Several of my friends and I went to a local bar that had a mechanical bull. It’s always fun watching people try to hold on tight while riding it. To be honest, I have not seen many people stay on it very long. Usually they end up getting tossed off fairly quickly. It’s still a lot of fun to watch though.
After my friends and I had a few drinks, we kept teasing and daring each other to ride the bull. I had no idea why I did it. Guess I just got a wild hair up my ass. I stood up, and said, “I’m riding that damn bull! Everyone is going to owe me a drink when I get back!” I smiled and walked over to the guy that was controlling the mechanical bull. I flirted with him a little and got him to agree to keep it on low, unless I signaled him to go faster.
He helped me up on the bull and told me to grab the handle and hold on tight. Right then, I realized what I was wearing was not really suitable bull riding attire. I had on a very short black mini skirt and a very bright red thong. I then thought to myself, “It’s a little late to be self-conscious. I guess everyone can enjoy the little peepshow.” I smiled at the guy controlling the bull and signaled that I was ready.
He turned on the bull, and it began to slowly rock back and forth as it turned. OK, not bad, I can do this. He kept it on slow for several moments, and then I signaled him to turn it up a bit. That’s when things started to get very interesting. As it rocked back and forth, my pussy started sliding up and down the leather saddle I was sitting on. OK, that was actually getting some major tingles going down below.
I then felt him turn the bull up a little more. The rocking got me extremely sexually excited. I was starting to get a little embarrassed. Then it happened. He turned it up just a little more, and I started to orgasm. I tried to hold it back but could not. So, I just flipped my hair over my face so nobody could see my facial expressions. I started to orgasm just moments later. I gripped that bull with my thighs tighter and tighter as I moaned out and came over and over.
I kept cumming and cumming, as the bull rocked back and forth. I wanted to signal for him to stop the bull, but my body wanted something else. Something very embarrassing. It wanted to continue to orgasm over and over.
I lost count of how many mini orgasms I had. Once my legs started to tremble and shake, I could not hold on any longer. The mechanical bull tossed me off onto the inflated pit under it. When I landed on my back, my legs went up in the air, showing off the red thong I was wearing. The crowd cheered and clapped for me. Oh, how embarrassing that was.
The guy controlling the bull came over and helped me up onto my wobbly legs. My body was still having little orgasm aftershocks. I just smiled as he helped me back to my table.
Once I sat back down at my table, I grabbed my drink and downed it in one go. I was ready for another. My friends all cheered me on and bought me several more drinks. I downed three of them a lot faster than I should have. But I needed them.
Once the total embarrassment wore off, I realized that my red thong was soaked. OK, I guess that mechanical bull got me off a lot better than I thought. I never did tell any of my friends what actually happened while I was riding that bull. That will be one of my secret guilty little pleasures, and I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.