Winnie's First Ride

 Winnie never rode the mechanical bull until tonight. It didn't matter that she came alone because she had plenty of people to cheer her on. The Blind Horse Saloon was more crowded than usual. It was two hours away from where she lived but definitely worth it. A loud birthday party with obnoxious drunk people went on in the corner of the huge room. Waitresses weaved in out of the crowd while men in large hats starred at their supple young asses as they whizzed by.   The Blind Horse was famous for its two bars serving amazing local brews, and homemade pretzels. The house band was exceptional tonight making it impossible to get on the dance floor without doing some serious grinding with a total stranger. 

Winnie somehow managed to get past all of that and make her way to the bouncing big tits and massive thighs that clung tightly to the bull. She silently prayed the bitch would fall off.
When she finally did, the crowd groaned and Winnie laughed. She was never the girl on the bull and this irritated her to no end. 

"What am I afraid of?"  

The crowd of drunks around the bull begin to push and shove spilling beer all over themselves trying to decide who would go next.......then out of the blue Winnie found herself shouting out in almost a loud shriek, '"I will!" 

" What the fuck? Did I just say that out loud?!" Winnie held both hands over her mouth but it was too late. The drunk men drooled all over her and slurred their approval. She looked out of place in her real estate coat and took it off and placed it on a sticky table. 

" Get on up there, girl" An older man with blotchy skin and a crap excuse of a beard motioned her. No one was really in charge. At least she didn't think so. 

The bull made her spread her legs further than she anticipated and she slid off on the first try. The group of young girls that had already gone laughed at her, especially the fat bitch wearing shorts that were two sizes too small for her. 
Winnie ignored them and re- mounted  the bull like it was a king size cock waiting to pleasure her. 
Winnie rode it hard , Brazilian style, squeezing her thighs hard enough to choke a sailor on shore leave. As she relaxed more her free hand fluttered like a flag in the wind.
 The dive nearly ground her but she quickly learned to dig her heels in like the cock boss she was becoming. The crowd was becoming a blur of faces  and their voices echoed in unison.  "Ride it .......ride it..... ride it hard!" 
She thought she saw a man by the sticky table where she left her coat, but after she swirled around again he was gone. That brief moment caught her off guard and she was  instantly thrown to the mat below.

Winnie didn't have any trouble making friends after her ride. Several men offered her a drink and the skinny bitches in the front gave her a thumbs up and raised their glasses. She had done well and allowed herself to feel the immense pleasure building up inside herself. 
On her third drink, she knew she had enough and ate the giant , salty, pretzel the man with the ruddy complexion bought for her. " You surprised us girl, put us old bastards to shame...." He offered her more beer but she waved it away. " I surprised myself", she spit out between a mouthful of pretzel, " I didn't think I had it in me". The little girl in her blushed and put her hands between her thighs and interlocked them. She leaned forward, giggled, then stood up. 

"It's a long ride back to Charlotte, Gentlemen......and ladies"  she added, acknowledging the one women who sat at the table. They all looked surprised. She guessed they all took her for a Greenville girl.

Winnie's three inch boot heels made a clopping sound as she made her way through the parking lot. She wished she would have waited and circled the car around one more time before parking down a side street. It was one in the morning, but the heat of the day still lingered on the sidewalks. She hadn't realized she left her suit jacket behind until she reached the car.  

"Oh fuck......" she mumbled and threw her purse on the floor of the car. She shoved the car keys into her front pocket and clopped on back down the side walk loud enough to wake a sleeping dog who appeared from behind a curtain in a motel she passed. He barked twice then disappeared.  

" Shit......." Winnie  paused in her step then resumed in an exaggerated tip toe. 

A man chuckled as she passed behind the saloon. At least she thought it was a man.....it could had been a woman. The was so much noise coming from the building and every once in awhile an intoxicated person would fall out the back door shouting and laughing nonsense then go back in. The Blind Horse was known for it's corybantic behavior and on more than one occasion some drunk fucker would fire a gun inside. Winnie knew she should have had an escort. 

" Hello Winnie Barter"  A strange, slender man said from under the delivery awning.

" You've never rode before tonight....what made you ride tonight?"

Winnie face crumpled up into an inquisitive frown. He appeared to be holding her suit jacket. He saw her looking down at it and bit his lip then smiled like Satan had just pleasured himself.

" Oh, I thought I'd save you the trouble..."  He patted the coat that was folded neatly on his arm.

" Would you like it?" 

"What the fuck?" Winnie thought  as she slowly walked towards him with an out stretched arm.  The strange man took a step back then smiled again. 

"No, no, no," he scolded her with a waging finger, " ...not until you tell me what made you ride tonight." 

Winnie would have been more frightened but she was still reeling with pleasure and satisfaction. She studied his face. It was a mix of mountains and valleys, a weaving river, and a blue sky.  " Where did you get that scar?" Winnie suddenly asked. 
He lifted his eyebrows in surprise, then chuckled.  " You first. Why did you ride tonight?" 
He took another step back, then another.......into the dark.

" Give me my coat!" She shouted. 

He disappeared behind a delivery truck. " Why did you ride tonight Winnie Barter?" 
His voice echoed,  then whispered..........

" Did it feel good between your legs? Did you feel it rubbing against your snatch?"

" Did this asshole really think I was going to follow him?!" Winnie shook her head in disgust.

Suddenly he appeared before her, then quickly swung around with his hand wrapped tightly around her throat and held her close. " Did it get you wet?" 

He was stronger than she had anticipated...much stronger! 
  
She could feel his erection as he pressed harder and harder against her, repeatedly slamming her into him.

 "Was it like this?" He shouted in her ear in panting shrieks. 

She could feel him fumbling with his zipper with his freed hand, but every attempt she made to slide away from him resulted in his other arm tightening around her. 
He reached around and unbuttoned her slacks and pulled on them until they dropped below her knees. Winnie gasp for air, then tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she whimpered from behind the delivery truck.

He sank deep and hard into her, thrusting with spit, sweat, and anger. 

"Why did you ride tonight Winnie Barter, why?...."   
"Thrust" "Thrust" faster and faster............   He came inside her with a huge gasp, then Winnie dropped and crumbled to the concrete ground and whimpered. 

Winnie thought it was over but he pulled out a shiny blade and held it against her tear stained cheek. 
"I had too, I had too!" Winnie heard herself say. 

It became very quiet for a moment. The music and the crowd could be heard as it undulated through the parking lot.
  
" I had too because it mocked me." " It always sat there mocking me. I had to tame the beast. " 

He let go for a moment as if he could no longer hold on, then Winnie collapsed in a heap, groaned and rolled on her side quietly sobbing. When she looked up, he was gone.
Her suit jacket sat nearby all folded and neat. 


Winnie had become obsessed with the news after her incident. She often fingered herself in her sleep while dreaming about this shadow man with the weathered, scarred skin and the crooked smile.....what a sick fuck she had become!

She scanned the Internet and papers for news of other incidents hoping she could learn his name, and write it on her steamy bathroom mirror, like a wet, teenager in love. 
But, he slipped quietly through the months like a coyote on a dark, desert plane. 

She wondered if he was getting any pussy.........

Winnie grew restless and horny. The nice men on her street corner bar bored her.
The dildo, shampoo bottles, cucumbers and ice, were an embarrassment!

The bull at The Blind Horse Salon laid damp and steamy in her mind and she knew where she would soon be. She had to be!
He would come. He would watch in some hidden, dark corner,  with raspy breath and dripping in sweet sweat.

He would come and he would wait and Winnie would ride once more!