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Authors: Normandie Alleman
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rodeo clowns approached Stranger Danger waving their long, colorful scarves in his face while the bull rider hopped up and climbed over the wall to safety. The consummate professional, Stranger Danger ignored the rodeo clowns, turned and trotted through the open path back to the holding pens.
“Did you see the balls on that animal?” Charmaine whispered, nudging Carmen. She looked to see that they were enormous, and stifled a giggle. Leave it to Charmaine to point that out.
The next rider came out wearing a cowboy hat, reddish-tan chaps, and a blue shirt that showed his muscular physique underneath. “Now that’s more like it,” Charmaine said.
“Have you ever dated a bull rider?” Carmen asked her.
Charmaine nodded. “They work out too much. If they’re any good, they don’t have time for fun. Hot to look at though.”
The handsome rider in the blue shirt was one of the few to stay aboard the bull for eight seconds and wound up with the highest score of the evening.
After the rodeo, the girls headed over to Billy Bob’s for some barbecue. They sat around a table eating ribs, drinking beer, and telling stories.
“So how did you and Natron meet?” Charmaine asked.
Carmen told the girls the story of meeting Natron at her art opening and then painting his portrait.
“Oh, you paint portraits? I’m sure Mason would love to have a portrait painted of me,” Nellie said.
“Really?” Carmen said, feeling uncomfortable with being put on the spot.
Nellie nodded and Carmen was thrilled when Sloane changed the subject. “So what kind of daddy is Natron?” she asked.
This caught Carmen off guard. “I’m not sure what you mean,” she responded.
“Like is he into punishment? Does he make you stand in the corner or is he into more pain or humiliation stuff, what?”
“Oh, games. He likes to play games,” Carmen said.
“Oh, I love this guy,” Charmaine clapped her hands. “What kind of games?”
“Like the first time we were together we played ‘Everything But…’ where we did everything but have sex, I mean intercourse.” She snickered. “It didn’t really work out that way, but that was the goal anyway.”
The girls laughed.
“So what’s your favorite thing about having a daddy and being his little girl?” Carmen asked them.
“My daddy keeping me in line. I wouldn’t be where I am if he weren’t so strict with me,” Lucinda said.
“I don’t have one right now, but I love when they make you get on your knees and worship their cock,” Sloane said with a dreamy smile.
“I don’t have one either, but when I did, I loved when he tied me up, pulled my pigtails, and rode me hard while he smacked my ass,” Charmaine said. “Mmm.”
“That is hot,” Carmen said.
“Okay, I have something that Charles did the other night that was super hot,” Kimberly said.
“Oh good. It’s been so long for me I have to live vicariously through y’all,” Sloane groaned, leaning in so she wouldn’t miss a detail.
“Well, I was sleeping, dreaming actually, and I felt this body press up against mine from behind. This hard cock poking me in the small of my back, against my ass. Then he pulled my nightgown up and pulled my legs apart. I sleep on my stomach and usually without underwear so he already had easy access, but I was totally asleep.
“I was dreaming about Russian spies or something; I was a spy, and there was some sort of espionage going on. I almost thought, as I woke up a little, that the person behind me about to fuck me was a spy and I had to go along with it or I would blow my cover. That made it super hot. I started wiggling my ass, moaning a little, encouraging him. He spread me wide and entered me. I swear I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready for it, and it was amazing because I was halfway in my dream world and halfway in the real world—in bed with my fiancé.
Then he fucked me so hard, so relentlessly. It was super hot not only because it felt so damned good, but
“Did you see the balls on that animal?” Charmaine whispered, nudging Carmen. She looked to see that they were enormous, and stifled a giggle. Leave it to Charmaine to point that out.
The next rider came out wearing a cowboy hat, reddish-tan chaps, and a blue shirt that showed his muscular physique underneath. “Now that’s more like it,” Charmaine said.
“Have you ever dated a bull rider?” Carmen asked her.
Charmaine nodded. “They work out too much. If they’re any good, they don’t have time for fun. Hot to look at though.”
The handsome rider in the blue shirt was one of the few to stay aboard the bull for eight seconds and wound up with the highest score of the evening.
After the rodeo, the girls headed over to Billy Bob’s for some barbecue. They sat around a table eating ribs, drinking beer, and telling stories.
“So how did you and Natron meet?” Charmaine asked.
Carmen told the girls the story of meeting Natron at her art opening and then painting his portrait.
“Oh, you paint portraits? I’m sure Mason would love to have a portrait painted of me,” Nellie said.
“Really?” Carmen said, feeling uncomfortable with being put on the spot.
Nellie nodded and Carmen was thrilled when Sloane changed the subject. “So what kind of daddy is Natron?” she asked.
This caught Carmen off guard. “I’m not sure what you mean,” she responded.
“Like is he into punishment? Does he make you stand in the corner or is he into more pain or humiliation stuff, what?”
“Oh, games. He likes to play games,” Carmen said.
“Oh, I love this guy,” Charmaine clapped her hands. “What kind of games?”
“Like the first time we were together we played ‘Everything But…’ where we did everything but have sex, I mean intercourse.” She snickered. “It didn’t really work out that way, but that was the goal anyway.”
The girls laughed.
“So what’s your favorite thing about having a daddy and being his little girl?” Carmen asked them.
“My daddy keeping me in line. I wouldn’t be where I am if he weren’t so strict with me,” Lucinda said.
“I don’t have one right now, but I love when they make you get on your knees and worship their cock,” Sloane said with a dreamy smile.
“I don’t have one either, but when I did, I loved when he tied me up, pulled my pigtails, and rode me hard while he smacked my ass,” Charmaine said. “Mmm.”
“That is hot,” Carmen said.
“Okay, I have something that Charles did the other night that was super hot,” Kimberly said.
“Oh good. It’s been so long for me I have to live vicariously through y’all,” Sloane groaned, leaning in so she wouldn’t miss a detail.
“Well, I was sleeping, dreaming actually, and I felt this body press up against mine from behind. This hard cock poking me in the small of my back, against my ass. Then he pulled my nightgown up and pulled my legs apart. I sleep on my stomach and usually without underwear so he already had easy access, but I was totally asleep.
“I was dreaming about Russian spies or something; I was a spy, and there was some sort of espionage going on. I almost thought, as I woke up a little, that the person behind me about to fuck me was a spy and I had to go along with it or I would blow my cover. That made it super hot. I started wiggling my ass, moaning a little, encouraging him. He spread me wide and entered me. I swear I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready for it, and it was amazing because I was halfway in my dream world and halfway in the real world—in bed with my fiancé.
Then he fucked me so hard, so relentlessly. It was super hot not only because it felt so damned good, but
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