The sun was hot on my bare skin and suddenly my horse changed directions. It walked along until I saw a few other riders in the far distance and I was now headed toward them. When I arrived, I learned there was a water tank for the horses. As our steeds drank, the women chatted. I asked, “Is anyone here from Pennsylvania?” One woman indicated that yes, she was.
I was a little shocked to notice that almost all of these women wore the ranch collar and had the marking on the chest above their breasts. “So a lot of you work here on the ranch all the time? And why are your chests marked?” I asked.
One woman acted as the spokesperson for the group. “Yes, if we have the farm collar and our chest markings, we work here. It pleases us to experience this bareback ride once in a while during our free time. If the horse moves just right, our pussies can get rubbed into an orgasm or two. The marking on our chests is a native dye that lasts a very long time. Native women were marked with it to show they were property of a man in the tribe. One woman has the record for her original marking having lasted for years. But we get ours renewed when we want it to look sharp and fresh.”
There was a sound in the distance and the horses perked up and started walking in the same direction. “Ah, that’s the summoning call, so the ride is almost over. Horses tend to speed up as they near home, so this is the best time to try to cum. I suggest you tilt your pelvis forward to let your clit feel the movement,” she advised me.
Our progress was a slow saunter at first. But, as the farm came into view, the horses picked up a bit more speed, so I tilted my pelvis as I’d been told. The bouncing motion did indeed start to excite me, causing me to get wet. At one point the shifting spine of the horse jostled my now swollen clit, and I shrieked as the orgasm crashed through my body! My heart was still pounding like mad and I was hyperventilating as the horses got in a line and stood, waiting. Helpers released our zip ties, wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, allowing us to slip carefully off the horses as a helper caught and steadied us. I’m glad they did, because I was still vibrating in orgasmic aftershocks as I stood on wobbly legs. I noticed many of the women to be walking a bit funny as they moved away. What an interesting job ‘perk’! I returned to my room exhausted, cleaning myself up as I re-hydrated. After supper, I crawled into my bed, because the next day I’d be heading home.
The next morning, my last at the ranch, I was summoned to the main office. “I hope you enjoyed your stay with us. Take this paper to building 3,” Ms. Henshaw told me. As I entered building 3, it somehow reminded me of a doctor’s office. I handed the paper over to the worker who was acting as the receptionist. She looked it over, and led me into the back area where there were several lounges. As I climbed onto one of them, she secured my hands and feet and left me there without a word.
After a short time a woman worker approached, pushing a small cart. She sat next to me, gently and carefully washing the area above my breasts. After that, she placed a paper template on my chest, securing it with tape. She put on an apron and a full face shield before starting to mix some powder in a bowl.