Ride by Orca


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Mar 17, 2010
All credit goes to "Orca"

Ride by Orca

I met Grace while I was mountain biking on Mount Tam. We'd both arrived at the

top of the hill around sunset and I was taken with her from the first time I saw

her. She was taller than I was with broad shoulders and a body that was to die

for. Her long, flowing red hair framed her beautiful face in a way that would

have made most models cry.

I was trying to think of a way to introduce myself to her when she came over to

me. "Nice tattoo," she said, pointing to the one on my left arm. That was all it


Once the ice had been broken, we spent the next half an hour talking and

watching the sun set. I hadn't come out here to scope women today, but things

seemed to be working out well with her. Just before we took off for the bottom

of the hill, she gave me her number and told me to call her.

The following week, I did just that. We both had pretty busy schedules, so

meeting during the week wasn't possible. She suggested that we go on a mountain

bike ride in Santa Cruz on Sunday morning. Sounded great to me. From that time

on, I had visions of her amazing body riding beside me while we went up and down

the Santa Cruz mountains.

When Sunday morning came, I called her and asked where she wanted to meet. She

told me to ride over to her place and that she would drive. She didn't live far,

so it didn't take me long to get there. When I did, she told me that she wanted

to get some coffee and a Danish before we took off.

The coffee that she got came in the Marsha Clark Super-size that would have

powered an Amtrack train from here to Salt Lake City. Not only did she have a

Danish with it, but an apple and a banana, too.

We got onto the road and took off for Santa Cruz. On the way down, we talked

about our respective biking experiences. She had taken off on a trip down to

South America, riding through Columbia and Argentina by herself. I was suitably

impressed, but was no slouch, either. After all, I had ridden the Marin

Headlands and Mount Tam a number of times, as well as some of the hills in Lake

Tahoe. I thought we would be pretty evenly matched.

When we got to the trailhead in Santa Cruz, she parked the car and we got ready

for the ride. She looked so hot in her riding shorts, tights, sport top, and

short, clip-on riding shoes. She also had a light backpack with her, which I

assumed held some water, a few snacks, and a towel, as mine did.

I was just about ready to take off when she came up to me. "This trail goes

straight to the top of this mountain. It's about five miles long, and there are

no turn-offs."

"Sounds good," I replied.

"Want to make a bet on who gets there first?"

"What do I win," I asked.

"Let's make it interesting. Loser is the slave to the winner for the rest of

the day."

Sounded great to me. "You'll do anything I say, huh?"

She nodded. "And you'll do whatever I say."

"You'll have to beat me to the top, first," I said, turning my bike to the

beginning of the climb.

"See you there," she said.

The first few legs of the trip were no sweat. The incline wasn't nearly as

steep as I had expected, so I was flying up the hill. From the beginning, Grace

was behind me and she kept getting further and further back. At one point in

time, I was on a straight section about a hundred yards long and when I turned

off of it, she was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't wait to see her on her knees

in front of me after I had won the bet.

Not long after the straightaway, the incline of the hill took a nasty increase.

I was switching into my lower gears to compensate, but it was tough. I focused

on my breathing and gave it my all.

A few minutes after beginning this grueling new angle, I heard someone behind

me and was astonished to see Grace about fifty feet behind me and gaining fast.

I leaned into the bike and gave it everything I had so that I could put some

distance between us. Gears changed, muscles strained, and sweat poured off of my


About a minute later, I turned to look behind me, but never got to look beyond

my rear wheel. She was right on top of me and pulling away. I tried to summon

more energy from my legs, but I was running at maximum. "See you at the top,

slave-boy," she said with a smirk as she passed me.

She pulled way faster than I would have thought possible. Apparently, her South

American ride had prepared her well for hills like this one. All I could hope

for is that her energy would fail her sometime before the top of the hill, which

we were three-quarters of the way up.

I continued to pour myself into the ride, but she continued to pull away, until

I could no longer see her. By the time I got to the top, she had her helmet off,

her water out, and her feet stretched out in front of her. "Took you long

enough," she said. "I hope you're ready to serve me."

"Can I at least get some water first?"

"Sure. You're going to need it. But first, take off all of your clothes."

So this was losing? A gorgeous girl orders me to strip while she watches me?

And I had thought losing was supposed to be bad.

I removed my shorts and shirt first, throwing them into a heap a few feet away.

Next came the riding shoes and socks. When I was naked, I got out my water

bottle and took some long slugs. While I drank, Grace came over to me with her

backpack in hand.

"That's enough. Put it down and then put your hands behind your back."

"You're not going to hurt me, are you," I said, placing the bottle on the


"Shut up. You speak when I tell you to." I felt her put the cuffs on my hands,

closing them tightly around my wrists. When she was done with that, she cuffed

my ankles together. "Now, slave, you will do exactly as you're told, or else you

will suffer. Do you understand?"

"Sure, but what--" she cut me off with the back of her hand, which sent me

reeling to the ground. She leaped on me and sat on my chest.

"I told you! You speak only when I tell you to!" A strong slap across the face

reinforced the point. "Now, you weak pathetic male, you will serve me, just as

you should."

She stood up over me and put her right foot on my chest. The toe of her shoe

traced a path from my upper chest to my lips. "Kiss it."

"This isn't what I was--" my sentence was halted by her foot kicking me in the

balls, hard enough to make me nearly pass out. Once again, she swooped down on

to me, this time with her face a few inches from mine, and her hand wrenching my


"You will learn," she growled.

I screamed as she crushed my testicles in her grip. Her other hand covered my

mouth while she continued to inflict agony on me. All at once, she stood up and

got in front of me. The last thing I remember seeing at that point was the heel

of her foot as it came down onto my balls. After that, I blacked out.

There was something wet in my face when I came to. As my eyes regained their

focus, I made out Grace's form over top of me. She was squirting a water bottle

into my face, and saying "Wake up!"

When I was fully conscious, she threw the bottle aside and put her foot back

into my face. "Now, kiss it."

Without hesitation, I put my lips to the toe of her riding shoe. "Again. Keep

doing it until I tell you to stop."

I couldn't believe that I was doing this but couldn't handle the overwhelming

pain of another attack on my crotch. My lips worked around the tip of her shoe,

and under the sole, as she ran it over my mouth.

"Very good, slave. You're beginning to learn your place." She sat on the ground

next to me and took off her shoes. Resting on her hands and lifting her butt off

of the ground and onto my stomach, she placed her tights-covered feet in my

face. Her damp, musky soles covered my mouth and nose. She rubbed my nose in

them while telling me, "Sniff them. Put your nose between my toes and smell

them. I want to hear you inhale from here."

My nose found the groove between her toes and sole and dutifully inserted

itself. I took deep breaths, each time taking in more and more of her smelly

tights. She continued to rub each of her soles over my nostrils, but slower this

time, making sure that I got a good sample of the scent.

"Do you like the way they smell, slave?" I murmured through the nylon that I

did. "I hope so. This is the third ride that I've worn these on. They should be

nice and foul for you."

After a while, she shifted her weight higher up onto my chest and placed her

soles against my mouth. "Now clean them, wimp. I want to feel your tongue all

over the bottom of my feet and toes, sucking these tights nice and clean."

My tongue moved with a mind of its own, leaping out of my mouth and against the

dark fabric in front of my face. I could taste the leather of her riding shoe as

I lapped eagerly at both of her feet. She pried her toes into my mouth and I did

my best to suck and caress each of them with my lips and tongue.

When Grace was satisfied with my foot cleaning, she stood up over me with her

feet on either side of my head. She took off her bike shorts and top, leaving

only her tights on. I found myself staring straight up into her crotch. Even

with her tights on, I could see that she had a thick bush. There was also a dark

spot around the area of her crotch, which fanned out from between her pussy lips

and spread to the top of her thighs. I could even make out some white juice at

the center of the spot.

"Now, my little captive," she said as she squatted down onto my face, "you will

assume another of your rightful places." And with that, I was totally engulfed

in her crotch.

Her smell was strong and her already flowing juices smeared against my nose and

mouth as she wiped her pussy from side to side across my face. One of her hands

grabbed me by the hair and held my face tightly against her cunt.

"I want you to know all of my smells, slave. Now sniff my pussy like the little

lapdog that you are."

There was little else I could do. She had me smothered between her legs, and

there was no other air to breath than that which came from her cleft. As I had

done with her feet, I inhaled deeply, becoming more and more familiar with her

particular scent. With each breath I took, more and more of her juice leaked out

of her and onto my upper lip. Soon, there was a steady trickle of it running

down my cheek.

"Do you smell that, slave? That's the smell of superiority. That's the smell of

supremacy. Smells good, doesn't it?"

I moaned in agreement. It did smell good. In fact, it smelled better than good

-- it smelled fantastic.

"Do you feel my juices on your face, boy? I want to feel that slave tongue of

yours licking them off of my crotch. Clean me good, boy!"

She lifted up slightly, but kept her grip on my hair. My tongue had enough room

make its way out and against the soaked cotton crotch of her tights. I eagerly

licked her slimy goo from between her legs, swallowing load after load of it as

quickly as I could. Her pussy contracted with each lap I took, and each

contraction caused more of her juice to seep into her crotch. I could see that

this was going to be quite a challenge.

Grace had started to hump herself against my face when she suddenly stopped and

stood up. "You're doing well, slaveboy. Let's hope you can keep up the good

work. Just remember, " she said as she stomped on my balls again, "what happens

if you don't."

I wreathed in agony on the ground while she peeled her tights off. She then

took them and smeared them all over my face and body. "Yeah, when I'm done with

you, boy, you'll smell just like me. Anyone downwind of you will know what you

did today."

She threw the tights in the pile with her other clothes, and resumed her

face-straddling stance over me. Lowering herself, she said to me, "Time to make

momma cum. And when I do, you will lick me clean, boy!"

Her sopping cunt parked itself squarely on my waiting mouth. Once again, my

head was held captive by her hand and thighs while my tongue worked to please

her. I could now see her pussy pulsing with each stroke of my tongue, and I

could also see her juices flow out of her. She put out more cunt cream than any

other woman I had ever gone down on. Grace didn't get wet--she gushed.

Trying to keep up with the output of her dripping slot gave me a natural rhythm

to follow, and soon, Grace was humping herself against my face and shouting

things like, "Yeah, boy, suck that pussy," and "Suck it, bitch. That's right,

suck it real good, now!"

Every few strokes, I would also take a shot at her clit, which was a good

half-inch long and about three-quarters of an inch around. It poked out of her

like a tiny cock that demanded my attention. Whenever I would jab at it, she

would grunt and shove herself down on my face even harder. Never in my life had

my face been ridden like this.

She got more and more soaked as she got closer to cumming, and when she finally

did cum , it was something I will never forget. All at once, she clamped the

sides of my head between her legs, mashed her cunt down onto my face, and said,

"Here it comes boy! Now you suck it all up!"

Just then, she groaned loudly and her first spasm let loose with a flood that

washed over my face and into my nostrils, causing me to cough and gasp for air.

I did my best to lick up all of her juices while doing my best to breathe. Her

second contraction let loose just as much cum as her first did, and again, my

face was soaked with her cum.

Right before her third spasm, she told me to, "Put your mouth on my cunt. I'm

going to cum in your mouth."

I did as I was told, and a moment later, a jet of her cum shot out and filled

my mouth with her cream. "Swallow," she barked. I swallowed her load and

instinctively opened my mouth again. "That's right, boy, here comes another

one!" Again, she filled my mouth, and again, I swallowed.

She lifted off of my face for the fifth spurt, once again shooting her juices

all over my face while screaming, "Yeah! That's what a boy's face should look

like! Feel good, bitch? Suck me some more--clean me up!"

Her pussy dropped onto my face and I lapped and sucked up all of the come and

juice from around her lips. But, just as when she had her tights on, the more I

licked, the more soaked she got.

While I did my best to satisfy her hungry hole, she reached back and squeezed

my rock-hard cock. "Yeah, you like this, don't ya', boy? I've got something else

for you."

Her pussy made a wet, sucking sound as it left my face. Sweet air filled my

nostrils for the first time in what felt like forever. Before I could regain my

senses, she had impaled herself on my raging hard-on, and was riding it just as

intently as she had my face. With her oozing slit clamped around me, I knew that

I would not last long.

I pumped up into her as best I could, but with my hands and feet bound, there

was little I could really do. She was in full control, determining how hard and

fast she took each stroke. I was little more than the base of the toy that was

pleasing her at the moment. Each time she came down on my cock, a deep grunt

left her lips.

After several minutes, she threw her hands down on either side of my head and

put her face to mine. "Feel good, pussy boy? I'll bet it does. Cum for me now!"

With that, she began to frantically hump herself against my cock, which was

preparing to explode at any second. "I said NOW!" And as she came down on that

thrust, I came. My jism shot out of me harder than it had in recent memory, and

I swear that I came more than I ever had.

As I laid there, exhausted from all of this vigorous activity, Grace got up off

of my chest and again straddled my face. "Time to clean me, boy! Suck me nice

and clean."

My tongue slid across her pussy lips and tasted the mix of her juices and mine.

I had never tasted my own cum, or any other man's for that matter, and the fact

that I was eating it out of her only served to make me feel more humiliated and

subjugated. Still, I sucked and sucked until there was no trace of my jizz in


Satisfied, she rolled off of my face and stood up. Looking down at me, she

said, "So far, you've been a good boy, but you have a long way to go. I'm not

nearly done with you yet."

She walked over to her backpack, and I tried to think of what she could

possibly do next. My question was answered when I saw her pull a huge, strap-on

dildo and tube of lubricant out of the bag.

"Yeah, boy, I'm gonna ride you like a little bitch, " she said menacingly as

she stepped into the straps and secured the snaps into place. "Gonna be my good

little cunt, boy?"

"Please don't do this," I begged. "Please!"

She knelt down next to me and flipped me onto my stomach. "You have to learn

your place, boy, which is wherever a woman wants you! And right now, I want you

under me with my cock in you."

I wriggled helplessly as she lubed up my hole with her fingers, laughing as I

groaned against each invasion. "This is nothing, cunt. Wait 'till you feel me

inside you. I'm gonna make you scream." I could hear her lubing up her cock, and

I knew that she would take me at any time.

She slipped off of me and pulled me up by the waist. "Get back here, bitch.

Hips up, face down in the grass, where it should be." I struggled and got myself

into the position that she wanted. "Yeah, that's it. I want to see that little

pussy up close."

The tip of her cock pressed up against the tight ring of my asshole, and I

steeled myself for the impending violation. "This is gonna hurt, boy," she said


Her hand cupped over my mouth and clamped down tightly. My brain exploded as

she shoved the entire length of her cock into me at once. Even muffled as it

was, I was sure that my scream must have carried at least a hundred yards. When

she was buried all the way inside of me, she leaned over and whispered into my

ear, "Was that good for you, too?"

Tears streamed down my face as I felt the cock being withdrawn from my ass. Her

second stroke was just as hard as the first, and again, I screamed out. The

third was much the same, as was the fourth. It wasn't until the fifth or sixth

thrust that I began to quiet down and accept her demanding penetrations.

She took her hand off of my mouth and said, "Good, little bitch. Now I want to

hear you moan while I give it to you." She grabbed me by the hips and shoved

herself into me again and again and again With each thrust, I moaned louder and

louder. She was taking me again and again, forcing me to give myself to her and

there was nothing I could do about it. I was being completely subjugated by her

and used for her pleasure. At some point, I totally gave in and stopped

resisting. After that, I met each of her thrusts by thrusting back against her

and taking her cock the way that so many girls had taken mine.

She rode on and on, reaming my hole with a vigor that was unmatched by any man

I had ever seen in a porn video. She moaned and grunted as she rode, and her

sounds intimated that she was intensely enjoying her ride. Her rhythm changed

periodically, and after several changes, she began to pick up speed. It felt

like she was riding me to her own orgasm. A few seconds later, she buried

herself inside of me and screamed at the top of her lungs. She kept her cock

inside of me while she collapsed on top of my back, sweaty and exhausted.

She got up a few moments later, slowly pulling her well-used cock out of me.

"That was so good," she said, removing the dildo from her. She came over to me

and rolled me over onto my back. "Time to clean me up again, boy." She squatted

down over my face, and as she did, I could see the glistening juices of her

orgasm. Again, I sucked and licked her until the thicker of her two juices was

cleaned away from her hole and lips.

Just as I finished, she grabbed me by the hair and looked down at me. "Now it's

time for your final submission. Remember that coffee this morning? Well, between

that and the water I had on the ride up, I have to piss quite a bit. And you're

going to be my toilet, aren't you, boy?"

"Yes. I'll do whatever you want."

"I know you will. First, though, I'm going to piss all over you and your pile

of clothes. I want everyone to be able to smell what you did for me up here.

When I'm done with that, I'm going to come over here and use your mouth as my

own private toilet. Understand?"


"Good boy." She stood up a bit, in a half-crouch over top of me. A few drops of

her piss began to trickle out of her and run down my chest. Then, all at once, a

torrent of her urine shot out of her and all over my face. I opened my mouth and

took some inside, swallowing it as I did. The stream of piss moved down my body,

soaking my chest and legs, then moved back up again before stopping.

Grace then got up and walked over to my clothes. Then, as she smirked at me,

she began to piss again, this time all over my shorts, shirt, socks, and shoes.

She even pissed on my backpack and bike. When she was done, she came back over

and squatted over my face.

"There, now that I've marked you as my property, I want you to drink from me."

She pushed her pussy over my mouth and I locked my lips around her piss hole.

This time, a steady stream of piss filled my mouth with her golden juice. It was

bitter and salty, and I nearly wretched from gulping it all down. I did manage

to catch all of her load, though, without even so much as a drop leaking out.

When the flow stopped, I licked the last of the drops from her lips, so that she

was nice and clean.

"Good little slave! Now, there is one last task I require of you. It will prove

your total submission to me." She turned around and put her ass in my face, so

that her asshole was directly over my mouth. "Suck it, boy."

I licked around the ring of her tight hole before sticking my tongue in. When

my tongue was about halfway into her, I felt something firm against it and it

was sliding toward my mouth. All at once, I realized that she was going to shit

in my mouth.

I struggled and bucked in defiance, but her hand came swiftly down on my balls

and the agony of her crushing grip was once again upon me. It only took a few

seconds for me to stop struggling and accept my fate. She was absolutely right:

this was total submission.

I stuck my tongue back into her hole and felt the lump of shit getting very

close to the opening. It continued to slide back until it pushed my tongue out

and started to protrude from her asshole. I opened my mouth and prepared to take

my first taste of shit.

Her turd was thick and I had to stretch my mouth to get it all the way in. When

there was about three inches of it in my mouth, it stopped coming back. "Bite

it," she said. I overcame my weak stomach and bit into the thick log, its foul

taste coating my tastebuds. I bit all the way through it and closed my mouth

around it.

"Now eat it, toilet slave!"

My stomach wretched and threatened to revolt as I began to chew up her chunky

turd. With each grinding chew, I fought back the urge to vomit. Instead, I

swallowed as much as I could, as quickly as I could. But even after that piece

was gone, the horrible taste of her excrement lingered on my tongue and

shit-caked teeth.

"Open wide, boy! Here's some more!"

I opened my mouth again to receive a second taste. The next half of the first

turd slithered out first, plopping into my mouth and resting against the back of

my throat. Just behind it, another sizable log was making its way out and

filling the space left in my mouth. I struggled a little bit to let her know I

was running out of room to take her shit, but she only shoved her hole down

harder against my mouth and said, "I know, boy. I'm filling your mouth to the

top. You bite it of when you're there."

As her turd came closer to closing the gap near my teeth, I bit into it and

shut my mouth. Grace got off of me and walked over to my clothes and backpack.

"Since you can't take it all now, I'll just send you home with some, Fair

enough?" She squatted down over my folded shirt and I watched helplessly as she

shit all over it and my pants. After doing that, she went over to my backpack

and dropped two logs in there, as well. When she had emptied herself, she picked

up my riding shoes and smeared the shit all over my shirt and shorts with them.

Then she picked up my shirt and wiped my bike down with it, leaving heavy

streaks of her filthy waste all over the frame. "Sucks to lose, doesn't it," she

said as she dropped the shirt and reached into her bag.

She pulled out a roll of duct tape and came back over to me. Ripping off a six

or seven inch piece, she covered my mouth with it. Three more strips were added

to it and my mouth was sealed shut. When she was done, she rolled me over onto

my stomach again and put her dildo back on.

"I've always wanted to do this," she said as she mounted me. "Now, little boy,

you will eat all of the gift that's in your mouth while I fuck you. And think

about where you are and what's happening to you while you do it." And with that,

she once again buried her cock inside of me with a single stroke. Again, I

screamed out, but with my mouth filled and taped shut, there was almost no


While she rode harder and harder, I chewed and swallowed more and more. The

gagging wasn't as sever this time, as my mind was growing more accustomed to

eating what I would normally flush. I began to think about what had happened

here today, and the fact that this woman had so totally dominated, humiliated,

and subjugated me as no one had ever done before. And yet, the entire experience

was so exciting that I hoped she would do it again and again.

Such were my thoughts when I felt her pace pick up to the familiar rhythm that

heralded the arrival of her orgasm. As she had before, she thrust herself deep

into me when she screamed in ecstasy. This time, though, she quickly pulled her

cock out of me, flipped me over onto my back, and ripped the tape off of my


"Open wide, slave. I want to see how well you did." I opened my mouth as wide

as I could, and she inspected her new toilet bowl. "Very good, slave. Now, I'll

give you something to wash it down with."

This time, I knew what to do as she lowered her cum-covered cunt down onto my

face. I sealed my lips around her piss slot just as she began to let her flow

loose. Her piss tasted different this time, possibly because I had just consumed

the entire contents of her lower bowels, but for whatever the reason, it tasted

sweeter this time. And that sweet taste only made me swallow much more eagerly.

When she was done pissing, Grace lifted herself above me just a bit and settled

into the position that told me it was time to clean her pussy. With lots of

enthusiasm, I slurped up the thick goo that coated her lips and groin, lovingly

swallowing each glob. Satisfied with my work, Grace got off of my face and stood

beside my head, looking down at me.

"Now, boy, you have seen your place in my world." She rolled me over and

unlocked the cuffs from my wrists and ankles. For the first time in over an

hour, I stood up. I was returned to the ground by a heavy kick to my stomach,

which dropped me immediately. "I did not give you permission to rise! If you

wish to stand, then you must ask."

When I had recovered enough of my wind to say something, it was, "Please,

Grace, may I stand?"

"You shall call me 'Lady Grace" from this time forward, and yes, you may."

"Thank you, Lady Grace," I said as I extended my knees rose up.

"Now, put your shitty clothes on, get your piss-and-shit-stained pack on, and

get on your ass-wipe bicycle." I went over to my clothes and began to put them

on. They were still wet, and extremely rank from her use of them. The piss and

shit on them caused both my shorts and shirt to stick to my skin, too. I smelled

so badly that there would be no mistaking what had happened to me if we ran

across any other riders or hikers.

"We're going back down this hill," she said. "If anyone asks you what happened

to you, you will only say, 'I served the supreme gender,' and I will do any

other talking. Also, I have brought a towel and some soap so that you may clean

up when we get to the beach. Unfortunately, I did not bring a change of clothes

for you, so you will be riding home naked."

She turned to me just as we began to roll down the incline and said, "And

tonight, you will serve me again, slave. In fact, you will sever me from this

time on, do you understand?"

"Yes, Lady Grace."

"Good boy. Now let's go home."