Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (7 page)

She nodded, squeezed her eyes closed, and braced herself for the next strike. But it didn't come. Instead she felt his lips. On the small of her back. He had exposed an inch of skin between where he'd bunched her skirt up around her waist and where her panties began. Now, he was alternating butterfly soft kisses and velvety licks of his tongue there. It was exquisite. She couldn't remember anyone ever kissing her there before.

She squirmed and rubbed her breasts against the saddle, needing more stimulation. She was already on the brink of orgasm, but was unsure how to attain it without touching herself or getting him to touch her where she needed it most. This really was torture.

This time she heard the swish of the riding crop as he brought it down on her opposite buttock. She gave a soft grunt in response that sounded incredibly sexy to her ears. It was the cry she usually heard echoing through her bedroom when she was enjoying a particularly enthusiastic session with her vibrator.

She was surprised to note that this stroke had been much harder than the first and yet it seemed to hurt less. The pleasure was also much more intense and she had to fight her impulse to bring her thighs together to squeeze and rub until she could come. But he wouldn't let her. She was growing desperate for something, anything to stimulate her poor, neglected pussy.

As if reading her mind, he touched her. Not with his finger or even his tongue, but with the leather hand-grip of the riding crop. He slid it between her open thighs and rubbed her slippery folds with it through her white cotton panties.

"Yes. Yes." She cried, opening her legs even wider to allow him better access to her folds. "Please, don't stop. That feels so good."

"You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?" He asked, rubbing her clit indirectly with the textured handle as he drew her panties down over her buttocks. "You should see how pink your ass is." He leaned down and gave one ass cheek a little bite. "Now, I need to get rid of these soaking wet panties of yours. Do you think you can hold the crop right here while I do that?" He wiggled the long instrument against her lower lips.

 
"Yes. Oh, yes."

"Just tighten those sweet thighs around it to hold it in place, alright? But don't come. If you come we start again, okay?"

She nodded eagerly and brought her legs together. This was exactly what she needed. Something hard to rub against. His rock-hard erection would be better, but she was too greedy to care at this point. Hoping he wouldn't notice, but not really caring, she writhed against the leather handle and bit her lip to hold back the cry as sparks lit up behind her closed eyes.

Whack!
This time he used his open palm on her bottom. The force of the blow brought tears to her eyes and sent her sprawling against the saddle. She righted herself quickly, but didn't stop writhing against the riding crop. She was too close to bliss to stop. She came with a shudder and slumped back over the saddle, crossing her thighs around the object to draw out her orgasm.

When she recovered enough to function again, she turned her head and glared at him defiantly. But he wasn't looking at her face. She watched as he took a small knife from the table and slid it between her hip and the side of her panties. Good Lord. What was he doing now? She'd have to drive home and cross the border without any underwear. The idea both horrified and excited her.

"Did you think that was it then?" He asked, grinning at her with an unholy sparkle in his eyes. He flicked the knife and one side of her panties fell away. "Three strokes and it's over? Now if I came after three strokes, wouldn't you be disappointed? We really need to work on your stamina. I'm afraid we're going to have to start again and see if you can behave yourself this time. Now, spread your legs."

She eased her legs apart, felt another small tug as the knife cut through her panties, and the other side of them fell away. Just the riding crop and her own body's moisture held them in place.

Gently, he removed the riding crop from between her thighs and placed it on the table next to the saddle. Next, he eased her damp panties away from her flesh and brought them to his face. He breathed in deeply and sighed. "Damn, girl. You smell so sweet." He dropped the small pile of damp cotton on the table beside the crop.

Kayla could small her musky essence on both items and she flushed in embarrassment. Now that her lust was sated, she felt shame rearing its head. Had she actually just done that? Masturbated with a riding crop in front of this sexy stranger? He must think she's some kind of nymphomaniac. She buried her head in her arms, and shook her head. What was wrong with her?

"You okay?" He asked, leaning over her, real concern in his voice. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Well, yeah. You did. But in a really good way. I'm just a little shocked at my behavior. This is not like me at all." She said, her voice small and muffled by her arms.

"Katie. Darlin.' You have nothing to be ashamed of." He whispered against the back of her neck. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. The way you just took what you wanted and went for it. I nearly shot my load just watching you."

She lifted her head. "Really?"

"Yes. Really." He proved his point by grinding his hips against her upturned buttocks. His erection in his jeans was like an iron bar against her bottom. "Can you feel that? How much I want you?" He stood up and grabbed her hips with both hands, adjusting her position so he could thrust against her moist folds from behind. His breath hissed between his teeth as he felt exactly how wet she was.
 

"God, I'm going to come," he rasped, sounding shocked.

"Do it. Do it now. I want you to." She sighed, standing up on tip-toes to give him better access to her cleft. "Let me feel you come. Just like that."

"No," he said, but continued pistoning his hips forcefully against her. He let go of one of her hips and reached underneath her to palm one of her breasts through her bra. He tweaked the nipple and made a strangled gasp when he felt it immediately tighten into a hard bud against his rough fingers.

"Oh God. Nick. Please. I can't take anymore foreplay. Forget about the spanking, and let me feel you. I need it." She began thrusting her hips in earnest to increase the friction between them, to help them both climax, but it wasn't enough.

"What do you need? Tell me." He groaned, reaching down to cup her between her thighs.

"I need your cock. I need it inside me. All of it. Hard. Now." She fumbled between them to undo the buttons on his jeans, but it was too late. He'd stopped thrusting against her and moved his hips out of her reach. She nearly screamed in disappointment as he removed his long, blunt fingers from between her legs. They had both been so close. What new torture was he planning now?

"Turn around," he said, his voice rough and commanding.

She didn't hesitate. She stood up and turned to face him, finally. Standing on the stool in front of him, they were nearly the same height. Feeling a bit awkward, like maybe she'd done something wrong, she looked down at the floor instead of at him. What if he was disgusted by her blunt talk. She'd said the words she thought he'd wanted to hear, but perhaps she'd gone too far. It seemed unlikely. He was a prostitute, after all. It was so easy to forget that.

He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Katie. I want to fuck you so bad, you have no idea. I want to bury myself in your creamy pussy until I can't see straight. Do you understand?"

She gulped and felt a new wave of heat spread through her at his direct words. Apparently he was more than okay with blunt talk. She felt her knees go weak and nearly fell back against the table, but he caught her by the waist before she could stumble off the stool. "Yes. I understand. I want that too."

"But first I need to taste you." Roughly, he pushed the saddle behind her to the side and swept the other items to the floor. Then, he unbuttoned her skirt and dragged it down her thighs until she could step out of it. He placed it carefully on the table behind her and lifted her onto it so her lovely legs dangled off the edge.

She flinched as her bottom came in contact with the hard table.

"You're not sore, are you?" He asked, reaching behind her to caress her ass with one hand. "This doesn't hurt, does it?"

"A little bit. But it's okay," she said absently. She was much too distracted by his warm, tanned skin, and her new unlimited access to it to care about the slight twinge of discomfort in her posterior. She trailed both of her hands down from his wide shoulders, across his collar bone, and over his powerful chest. She scraped her short nails over his small brown nipples, and watched in fascination as they contracted.

Stepping between her spread thighs, he caressed those long limbs while looking down at the small patch of reddish hair adorning her pussy. "Look how pretty you are," he crooned, and reached out one finger to trace her landing strip.

Slowly, he sank to his knees before her until his mouth was just inches away from the juncture of her thighs. His warm breath tickled over her moist flesh, and she looked down at him, thinking to herself what an erotic picture they made. Him on his knees before her with his bulging zipper, and her, flushed with pleasure, but still mostly dressed from the waist up.

She bit her lip in anticipation as he gently placed her thighs on his shoulders, so her calves rested on his shoulder blades, and her red-booted feet dangled down his muscular back. Not able to wait anymore, she leaned back on one hand and used her other to guide his head down, exactly where she wanted it. She watched as his tongue flicked out and circled that small patch of hair on her mound and then he shifted to one side to lazily trace one hip bone.

"Do you like that?" He asked lazily, using his thumbs to part her folds, he blew a puff of air over her sensitized flesh and looked up at her.

"Yes," she gasped as he trailed kisses to the other hipbone. "But I want you to lick me now. Right there." she reached between her thighs and circled her exposed clit with one finger. "Please. I can't wait anymore."

She half expected him to tease her some more, but this time he did exactly what she asked. His velvety tongue lapped delicately around her bud as he slowly penetrated her sheath with one large, rough finger.

"Oh. Yes. That's good," she sighed, removing her own finger, she buried her hand in his silky golden hair to keep him in place. "Please. Don't stop." Unable to control herself, she groaned as he added a second finger and slowly began pumping them in and out of her throbbing pussy.

"You’re so tight. I can't wait to feel you around my dick," he whispered against her. He added a third finger as he flicked her clit with his tongue once, twice, and then sucked it gently between his lips.

Kayla felt herself lose control an instant later. Her breathing grew ragged and her hips moved of their own volition in rhythm with his deeply penetrating fingers. As her climax seized her, she clutched his hair tightly and ground herself against his lapping tongue.

As soon as Kayla's sheath stopped convulsing around his fingers, Nick gently disengaged his hand and gave her pussy one last chaste kiss. Looking up at her through the frame made by her creamy, white thighs, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, holding her gaze. "You taste so good, darling. I knew you would. Now, we need to give you a little riding lesson. What do you think?" He grinned at her and slid her thighs off his shoulders.

Kayla released her death-grip on his hair and looked down at him with a dazed expression. "Riding lesson? Umm...No." She shook her head with more enthusiasm than required. Her wig slid out of place and she tugged it back where it belonged. "I seriously don't think I can take anymore. Not without some vitamins, and maybe an IV drip. Why don't you get started without me and I'll take a little nap in the hay over there." She pointed towards the stall she'd been hiding in earlier.

Standing up, he took her hand and placed it on the front of his jeans. "You can have whatever you want, but are you sure you want this to go to waste?" He said, guiding her fingers over his prominent erection.

To her surprise, Kayla actually felt a tingle of desire flicker through her. His cock was incredibly warm and solid under her palm. Despite her recent gluttonous indulgence, her pussy surged with the need to be filled with his hard flesh.

She traced him through his jeans and glanced up at him. He grin was gone and his expression was pained as she toyed with him. "Well, since I'm here an all. Maybe a riding lesson would be okay. What did you have in mind? A nice sedate trot, I hope." She gave him a little squeeze and smiled as he winced.

Without warning, he removed her hand from his package, placed both her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. Sliding both of his hands under her pert buttocks he picked her up effortlessly from her perch on the table, turned and walked toward the stall across the corridor.

"You are about two seconds away from getting the rest of that spanking," he said with a growl as he walked. "After all this foreplay, I'm so horny this riding lesson is going to look more like bronco busting than a sedate trot."

She giggled. She never giggled. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun. Why couldn't she meet a guy like this out in the real world? Probably because guys like this didn't exist there. Just in her fantasy world. Or back home. Certainly not in her corporate world where men were tame, polished, and boring. Not raw and hungry like this cowboy.