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Cowgirl's Real Story

Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: True Story, Author: iqtpy, Rating: 36.8, Source: sexstories.com

if you don’t hurt.” I slap her in the ass with my cowboy hat. “That’ll be a score of eighty eight for Emmitt. He’s leading the pack but we still have some of the best cowboys of the night are still to come.” “Oh my God, you again? You just kicked my ass in Coeur d’Alene!” I hand my bull rope up to the cowboys working the chutes today. I climb the rickety wooden fence. “Nice and tight guys just like me.” “God damn it Lizzy!” The young cowboy adjusts his crotch. Money is the root of all evil but this Evil is spelled with a capital! “Help me in guys.” I pull the rope over my right hand, behind my wrist and back over my hand. I squeeze on my fingers making sure I have a good grip. “Are you sure you want to do this, Lizzy? This stock is pretty fierce today. You can take a no score? “Like that is really going to happen! I spent good money on entry fees! I adjust my hat. One hand on the chute gate. Yelling OUTSIDE! And the stop watch starts ticking. “That’s an eighty six for Lizzy! Fuck! I can only take second or less. As predicted, Emmitt took first. I squeaked into third place by half a point. Third was still a good chunk of purse money. I still have one more event I want to ride saddle bronc. “Hear, let me help you” O’ fuck, you again? You kicked my ass in this event also in Idaho, Emmitt.” I got thrown twice in Coeur d’Alene. First time was in bulling. I thought a piece of the Owyhee Mountains, the Spanish once called the northern mystery. It was no mystery, it went north up ... this south bound cowgirl. I still have the wedgy. The Olympic swan dive I performed in bronc riding was perfect in Idaho. I loved it as much as a cattle prod shoved up my ass! That one hurt, BAD! I get a lot shit shoved up my ass, maybe there is something to this sexual act? I see a couple of cowboys smile after getting a dirt enema. I envision them around the campfire “Let’s knit bitch.” “Hold up, Emmitt. “Where are you headed next so I can make sure I am not there? * I took third in the bull riding event in Reno. I won a descent chunk of money. I thought I ate a bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast. As the night went on, I was mistaken, it was a bowl of stupid. I went into my favorite libation station when in Reno “Tanned Hides.” This time of year an appropriate name. I will admit I was feeling pretty good about my win, and a prick and a stick would top off the night. I was wearing a medieval pirate outfit. I wear cowgirl attire all day long. A am a woman also. A white shirt with fitted sleeves to the wrists, flared lacey cuffs. A black skirt with a leather cincher. Hot sassy number, definitely to draw the right type of crowd. There was a charity auction going on for the, “Preservation of the Wild Mustang”. Cowboys were auctioned off to the highest bidder for fun and entertainment, lasting twelve hours. I scan the selection on my way to the bar. Some cowboys competed in the rodeo, some did not. All were spiffed up in very uncomfortable starched jeans and their best shirt from ...