Cowgirl Erotica Collection (4 page)

"Third time is a charm, you
know"

"Eh, what??" he said, again looking up
from her breasts.

"Do you like what you're lookin at?"
she said with a mild chuckle.

"Yes indeed but, can't do nuthin about
it anyway but I hafta admit it has been a long time since something
this pretty waltzed in here. The thought of a pretty lil ass,
er...hic...lass like you in such a dark and forbidden place is
enough to put the scare o' Jesus in me. And I always did like perty
women if'n I may say so Miss" he said taking another swig of
whiskey.

Jett smiled as that was all the
permission she needed to engage her prey, like a deer taking off at
the first sign of a grizzly.

She quickly pulled off her muddy top
and threw her hat to the ground, exposing her jiggling breasts to
the fifty something porter.

"And what do you think now?" she asked
as she interlocked her fingers on top of her head.

"Yer gonna give me a heart attack
woman!" he said with his eyes as wide open as someone who saw an
angel.

"So what did Jake pay you to keep me
out of that mine?" she asked.

"This'n here bottle! That's it!" he
said in between hiccups.

"That cheap bastard. I'll give you
something a bit more than that" she said seductively.

She dismounted and walked over to
where he sat in the rocking chair and knelt down in front of him.
She looked up at him and batted her eyes. She looked excessively
beautiful to him, like a cherub without its wings.

She slowly unzipped his jeans and
pulled them down to his ankles. He squirmed to get them off while
he was half-toasted from the whiskey.

She pulled out his cock and stroked it
a few times, giving him an instant erection.

"I'm going to suck you off and then
you're gonna let me in, right?" she said as she licked around the
tip of his cock with her tongue.

"Uh huh...hic" he said nodding up and
down. His eyes looked like they were mesmerized by a
hypnotist.

She bobbed her head up and down his
aching, hard-as-a-rock dick, licking up the spit that dripped from
the sides of her mouth. The taste to her was like any other cock,
though his seemed harder than others. She bent his cock into her
cheek and slurped against it some more.

"Darlin you smell like a fuckin angel
and suck like there's no tomorrow. Do that thing with your tongue
on top would ya please?" he said presumptuously as he leaned his
head back and took another swig of whiskey.

She ran her tongue to the top of his
cock and tongue-teased the hole on top, flicking her tongue back
and forth. She looked up into his eyes as she wiggled her tongue in
and out of his cock hole.

She batted her eyes again and
furiously slid the cock back into her tonsils, gagging a bit of
spit up as she took it out. She coughed out some spit on the ground
and then twisted the cock back down her throat, sucking as she
went. She then deep-throated him and curved her neck to compensate,
sending groans of pleasure to the older man.

"Gonna pop all over that pretty little
face, sweetie" he said smiling at her.

"No, do it down my pretty little
throat" she said smiling up at him. She licked her lips and shoved
the cock down her throat again and again while she squeezed his
legs with both hands.

"Christ you're just a god damn sucking
machine!" he said in between the spurts of her spit that streamed
from both sides of her mouth.

She rammed his cock once more down her
throat and took his dick in all the way it could possibly go before
he dumped a quart of cum down her throat. She coughed violently and
spit up his cum from the sides of her lips, then forced herself
back down his shaft one last time. The man's cum creamed her lips
as she licked it down and bobbed her head from side to
side.

"Mmmm.." she said licking it from the
corners of her mouth as she looked bashfully up at him. She sounded
like a sex-starved succubus.

"Now can I go inside?" she
whispered.

"Be my guest darlin...hic" as he
keeled over the side of his chair completely spent from the whiskey
and suckoff.

She chuckled to herself and stood up
to collect her shirt and hat. The thought of Jake being a cheap ass
with someone who obviously needed a break (and money) was a bit
revolting to her. She reached down to check the old man's pulse and
remarkably his ticker was still ticking. She hadn't killed him at
least.

She walked into the mine not knowing
if the payoff would be worth it, but even if she came out
empty-handed, she had done something incredibly charitable for
someone that she didn't have to.

A stack of three crates were visible
just inside the entrance. She walked over and lifted one of them
up. It was filled with rifles and a few boxes of ammo. She opened
the one on the bottom. Stacks of rubber-banded hundred dollar bills
all neatly arranged on top of one another. She looked down and
counted twenty of them. There had to be at least ten grand worth in
this crate alone, never mind what the rifles were worth. She then
looked under the rifles. Underneath sat a dozen bars of solid gold,
all shining up at her.

Jett walked back into the saloon which
was for the most part empty. At any rate the suck off she gave
prior put a fire in her that needed to be extinguished and she
decided to do something out of character: take the dominant
position. She pulled down a decorative rope from the wall and flung
it over her shoulder. She walked beyond the wooden stools and empty
beer bottles that littered the countertop and marched down the
stairs as if she were a grizzly pursuing a wintry mate.

As usual, Jake was counting his
profits and writing off his losses. He didn't look up as Jett
entered the room, but instead mumbled "Shouldn't you be out front
helping the customers?"

He gasped as he heard a gun cocked and
pointed at him.

"Sit over there on the chair. Do it
now!" she said, sounding like a bank robber.

"Um...ok." he said as he strolled over
to the chair and sat down.

"Now close your eyes and if I see you
open them, you're dead" she snapped.

She used the rope coiled around her
shoulders to tie his hands down in place and his legs to the chair
legs. She stood up and wrapped a red handkerchief around his mouth.
Just before she tied the knot, he mumbled, "You know, you don't
really need the rope if you're gonna do what I think you're gonna
do..."

She muzzled him like a poodle that
wouldn't shut up.

Jett stripped off her jeans and
stepped out of them then kicked them to the corner of the room. Her
panties were exceedingly drenched, and he could see the slit of her
cunny facing him.

She bent down and unbuttoned his jeans
and yanked them to the floor. His cock stood erect and hard as a
rock as a drop of clear precum sat perched on the tip. It had been
aching for Jett's creamy pussy since morning.

"You don't cum until I say you do...or
else" she said sternly.

She wrapped her hand around the base
of his cock and wanked it up and down, letting the loose skin of
his cock slide between her fingers like jelly. She let go and stood
with her back facing him and bent over to touch her
toes.

"You want this?" she said with her
panties still on.

She slid the panties down a notch to
where he could see her ass crack. She reached beneath her panties
and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Jake could see the moist pinkness
of her asshole just above her dripping pussy.

She slowly bent all the way down to
where her head was right between her legs. She looked like a
ballerina hunched over. She slowly lowered her panties down to her
knees and spread her lusciously white ass cheeks in full view,
while winking her asshole to him.

"You want me to wink it more?" she
asked.

She sucked in her asshole and puckered
it as if blowing him kisses as his stiff cock throbbed back and
forth. His clear precum oozed down the sides of his
shaft.

"You want to stick it in here?" she
asked. "Let's flip a coin then. If it turns up heads, then you get
to fuck my mouth. If it is tails, you get the ass." she said. She
reached into her jeans lying on the floor and pulled out a coin.
She flipped it in the air, sending it tumbling to the floor. It
landed tails.

"Looks like you're an ass man." she
said cooingly.

She backed up slowly over him and
maneuvered her ass crack up and down his aching cock. His precum
finally caressed against her asshole as she slid down on his cock.
The tip of his cock throbbed inside her the further down she slid.
He let out an audible moan from his handkerchief and tried to buck
his hips up into her. She slid against his cock and burrowed
herself onto him as the folds of her pussy rubbed up against the
base of his shaft. She pulled his cock out of her ass and jammed it
up insider her cunny and wiggled her hips around in a figure-8
motion.

"I'm about to cum all over your tied
up ass..." she said as she bounced up and down on his
manhood.

She thrusted her hips forward and back
again, then removed his cock completely before slamming down on it
again, sending a few sprinkles of her cream around the hair of his
dick. She squirmed and shut her eyes as her hair bounced around her
shoulders. Jake grunted in ecstasy and thought of how better she
would have looked if he had made her wear her hair in pigtails. She
continued banging away at his throbbing cock until she ordered him
to cum inside her. He shot his load straight up into her, sending
her pleasure juice streaking down her legs.

She slowed down her rhythm and tried
her best to catch her breath. She reached back and pulled the
handkerchief off of his face.

He looked up at her face covered in
sweat and leaned forward to kiss her breasts.

"What if that thing had gone off?" he
asked.

She popped the chamber to reveal it
was empty. She threw the pistol over on the table and stuck her
tongue into his mouth while she straddled his legs. She reached up
and wiped the sweat from his brow with her fingers. She leaned down
and said "No more dark secrets, alright?"

He nodded in agreement.

Two days later she nailed a sign on
the front of the saloon that said,

"Jake and Jett's Bar and
Grill"

She glanced up at the sign and smiled.
"Yeah that definitely has a ring to it" she muttered.

Backdoor Cowgirls: Rimming the
Range

Chapter 1: The Ever Innocent Mayan Smile

Maya walked with her head down towards
the homestead on the prairie, trying to rationalize why she was in
this predicament of destitution and despair. She kept thinking of
what to say, how to say it, and intellectualizing any potholes in
her work history that she might have to answer for. She wanted a
fresh start. No more shootin', hatin', kickin' or bitchin'. It was
all behind her, as long as the owners of the homestead would give
her a job. Any job. However to do that, they needed to show some
residue of compassion, which seemed to be the most endangered of
species in the wasteland known as East Texas. At this point she had
nothing to lose and everything to gain from merely kicking her
ego's ass to the county curb.

The ranch at least looked stable enough. The worst they
could say was fuck no. The absolute worst, which was a level below
being fucking
worst
, was to have the door slammed in her face, which was a lot
less painful than going another night sleeping next to Mr.
Foodless. At any rate, it was better to have the door slammed by
strangers than by family. She walked up to the door without any
pre-conceived scripts to perform. No theatrics, drama, or sob
stories to convey. She removed a glove and knocked on the dusty
front door hoping a kid would answer so as to at least break the
eerie silence that seemed to permeate the place. She heard rustling
inside, then a latch being unlocked and finally she saw whom she
presumed to be the owner. He looked forty-something, but with a
well-kept physique, penned pockets and a full head of bristly black
hair.

"Hi...uh..." she struggled. He cocked
an eyebrow as he looked at her boots.

"I'm Maya and I wanted to know about
the job you posted on the saloon board in town. You said that you
needed an extra hand to mend things around here. Are you still
interested?" she asked. She realized how obtuse that sounded the
moment the last word sailed from her lips.

"Well..." he said as he
coughed.

"I think the real question is if
you
are still interested when I tell you your
responsibilities" he said with a slight chuckle that muffled from
his mustache.

That familiar sparkle of trust was in
his eye almost instantaneously. It was the kind that she knew she
could mold into her own creation, especially on Sundays.

"Name is Marc by the way. And, I don't
see yer horse. How did you git out here?"