“You know what’s really fun?” Ariel mused, her cerulean eyes gleaming with a mischievous twinkle. She leaned closer to her best friend, Lizzie, who was sprawled out on the couch, sipping a wine cooler. “The Bronco Ride. Ever heard of it?”
Lizzie raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. “No, I can’t say that I have,” she said, setting her drink down on the coffee table with a clink.
Ariel’s grin grew wider, and she launched into a vivid description of her latest escapade. “So, there’s this guy, right? Tall, athletic, the kind who thinks he’s God’s gift to all womankind.” She took a sip from her own drink, savoring the sweetness before continuing. “Marc was his name. Anyway, he hit on me at the bar, and I played along, just to see where it would lead. He had no idea what was in store for him.”
Her eyes took on a distant look as she recounted the night’s events. “We end up back at my place, making out like teenagers. I could feel his hands roaming all over me, eager to claim his prize.” She chuckled, the sound dark and rich. “But I had other plans for him.”
Ariel stood up and began to pace the room, her hips swaying gently as she remembered the thrill of the setup. “I convinced him to let me tie him up. Said it was something new, something that would blow his mind.” She winked at Lizzie, who leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “He was all for it, the dumb fuck. Let me do whatever I wanted without a second thought.”
With a dramatic flourish, Ariel mimed tying up her wrists and ankles, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Once he was all nice and secured, I slid those wet little panties of mine into his mouth. He struggled at first, but the cocky bastard soon realized he was in no position to argue.” She giggled, the sound sending shivers down Lizzie’s spine. “It was like watching a fish out of water, flopping around and gagging. But he had to learn, didn’t he?”
Her cheeks flushed as she recounted the moment she slipped the cock ring over his swollen member. “He was so hard, I could barely get it on,” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and admiration. “But once it was in place, oh boy, he was mine.” Ariel’s eyes glazed over, lost in the memory of straddling him, her own excitement growing as she shared her tale. “I sank down onto him, inch by inch, watching his eyes roll back in pure pleasure. He thought he was in for the ride of his life.”
The room grew quiet as she paused, her breathing shallow and quick. “But that’s where the fun really began,” she murmured, her hand sliding down her body to rest on her inner thigh. “I started to ride him like there was no tomorrow, moaning, spurring him on, his cock feeling like a hot iron rod inside me.” She began to rock her hips, mimicking the motion she’d used on him. “Harder, faster, until I could feel his orgasm building, his whole body tensing up like a spring ready to snap.”
Her eyes narrowed, a sadistic glint shining through. “And just when he was about to blow, I stopped. Clamped down tight and didn’t move an inch.” She grinned at Lizzie’s shocked expression. “Can you imagine the look on his face? Pure pleading agony.” Ariel’s voice grew softer, more sinister. “He started begging, pleading through those soaked panties, but I just felt his cum fill me up, his body shaking in frustration of a perfectly ruined orgasm.”
The air in the room thickened as she recounted her cruel victory. “But I wasn’t done with him yet,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “The cock ring kept him rock hard, his cock so sensitive that the slightest touch was pure torture for him. And that’s when the real Bronco Ride started.”
Ariel straddled an imaginary horse in the center of the room, her hands gripping invisible reins. “I started to bounce again, feeling every twitch and throb of his desperate member. He was like a wild animal, trying to throw me off, bucking and straining against his restraints. The look in his eyes was priceless, a mix of agony and fear.”
Lizzie watched, half-horrified and half-fascinated, as Ariel’s hips moved in a rhythm that mirrored her story. “I yelled and screamed and rode him harder,” she murmured. “I could see the tears welling up, the desperation as he tried to get away from the overstimulation. But I held on tight, gripping his pole with my box and riding him down like a pro at a rodeo.”
The blond’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she described the power she wielded over him. “I dug my nails into his chest and my heels into his flanks, leaving little half-moons in his skin. He was mine to ride, and I wasn’t going to let him go without a fight.”
Ariel’s voice grew husky, her breathing heavy. “With every bounce, I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, the warmth of his cum mixing with my juices, making me wetter than ever before.” She licked her lips, savoring the memory. “He was like a bronco, wild and untamed, but I had him right where I wanted him.”
Her eyes locked onto Lizzie’s, and she leaned in closer, whispering the climax of her story. “I rode him until I felt my own orgasm approaching, that delicious, cresting wave of pleasure. His eyes were wide with terror, the desperate pleas muffled by the panties in his mouth. And just as I felt myself about to peak, I let go, my muscles clenching around him in a vice-like grip.”
Lizzie’s eyes widened, her heart racing as Ariel continued. “My whole body convulsed, and I came hard, the most intense orgasm of my life. His eyes rolled back, and I knew he was experiencing something he never had before, something so overwhelming that it bordered on pain.”
Ariel’s hand slid up her thigh, her fingertips tracing the fabric of her shorts. “And just like that, his bucking stopped. His whole body went limp, his cock still trapped inside me, pulsing with the aftermath of his ruined climax.” She let out a contented sigh, her hips still moving in the remembered rhythm. “It was like watching a balloon slowly lose air, all the bravado and arrogance draining out of him.”
Lizzie’s eyes were wide as saucers, her hand frozen mid-sip. “So, how did it end?” she managed to ask, her voice a little shakier than before.
Ariel’s grin didn’t falter. “How do you think it ended?” she teased, her hips still moving in that tantalizing rhythm. “He lay there, tied up and spent, while I just sat on him, basking in the afterglow of my victory.” She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. “I finally climbed off, his cum dripping down my thighs, and untied him. He was so drained, he couldn’t even move. Just laid there like a used rag doll.”
The blond leaned back into the chair she’d been sitting in earlier, a self-satisfied smirk playing on her lips. “He left in a hurry, of course. No calls, no texts. Typical of the breed.”
Lizzie swallowed hard, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. “What’s next for you, Ariel? Are you going to find someone else to… to do that to?”
Ariel’s smile grew even wider. “Oh, I already have,” she said, her voice a low purr. “His name is Brad. Another one of those cocky jocks who thinks the world revolves around his dick. But I’ve got a new twist for this one. I want you to be my wing-woman.”
Lizzie’s eyes went as round as saucers. “Me?” she squeaked, her hand shaking slightly.
Ariel’s smile grew more wicked by the second. “Yes, you,” she said, her eyes glinting with excitement. “You’re going to help me set him up. And then, once he’s good and ready, I’ll do the ruining, and you can mount him for the Bronco Ride while I slide forward onto his face and feed him his own cum.”
