1. The Riding Lesson - Part 1


    Date: 12/5/2014, Categories: MF, BDSM, Author: dea_tigra, Rating: 3, Source: reddit

    Ashley plunged the generously lubed dildo into her pussy until all eight inches were buried in her willing hole. With her other hand, she stroked her clit and moaned, greedily rocking her hips against the pressure of the dildo. She began gliding her toy rhythmically in and out of her pussy, and every time it sunk to the hilt, the head of the prick rammed against the deliciously sensitive wall of her cervix. She could feel the pressure building within her lower belly, and her fingers frantically worked her clit until her hand ached. One final stroke with the dildo sent her over the edge, and she let out an enthusiastic squeal that would have made her cheerleading captain proud.She lay there on her back, breathing heavily and savoring every last ebbing wave of the orgasm. The dildo was still crammed in her slit, and when she slid it out, she sighed like a well-fed pussycat. There wasn’t enough time before her riding lesson to truly bask in the wake, so she sat up and reluctantly left her bed.She really took her time in the shower, using an exfoliating sponge on the curves of her body and soaping between the tender folds of her bald pussy. She had just gotten a Brazilian wax the day before, and every inch of skin was neatly clean of hair. Ashley liked to call it an A to P--ass to pussy--wax. The pain of the waxing was a small price to pay for a smooth, fuzz-free cunt. Normally, she would have lingered in the shower a few extra minutes to enjoy the blast of water from the ...
    removable showerhead against her clit, but today’s lesson was far too important for her to be even a few minutes late. Instead, she turned off the faucet and quickly toweled dry.Ashley had been taking lessons at Renaissance Stables for the past two months. She had been riding casually since she was five and competing in Pony Club since she was seven, but really only to please her mother. Up until high school, most of her friends had been into riding, and hanging out with them usually meant she had to spend more time with horses than she would have preferred. Nevertheless, she was a social creature and riding horses got her more attention from boys, which were her true passion.After graduation, she would have given up riding completely if her friend Courtney hadn’t told her about William Lehrer--the gorgeous, locally renowned Dressage Trainer and owner of Renaissance Stables. He was thirty-five, six-foot-six, and had the most finely sculpted ass that was perfectly accentuated by his immaculate designer breeches. The tan breeches also offered a lovely view of the sizable bulge of his crotch. Despite never seeing him naked and hard, Ashley surmised that he was well over average length with a thick girth to match. Being instructed by him in the tedious exercises of Dressage schooling was just a side effect for her. She was really there for another purpose, and she was used to acquiring everything she set out to get.Ashley’s closet boasted a collection of custom breeches and polo shirts ...
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