth as they lowered my hands down the sides of the front legs of the bull. They let them hang there for a few moments and I felt my shoulders slipping perfectly into the cupped shapes that were created for them in the animal’s massive back.
I felt the leather straps being opened and wound around my wrists. The wet leather was soft and pliable and, when they pulled it up into the buckles, it felt slippery against my wrists.
I closed my eyes for a moment - imagining what I must look like, straddling the back of the huge bull, my mouth around the steel brace between its horns; my arms pulled down on each side and attached by wet leather straps to its heavy fetlocks.
I raised my buttocks and felt the naked flesh of my cunt sticking to the smooth surface of the beast’s back. It tugged at my clitoris and I felt a sudden rush of excitement. I bit harder onto the steel bar and swallowed the foamy spit that now filled my mouth.
I felt hands holding my feet - they belonged to Kristal and Brooke. I saw a hint of Kristal’s mauve swimsuit reflected on the shiny surface of one of the beast’s horns as she bent forward, and a hint of Brooke’s short white tennis skirt flashed quickly on the surface of the other. They drew my legs down on either side of the animal’s hindquarters - pulling my thighs into the scooped out slots in the beast’s side and splaying my buttocks wide. My cunt and anus were fully exposed - I felt so vulnerable. They pulled my feet down as far as they could and fixed them in the wet leather straps. They tugged the leather hard into the buckles and, I saw another flash of their clothing reflected in the horns as they stood back.
I was unwilling to let go of the bar in my mouth for a single moment and I panted heavily through my nostrils. The pressure of my forced breathing made me feel giddy. My heart was thumping, and I was shivering as waves of expectation and excitement ran through me. I stared ahead, now not daring, nor wanting, to close my eyes for a second. I waited, not knowing what it was that would follow, only knowing my situation meant I could not protect myself from anything that was decided about my fate by others. The thought of my exposure made me grip the bar between my teeth even tighter, and that made me pant even harder through my wide nostrils.
Suddenly, something was yanked around my waist. I tightened my teeth onto the steel bar and breathed in heavily through my flaring nostrils. It tightened more - it was the wet strap of leather that had been dangling beneath the belly of the beast. It was being pulled so tightly around my waist that I struggled to get my breath. I felt the end pulling through the buckle, tightening all the time, then, I felt it being pinned to the buckle pin to keep it in place. I was overwhelmed with anxiety as I realised, for the first time, the danger of my situation - naked, pinioned around the waist and fixed by my arms and legs to the heavy sculpted bucking bull. I struggled desperately for breath, fearful of what might happen next.
Again, I heard Maizie’s voice. Reflected in the shiny surface of the horns, I saw the heavy red curtains pulling back. An engulfing shiver of fear filled my stomach with uncontrollable nervousness.
Maizie shouted some instructions. Lexy and Dahlia moved back out of my sight. There was silence - I could hear only the pounding of my heart and the grinding of my teeth on the steel bar that was wedged firmly across my wide-stretched mouth. Then I felt a draught - a movement of air across the skin of my widespread buttocks. It cooled the skin in the open crack between them and caressed the flesh of my cunt and the muscular ring of my dilated anus. Then I felt something against my buttocks, something smooth. Then it was against my back, then my shoulders. It felt like leather - supple, smooth, and velvety. Then it brushed against the back of my neck and I saw Lexy and Dahlia again as they walked forward carrying in their hands a leather cloak and hood.
The four women spread the leather over me, draping its hood over my head, allowing it to fall down beside my own secured hands, and its bottom to hang down over my pinioned legs. I felt the weight of it and, when I breathed in, I smelled the tangy sharpness of freshly tanned leather. As the hood fell over me, everything went dark. I could no longer see any reflections in the horns. My nostrils filled with the tangy scent. I bit down harder on the steel bar.
I heard a muffled voice - I was not sure whose it was. I thought I heard footsteps and some movement behind me, but it was all too indistinct to make out. My hot breath engulfed my face, flushing my skin and causing sweat to break out across my forehead and cheeks. I opened my eyes and stared into the darkness beneath the leather - inhaling its bitter perfume, becoming part of it.
I felt the bottom of the cloak being lifted up, exposing my distended cunt. I imagined its glossy pinkness, the neat crack at its centre, the honeyed moisture running in the delectable central valley of its flesh. There was silence. I stared ahead. I bit harder onto the steel brace. My nostrils opened as wide as I could make them. My breath was heavy and panting. I snorted. I gulped at the copious flow of saliva that ran down my throat. I felt enveloped by an abyss of expectation and fear.
The first thing I felt was heat against the wide wet flesh of my cunt. It pressed against it. It was hard - it was the glans of a stiff throbbing cock. There was no resistance to its pressure - the touch itself let it in.
I breathed in heavily as it entered. It did not pause or pull back. It pushed into me until its head was against the highest point inside. It felt as though it touched my heart. It seemed to be pressing against it - throbbing, pulsating, and burning
me with its heat. The shaft was venous and ribbed, and tugged at the inside of my flesh as its relentless pressure took it in. Then it stopped - at its deepest it stopped and throbbed inside me.
Its pulsating filled my whole body. I breathed in time with it, my heart beat with its pounding rhythm. It had filled me and taken me over.
I bit hard onto the steel brace in my mouth, but I could apply no more pressure. My mouth was full of saliva, and now it ran in streams from the corners of my widespread lips before streaming down either side of my chin. My whole body was heated beneath the cloak and hood and trickles of sweat ran down the sides of my thighs and my arms.
Then I felt an extra movement. It was beneath me - the bull was beginning to buck! At first it twisted to the side - which side I couldn’t tell. Then it pitched forward, and then back. The movements became more violent, more sudden, more frantic. Still the hot cock in my cunt stayed in at its full length but now, with every gyration of the bucking bull, it pulled or tugged more brutally against the insides of my flesh, or pressed or forced itself even deeper than what had seemed its limits.
I gripped onto the steel bar with my teeth. I grasped the legs of the animal with my hands. I stared ahead into the hot scented darkness and, as the beast tossed and bucked wildly, I felt the flowing heat of semen as the cock inside me expanded into a thick fiery shaft that filled me completely.
Suddenly, I closed my eyes - it was all I could do as a massive throb of ecstasy ran inside me. It started at the end of the cock, where the hot semen flowed, but it spread out quickly, like a lava flow, until it touched every part of my convulsing body. I jerked against my bonds, I swallowed, I dribbled and then, unable to retain it any longer I released the bar.
I heard my howling cry and could not believe it was coming from me. It was the bellowing of an animal - the cry of a wild beast set free from within me. I let it out and it filled my head. Saliva exploded from my mouth. The huge cock kept filling me with it massive flow and, at the same time as I continued to be plugged full by it, I was tossed and bucked in every direction, every angle by the frantic gyrations of the bucking bull. My orgasm met the pressures that each new angle presented - it was like a joining of forces. I howled again. I shouted for more. I screamed for less. I did not know what I was doing. I wallowed in my own unending pleasure as I bucked and reared in wild ecstatic circles of completely abandoned joy.