Poor Little Rich Slut

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Go at it. How quaint, I thought, while I was trying to figure out how to respond.

“I don’t know. Could it be better than this?” I wondered aloud.

“Maybe.” He smiled a crooked, charming smile. “I run the machinery at the amusement park and live in the Carousel building. Some women like the added thrill of a wild ride, if you know what I mean?”

I didn’t know what he meant, not exactly. But the thought of amusement parks and carnival rides, cotton candy and stale popcorn tend to feed the girl in me with unseemly desires. If this Casey Ingram could fulfill my seedy fantasies, then he wasn’t just my cowboy f**k for an evening; he was a man of minor miracles, able to lift me out of my s****l impoverishment like a bold knight.

So, that’s what brought me to that moment beyond the chain-link fence, beyond the gate of the amusement park and the swirling trash, where above me the clouds gathered before a thunderous rain and the rumbling in the distance beckoned me on rather than drove me away.

The marquee lights were on and the neon glowed in the dark, all red and white and yellow and pink. My eyes began to blur the closer I moved toward the towering machines. Their great arms loomed like stalking beasts. What was missing here from my childhood memories—when I’d last stepped foot in a place like that—was the people, the air of gaiety, the sounds of carnival music, the screaming children and the hawkers luring customers to games of chance.

All was quiet now. I could hear the loose trash swirling, leaves rustling against the asphalt, and an occasional clang of something in the distance. But there were no voices. There was no music. I could barely smell the popcorn and the cotton candy; their odors were just lingering traces now from earlier in the day.

But my mouth watered still. And my body trembled with excitement. My p***y dampened, and I felt my fears crawling up my back and whispering in my ear, “Eleanor, you shouldn’t be here. Go home…go home…go home…”

Every inch of me was on alert and ready to run for my life by the time I got to the carousel. I gazed about, seeing nothing but the motionless merry-go-round, the pretty painted horses, the pink sea serpent and the growling yellow lion, all frozen and fixed, but screaming out to me.

“Ellie.”

I jumped at the sound of a human voice and froze like my fellow cast of lifeless players.

“Ellie,” he whispered again from behind me.

I turned around this time.

“Oh, my God!” My hand went to my mouth. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.” Casey the cowboy smiled enough to warm my frozen body. He moved close, head c****d admiringly, and stroked my face. He lifted a lock of my hair as if he’d never seen anything like it before.

“You ready to ride my ponies, huh?”

I could feel the s****l fluttering in my tummy replace the gnawing, agitated fear. I giggled self-consciously.

“What kind of ride did you have in mind, cowboy?” I asked, feeling coy now and flirtatious.

“You come with me,” he said, and he took my hand. We moved briskly to the far side of the carousel and stopped. I seemed to twirl inside his arms, finding myself chest to chest with him, looking up at his face.

“You know, Ellie Barnes, if you want the big thrill, you’ll get naked,” he said.

I figured he laid that proposition on me to see how I’d respond. I didn’t flinch. By then, the s****l throbbing in my belly extended downward. I knew exactly what I wanted and he wouldn’t scare me off.

“And you’ll let me tie you to one of the carousel poles,” he went on. “Then I’ll blindfold you and start the carousel. While you circle faster and faster, you’ll let me play with your naked body. Yeah, Ellie Barnes, you let me take you for the big ride, you’ll have the thrill of your life.”

I listened, blushing with embarrassment, but wanting everything he said. Feeling it. Imagining every lewd detail.

I stared around. “But what about someone seeing?”

“No one’s here at this hour. Just you and me.”

And what if he’s a serial killer, my conscience voiced its disapproval. Run, Eleanor, run!

No, I won’t run! I answered the killjoy back emphatically.

I smiled and wiggled in against him. “So, you tie me to one of the poles and start the carousel. Is that it?”

“Yep, that’s what I do.” He raised his eyebrows questioningly. “But maybe you don’t want to do it naked?” he wondered.

“No, no!” I giggled again. “It’s just the kind of thing…” I stopped the thought before I finished. I’d said enough.

“The kind of thing that turns you on?” he finished for me. “Naked, getting tied, the blindfold…what’s the turn-on?”

“How about all of the above.” I smiled again, letting my horniness show.

His arousal was as obvious as mine.

I backed out of his arms and while staring him in the eye, stripped down to nothing. My skirt, my sweater, my bra and panties landed on the asphalt at my feet. Above, the night swirled more dangerously; the storm was getting closer. I felt shivers everywhere, arousing shivers, thinking that from all angles, from between the behemoth carnival rides surrounding us, from behind the food booths and the games of chance there were eyes focused on me. Was I the prey for a dozen horny men? Had my cowboy baited his friends with me? What was I doing in this place with this sexy stranger?

I watched him salivate as he watched me. Then noted his hard c**k tenting his jeans.

“You are one randy lady,” he said as he reached for my hand and guided me up the carousel stairs to the metal platform.

With every step, I felt new chills of fear, but my p***y dampened on cue and my belly spasmed those tiny pre-c*m spasms that make it so hard to stop. He held my arm as he led me through the maze of animals. There was a coiled rope in his other hand that had me guessing. As I bumped against the fancy painted beasts, their faces appeared to grin at me. Their eyes seemed to eerily follow my every move. But when I looked out beyond the carousel into hazy darkness of the carnival, I imagined I saw people moving in the distance.

Shadows, you ninny, just shadows, I told myself as my body shook with trepidation.

Again, the disturbing thunder rumbled and a little lightning pierced the sky. Then it was dark again, except for the lights of the carousel. The cowboy had them dimmed to low, but I knew those glowing lines of bulbs that circled the bright merry-go-round made it a beacon of light in the inky darkness, something to watch with mesmerized eyes.

“You know, Ellie, if you want to do this right, I’ll tie you between two poles.” Ah! The purpose of the rope! I feared it less than he imagined, although he wouldn’t know why. “You may lose the comfort of hanging on…but there you’ll be—suspended, free, your breasts, your ass, your p***y, open to the air and the wind and the rain, when it comes down. That is, if you’re that daring?”

I looked at him and nodded, feeling my voice fail me, though my body still clung to its desire. I gave him my answer by stepping between two shiny golden carousel poles and spreading my arms and legs

“I gotta tie you tight, real tight,” he warned.

“Real tight is just fine,” I said, with a quiver of excitement, “I don’t want to slip.”

“No, ma’am.”

He bound my arms from my elbows to my hands, and bound my legs from knee to ankle, winding his thick rope around my limbs again and again, until they felt welded to the poles. I couldn’t move, but I could feel the wind, and the stickiness of the humid air, just like he said. I could feel the caress of the breeze tickling my privates and dancing about my labia alongside my clit. The breeze made it cold between my thighs where I was wet.

He tied a blindfold over my eyes and seconds later, the carousel began to move, slowly to start, then it picked up speed.

My weight shifted. I panicked, thinking I’d fall to the platform, but the ropes held me fast. No matter how much my body shifted, my feet were firmly pressed to the metal and my upper body would go nowhere.

The breeze rushed hard against my face, against my chest and between my legs. Although I felt chilled, cold and clammy, my inner body warmed with s****l heat.

Everything came on me fast. Every tickle of wind and jarring move. Every back and forth worked against a feverish brain that couldn’t keep up. I’ve been beaten almost senseless for s****l pleasure, but nothing was as wild as this cruelly wondrous carousel, going round and round without stopping; I its naked prisoner.

Just when I thought I might pass out, my cowboy moved in behind me with his hands claiming me as they had on the bridge. I came back to the world and to my mind, as he touched everywhere my flesh smoldered hot. My t**s were mauled and my taut n*****s pinched until I squealed. He explored my furrow down below in both places, ass and cunt, prodding, poking, pinching, all in preparation. All the while, the carousel moved and the music played and my body fed on every sound and touch and smell.

I could hear his seething breath behind me, smell his body, feel his erection growing hard. My head began to spin, growing dizzy, growing faint, becoming aroused with all my body senses engaged in a battle of fear and a war of arousal.

Then the cowboy moved in front of me and his fingers jabbed inside my cunt. I started to c*m hard against them, screaming—this time I’m sure it was louder than the music, that pretty song of the merry-go-round. I can hardly remember it now.

“Oh, god, yessssssssssss! Do it! Do it! Do it harder!”

Everything in me disengaged and still we spun on that grinding axel. He plastered kisses on my mouth and on my throat and my chilled breasts. Then I climaxed again as the cowboy entered me from the front and his arms embraced my beleaguered body. He jarred me hard as we f****d. The thrill of cumming over and over again only compounded. I couldn’t stop. I writhed on his body with my bound one out of control and barreling toward nowhere, toward some uncertain oblivion, toward the terrifying fear that I was going beyond what I could handle.

“Oh, God, please, please stop this!” I finally shouted to the wind, hoping the cowboy would hear me. As I screamed to stop, he was already pulling out of me, leaving my dripping cunt to make a pool of c*m and juices on the metal platform. The wind cooled me down as the carousel spun on into the night. Just before I was about to rise from my oblivion and raise a desperate complaint, I felt the merry-go-round begin to slow and heard the cheery music die.

I slumped with relief, hanging inside the ropes exhausted; they were a little looser now, but they still held me upright. I heard the rain beating on the roof; the skies had opened. Cool water splashed my toes and left a wet layer on my already sweaty skin. At my ankles, I could feel the knots begin loosen as Casey untied the rope.

My cowboy carried me from the carousel into the small white building beside it. He laid me on his bed, covered me with a dry towel and handed me a glass of juice.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I think so, but my head’s still spinning,” I said.

“It’s going to feel that way for a while. But you can stay here till it passes.”

“Thanks,” I said, looking into his eyes. The scent of the carnival was all around us still; I must have been coming back to life to think that clearly. I could focus on his face. I could feel my body parts beginning to move. With a few deep breaths, I was almost normal again.

“Too much, huh?” he looked a little worried.

“No, no, not too much, just…” what was the word, “shocking,” the only thing that came to mind.

He chuckled. “First time I heard a carousel-slut tell me that.”