'DUDE RANCH' (FUTA)

Story by misfit446

Okay FPer's. Different than I am usually doing. I have a story but am so fucked up stupid and can't seem to work this story so I am offering any and all to help out. I have started it. Read it. There are fifteen women and two teenage girls arriving at the ranch. I truly need help here.

Anyone wanting to continue the story can do so. Keep in mind the already stated characters, but the women and teenagers are fair game. Go for it! Some might think this belongs in RP but really not. Just help finish the story. Imaginations are requested!

Thanks much.

MISFIT

‘DUDE’ RANCH

Mickey Daniels trotted her horse Cinnamon up to the front of the multiple floored log built ranch house as the two vans pulled up and stopped. The female drivers began to help unload the baggage as the occupants poured out of the large vehicles. Adjusting her leather chaps slightly, she eyed the women exiting the vans. She smirked. ‘A good crop,’ she thought.

“Welcome to the F BAR RANCH,” Mickey said to the gathering women in front of her. The women were awed by the large log structure, the beautiful grounds, and the four foot long whip like cock of the horse woman that hung down off the saddle and below the horse’s belly. Though not thick, it was lengthy and the pink cock head peeked out of the thick, veiny foreskin. And on the side of the saddle was attached a soft cloth bag that held Mickey’s low hanging very large beach balls. “I’m Mickey, the owner and foreperson of this ranch.” The horse whinnied loudly.

“Okay ladies, Judy and Rose will situate you inside. Tonight, after dinner we will go over the schedule for the next week. I hope you all enjoy your time here. Remember this though, this ain’t no picnic. You work first, then play. We’re all here to toughen you up, hopefully tighten you up and want your experience here to be one that you want to relive in the future. See you tonight.” With that, she grabbed her long cock and whipped it softly onto the hind flank of her mount. The horse snorted and Mickey trotted off.

The women began to walk into the huge lobby area of the structure. It had vaulted ceilings, a huge stone fireplace and beautiful antique furniture. Judy and Rose piled the bags by the small front desk and talked briefly with Willa, the front desk manager.

“Okay ladies, please line up. We need to get you all checked in.” The gabbing women obeyed and in twenty minutes the fifteen women and two teenage girls were being led to their rooms.

Mickey by now had set the horse in the stall, groomed it and set her saddle up on the stand. She walked into the lobby, her long girl cock draped over her shoulder.

“Hey Willa. Everyone settled?”

“Yeah, just going to remind them to dress for dinner.”

“Fine. I’m gonna wash up. See you in the dining room.” Mickey walked off, her extra long cock now draped over the palm of her hand. In the back of the front desk was Mickey’s apartment. She stripped off her regular leather chaps, shirt and hat, letting her long brown hair flow down her sweaty back. She stepped into the shower, using the shower pull down handle to wet herself. Letting it go the water stopped as she soaped up her thin yet fit body. Though her tits were only B cups or so her balls made up for it. They were larger than basketballs. This hairless sack of hers hung down past her knees and the trapped orbs inside were very tender right now, she having saved over a weeks worth of sloshing girl goo for her guests this week. A quick wash of her hair and she rinsed for only twenty seconds or so. The water here was heated by the sun so saving water was of the utmost importance.

She laughed to herself as she dried her lithe, tall body off. The ranch had regulators installed on all the taps so that some ‘rich’ bitch didn’t get too carried away with the hot water. If more than the allotted amount of hot water was used, the computer controlled regulator would instantly switch to the cold water tank.

Mickey couldn’t remember the amount of soul wrenching screams she’d heard through the thick walls of her place as some women did not observe the rules. Giggling slightly, she wondered how many screams she’d hear this week.

Dinner was in the huge rustic dining room. The vaulted ceiling stood two floors, thick timbers holding up the massive roof. There were hanging gas lit chandeliers hanging in chains from the strong wood.

The women were dressed up nicely, with formal clothing and heels. That was a requirement for the first and last night of their stay.

Mickey wore a sheer silk black dress, her tits braless, her balls hanging down in silk pockets of her specially made panties, her baby makers hanging below her knees. The full cups holding each massive sperm orb were stretched tight. She had her whip like cock fitted between the two orbs inside the custom made holder.

The food was excellent. The buffalo steaks were tasty, the fresh vegeta

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