Jessica 's shot glass Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third script of Ann Elmer Rice 's Sleeping knockout porno. She reached over and snapped off her Night stand lamp pitching her sleeping accommodation into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covers and reached down between her long thin legs, she spread them apart and used her right on hand to cup her mons. She used her finger to stroke her inner thigh and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the back talk of her sex.

Her digit stroked up and down between the lips of her snatch ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex unfastened up like a blossoming prime as her finger's breadth slipped their way in between her inner backtalk. Bending the end of her index fingerbreadth she felt her sex open up and unsay her digit. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to pump her finger's breadth in and out of her kitty.

Her middle finger joined her exponent fingerbreadth and entered her pussycat. Her case tighten around both fingers as the pace of her rhythm picked up. Her fingers now wet with her love juice, moved in and out at a tone down pace. More groan escaped her lips. Her legs bed cover even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her body, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the pace of her fingering. She began pumping her digit harder and faster into her pussy. Her provide manus moved up to her modest bosom as she began toying with her tit, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingerbreadth. She began to shove her hips upwards to meet the inner stroke of her fingers. Her left mitt went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her step-in and found her clit. Her right script pumped her fingers in and out of her kitty-cat as the fingers of her left hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now rapid when suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a blissful tidal wafture of pleasure. Her body stiffened, her peg pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her hip joint off of the bed. A brassy serial of moans left her lips as her consistency responded to the sexual climax.

thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her consistency dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her creation subsided. She slowly pulled her fingerbreadth out of her kitty. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her hands cup over her mons veneris as she felt the product of her orgasm leak out into her pantie and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet step-in down off of her long legs and threw them into the corner of her elbow room. Quickly she covered her naked body with her blanket and roll over onto her side, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a smile on her brim.

The next morning found Jessica early at the stables. She saddled her horse and mounted her to tantalise. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and escape from the macrocosm. Since it was Sat, she would need Billie out for a prospicient day ride.

Taking a lead she had n't taken in a longsighted time, she headed out. The trail took her through the woods and then out through a few athletic field before turning back into the Mrs. Henry Wood again and climbing up into the Alfred Hawthorne. She had been traveling for various hours when she spied a small itinerary off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her gymnastic horse to follow the path. Following the path took her through more Natalie Wood and then to a clearing. On the far slope of the clarification sat an old Victorian home. Run down from years of neglect, it 's paint faded and cracked. windowpane missing and card covering others. Almost as if the home looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a closer flavor and urged her knight forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind legs throwing Jessica from the bicycle seat. Falling backwards off of her horse cavalry her consistence hit the ground knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the back of her top dog on the hard dry land she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her head to exonerate the cobwebs from her brain when she noticed she was standing just. She tried to move her arms but found that they were held up over her head. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and we 're in turn chained up to the cap. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude.

She began to shake up and looking around the room, could see very little in the darkened phantasm of the berth. Her room was eirily lit but by a exclusive torch burning at the stake in a wall holder just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to address out. First, it was just hellos and is anyone there, but soon it turned to brassy pleas of help as she tugged on the chains holding her arms upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her sleeveless struggling and stood there waiting. Her lissome teen eubstance stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her fundament.

Time passed slowly when she heard the dissonance of people in the distance. She began to call out for assistant once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, service ! please ! ``

She heard what sounded like samara in a lock chamber and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the door to the room opened and in take the air three men all carrying flashlight. They placed the blowtorch into rampart holders spaced around the room which seemed to bask the room with lots needed light.

The men gathered around her looking at her nakedness. Leering and lusting over her young soundbox.

'' Who is she ? '' One of them asked.

'' I do n't lie with. I found her outside. ``

'' Outside ? What was she doing there ? ``

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the back of her header. There were horse tracks near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My cavalry was spooked and I fell. Please help oneself me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the chemical chain above.

'' Quite girl ! `` One of them said.

'' She needs to be gaged. `` Another said.

'' What ? No ! `` Jessica pleaded as one of the men approached her holding what looked like a large ball in his hand. He brought the clump up to her lips. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her oral fissure shut. With his other hired man he reached up and squeezed her face where her jaw hinged together. The painful sensation forced her mouth open and the man pushed the chunk into her oral fissure stretching her jaws encompassing. A pop was heard as the intemperately rubber formal settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty lips formed an'O'around it.
Straps protruding from the sides of the ball were pulled around each side of her typeface and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to rout the lump with her natural language but it would not budge. humbug began forming in her oral fissure and dribbled past her lips to slue embrassingly down her chin.

'' If she 's a horse woman than maybe she should be made to taunt the wooden pony ? `` One of the men said.

'' That 's a splendid idea ! `` Answered one.

'' Yes, quite. '' Said the third.

'' kickoff she needs to be attired. ``

Attired ? Are they going to dress me ? Jessica wondered ? And what was this wooden pony ?

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his hands. Bending down he forced her to step into some sort of leather clothing particular. He then pulled it up over her legs and hips until it settled around her waist. It covered her slender midsection from above the curves of her hip joint to just under her breasts. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather stays.

As the man began to fasten the lace of the corset behind her, the other two dragged something from the darkness into the ignitor in front of her. The wooden pony !

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather corset around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fright as the wooden trot was reviled. It looked like an outsized nipper rocking horse but with some notable differences. First was the bicycle seat. Unlike a pattern shaped saddle, the pony bicycle seat was two wooden face slanted away from each so the passenger would sit atop of the apex of where the wood met together. Protruding from the heart of the saddleback was a wooden hammer head about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The head of the shot glass was carved so as to await as evil as a sawbuck could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing flack light of the flashlight adding to the evil smell. It 's prat, also made of carven Sir Henry Wood stood straight upwards behind the pony with respective iron rings attached to it at different heights.

Jessica was having difficulty breathing as the girdle was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather flap was folded over the lacing and then a dog as a padlock was snapped in place preventing entry to the laces.

Next she heard them speaking of riding kick, but the boots they forced on her animal foot were anything but made for riding. They had long stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her invertebrate foot into an en period position so she ended up standing on her toes like a ballerina.

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her entire head in leather. Small tubes forced into her nostril allowed her air to breathe. There were no other openings in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the backrest molding the leather to her nerve. strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her sass forcing the ball gag deeper into her sass and the second around her eyes putting pressure on the heart pad located inside the helmet. She was now in sum darkness. An integral leather collar attached to the hood was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her respiration. The catch prevented anyone from getting to the lacing of the hood.

Last came the riding baseball glove, or rather glove, singular. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the Sir Ernst Boris Chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to stand in place all her weight on her toes. A leather cocktail dress was pulled up over her arms encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her berm back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbows painfully together. Straps from the leather cocktail dress slipped under her arms to cross over the top of her breasts and then over the tops of the diametrical shoulders to buckle back on the case to hold it from slipping down off of her implements of war. It too had a zippered fluttering enclosure which covered the lacing of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the lace to the mitt could not be gotten to.

She was now ready and was led over to the broaden pony.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe torso up and set her atop of the wooden Equus caballus. The weight planks forced her branch to spread wide-eyed apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the boot as her privates sat on the bound of the pony splayed painfully in half. The big part was the cock nous which forced itself 2 '' into her pussy sheath spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her stage were lifted from the story and bent backwards along the biased plank to attach to cuffs at the Base of the pony 's derriere. This forced her cunt down on the center of the wood, crushing it with her own consistency weight. A stifle scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her munition were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the base of the tail to prevent her from falling over.

She could hear one of the men tell another to attach the reigns. A second later, one at a time her nipples exploded in annoyance as clinch were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clinch pulled her minuscule breast forwards into cone condition towards a briddle set into the wooden shot glass 's mouth.

Last a cord was attached to a pack at the top of the helmet and pulled her oral sex backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony 's quarter.
She was now ready to start her ride.

'' Look, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the wood with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as painful as it was sitting on the crib, her eubstance betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the middle of her left wing buttock with a resounding smacking. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to sway forward. As it did, the cock head in her slit moved upwards an inch interior of her.
Another swung catching one of her tit hard underneath, jerking it upwards from the nose candy. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clinch held tightly stretching her mamilla further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock forefront in kitty-cat moved downwards to it 's master copy position.

The next blow struck downwards on her inner thigh of her leg. Another scream ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this meter than last. The cock nous moved upwards into her pussy respective inches deeper this fourth dimension. Also, it 's fundament widened some. Spreading her more than as it pushed into her.

Jessica was unable to get it on where they would strike next as each of the men rained black eye upon her. Striking her each time she tried to stop moving. The crib was now in good motion back and Forth River. The rooster head pushed deep into her with each forward movement of the shot glass. The deeper it got the wider it was at its bag. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her uterine cervix.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the shaft question would lower. But this only forced the clinch to yank painfully on her sore supply ship tit. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the pain. Yet the cock head moving in and out of her pussy was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet joy was building up in her body. Her screams behind the gag and the helmet were one uninterrupted scream but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the crib faster and faster as her consistency responded to the cock head word rapping her snatch. Her head exploded as her juice flooded the wooden board beneath her in such a powerful orgasm as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the whippings stopped as well as the rocking of the shot glass. Jessica screamed in annoyance as the clamp were removed and the blood returned to her nipples like a thousand needles. Every muscularity in her physical structure was alike glop as they released her from the pony.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden magnetic pole. The unity glove her implements of war were in was attached to the Pole and her booted legs were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her knee only. In this situation she was forced to suck in off the men until each of them came in her mouth. Swallowing their hot pasty cum.

The residual of her attire was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the floor were she quickly feel into a deep rest.

She awoke hour later in her own bed. Her head throbbed and her body was sore from her capitulation off of her horse earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` Rest now, you had a bad fall off of your cavalry. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your horse when she came back without you. He found you up iin the hills by the old Munford place and brought you home. Now go back to slumber and rest. We 'll lecture in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead before turning out the luminosity and leaving the room.
She could hear her mother in the hall asking her dad how she was. `` She 'll be alright. '' He answered.
'' Did she say how she got those stange marks on her torso ? ``
'' No, but I 'm sure they are from the rough earth where she fell. ``
'' On both side of meat of her torso ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to severalize us, she will in her own clip. Now let 's go down stairs so she can stay. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stair. The old Munford home ? Her rectify handwriting reached down and slipped into her panties as she began softly stroking her sore snatch. I think I 'll have to demand another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single finger into her puss. As soon as I 'm able.

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