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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {Winslow} "Ridin' the Joystick" (D/s?, M/FFFFF)
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Ridin' the Joystick (D/s?, M/FFFFF)
By Don Winslow


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This story is based on a suggestion by a fellow author, David Shaw, the 
working of whose fertile erotic imagination is well worth a visit (see 
http://www.f-e-mail.com).  The author is grateful for his generous 
sharing.
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The User's fingers flew over the keyboard as he lightly tapped his way 
through the unfolding sequence that would take his User ID, and credit 
card number, and usher him into "Night Rider."  The screen obediently 
faded to black.  There was a pause, and then with a sweeping crescendo 
of electronic music, a brilliant surge of light exploded in front of 
his eyes only to immediately dissolve into the familiar home page.  The 
User smiled.


In the center of the screen a Sybian model 12 sat on a pearl gray 
carpet, surrounded by a circle of shimmering light against a background 
vibrant electric blue. The User admired the familiar mounded shape.


The Sybian pleasure machine is a cylinder cut lengthwise: the size and 
shape of half of a wastebasket lying on its side. The curved mound is 
vinyl-covered, smooth, and perfectly symmetrical.  The deep generous 
curve is wide, but not so wide that its girth can't be comfortably 
accommodated between the clutching thighs of a kneeling girl.  Centered 
at the top of the curve, a rubber dildo juts into the air, sticking 
straight up in obscene invitation.  The mount is plugged in; it lacks 
only a female rider.


As he gazed at the image, the little finger of the User's right hand 
shot out to graze the "Enter" key.  Eight unoccupied window frames 
instantly appeared surrounding the inner circle with its waiting 
pleasure machine.


Running on autopilot, the experienced User slid the mouse 
instinctively, going through the familiar sequence: up to the menu bar 
to select "Setup."  The exciting array of options opened up to him:  
floor model, ladder mounted, gymhorse, bucking bronco, seesaw.   He 
selected the basic floor model  -- the original, and in his view, still 
the best. 


Quickly back to the menu bar, this time for "Tools."  Now he was 
presented with a longer list: phallus, rubber dildo (plastic, rubber, 
chrome), squat plug, and even two types of anal penetrators.  One sex 
toy was tipped with a studded rubber ball that rotated rapidly once 
activated.  Another had a curious branch at the base with a tiny pad 
attached that when properly situated, would press against a vulnerable 
clitoris, sending an extra tingle of electric excitement straight to 
that pleasure button.  A user could even add texture to the shaft: 
nubbly, smooth, ribbed.  He selected a hard rubber dildo, with a pebbly 
surface.


 He quickly rubbed his sweating palms on his jeans.  His prick, 
swelling in anticipation even as he sat down at the keyboard and 
powered up, was now stirring to press hard against the front of his 
pants. He slipped a hand inside the front of his pants to free his 
rising cock from its tangle of underwear, easing its passage to a full 
and upright erection.


The prompt "Select Dream Girl" appeared on the screen, giving the User 
an extra jolt of excitement.  He quickly licked his lips, and sat up 
bringing himself closer to the screen. He was now ready now for the 
final step in the setup.  He moved the arrow to the "Dream Girls" 
button ...and clicked.


Eight girls magically appeared in the windows: eight, exciting, 
erotically-clad girls, waiting there just for him!  Like a kid in a 
candy store, his gaze flitted from one to the other, eager to take in 
each tempting treat.  

 
Below each picture the girl's name appeared, or at least the name given 
to them by the default option.  These names, like all the settings, 
could be easily changed; the program would remember the names 
associated with each particular girl whenever she had been used in an 
earlier session.  Today, six of the eight were familiar to him from his 
previous sessions.  There were two new girls: Nikki and Paige.  The 
others were like old friends to him by now:  Allison, K.C., Natalie, 
Claudine, Amanda, and of course Renata, all in various stages of 
undress, all smiling at out him.   The User had fallen in hopelessly in 
love with Renata.  


Renata and Amanda were the older women in the group, both stunning in 
their classic, middle-aged beauty.  Amanda was a full-breasted beauty;  
a luxuriant mane of soft raven-black framing her attractive face, 
bright, smiling blue eyes and a wide and generous mouth. Amanda with 
her ample breasts on open display seemed a warm and inviting woman; 
charming, almost maternal.  The User longed to bury his face in those 
bounteous tits, to cradle his head on friendly Amanda's large, 
comfortable, heavy hanging breasts.


But Renata's beauty was of a more remote, even cool quality.  Mature 
and sophisticated, Renata moved with the easy savoir faire of a woman 
of the world, a woman with lines in her beautiful face, yet one who was 
comfortable in her age and her sensual allure.   A blonde with severe, 
close cropped hair, and deep brown eyes, she had a slim, small breasted 
body with jaunty, low slung breasts that jutted out, and swayed 
seductively as she moved, undressing for one of his private sessions.  


He loved to watch Renata preparing for a ride, stripping so 
nonchalantly, baring her slim graceful body with such casual 
indifference it took his breath away.   She was not like those coarse 
strippers with their big plastic boobs who worked to entice with a sexy 
grin, grinding hips, and a lurid wiggling of the ass.  No, not like 
them at all.  Whenever Renata, undressed she kept her unseeing eyes far 
away, as each item of clothing was allowed to slide down her sleek 
form.   Yes, he loved Renata, and he wavered; but in the end, he 
thought he'd pass on her today.  To see this cool beauty mounted up on 
a jogging ride, bouncy titties juddering, her exquisite face contorted 
in passion as she reveled in the pleasures wrought deep in her vagina 
by the Sybian -- that was a sheer joy!  Yet, he wanted something more 
from that splendid beauty than a ride on the pleasure machine, and 
that, he knew, he could never have.


So with a sigh, he passed on, bringing his gaze to dwell on Allison and 
that shiny helmet of silver blond hair that fell to her shoulders in a 
straight, silken sheath.  The girl had the high cheekbones, chiseled 
features, and the thin elegance of a fashion model.  Today she was 
dressed in a cheerleader's outfit, and the User thought that was a 
perfect choice for the pretty blonde.  She reminded him of all the 
pretty girls in his high school, like the stuck-up cheerleaders who 
would never give him the time of day.  He loved to see that lithe 
model's body repeatedly penetrated by the plunging dildo, shaking and 
sweating as she was taken on a long and vigorous ride. 


 Next was K.C., well built with her nicely rounded bottom  and the 
flattened mounds of her hanging tits  completely exposed as she posed 
in her window.  He admired the thick waves of caramel colored hair 
tumbling down around her broad, squarish face with that fun-loving grin 
fixed on her wide, smiling lips.  Along with her smile, she wore a 
white cowgirl's hat tilted back on her soft folds of hair, and nothing 
else.  He fondly remembered the sight of the naked cowgirl, on hand on 
her saddle, one waving her white hat in the air, as she rode her 
bucking bronco.


Natalie was an altogether different type, short hair cropped in a butch 
cute and a body that was thin and streamlined as a whippet's.  There 
was a hardness in her eyes, like polished obsidian; she held her head 
high with a certain arrogant defiance.  Natalie's lean body was 
sheathed in the shiny black leathers of a dominatrix: high, black 
leather boots with five-inch spike heels, and a tight corset that 
forced her small, taut breasts to bulge out over the top, while 
cinching her waist to a delicious slenderness.  In her insolent manner, 
arms akimbo, she stood facing the User, one booted leg thrust forward 
in a brazen stance, her bush of tight black curls boldly displayed.   
Natalie rode hard, grinding her splayed crotch down on the pistoning 
rod, jaws clenched in urgency, as though ruthlessly determined to drain 
every drop of pleasure from the invigorating experience.


Claudine was next.  The User also knew this girl well, with that lush, 
chestnut brown hair tumbling down to naked shoulders in glorious 
disarray, a single strand of pearls around her neck, and that straw 
sunhat perched on the back of her head.  Most of all he loved those 
long, gorgeous, truly impressive legs, invariably sheathed in thigh 
high stockings that she wore with her white high heeled pumps and the 
large, broad brimmed hat.  He loved to watch Claudine settle in, spread 
her knees, tucking back her folded, nyloned legs, while squatting down 
to take her place on the on the waiting Sibrian.  Claudine was outgoing 
and vivacious, a sensuous woman who thoroughly enjoyed a raucous ride 
on her sturdy mount - one that sent her floppy breasts jiggling and 
bouncing in the most delightful way!


But it was today's new girls to whom the User now turned, deciding that 
they merited a more leisurely study. There were two of them:  Paige and 
Nikki.


Paige was beautiful blonde whose wholesome good looks would easily win 
her the title of  All-American Girl in any  beauty contest: high 
cheekbones defining the angular plains of a broad, vaguely Nordic face; 
a generous mouth that was wide, with full, neatly etched lips, and rows 
of small even teeth.  And she had the most beguiling, honey-colored 
eyes--feline eyes.  Those devastating eyes held an inviting look -- one 
that made a man feel he was the only man in the world.   Intoxicating 
nectar to any male ego, those eyes sent a thrill through the tense 
User, powering his already hard penis.  His eyes trailed down her front 
into the open  black leather jacket, she wore to approve of  her softly 
mounded tits that hung heavy and loose.  Posing in her window, she wore 
nothing but the shiny jacket, and a motorcycle cap perched on the back 
of her thick blond hair.  The girl was dynamite.  What would Paige look 
like mounted up? ...straining back in ecstasy as she absorbed the 
electrifying pleasure of the fucking dildo? What would she look like 
with her pretty face contorted with lust as she rode in the grip of 
overwhelming passion? The User, sitting there with a full erection 
tenting the front of his pants, paused long and hard to consider the 
intriguing possibilities.  


Next to her was a much younger girl; one who looked a lot like a skinny 
teenager.  The User could only guess how old this girl might be, for 
she was a fresh-faced kid with the willowy body of a adolescent -  lean 
and narrow, with gangly arms and coltish legs, and the most appealing 
pair of tiny little breasts: budding tits with taut points, that stuck 
straight out from her slim girlish chest, with aureole about the size 
of a quarter.  Her lines were neat and straight as if having not yet 
ripened into the fuller curves of a mature woman


Nikki was seated in her window, topless, wearing nothing but a pair of 
snugly fitted jeans.  She leaned back in the chair, slack-limbed, with 
extended blue-jeaned legs crossed at the ankles.  Her dark hair was 
pulled smoothly back and tied up, so that the excess hank of hair was 
left to dangle in a perky ponytail.  Under a row of even bangs, the 
face she presented was youthful and freshly-scrubbed, with no trace of 
makeup -- a cute girl's face, with crisp, neat features.  And now she 
turned it to the camera to give the User a teasing smile that was both 
innocent and wildly erotic.   


The mouse pointer hesitated, wavered between the two pictures, drawn 
from one to the other by the tempting possibilities.  Then, with a 
decided click of the mouse he selected the girl he wanted: The new 
girl, young Nikki would be his choice for today's ride.


******


The bare-chested girl, instantly signaled that she had been selected, 
stirred like big cat, unwound her leggy, lean body and got to her feet.  
She smiled at the camera, and went about undoing the front of her 
jeans, then shoving them down her legs before sitting down again to 
draw them off over bare feet.  Nikki's panties were thin white hip-
huggers that rode low, banding her trim waist.  Without ceremony, she 
hooked her thumbs into the waistband and gracefully slipped her 
underpants down to her knees, letting them drop, and then with a single 
delicate step, walked free of the silken puddle she left on the 
carpeted floor.


For a moment the nude girl paused in front of the camera, head held 
high, legs straight and held together, hands loosely at her sides, 
letting the camera look, giving the User what the censors like to call 
"full frontal nudity."  


The seated User felt his cock twitch in eager expectation to see the 
splendid nude standing there before him.  He touched himself.  His gaze 
was immediately drawn to her pussy, a modest pubis lightly shaded with 
dusky curls through which the neat tuck of a pale pink labia could be 
seen.  His fascinated gaze climbed that perfectly still, pristine body 
to dwell on the taut points of her juvenescent breasts, dimly 
discernable rises on her maidenly chest that emerged as two tiny peaks, 
capped with those pert, fleshy pink nipples.

 
On upward his adoring gaze traveled to find that small youthful face 
under those shiny bangs, with big dark eyes looked back at him as just 
the trace of a nervous smile played over her lips.  Now the camera 
panned back to show a wider view as girl turned to approach a Sybian 
machine configured exactly to the User's specifications.  Already 
prepared with a coating of greasy lubricant, it stood there at the 
ready -- eight inches of gleaming, cream-colored phallus!  The rod was 
stiff, yet pliable enough so its angle could easily adjust to 
accommodate a female rider who, once perched astride the mound, would 
sit impaled with the hard rubber prick up her cunt.


The User watched the naked girl approach her perverse mount, pleased to 
see the pert, tight-cheeked young bottom she showed him when she turned 
her back.  To saddle up, the agile girl got to her knees beside her 
waiting mount, raised herself up till she was kneeling up straight, 
then threw a leg over the curve to straddle the mounded bulk.


Up on her knees, the pony-tailed girl held herself perfectly erect as 
she settled into a half-squat, carefully positioning her lightly furred 
crotch over the glistening rubber prick. She looked down to watch the 
hand that was cupping her sex as the fingers spread, pressing open her 
cuntlips. Prying back the pink labia, Nikki held her sex splayed open 
and slowly bent her knees, squatting down, gingerly lowering herself 
onto the vinyl saddle. Her smooth brow was knitted in concentration as, 
inch by inch, the artificial cock was swallowed up by the slim girl's 
enveloping cunt till the little rider bobbed up and down before 
settling into place -- the entire length of the stiff rubber phallus 
lodged well up her young vagina.


The User felt a surge of excitement ripple through him. His mouth was 
dry; he found himself tingling with anticipation.  This was the moment 
he had been waiting for.  He rubbed his fingers, reached for the 
joystick, comfortably cradling the pistol-grip in the sweating palm of 
his right hand, fitting his anxious fingers to the molded plastic grip, 
closing on the plastic rod.  The slider in the base would be used to 
start the fucking motion, activating the smoothly operating cams which 
sent the rod pumping up and down like a well-oiled piston.  Pressing 
the red button on top delivered a quick jolt of vibrating energy.  By 
lightly jiggling the joystick with his curved fingers he was able to 
diddle the girl, sending the rod that was insulated deep in her cunt 
into a flutter of activity by remote control.  By masterful 
manipulation of his controls, the User could turn on the mounted girl, 
flooding her with repeated orgasmic thrills, while totally controlling 
her wild and bouncy ride.  


He watched her settle back, hips squirming as she tried to adjust to 
the novel sensation of having the stiff rubber intruder stuffed up her 
cunt.  Little Nikki sat with stiff arms extended down in front of her, 
wrists pressed together, fingers splayed outward, bracing hands curved 
to fit the rounded contour.   Taking a deep breath, she removed her 
hands to let them fall loosely dangle at her sides.


Her slim chest rose with another deep breath and with a quick flick of 
her pony tail, she straightened up, sticking out those pointy little 
tits of hers.  Sitting there with splayed knees, her lithe body held 
rigid, she raised her head to look up at the camera.  He saw the hint 
of uneasiness in the wide dark eyes that looked up at him from under 
silken bangs; her anticipation only added to his pleasure.  She bit 
down on her tightly-curled lip, and waited tensely.  His left hand 
palmed his hardened penis through his jeans, while the right hand 
tightened on the joystick.


He clicked a button and the dildo, snugly ensconced up her Nikki's 
tight little pussy whirred into life, sending  humming, deep-seated 
vibrations reverberating throughout her slender frame.   Lines of 
urgency creased her smooth brow, tightening around half-lidded eyes as 
the naked girl rocked forward, absorbing the repeated stabs of 
pleasure.


He skillfully manipulated the joystick, jiggling it rapidly with his 
fingertips, sending repeated shimmering thrills  through that thin, 
undulating body.  The girl's lashes fluttered, and her eyes slid closed 
against the creamy rise of pleasure.  Her jaws clenched; she vigorously 
shook her ponytail.  Then a dreamy expression came over her upturned 
face as she savored the delicious sensations generated deep in her 
innards.  Her sinewy thighs tightened, and the little rider was bobbing 
up and down in syncopated rhythm, her gyrations matched to the 
pistoning phallus that impelled her on her jogging ride.  


The User was a maestro who played the joystick like a fine instrument, 
sending pulsing energy to electrify the juddering girl.  He sent the 
lively rod deep, and then teasingly drew back, driving the lust-crazed 
girl always closer to the edge.


Nikki fell forward and braced herself with stiff arms and extended 
hands fitted to her rounded mount as the pumping vibrator picked up 
speed.  She threw her head back and let out a low moan as a shudder 
racked her body.  Then she was arching backwards and straining up, held 
there on the brink for several impossible seconds.


The User watched entranced as the girl got swept up in the wave of 
sheer sensual pleasure.  He let her ride the rolling orgasm till it 
reached its peak.  Just as her body started quivering, signaling the 
onrushing climax, he slid his thumb to the red button. The abrupt surge 
of energy sent Nikki into a profound spasm of pure ecstatic delight, 
she shook and trembled, threw back her head and gave out with a long, 
trailing moan, as a massive, all-consuming orgasm overtook her.


By now the User sat with his jeans opened, his briefs jammed down his 
thighs.  Caught up in a frenzy of lust, he clenched his naked prick, 
pumping furiously as he rose up to arch back in his chair.  The 
tickling rise of pleasure was unstoppable, and he came with a gut-
wrenching explosion that sent an eruption of cum spurting everywhere.  
He fell forward; sat there hunched over, shoulders heaving, panting for 
air, as the waves of passion receded.  Once he became sane again, he 
looked to the screen and the slumped over, quiescent girl.  Nikki sat 
with head and shoulders sagging down, her body limp and drained.  A 
shiver rippled through her thin shoulders - a tiny aftershock, but she 
managed to keep herself upright by bracing herself with her extended 
hands.  She made no attempt to dismount, but stayed in place, impaled 
on the diabolical machine.


His thumb slid back to the little red button.  The User still had 13 
minutes left on his private session with the little rider, and he would 
use those 13 minutes to the fullest, driving the impaled girl to places 
she had never been before, forcing her bouncy, pleasure-soaked body to 
absorb one after the other in a string of earth-shattering orgasms. 


The End
2002 Copyright, Don Winslow 
More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www




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