Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 4 by vanessa.evans
Dive into “Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 4” by vanessa.evans for an exhilarating exploration of desire and self-discovery. Uncover the passionate journey of a woman grappling with her deepest fantasies and cravings. This enticing installment promises to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. Indulge in a world of sensuality and liberation that you won’t want to miss!
A shy girl with a masturbation addiction has lots of firsts.
Female Masturbation Addiction
by Vanessa Evans
Part 4
I decided that it was mechanical bull night but that gave me the problem of what to wear. It needed to be something that could easily fall off me as the bull gyrated and bucked. After looking through all my clothes I finally decided on one of my chiffon mini sarongs and a crop, sleeveless top that had no buttons and the front halves are held together by tying the 2 tails at the bottom. I’d decided that when I went to get on the bull I’d loosen the knots so that it would take very little for them to come undone.
With just some money and my room key in my little shoulder bag I left my room and adjusted the sarong as I walked so that as I walked my slit got exposed for a second as one leg went forwards.
That night I got some take-away pizza and went and sat on a bench at the side of the main walkway to eat it. Under the bright street lights anyone walking by would have been able to see my slit as they walked by, but I never saw anyone looking.
The mechanical bull bar wasn’t that busy when I got there so I kept walking around watching people and hopefully them seeing what I was displaying and before long I just had to walk down to the beach so that I could find a quiet place to rub one out to feed my addiction.
When I got back to the mechanical bull bar there was a lot more people there, and people on the bull so I went in and went to where I could book a go on the bull.
The guy taking the bookings and the money looked me up and down, and with a smile on his face he said,
“Are you sure that you want a go at riding the bull?”
“Yes I do, why?”
“You have seen how people get thrown about haven’t you?”
“Yes, why?” I replied.
“Oh nothing, there’s about a 20 minute wait, go and get yourself a strong drink, you might need it.”
I guessed that he was trying to get me to loose some of my inhibitions which was something that I definitely didn’t need to do, I wanted to be fully aware of what was happening and what people could see, so I went and got myself a cola then went and stood near the man to watch the other ‘victims’. I also looked around the bar at other people who were watching and I was pleased to see that most of them were ‘happy’ young guys. Just the audience I needed. I also loosened the knots on my top and sarong leaving just a simple over and under and hoping that they wouldn’t come loose until I was on the bull.
When it was my turn the same guy looked me up and down again and asked me if I really wanted a go and when I said that I did he was grinning from ear to ear. Two minutes later I was taking my shoes off and walking over the inflatable mats to the bull with the man next to me.
Standing next to the bull he told me that he’d help my up then tell me how to hold the Horn of the saddle, how to wrap the thin rope around my hand and how to hold my spare hand out to help me balance. Even as he gave me a leg up I knew that he could see my pussy and when I was straddling the bull the sarong was already up above my pubis. He was looking at my pussy as I held the Horn and wrapped the rope around my hand.
As he walked back to the controls I looked around and saw going on for 50 people watching me. I felt my pussy get even wetter and the tingling get stronger.
The controller started the bull slowly, gentle turns and dips. Then he gave it an attack of the shudders and a quick spin. Those actions were enough to unravel the knot on my sarong, and because it wasn’t long enough for my butt to trap it on the saddle, it slid off me and disappeared. I heard loud cheers from the audience and saw a couple of camera flashes.
The controller did the same again and I could feel that the knot in my top was getting looser. Then the bull started turning and dipping very similar to what I’d seen the previous riders ‘endure’ and I felt my top open fully displaying my tits to everyone.
This seemed to go on for hours but was probably only a couple of minutes before the controller really started to get serious and I was really fighting hard to stay on as the front of the bull went right up and my body tilted so far back that I was sure that my head was lower than my butt. I guessed that that was what the controller wanted because my top slid up around my neck then off my free arm which I’d put behind my head ready to break my fall, if / when I fell off as the bull slowly spun around.
Somehow, I managed to stay on and the bull which then nose-dived and my top slid down my other arm so that it was wrapped around my hand that was somehow managing to still grip the Horn of the saddle. My bare butt was up in the air and to all intent and purpose I was totally naked riding that bull as the controller slowly spun it again giving the audience and their cameras plenty of time to record my spread pussy.
The controller again raised the front and slowly spun the bull again and I managed to realise that he was trying to show everyone my very wet pussy that wasn’t helping me to stay on the bull because it was leaking my juices all over the saddle. Then it was another nose dive and slow spin so that everyone could get a good look at my butt again.
Finally, the controller did the fast spins and jerks that had managed to throw all the other riders and I was no exception as I went flying, landing spread eagle, on my back, right in front of a group of cheering young men who really gave their phone cameras a good workout.
The controller came over to me and helped me to my feet and I looked for my clothes. My top wasn’t far away and I got it and put it on but didn’t tie it. My sarong was a different story and neither me nor the controller could find it. After a couple of minutes looking for it the controller said something that I couldn’t understand but he also pointed to under the bull where I saw my sarong tangled in the mechanics of the bull.
Then the controller went beside the bull, looked at the saddle and said, this time in perfect English,
“I think that we need a towel to dry the saddle before the next girl climbs on.”
I quickly came to the conclusion that my sarong was gone for good and that I was going to have to leave there bottomless. The controller led me to his control station and picked up one of those little, rectangular bar towels and offered it to me. I wasn’t sure if he was offering it to me to go and wipe the saddle, or for me to use it as something to cover my pussy. I declined the offer and asked for my shoes and bag.
As soon as I got them my mind started thinking about my addiction, I desperately needed to get another fix so I intended to get out of there and down a side road or something to get a bit of privacy to take care of my need.