The sun blazed over Willow Creek Riding School, bathing the stable in golden warmth, the air thick with the musky scent of straw and worn leather. Jake, thirty and rugged, prowled the aisles, an hour early for his stable manager job interview. His boots scuffed the dirt, eyes scanning stalls, tack rooms, a shadowed barn nook stacked with hay bales—ambition crackled, ready to charm the job. Then a girl walked in, a curvy blonde knockout, her dance tights shorts clinging to a plump, curved ass, her cropped tank top straining over full, bouncy breasts, nipples faintly pressing through. Her eager grin screamed opportunity, and Jake’s heart slammed—she was a vision, young and vibrant, barely out of high school by his guess. She’s a damn fantasy, he thought, and I’m gonna play this out.
“Hey there,” Jake called, flashing a warm grin, leaning against a stall, charm dialed up. “You look like you’re here for the horses. I’m Jake, I handle new riders.” His eyes grazed her curves but locked on her face, keeping it slick, guessing her purpose from her outfit, mind racing to spin a con, no clue about any tryouts.
“Hi! I’m Lila,” the girl replied, eyes lighting up, tossing her hair, breasts shifting as she stepped closer. “Yeah, I’m here for the riding school. Dreaming of joining it.” Her voice bubbled, ass swaying in those tights, oblivious to Jake’s hunger, her name landing like a gift, giving him a hook to work with.
“That’s real passion,” Jake said, nodding, hooked on her energy. “Most girls chase clout. You’re different.” He pointed to a glossy mare in a stall. “That’s Luna. She’s a star, but you’d steal her shine.” His voice was smooth, laying bait, thrill humming as she blushed, eating it up—Lila, a perfect mark.
“Oh my gosh, Luna’s gorgeous!” Lila gushed, stepping to the stall, curves bouncing lightly. “You think I’d outshine her? That’s so sweet.” She giggled, flirty streak peeking through, charm blazing, unaware of Jake’s smirk—her name known, he was locked in, scam shaping fast.
“How old are you, anyway?” Jake asked, keeping it casual as they walked, handing her a rein, fingers brushing hers, sparking a giggle, her ass swaying. “Gotta know who I’m betting on.” He quipped to test her vibe, pulse racing, needing her age to gauge his play—*She’s a stunner.*
“I’m eighteen. Just graduated, chasing my horse dreams,” Lila said, cheeks flushing, breasts bouncing as she twirled the rein. Her voice softened, sharing freely, eyes dancing, liking his attention, guard melting, her spark glowing now that he knew her age—18, perfect for his game.
“You’re a natural. I’d bet on you,” Jake said, grin steady, sealing trust. “This place is brutal—few spots, endless hopefuls. I’m not supposed to pick favorites, but you’re a cut above. I’m slipping you ahead, risking my rep, ‘cause I see a winner.” He leaned closer, voice low, making her feel chosen, thrill spiking—*Those curves are unreal.*
“Really? My own VIP coach?” Lila teased, lips curving, ego soaring. “You’re awesome, Jake!” She stood closer, breasts grazing his arm as she handed back the rein, flirty spark igniting, thinking he was her golden ticket, focused only on her dream, no thought of his role’s truth.
They moved past saddles, Jake’s arm brushing hers, her giggles echoing through the quiet stable. Her mind stayed on horses and glory. She was a hopeful, swept up in Jake’s charm, the empty aisles letting his scam breathe. He paused by the barn door, glancing out—no footsteps, no voices, just the hum of distant hooves. He scanned the aisles, ears pricked for any creak, confirming the stable was deserted, the nook’s shadows safe. No one’s around—she’s mine to play, he thought, leading her to the hay-stacked corner, plan locking in.
“This is private—to lock your spot,” Jake said, voice firm, standing by a bale. “You’re up against pros. I’m bending rules to make you shine, but it’s gotta be flawless.” He watched her hesitate, eyes darting—*why so secret?*—but his vow echoed, her dream pulling her in, the empty stable giving him nerve.
“Okay… I trust you,” Lila said, biting her lip, breasts rising with a nervous breath. “I really want this.” Her voice was soft, ambition overriding unease, naivety clouding red flags, her crush on Jake’s charm—tied to her name and eighteen years—holding tight, accepting his lead fully.
Jake stepped back, eyes flicking to the entrance, ears straining—no clatter, no shadows, just silence. He checked the tack room’s open door, empty, the nook sealed by bales. All clear, he thought, heart pounding, safe to start. “Step up here,” he said, pointing to a crate, shifting to coach mode. Lila climbed up, tights shorts showcasing her plump ass, and he gripped her hips, fingers pressing her curves, grazing her bare waist. “Core’s gotta hold for speed,” he said, touch lingering—*That ass is pure art.*
“Feels like a workout already,” Lila smirked, liking his warmth from their banter. She let his hands stay, ass swaying slightly, flirty streak enjoying the attention, unaware of the depth, body tingling, no one around, trusting his role completely.
“Stand tall now,” Jake said, moving behind her, glancing for safety—no rustle, no eyes. “Riding needs perfect posture—spine straight, shoulders back.” Lila stood firm, breasts jutting under her tank top. He stepped behind, hands sliding under her top to cup her full breasts, squeezing gently, feeling their weight. “Chest stability’s key for balance,” he murmured, fingers soft at first, then teasing her nipples, a light pinch sparking a gasp, before groping fully, kneading with bold intent. He moved to her front, repeating the check, hands diving under again, groping harder, her curves trembling under his palms, thrill spiking.
“Wow, that’s… thorough,” Lila stammered, breath hitching, breasts tingling under his touch. Unease flickered, but his Luna praise—“You’re special”—quieted her. Her nipples hardened, a flush spreading, rationalizing it as training, flirty spark leaning in, the stable’s silence easing her doubt.
“Riders need lower body sensitivity,” Jake said, tone urgent, checking once more—no footsteps, no risk. “Long rides test your stamina down there—I gotta feel your inner muscles’ strength with my fingers, a pro rider’s check to handle intense sessions.” He guided her to lean against a hay bale, tights tugged low, kneeling with eyes locked, selling it as a technique to test her core. His fingers traced her skin first, warm and teasing, then slid inside, slow and deliberate, finding her slick warmth. He moved with a steady rhythm, curling gently, her tightness pulsing around him, a thrilling heat sparking his arousal, savoring every quiver as she responded, his control electric—*She’s unreal.*
“That’s so personal!” Lila gasped, eyes wide, youth showing, gripping the bale as his fingers entered, a jolt of shock hitting her. The intrusion felt intense, almost too much, but a tingling heat bloomed fast, her body awakening with each careful stroke, a soft moan escaping as pleasure coiled inside. His vow—“I’m risking my rep”—rang loud, her dream on the line, and she let the sensation pull her, flirty side tipping in, craving his approval, enjoying the rush despite the haze, no one to interrupt, his role unquestioned.
Jake kept his rhythm, fingers gliding deeper, feeling her clench and tremble, her warmth driving him wild, each moan fueling his thrill. Lila’s hips shifted slightly, meeting his touch, her breaths quickening as waves of delight surged, her curves—ass curved in tights, breasts shifting under her top—alive with the moment. She rationalized it as training, her crush blurring doubt, lost in the pulsing heat, both of them caught in the forbidden spark, the barn’s shadows cloaking their intensity.
“Oh… that’s intense,” Lila murmured, voice breathy, eyes half-closed, pleasure flushing her cheeks. She leaned harder into the bale, body trembling with his fingers’ rhythm, liking how it felt, dream feeling closer, flirty thrill embracing the rush, thinking she was proving her strength.
“You’re one in a million,” Jake said, voice dropping, senses sharp—no creaks, the nook theirs. “Riding takes total control under pressure—elite girls use their mouth to stay steady, guiding with precision, like a horse’s rhythm.” He pointed to his lips, then lower, guiding her hand briefly to his bulge, a subtle nod to what’s next. “It’s a focus technique pros prove fully. Don’t choke, I’m giving you the edge.” He stepped closer, hay crunching, framing it as rider control, thrill barely contained—*She’s fire.*
“That’s wild… okay,” Lila murmured, eyes flickering—shock, then a spark as his gesture clicked. His favor, crush, and haze tipped her, the “mouth” idea clear enough to nod, heart pounding, rationalizing it as her ticket, ambition blinding her, the empty barn letting her dive in.
“Kneel here,” Jake said, voice low, eyes flicking—no one near, safe. Lila sank down, breasts grazing his thighs, and started a brief blowjob, full lips teasing for a moment, a “control check” to “steady nerves.” She hesitated but tried, spark mixing nerves with boldness, liking his tug on her hair. “Perfect warm-up, but we’re going deeper,” he said, stopping her—*Her lips are magic.*
“Deeper? I’m in,” Lila said, pulling back, flushed, a nervous giggle escaping. Her voice was soft, trust in his coaching holding, flirty thrill pushing her, curves trembling as she stood, tights bunched, ready, no one to see, no doubt he belonged.
The hay scratched beneath them as Jake yanked her tights lower, guiding her into a fevered dance, each move sold as “proving rider control.” First, he pulled her close from behind, hands gripping her hips, her plump ass pressed tight against him. He entered her with a slow, deliberate thrust, his penis sliding into her slick warmth, tight and quivering, her curves yielding as he filled her, a low groan escaping him at the snug heat. Lila’s body froze for a split second, a sharp gasp bursting out—shock hit hard, her eyes widening at the sudden fullness, a jolt of intensity stretching her, but a warm, pulsing pleasure surged through, sparking a soft moan as her ass instinctively pressed back. Her mind spun—*This is crazy*—but Jake’s favor echoed, her crush and dream blurring doubt, making her think it was training, her flirty spark igniting as she leaned into the rush, curves trembling with each careful move.
“Oh gosh, Jake,” Lila sighed, voice breathy, trembling as he moved, her ass a magnet for his hands. The shock melted into heat, gasps deepening, liking how he held her, dream feeling closer, flirty side embracing the thrill,—she was his star, curves bare and alive, lust blurring all else, dream within reach.
“That’s it,” Lila whispered, eyes half-closed, pleasure flushing her cheeks. She moved with him, bold despite her mind’s whirl, breasts swaying under her top, thinking she was proving herself, Jake’s favor making her feel unstoppable, spark burning bright.
Jake lay back on the hay, pulling her atop him in cowgirl style. “Ride like it’s the real thing,” he said, claiming it was to “test posture control.” Lila straddled him, tights bunched at her thighs, rocking with confidence. He reached up, sliding her tank top over her head, tossing it aside, revealing her bare breasts— Catering to her ambition, her flirty spark now a blaze, she leaned into the rush, bare under his gaze, curves trembling with each grind.
“Like this?” Lila teased, voice husky, leaning forward, breasts dancing as she rode, loving the control, gasps sharp. She felt fierce, thinking she was acing his test, his hands sparking fire, thrill soaring, trust locking her in, oblivious to the exposure’s weight.
Jake’s fingers lingered, squeezing her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, driving her wild. Her rhythm grew bolder, ass grinding harder, curves alive, breasts bouncing, plump ass curving in tights, barn’s heat wrapping them, flirty thrill shining as she moaned, lost in the moment, thinking it was all for riding.
“Oh, wow,” Lila moaned, trembling, pleasure spiking as his hands worked her breasts, body pulsing with each grind. She leaned into it, pride swelling—she was his star, curves bare and alive, lust blurring all else, dream within reach.
As Jake’s pleasure built, her curves overwhelming, he felt the edge nearing and paused, pulling back with a husky breath. “One last test, Lila,” he said, voice firm but charming. “Pros finish with total control, proving dedication. Take it all, keep me steady, like you’d tame a stallion—every drop.” He guided her down, eyes burning, reinforcing the “mouth technique” to seal her “commitment,” thrill barely contained—*She’s pure fire.*
“Every drop? Got it… for you,” Lila whispered, eyes flickering—shock, then a bold spark. Kneeling on the hay, breasts bare and swaying softly, she wrapped her full lips around him, blonde hair spilling like gold, catching the barn’s dim light.
Her tongue glided with nerves and confidence, lips soft but deliberate, tracing a sensual rhythm that made Jake’s breath hitch. Lila’s charm pulsed—hands gripped his thighs, breasts trembling, ass curved in tights, a vision. She leaned deeper, eyes flicking up with a teasing glint, boldness growing, wanting to please her “coach,” thinking it was her final proof.
“I’m doing good, right?” Lila murmured, pulling back a second, lips glistening, voice breathy but proud. She dove back, rhythm quickening, lips and tongue in sync, curves swaying, flush of thrill on her cheeks, trust mixing with lust, convinced she was nailing it.
Jake’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding gently, body tensing as waves crashed closer. “You’re perfect,” he groaned, voice low, her warmth unraveling him. Her lips moved faster, a soft hum vibrating, breasts brushing his thighs, flirty spark driving him wild, barn’s heat swallowing them.
“Mmm,” Lila hummed, lips locked, eyes twinkling, a muffled giggle escaping as she kept going, hands squeezing his thighs, feeling his tremble. Confidence soared, thinking she was acing it, curves alive, pride swelling—she was his star, youth and heat pushing her.
His climax hit like a storm. Jake’s breath caught, a shuddering groan ripping free as his body arched, release surging in hot waves. Lila’s lips stayed tight, her throat moving with deliberate swallows, taking every pulse of his cum with focused effort, a satisfied glint in her eyes as she savored the moment, milking it like a victory. Her bare breasts trembled, blonde hair swaying, a vision of devotion in the dim light. Jake gripped the hay, eyes half-closed, lost in the rush—*She’s unreal.* She pulled back, lips glistening, pride and thrill painting her face, thinking she’d sealed her spot.
“I did it, didn’t I?” Lila said, wiping her lips, a shy grin breaking through, breasts heaving, bare in the dim light. Her voice was bright, body tingling, pride and haze swirling, thinking Jake was her key to glory, oblivious to the con, fully believing his role.
“You’re the best. Spot’s yours,” Jake said, pulling back, smirk wide as he stood, dusting hay off. She stumbled up, dazed, curves swaying as she grabbed her top, mind spinning with dreams and a raw buzz, hoping for more “help.” He watched her ass sway, buzzing—*Hottest girl I’ve played, and I owned it.*
“Thanks, Jake. You’re amazing!” Lila called, turning with a flushed grin, pulling her top on. Her voice danced, unaware of his scam, spark unshaken, pride carrying her out as she headed for the door, thinking she’d won her dream, his authority never in question.
Jake strutted toward his interview, barn’s heat fading, triumph electric. Her curves burned in his mind, every bounce, moan, bold move, those breasts bare, her swallowing every drop. He’d played her flawlessly, no tryout or staff knowledge needed, her name and age his to claim, the empty stable his playground. As the door swung shut, he grinned, untouchable, ready to charm the job, victory sweeter than ever.
