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Rodeo

By: Nightwolf



It had been a long week already. Driving across two states, trying to find a place to set up in yet another strange town, getting the horse ready – everything seemed to go wrong. And that was before the rodeo even started. Then three days of competition, only to lose it all on the last day because of a broken strap on my saddle. Now all I wanted to do was pack up, drive out of town and find a cold beer and a warm bed somewhere.

I was packing the trailer when I noticed her in the space next to me; obviously another competitor ready to head home. Rubbing her horse down she looked incredible – tanned skin, long, flowing hair and a lovely face. She was wearing a tight pair of faded denim shorts cut indecently high, and a white shirt tied up to show a lovely midriff. A black hat and boots completed her outfit and all I could do was stop and stare for a moment as she whistled to herself while she worked. God, what a lovely ass... and those legs. My mind was already starting to drift further when she turned and caught me staring. All I could do was blush and try to go back to my own work as she smiled nicely to me, with a glint in her eyes that let me know she caught me.

I spent the next twenty minutes sneaking peeks at her while I finished up with my packing. I could swear she knew I was watching too – once or twice I thought I caught her peeking my way, and it seemed she'd position herself just perfectly when she'd bend over to pick something up; giving me another look at her tight butt and the way the crotch of the shorts disappeared between her legs. Or when she'd raise her arms and her blouse would ride up giving me a glimpse of a black lace bra supporting what looked to be a lovely pair of breasts. Each time excited me even more, my mind filling with lustful fantasies of this girl. Wishing I could fulfill them all. Before I realized it, I had to adjust my jeans – the sight of her combined with my thoughts had already given me a throbbing erection.

Even though I knew nothing would come of it, I wanted to see more; so I made some excuse to myself about cleaning something at the side of the stall. I tried to concentrate on my work enough not to be obvious, but I still stole every glimpse I could of her. She was even lovelier than I first thought. Seemed to have everything I liked all in one package. The thoughts were getting even worse in my head, especially when she dropped a bridle while putting it away and had to bend over to pick it up, only a few feet in front of me. Oh my God... I was transfixed as she slowly leaned down... her legs slightly spread, my gaze starting at those firm calves and moving up... her smooth thighs... and then, that ass in those shorts. I couldn't believe how high they were cut – I could see the bottom of each cheek as they rose up... and then, as I looked closer – oh my... the puffy lips of her pussy were peeking from around the frayed crotch!!! Smooth... full... God, I wanted to be even closer... I was holding my breath as all of a sudden I realized she was looking back at me! Shit! But all she did was grin at me as she wiggled slightly, then stood up and walked around to the other side of her trailer.

That did it – I had to behave before I got myself in trouble. Blushing furiously I went back to work, and tried to drive the image of her like that from my mind. But the continued throbbing of my dick in my jeans let me know how useless that was...

Then her voice brought me back to reality – I turned to see her leaning on the rail separating us, and had to mumble something about not hearing her. Lost in her beautiful eyes, I barely caught her saying something about needing help lifting something in the stall that was too heavy for her. I have no idea what babbled in reply as I followed her, jumping over the rail and walking just behind her as she led the way. My eyes glued to the way she walked as I inhaled the hint of perfume and womanly sweat from her work. She was making some sort of simple conversation as we went, but for the life of me I could barely answer... one half of my mind filled with incredible dreams, the other barely keeping in control, since I knew she just needed some friendly help.


The stall was lit up by the afternoon sun as we went inside, the smell of hay and the outdoors filling the air. Moving to the heavy saddle she pointed out on a hook above, I moved it to the ground and turned to ask if there was anything else. And received the shock of my life, as she moved forward and boldly kissed me. My arms wrapped around her of their own accord as our mouths met; her lips warm beneath mine and the scent of her hair and skin filling me. I could feel every bit of her pressed against me and only hoped she couldn't feel the hardness that sprang back to life in my pants... but then she pulled me even closer and I could feel her grinding slightly against me as her tongue met mine, a soft moan escaping from both our throats.

I have no idea how long the kiss lasted. When she pulled a little bit away I looked down to meet her eyes beneath the brim of her hat. They glittered with mischief and lust as she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, then grinned at me. Then she ground into me again as she said something about seeing me watching her... enjoying it... and not wanting me to think her a tease. Her hand reached up to pull my face back to hers and I kissed her again greedily, not daring to believe my fantasies were actually coming true... One of her legs wrapping around me as our bodies pulled even closer together.

My own arms wrapped tight about her. One reaching down to cup her ass, feeling the firm flesh as it rested on the edge of her shorts and her skin. The other running up her side, her back; sliding beneath the back of her shirt as I held her close. Her hands holding my neck and back as she did the same. Our tongues dueled hotly, teasing and touching as we excited each other more.

I couldn't resist the urge to explore her more. My hand smoothly untying the front of her shirt to bare her lovely tits. The black, lacy bra barely containing them. My kisses began to move down her neck as she moaned softly, while my fingers began to tease and caress her through the fabric of the bra. Nibbling and tasting her skin beneath the ear as thumb and forefinger brought one nipple to hardness, and then the other. Finally unfastening the clasp in front to let those breasts spill into my hands, my mouth moving to kiss and suckle at her throat as my hands brought more moans from her lips.

She didn't stop her own work this whole time either – massaging my neck and shoulders... rubbing her body into mine... it was all incredible to experience. Before I knew it she had one hand rubbing the crotch of my jeans, and I knew that she had no illusions about how hard she had gotten me.... it felt like steel as her hand rubbed at me.

I leaned my head down further as both hands reached down to cup her ass again, lifting her up to meet my mouth as I took a nipple into my mouth. Her legs wrapping around me as our groins rubbed together through the fabric of our clothes. My tongue and teeth nibbling and teasing as the little nub got even harder in my mouth... I was beginning to smell the sweet musk of her arousal and wondered how that pussy was going to feel... my fingers moving lower on her ass at the thought, her voice a soft "yes!" above my head as they slid smoothly under the crotch of her shorts from behind. Mmmmm, it felt so nice.... no panties to get in the way.... the slick and smooth and wet lips already swollen with desire. I moved the tips of my fingers up and down gently as I moved to the other nipple, my fingers spreading the juices seeping from her as I continued to tease moans from her hot body.

Her own hand moved then, unfastening the top snap of my jeans as she slid her hand inside... wrapping around the shaft of my cock as she began to slowly stroke it up and down. My own turn to moan at her as I jumped at the touch. I could feel her fingers spreading the pre-cum seeping from the head around as she got me even harder than I was before. Sliding a finger inside her in revenge, feeling the moist heat as her body grasped at it; both of our crotches grinding to meet the other's touch.... God this woman was hot!

We both knew what we needed now. As she unbuttoned my fly to finally bring my hardness to freedom, my own fingers unsnapped her belt and shorts and slid them down her legs... She lifted one foot free, and as she wrapped her arms around my neck again lifted herself up... my own hands holding her waist as I helped lower her... that wonderful instant as I felt the heat of her pussy just at the head of my cock, the moist hint of what's to come... then sliding smoothly in... her body lowering to meet my thrust. GOD! So hot and tight and wet and smooth.... I couldn't believe it... leaning back to rest my body on the wall as she rode me. Grinding..... lifting up and down.... my hips moving in time with hers. Kissing each other again, tongues even hotter and more passionate than before. One of my hands holding her waist... the other moving back to caress and massage those beautiful tits... the way her cunt sucked me in... my cock like steel inside her... 

This woman looked even more incredible as we fucked... legs wrapped around me, shirt and bra framing her lovely breasts... the way I could look down to see the slightest tuft of hair, and below that the smooth, wet lips of her pussy wrapped around my dick as she slid up and down on it, the glistening juices showing how wet she was. We were both moving faster now... bodies meeting hotly as the sounds of our love filled the air... I turned slightly to improve my balance as she reached up to hold a beam overhead; giving us both the leverage to move even more. Cries and moans filled the air... "fuck me"... "so good".... "Oh yes!"..... who knows which of us said what, but does it even matter?

I moved my fingers to her clit as I began to pound in and out of her even faster... loving how tight and hot she felt as her hole squeezed at me, and wanting to return the pleasure... stroking and teasing as she began to push back harder to meet my thrusts... storing the image in my mind forever as she took all I had... her cuntjuices wet and slippery around my cock and my fingertips.... face flushed with pleasure... her lips moving in and out in time with me... the muscles of her body clenching and moving as she continued to ride me... my balls slapping into her as her passion leaked and dripped down... her nipple hard as my teeth teased it.... her moans and words in my ears as I was filled with the scent of her... the feeling growing in my cock, throughout my body, filling my senses as I fucked this hot, wonderful woman...

Hotter and higher we both rose... barely able to keep my balance as I drove deep inside her with each thrust... thumb moving in circles on her stiff little clit as I brought her closer.... her moans constant now as she pushed back to take me deep, grinding into me as she took her pleasure.... oh God, I didn't know how long I could hold on... finally feeling the spasms fill her body as she cried out... one arm holding her close, grinding my crotch into her as I held myself as deep as possible. The wonderful feeling as she came... her body clenching as she held her breath, shaking, trembling, every little movement reflected in the muscles of her tight hole doing the same to my hardness filling her... she moves again.... bouncing up and down rapidly.... cuming once more, even harder than before as her juices pour out from that sweet pussy... the final gasps as her orgasm continued.... her own pleasure bringing mine closer.... ohyes...ohyes... so close!

But before I could even begin to stroke in and out again, she moved her body from mine... I moaned with frustration, but her hand reached out to meet me.... holding my still-wet cock as she furiously stroked it up and down... oh God yes, don'tstopthatpleasedon't!... at the same time kneeling before me... this lovely lady, her body freshly-fucked and glistening with sweat and pleasure... couldshebeaboutto??? boots and hat and nothing else... taking the glistening head of my cock into her mouth and sucking hard... ohyes!suck itbaby.... tongue teasing me as I moan.... her eyes looking up to meet mine beneath the brim as she jerked me off... pleaseohgodIneedtocum!!!... my own hands holding her hair as I cry out..... struggling to stand.... YES!!!!!!!! I come, so hard, so wonderful... filling her mouth as my cock shoots over and over.... hearing her moan and watching her lips work as her head bobs up and down slightly.... feeling her sucking still as her hands milk my throbbing cock... drinking it all down as I gasp in glorious ecstacy.... her mouth taking me deeper as the final spurts slide down her throat... then pulling away as I feel her licking me clean...

She smiles again at me as she rises to her feet, her lips glistening as I pull her close to kiss her again... still not believing this incredible experience. Taking my hand in hers, she leads me from the stall....

Rodeo



It had been a long day. At work, everything that could go wrong – did go wrong - and all of it fell in my lap. Managing a kitchen, short-handed, on the busiest day I've seen in 2 years has left me with a splitting headache and a 15-second fuse on my temper. As soon as we opened the doors to people standing in line to be served, the day went right into the toilet. Sadly, it took my plans for having hot sex – and dumping my heavily engorged balls into a hot, wet pussy - with it. 

I'm a restaurant owner and have always had strange work hours. Serving authentic Italian food from an accessible location gave us pretty consistent traffic. The food is good so I am usually working when most people are relaxing. Unfortunately, I never have any time to relax myself. Today was supposed to be a light day and I had plans to telephone my favorite booty call and enjoy a couple hours of Hide and Go Eat My Salami. Her name was Lora and she was a fine piece of ass - a 5' 4" package of sheer sexual dynamite with 38D tits, a body that broke hearts on sight and shoulder length black hair I loved to use as reins. About a year older than me, she was a Nubian goddess with an insatiable hunger for white cocks and the men attached to them. It was a profile that fit me perfectly.

Lora came to mind as I began the ride home to my empty apartment and I wondered if she had found something or someone else to do. It was Saturday night; surely she had a number of digits she could dial to have a devastatingly gorgeous escort or captivating sex toy at her disposal. I remembered my last visit – her pouty mouth sucking my cock while I plunged her favorite dildo into her smoking hot pussy. She loved being hammered hard and I loved hearing her moans escalate as her arousal peaked. Mumbling around my rock hard cock, she said, "Yes, fuck me hard and deep!" Those words squeezed my balls and I increased the dildo's speed and shoved it into her pussy until my knuckles hit her clit. She gasped, sucked in her breath – taking my cock with it – and I exploded in her mouth. Groaning loudly and pounding my cock down her throat, I spewed my load. Her throat massaged my cock head as the muscles worked to swallow every drop. Then I heard her convulse in orgasm – moaning and repeatedly squirting cum all over me. Her dripping pussy was so wet and so close to my face I had to taste it. I licked and then sucked the cum still pumping from it. Lora shivered in orgasmic aftershock and I held her until it was over. Afterward, I thanked her as she kissed me and went home. It was a mind-blowing evening and I'll never forget it. 

Smoothly changing gears on my Harley and remembering that hot, sexy time (and several others we spent together in the past), even my headache couldn't dampen my desire. It's been 10 months since the last time I dipped my cock into a sweet pussy, 6 months since I visited her mouth and - I missed it – damn, I missed both. Lora would have been a satisfying distraction and my balls ached at the mere thought.

I heard thunder and looked up. The sky seemed about to open up - and it did. I looked down, realized I needed gas and pulled over to the nearest service station. As I stood under the canopy thinking about the long, soggy ride ahead of me, I noticed I was about 5 miles from Lora's apartment. The hopeful bone between my legs sent a message to my brain, I pulled out my cell phone and punched in "OMG" – because that's what comes out of my mouth every time I shoot my load into her. The phone rang once, twice, then three times and my heart sank. Just as I expected her voice mail to answer, I heard her sultry voice say, "Hello, Big Man!" 

The sound alone grabbed me by the balls and I moaned almost audibly before I managed to stammer, "Hiya, sweetness! How are you?" I barely understood her positive response as I melted from the molten passion assaulting me through the phone. Her voice was soft, low and so smooth it felt like velvet caressing my ears. Almost missing her question about my location and plans, I quickly responded, "I was on my way home, stopped at a gas station down the street from you and wondered - if you were at home - perhaps I could stop by for a visit."

"Sure, sweety. Come on over!" Her response made my cock so hard it hurt as it strained against the zipper in my jeans. Manually adjusting my dick, I finished filling my gas tank and thought about filling her up with cum until her eyeballs floated. Dizzy from arousal, I hopped on my bike and almost popped a wheelie getting out of the parking lot to hold her.

Arriving at her complex in record time, Lora let me in the security gate and I cruised around to her apartment and parked next to her red SUV. She lived on the 3rd floor of a 3-story building with no elevator. Trying to walk up those stairs and make my cock stop trying to escape my pants proved to be an exercise in futility - so, I walked slowly and took several deep breaths to steady myself and prepare for the moment I would lay eyes on her. My heart was beating like a jackhammer with each step up to her caring embrace. At the top of the stairs, I stopped outside her door, took one last breath, reached up to ring the bell and the door opened. She stood before me as sexy as I'd ever seen her with her hair in a ponytail, dressed in a pink baby tee-shirt depicting Betty Boop claiming she could "...go from 0 to Nasty in 4.8 seconds", black short shorts which I'm sure displayed a peek of each asscheek and little fuzzy, white house slippers. The slippers seemed out of character, but hey, she was at home.

Lora stepped into my embrace and my cock tried to choke me. We hugged; then she kissed me with a tongue that promised to dance over the head of my engorged cock until it expelled its load. She took my hand, led me to the sofa where we sat, talked for a few minutes and caught up. Enchanted by her beauty, I watched her perfect mouth form words I didn't hear. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I grabbed her face, dragged her mouth to mine and kissed her until she gasped for breath. Sucking her tongue almost down my throat set fire to my loins. She felt so good in my hands.

Ravishing her tits through her shirt, I reached down and pulled it up and off. I dragged her astraddle my lap and with no bra, her beautiful tits bounced in my face. I sucked each nipple into my hungry mouth and nibbled gently as she rubbed her pussy across my rigid cock. I pulled her close and heard her moan as I cupped her delightfully firm asscheeks. Sounds of increasing arousal slipped from her throat as she kissed my mouth deeply one more time before beginning her descent to suck my cock. 

Unbuckling my belt and unfastening my jeans, she pulled the zipper down slowly. I helped her by standing slightly to move the jeans to my knees and my cock sprang free. It lurched at her head – seeking her mouth – which was bowed as though saying grace over a meal. As she raised her head, my eyes focused on her jet black hair, then her eyes and her radiant smile when they appeared from behind my cock. I stared at her open mouth and sexy pink tongue as they leaned toward the head of my cock. Aroused beyond coherence, I couldn't stand to watch. Closing my eyes, I felt the warmth of her touch as she slowly licked my cock from balls to tip. I almost screamed – I think I did! Then I felt it – she placed each one of her melon-firm tits on either side of my cock. They were like a hot, dry version of her luscious mouth. When she pushed them together and lifted them up ... it happened. A deep, guttural groan rose from my throat when I grabbed her shoulders and hung on as my cock sprayed her tits with hot cum. "Ohhhhhhhh, My Goddddddddddd!" Screaming and swearing in my native German, I grabbed her shoulders, arched my back and fucked her tits until the orgasm that exploded behind my eyes subsided. 

I opened my eyes and saw her sitting there looking down at her cum-covered tits with her mouth open in shock and surprise. When she looked up in disbelief, I smiled, said, "OOOOOPS?" and we both began laughing hysterically. If she had been anybody else, it would have been a truly ugly scene – 8 seconds from first touch to ejaculation. We continued to laugh for at least a half hour while she retrieved a warm, wet towel and cleaned up my cock. Fortunately for me, the beauty of her spirit allowed her to smile and make me promise I would not wait so long to visit next time. That's a promise I intend to keep.



Rodeo



I was listening to this on the stereo the other day and thought to myself how hard it would be to be left time and time again. I would like to thank DanielleKitten for the use of her editing skills on such short notice.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please don't forget to vote and comment. This is only my third submission and I would like to know how I'm doing.

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"It's time, girl!"

God I hate those words. Every time I get him back, I can tell he's just biding his time until he can go back to his one true love. Can't he see how it makes me feel? I know he has to go, he wouldn't be the man I love if he didn't. I just wish sometimes that I could be the one that he's itching to get back to.

"Kiss me goodbye, sugar!"

Kiss him goodbye? Of course I will! I always will...but oh how I wish I was kissing him hello! I walk over to him, reach up and twine my arms around his warm tan neck. I gently pull his head down while moving up onto my tippy-toes and raising my face to meet his. Our lips meet in a soft touch, heat emanates off our close bodies. 

Breath quickens, hearts race, chests heave. Fingers slide up to thread through the tangle of dark curls at the nape of his neck. Mouths change angle quickly, tongues seeking succour only the other can give. We break apart.

"I'll be back soon, darlin'."

He turns to the door and opens it, picks up his worn duffel bag and strides out to his dusty pick-up. Boots clatter down the walk. I watch him open the door to the truck and throw his duffel in the passenger seat.  He shuts the door and walks around to the driver's door. Opening the door, he looks up one final time and sends a wink my way along with a very wicked grin.

"Blow me a kiss, sugar!"

Leaning in the door jam, I blow him his kiss and wave my hand. He doesn't see the lone tear sliding down my cheek. He gets in and starts the truck, pulling away from the curb, away from home, away from me.

I turn and close the door. Walking around the house aimlessly, I find myself walking into the bedroom where we spent our last few hours together. Bed sheets lay in a tangle, the smell of him still lingering in the air from his recent shower. I lie down on his side of the bed and snuggle my face into his pillow taking a deep breath in, remembering our last week. God I miss him already. How can he stand this life? Going from one mistress to another? One city to another? Leaving me here, time and time again?

I get up from the bed, unable to lie there any longer without breaking down and crying myself raw. I walk out of the bedroom, back into the lounge and sit down. I pick up the remote and turn the stereo on low. Garth Brooks croons to me through the speakers. "...broncs and the blood, steers and the mud..." I turn off the stereo, too distressed to listen to Garth singing about the very thing that has taken my heart away from me. I laugh mirthlessly, Mama always told me never to fall in love with a bull rider but I knew better. I close my eyes thinking of him. Tight Wranglers, big buckles, scuffed boots and a Stetson. What more could a girl want? I chuckle wryly.

Lost in memories, I don't here the rumble of a truck pulling up out the front of the house or the jingle of keys in the lock to the front door. Suddenly large, strong hands are lifting me up from the sofa, embracing me. Arms wrapped tightly round me, never wanting to let go. Soft, hot breaths puffing into the curve of my neck, while lips whispered, "I love you, sweetheart." Music to my ears.

I look up into the eyes of my treasured cowboy, my best friend, my lover, my loving husband. "I love you too, babe" I murmur.

He smiles at me with that cheeky grin as he swings me up into his arms, striding off to our bedroom. Standing at the end of the bed, he looks down at me. "I forgot something before I left."

"What?" I ask curiously. Knowing he never forgot anything when he had a ride waiting.

"You!" he said simply before tossing me down onto the bed and following after me. "I forgot you."

Smiling brightly through the tears, I pulled him close and kissed him gently on the mouth. "You can't forget something that's in your heart" I told him, busily working his shirt out of his jeans, anxious to feel his skin under my hands. Grasping his shirt in both hands, I ruthlessly pulled it apart. A girl's got to love those western shirts with the handy little pressed stud snaps. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, they went. 

Lips met once again, tongues searching the dark recesses of each others mouth, trying to devour each other. Hands ran over denim, racing to unbuckle, unzip and undress. Quiet laughter trickled out from his mouth. "Slow down, sweet. It's not Survivor," he said. "We still have time."

Clothes went flying, boots hit the floor. Two bodies entwined, rolling over on the tangled sheets, striving for domination. He won. Pinning me to the bed with his body nestled between my thighs, he raised his upper body and looked down into my flushed face. 

Panting, he slowly lowered his mouth to my nipple, carefully laving it with the flat of his tongue. He raised his head again to look at me, his half-lidded gaze slumberous. He lowered his mouth to my other breast, bathing that nipple too with the flat of his tongue. The heat of his mouth was a sharp contrast to the coolness of my bare breasts.

Chills raced down my spine, my skin raised with goose bumps. My nipples peaked, hard.

His length lay hot and hard against my cleft. Restlessly I roll my hips, anxious to feel him slide inside my yearning heat. He rubs his rigid length over my mound and I can feel the wetness of his excitement mingling with mine.  Slowly he slides into me. I raise my legs to wrap around his waist, running my feet up and down his muscular thighs and calves. He grips the cheeks of my arse, controlling the movement of our bodies. 

"Slow and steady wins the race, sugar!" he grates out as I attempt to quicken his strokes. He's driving me out of my mind with the careful, controlled motion. All the way in, hold it and undulate hips. Slowly out until the head of him almost falls away from me. In again. Out again. Until, Halleluiah, he picks up speed and commences to pound himself into me. 

I raise my mouth to his and kiss him deeply, tongues once again duelling. Nostrils flaring from the effort of sucking in as much air as possible. Soft grunts and moans indicate that our race is nearing its zenith. My hands run up and down his spine, losing traction from the sweat our exertion has created. 

Suddenly I find myself being rolled from underneath to straddling his hips without losing our connection. 

"Ride me, darlin'," he growls, his voice raspy from the tension of holding back. "Ride me, cowgirl!"

So I did. I rode my cowboy with all the determination he shows when out in the ring. I planted my feet either side of his lean hips and placed my forearms on his wide, furry chest, leaning my breasts down for the nipples to brush him with every stroke, a look of studied concentration upon my face.

A strangled sound rose from his throat, while my own voice cried out a victorious shout. I could feel the pulsing heat of him erupting inside me, along with my own. I continued to ride him until we both could not take it anymore. The friction of the strokes feels like electrical currents running through our joined bodies. 

Our breathing quieting, I lie still upon him. His arms wrapping round me in a loose embrace. He rubs his lips back and forth over the top of my head, leaving little kisses in my hair.

"Come with me, girl."

"I couldn't," I say thoughtfully.

"Yes, you can. I'll only be gone for a week this time. It'll be like a holiday." 

I look up, cross my arms on his chest and prop my chin on my hands. He has tucked an arm under his head and is watching my face, studying my reaction to his words. 

"Are you sure you want me around?" I ask a bit resentfully as he has never seemed to worry about leaving me behind before.

"Darlin' I always want you around," he insists. "I used to think if you weren't there, you wouldn't distract me from my rides. Lately though, I find myself wishing you were there and that's more of a distraction. This way, I know you're waiting for me after the ride and not just at home."

The tears I had started to shed earlier came back in force to my eyes. "I thought you didn't want to share that part of yourself with me," I sniffled. "I'd love to come with you." I smile through my tears.

His sunny smile lit up the bedroom. Smacking me smartly on the rump, he shifted out from under me and saunters off to the shower.

"It's time, girl!"

Did I say I hate those words? Suddenly they didn't sound so bad. In fact, I think I could start to like those three words.

Jumping out of bed, I raced to join my cowboy in the shower singing softly to myself, "...It's the broncs and the blood. It's the steers and the mud. And they call the thing rodeo!"

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**Lyrics to "Rodeo" by Garth Brooks. 



Rodeo



The hot July sun was beating down, melting every thing in sight, it was just past noon and coming up on the hottest part of the day. The air was full of dust and tiny bits of straw, hay, and just about any other pice of dried, brown organic matter that grew or was dumped in this part of the country. The young woman stood off to the side of the huge barn door trying to work up the courage to go in. She took off her Stetson and using her shirt sleeve wiped the sweat from her forehead and put the hat back on. She took a deep breath in preparation of entering the barn. Not yet, she stepped back a little and once again took a deep breath.

Each time she took a breath her chest rose up and pushed her tits up pulling the patterned cowboy shirt tight across them. Normally she liked the way that felt pressing against her nipples, sending little ripples of pleasure all the way to her pussy. But today she didn't feel a thing, and as soon as she exhaled, she put her head down and practically charged into the barn and straight down to the other end. She pulled up in front of the table and looked down at the guy sitting behind it. Standing behind him was an elderly man, who, when Cassey stopped in front of them, looked at her over his glasses for a brief second then went back to reading the wad of papers in his hand.

Casey laid two twenty dollar bills and one ten on the table. The young man behind the desk looked at the money they looked at the girl. "What's that for?"

"Ain't that the entry fee for saddle bronc?"

"Yep, that's it, but it ain't going to do you any good."

"Yes, it is Billy, I'm entering the saddle bronc contest."

"No you ain't, women ain't allowed. I give you back ten and you can chase the cans."

"Billy, I ain't chasing the cans! I'm riding saddle bronc. I've done more'n my share of barrel riding and I ain't doing it no more."

"Why don't you read the rules, women can't ride broncs?"

"Doesn't say anything about women not riding broncs."

"Sure does, I read that myself."

"No it didn't Billy, take her money and put her on the list." The judge was a soft spoken man, but when he talked just about everybody in town listened to him. Billy was generally afraid of him, so when the judge told him to do something he would kill himself making sure it got done.

"You sure Judge?"

"You've never read the rules Billy, it doesn't say anything about whether or not a woman can ride saddle bronc. Sign her up."

"Yes sir." And Billy slid the money off the table and into the cash box, "here, sign your name here." He didn't like to lose and now he was surely but Cassey didn't care, she was in! She signed her name and smiled at the judge and literally flew out of the barn. 

Her next stop was by the chutes where the cowboys were drawing names, that is, the names of the horses they'd be riding this afternoon. Casey got at the end of the line and waited, fidgeting and grinning the whole time.

"Hey Cassey, what you don't here? You ain't gonna ride, are you?" And everybody laughed at the man's joke, even Cassey.

"You bet I am, judge says a woman can ride saddle bronc if she wants."

"Shit Cassey, these horses are gonna kill you, you know that, don't you?"

"They ain't killing me, Ben, you maybe, but not me."

Ben laughed, "You wanna know what, Cassey, I been ridin' these damn broncs for years, and the first two or three years I spent more time flying through the air than I did on those damned horses. So what makes you think you can ride 'em?"

"Don't matter, does it? If I get thrown off right outta the chute, well, then, that's the way it goes and that's where you start."

"Okay Cassey, your turn to draw."

Casey put her hand in the bucket and swished it around, although it didn't matter, she was going to get a horse that would be intent upon throwing her across the arena. She handed the slip of paper to the bronc riding judge and he read it off, "Slapping Susie!" And all the guys started oohing and awing, and a few comments were thrown in, "Oh Cassey, that horse is the meanest thing you will ever see," and, "don't nobody get morn' three feet from the chute before that horse sends 'em skyward." And a good many more comments. Cassey tried not to let them see they were making her nervous, but she left for the chutes nonetheless.

Sitting on the top railing with her feet dangling into the arena she watched the barrel races then the kids riding in the mutton busting competition. Cassey always liked this event, the kids were cute in their determination in sticking on the sheep. And they always felt like they were riding like the grown-ups.

She watched a few rides then went over to the chow tent and got something to eat, but she didn't load up because the last thing she wanted to do was get thrown from the horse then sit in the sand and vomit. Finished she went to the porta-potties and took care of business there, and a little more though, the excitement of riding in less than an hour had been building up and most of it was making it's way to her crotch. She finished her business but standing, she couldn't help but play a little with her pussy. She didn't want to go any further that rubbing her lips and then heading over to the chutes, but as usual, she got a little carried away and before she knew it she had three fingers inside her pussy and was busy fucking herself hard and fast while rubbing her clit with the other hand. She heard someone go into the potty next to hers but she wasn't about to stop, she'd just have to be careful to not yell out as loud as usual. Closer than she thought, her fingers were driving in and out of her cunt and she was rubbing her clit hard and fast. Another few minutes of that and she was having a tremendous orgasm. She had to clinch her teeth together practically breaking them to keep from screaming. Although at this point she didn't care if anyone hear her screaming, she just didn't want some cowboy to hear her and recognize her voice. That information would be all over the circuit before this rodeo ended.

Breathing hard, she put herself together and wiping the juices from her pussy as best she could she closed her pants, washed her hands and headed for the chutes.

"Cassey, what are you doing here? Don't you know they don't allow girls in the chutes?"

"Never heard that rule before, Ben. Who's out there now?"

"Anvil, he's getting his ass pounded, don't know what he can't stick closer to the saddle."

"Naw Ben, that's how he gets off. Loves getting his ass pounded."

"How would you know that, Adam?" Cassey chided him.

The whistle blew and the pickup men were right there, Anvil had ridden the full eight seconds, but all that bouncing up and down would cost him points. However, it was still early in the competition and he had two more rides coming.

They called the next rider then Cassey would be riding after him. She could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her. It would take about five minutes to get the cowboy up on his bronc and out the chute, and then he had eight-seconds to stay on the animal. Cassey climbed to the top of the railing to watch. To her it seemed like a lot more than five minutes, before she heard him yell and the gate flew open and for a half second things seemed to just hang there. Suddenly the horse blew out of the chute, did three spins then went straight up in the air. That horse was all over the arena, jumping up, spinning in mid-air, barely touching down before going up again. Watching the cowboy getting whipped around on the back of that bronc was enough to make anyone dizzy and when the eight-second whistle blew, everybody let out the collective breath. The pickup man got the cowboy down and his partner got the bronc rein and lead the horse out of the arena.

The girl was standing on the railing of chute number four while the wranglers got the horse saddled and settled long enough for the rider to get aboard. Slapping Susie was not a bit happy about being here and she was jumping and kicking in any direction she could. Not only that she was using her head to butt anyone that got close enough. Cassey, watching this was began to sweat. She was beginning to wonder if this was something she really wanted to do. Maybe she should have stuck to barrel racing. But then Ben looked up at her with an evil grin and right thing she decided that she would ride this mean-assed horse to the end of the earth!

"Okay, Cassey, anytime you're ready!" Ben was enjoying this more than anything.

Cassey wiped the sweat from her hands on her jeans, adjusted her hat, setting it a little more solid on her head and climbed over the railing. The cowboys helped her into the saddle without the horse crushing her legs against the chute. She got the bronc rein wrapped around her hand, and took a couple of deep breaths, waited a few seconds then nodded her head.

In a split second Slapping Susie was out of the chute and jumping all over hell and creation. The girl was hanging on for dear life with her knees pressed tight against the horse's ribs. The bronc rein was a tight around her hand but she didn't think that was doing to much, however, it was doing more than she thought. She didn't know at what point in the ride that she had her hat in her hand, but she did and she was waving it around. Too many times she had been tempted to grab on with her free hand, but if she did it would disqualify her and that would be the end of that. Right now, with this horse jumping and spinning all over this damned arena it seemed like she'd be riding till sundown. 

Slapping Susie seemed to know more about the timing of the ride that Cassey did, and with a high jump, she did two 190 degree turns before she hit the ground. Half way through this maneuver the whistle went off and this was when Cassey and Slapping Susie parted company, she went one direction and the mare the other. The pick up man was right there and reaching down he got her by the arm and pulled her up onto his horse and turned and raced back to the chutes and dropped her off. She shouted her thanks, and tipping his hat he went back to his position halfway down the arena.

Right now the girl had enough adrenaline running through her veins that caused her to be jumping all over the place, it had been one helluva ride. She caught Ben's eye and he was grinning from ear to ear and giving her a thumb's up. She, with just as big a grin, flipped him off. It always seemed to take forever to announce the number of points a rider got, and she climbed back up on the railing next to the chutes, she was still in constant motion.

Finally, they announced her score. She was eleven points behind the leader and that sent her over the top! She was shouting and screaming, and everybody was hugging her, slapping her on the back, and giving her high fives. But she also felt a few hands land on her ass and tits, which didn't bother her in the least because right now all that adrenaline was pooling in her pussy. She hung around the chutes for a few more minutes but she was getting wetter all the time and very soon every cowboy in the rodeo would see the wet spot growing in her pants.

She couldn't wait any longer and she headed off for the porta-potties and relief, but it wasn't going to be that way. As she passed the feed barn someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into the barn. Before she could do anything Ben was kissing her, deeply, hungrily. Just the thing, she kissed him back just as hard. With her arms around his neck she pulled herself to him as hard as she could, she wanted more than anything right was to feel a hard body against her. More than that, she wanted to feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach, and her nipples were hard as rocks. Waiting time was over. She reached down between them and got his zipper down and his belt and pants opened. She pushed them and his jockeys down as far as she could reach which was far enough. She wrapped her hand around his cock and marveled at its size. It must have been at least seven inches long and damn near as round as a coke bottle. She needed it, right now, and she opened her pants and got the zipper down, then pushing her own pants and panties down to her ankles. She guided his cock into her hot, wet cunt, then got a hold of his ass checks and helped him pound her. She was beyond just quiet moans, she was shouting, "that's it Ben, drive into me, make my pussy scream for mercy! Okay, yeah, that's it, Ben shove that magnificent cock all the way up my pussy, I want to feel it coming out my mouth!"

"Oh yeah! Ben! More, deeper, harder, stretch my pussy! Hard! Ben, I want you to empty your balls into my cunt, I want all your cum!" She was screaming and Ben was grunting and moaning, trying hard, and doing a good job of fucking her like she wanted, but now she was about to cum, he could feel the muscles inside her cunt getting tight and gripping his cock.

"Oh yeah, harder Ben, harder, I'm cumming! I'm chumming, Harder Ben, harder!" And with a long drawn out scream she had the best orgasm she'd ever had in her life. But Ben hadn't squirted yet, and he was giving her a fucking she'd not forget any time soon. Cassey's orgasm was calming down into several after shocks, but the way he was fucking her, she could well have another orgasm before he'd cum. She was right, he continued pounding her, driving his cock balls deep into her cunt. Once again she was cumming and just as hard and fantastic as before. He stiffened and he was shooting his cum deep inside her while she screamed her satisfaction and he moaned and groaned as he kept pumping his cum into her.

Finished, they stood there, kissing softly while their cum slowly flowed from her cunt and down her legs. It was taking a few minutes for Ben's cock to soften and they held it in her for as long as possible before it became to soft and it fell out which released a flood of cum. Not one to waste anything, with her hand she scooped all she could from her legs and licked it off her hand. She had to do that a couple more time to get all of it, but that made her happy. She had to take care of Ben as well, and bending down she licked all their cum off his cock and balls.

Cassey was a never one to settle for a job half done, once she got all their cum off his cock and balls she slide his bit of meat between her lips and slowly began going up and down on his cock. She wanted to deep throat him although it was not something she'd ever done before. Now, though, was as good as time as any and slowly she took him deeper and deeper into her throat. She worked herself up and down, stopping just before her lips came off the head of his cock, then taking his cock all the way in until he was balls deep in her throat. She was building up speed and loving every moment and sensation of giving Ben a blow job. It wasn't long before she felt him stiffen and she gave some very fast throats until he started to cum. She worked his cock until he was shooting rope after rope of cum down her throat. How she loved taking all that cum! When Ben finished pumping all his cum into Cassey's mouth his cock started down again and pulling away from her he saw the crowd at the barn door.

There was a round of applause coming from the doorway and she turned, smiling and giving them all a view of her lovely body in all its naked glory, at least from the waist down. Looking at all those cowboys she was beginning to wonder if she could satisfy this itch in her pussy? By the looks of their jeans, all of them would be more than happy to help her with it. Cassey wondered how long before her next ride?



Rodeo



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Rodeo Girl



I climb into the cab of your truck in front of the rodeo arena gate. You've already gone home to get cleaned up before the Rodeo Association awards BBQ tonight, and then came back to pick me up. I didn't get as dirty as you, since I was only in the announcer's booth, but I didn't win two blue ribbons in the roping competitions, either. But you couldn't tell it by looking at you now. Red hair clean and loose around your shoulders, big silver concho belt draped over the short denim skirt with the frilly bottom that you've dying to wear since you bought it last January. Do I smell a hint of vanilla jasmine? Dressy black cowgirl boots, as opposed to the worn, dusty workaday boots whose heels you drove into the dirt of the arena floor earlier today, bringing you victory. You worked hard for these ribbons, and you're really gonna knock 'em dead tonight.

I'm admiring the view, thinking naughty thoughts about sliding a hand up your bare thigh, when I noticed you've missed the turn. "Hey, wait, you can go up here and turn left to get back to the park." You pat my leg, with a grin that tells me you meant to miss that turn.

Ten minutes later, we're on the highway leading out of town. The last few rays of sun paint fiery reds, oranges and pinks on the tips of the hills. That fire has faded by the time you turn off the highway, onto an unpaved road. This far out in the country, there are no lights, except your headlights. The dashboard glows softy, but they are no match for light from the blue diamonds of your eyes.

It's dark, and this far away from the city lights, the stars are a canopy across the sky. The full moon provides enough light to see by, and you pull the truck into a field. You get out without a word, and walk around to the tailgate. By the time I get out, you've unrolled a few blankets in the open truck bed and are pulling the top off an ice chest. 

"What about the awards?"

"Lynn's the team captain, she can get them for all of us. Besides," you add, looking up from the cooler, "I need a night off."

I realize we didn't need to go to the BBQ, because you've packed an entire picnic dinner for us to enjoy under the stars. A heavy mantle of responsibility has been lifted, and we are free to relax for a change - nobody around and no place to be tomorrow (I love three-day weekends). We sit flat with our backs against the cab, enjoying the food, the music, the wine and the company. We leave the pass-through window open so we can hear the radio. I pull you up for an occasional slow dance right there in the bed of the truck, when the right song comes on, holding you tight as you lean back in my arms. After the food is gone, we sit side by side, holding hands and laughing at the stars.

I wonder if the wine is beginning to take effect on you, as you lean your head on my shoulder, and your body sags against me. With my arm around you, I reach around and lightly rub your neck and twirl strands of hair around my fingers. The dangly, sparkly earnings are fun to toy with, too. You alternatively purr and chuckle appreciatively.

There's a hand on my chest - how'd that get there? Hey, you're pretty good with those buttons. Soon you have my shirt open to my stomach and are running your fingers through the hair on my chest. I can feel your leg increasing pressure against mine, until you swing it over, boots knocking, as you turns on your side towards me. That's when I notice you've already undone all but one of the buttons on your blouse. Are you wearing anything under there? I slip my hands into the thin white fabric, pausing to demolish that last button, and massage your shoulders as you run your fingernails up and down my sides, giving me goose bumps.

The next thing I know, you've got my belt buckle undone and are working on the buttons of my Levis, palming and scratching the growing hardness under the fabric. I reach for your waist, slipping my fingers under the waistband of your skirt, but you gracefully push my hands away, replacing them at shoulder level. It becomes apparent that you are driving, and right now I'm just along for the ride.

I try to make this easier, so I sit on the side of the truck while you kneel before me on the blanket, your blouse still loose around your shoulders. You realize that the pants won't come off without taking the boots off too, so off slip the boots. You finally have the fly unbuttoned, and you reach inside. Trying to make sure everything's there? Yep, all there and then some. You move forward between my legs, and tongue the base of my neck. Working down, kissing my chest, pulling the remaining shirttail out as you go, sucking hard on each nipple, causing little electric surges in each one. My wrist is lightly draped over your shoulder. Every time I try to become a more active participant, to catch a feel of a soft 36D, it is gently replaced and you move back to the top of my chest and start working down all over. This is worse than being tied up, much more agonizing, but sexy as hell.

Off come my jeans and boxers with a single fluid motion. You move in closer between my legs, reaching up for a lingering kiss, pulling my head into yours. I am rock solid against your stomach, caught between us as you grind your torso into mine. You place your hands on my thighs and move down again, stopping mid-way down. You lean back a little, taking a tit in each hand, massaging them and bringing them to full attention (you know I love to watch you do that). You move in closer, and place my cock between them, pressing them together and pinching your own nipples at the same time. As you move up and down, your eyes locked in with mine. You know how good this feels. You allow me to remove the rest of your blouse, sliding it off your shoulders. After a minute or so of your ministrations, you break our gaze, look down and begin flicking your tongue over the head as it comes out the top of your breasts, taking just a little more each time. I have one hand intertwined in your hair, the other is holding on to the edge of the truck so I don't fall off.

After a few minutes, your knees must be tired, because you sit on the truck floor, still between my legs, the point of your boot rubbing against my bare calf. You lift your wine glass, taking a drink and shaking out your hair. I sit very still in anticipation for your next move. You dip a long finger into the wine, and begin to paint my cock with it. It's a little cold, but it is replaced by the warmth of your tongue, as you lick it off. You repeat, covering me again with wine, licking and sucking every inch until it's clean, your tongue knowing where all the most sensitive spots are and giving them special attention. Finally, you engulf me, with deep, slow strokes, sucking from base to tip, your tongue curling around actively as you move up and down the shaft.

I lean back, and the stars wink happily at me. I laugh to myself as I contemplate the metamorphosis of the day: six hours ago, you were covered in dust and dirt, an ass-kicking champion rodeo roper, then you became a lady, dressed to the nines, clean and soft, transformed by moonlight into an angel, taking me to heaven. The increased pressure with the flat part of your tongue sends a shiver up my spine, and confirms my assessment.

You can feel as my hips involuntarily begin to dance against you, and you retreat. Not time for that yet. You stand up, magnificent breasts in the moonlight, and pull me to my feet. You walk over to the cab, and I lift you and sit you on the roof. We kiss passionately, holding, searching, rubbing, groping. You turn your head to the side and I run my tongue all the way from your earlobe to your collarbone, sucking and kissing the soft skin of your neck, knowing it drives you wild. I can hear you breathing heavier. You wrap one leg around me and pull me close. As I blow in your ear, I run my hand around your denim hips and up your leg....Hello, you're not wearing panties under that cute skirt. Naughty girl! No panties, no bra - I'm beginning to think you may have planned this.

I push you back, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, throwing your head back and whipping your long red hair around. Lick and a whisper in your ear: "I want to make you........ scream." You shiver and giggle.

From your chin, I move down your throat - kisses with a little tongue and a touch of nibble. I begin kissing my way down your body, stopping whenever you giggle or squirm. I finally reach the valley between your cleavage. I press them together with my hands, and turn my attention to each in turn, swirling my tongue around each nipple, closing my lips around them and pulling them taut. I move down further. Your stomach is very ticklish! But I nuzzle and lick my way down further.

I am now faced with a decision - rip your skirt off, leaving you naked in the breeze, or leave it on, as just a little enticement, just a little bit more risqué. I opt for the latter.

I drop down low, almost to your knees. I run my hands up the backs of your legs, and squeeze your hot, tight ass. Your fingers are turning wild circles in my hair, urging me on. Then I begin to trace up the inside of your thighs, licking, kissing, and tickling as I go, until the frilly edge of your skirt completely covers my head. You put your boots on my shoulders, brushing my back with your heels.

I move in close, breathing in your wonderful scent, and exhaling hot breath onto your hotter pussy. You're legs fidget, and I feel a boot in the back of my head, pulling me in. I run the edge of my tongue along the creases of your legs, and softy over your lips. You probably can't hear me as I whisper things into your pussy, my lips against yours. I want to taste you. Lick, nibble. You are so hot. Kiss. You must be able to hear me, as both legs are now wrapped around my head, and I can hear your soft whimper through the denim.

With the broad flat of my tongue, I spread your lips apart. There is plenty of moisture already, so I don't need to add any extra wetness. I go to the bottom and lick up, stopping with only the lightest touch on your clit. Repeat as necessary (and encouraged), until I finally take your clit between my lips, suckling that hard jewel as I did your nipples. You moan and arch, singing out to the night. As I continue my attention, I slip a single forefinger into your moistness, crooking it slightly in a "come here" motion. I can't quite reach it, and you know it And you want it.

Reluctantly, you remove your legs and push me back. You stand and turn around, bending over the roof of the cab. How does that cold metal feel against you nipples? However, anything cold immediately warms with the heat you are giving off. You wiggle your ass at me, and I move back in. A single finger, soon joined by a second type on the inside wall off your abdomen. I find that certain spot, the wide fleshy one, and stroke it with my fingers, faster, harder, you're pushing back into my hand, trembling, shaking, cooing. "YES!"

I subsides and you're ready for more. "Ride me." I stand behind you. Even when you wear your boots, I'm still a little taller, and angle is everything. I place the tip of my cock at the entrance to your hot velvet. You push back again, and I fill you, deeper and deeper, slower and slower, inch by inch. I begin with easy slow strokes, but you have your own rhythm in mind. You begin to pound back into me, harder and harder until your feet are leaving the floor of the bed. Slamming, bucking. I figure the best thing I can do is stay very still, and let your motion carry you, but I'm afraid you'll knock me over. I grab a hold of the concho belt still around your waist and hang on, our hips thrusting in contrary motion. This is no eight second bull ride, but I'm holding on for dear life, letting your passion take us along. Scream it out into the night, baby, there's no-one to hear you but me. Faster, harder, tighter. I reach around to finger your clit, which really sets you bucking. Yesyesyesyes. Our bodies lock, tensed together. You scream your release loud and long into the night. In the distance, a coyote howls an answer back. We collapse into a heap of blissful exhaustion and laughter. 



Rodeo Riders



He was walking through the stalls of the cattle for the rodeo when he saw her... and he was definitely not the only one to see her! That girl was turning heads as she walked along, and she didn't even seem to notice the effect that she was having on the horny rodeo men... her long tanned legs ended in short cowboy boots, and you could travel back up them to the Daisy Dukes that were barely covering anything. Tan, smooth midriff and... oh dear god his favorite! The undersides of her large breasts were falling out of the bikini top that she was wearing, those two clothe triangles were never meant to support anything as large as those beauties, perky as they were! Hell, he didn't know if those could support ANYONE's tits, no matter what size they were.

There was nothing better than a peek at the underside of a girl's boobs though, he loved it when they flashed 'em in public. Although he knew that some people thought it was trashy-looking, he just thought it was hot to see a part of a girl that you didn't usually get to see. All the girls showed off their cleavage and the tops of their boobs, whoop-de-doo... he'd rather get a look at the underside. There was something much more vulnerable and erotic about that.

Before any of the other guys in the place could get themselves together to step forward, he was walking towards her with his charismatic grin on his face. The other guys saw him and shook their heads, knowing that they didn't even want to bother trying to compete with him... if there was ever a man to love the ladies it was Cowboy Dan.

"Howdy darlin'," he said, his southern accent drawling as he looked her over, "You need some help?"

"Well Howdy cowboy," she didn't have the southern accent, which was too bad, but he liked the looks of her anyway, "I was just lookin'."

"Well then Miss," he said, pausing to give her to chance to protest that she was a "Mrs.", just in case, "My name's Dan and I'd be happy to show you around."

"Hello Dan," she held out one hand, "My name's Daisy."

Of course it is, he thought, there wasn't another name that could fit her better.

He spent the rest of the afternoon showing her around the corral, introducing her to people but making sure that she didn't get to talk to any of the guys long enough to really get to know them. It didn't take him much longer than a dinner where he kept her entertained and laughing to know that he was definitely liked this gal. So he offered to take her around the stables, hoping that she might be as interested in him as he was in her.

Up in the hayloft there was a saddle waiting, just at the right height for bending a girl over it and taking her from behind. The cowboys always had something like it set up at every stop they made, just in case someone got a chance to use it. Fortunately no one else was using it at the moment, and Daisy's eyes lit up the moment she saw it.

"Well yee-haw cowboy," she drawled as he pulled her into his arms. She was soft and fresh smelling, just the way a country gal should be, her big boobs flattened against his hard chest and he caressed the soft flesh of her back with callused fingers. Sliding them up to her bikini, he untied the thin strands that were all that was holding the little triangles up, pulling it to the side and tossing them away. Pushing her back against the saddle so that she was leaning against it, he began to squeeze and suck on her breasts as nimble fingers undid the buttons going down his shirt. Her fingers slid it off of him as he reluctantly let go of her breasts to get his arms out of his shirt. Immediately he was back though, squeezing the large mounds of flesh and sucking on her nipples as she sighed with pleasure.

As he pulled down her shorts he realized that she had an all over body tan... little minx was sunning herself naked outside! Hot damn he wished he'd been able to see that... his dick was rock hard and pulsing inside his tight jeans. Fortunately she was already loosening the waistband and pulling them down. Both of them were just down to their cowboy boots, which was just the way Dan liked it. Although she obviously wanted to get her mouth around his swollen dick, he lifted her up onto the saddle and buried his face in that gorgeous tan pussy, completely shaved and hairless.

Daisy moaned and leaned back, one hand in his hair as he expertly ate her out. Her legs went over his shoulders as she pushed her pussy forward on the saddle, allowing him even better access as he licked up and down her sweet slit. His hands slid up her waist to her boobs, caressing them and pinching her rosy nipples. She shuddered against his mouth as his fingers closed on her nipples, little waves of pleasure traveling from her breasts down to where he was licking at her pussy. Dan nibbled along her pussy lips, gently toying with her pink insides, sliding his tongue into her hole and wiggling it. 

Humping his face, Daisy put both hands on his head, riding him on the saddle as he lashed at her pussy with his tongue, sliding it upwards to flick her clit and making her moan loudly. Damn but he liked it when a girl was vocal, and Daisy was moaning at every single thing he did to her. Getting a firmer grasp on her nipples he tugged on them like he was milking a cow, and she responded with a shudder and a louder moan.

Dan couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her forward while she shrieked at the sudden movement, turning her over the saddle so that her ass was right at the right height, positioning his dick at her pussy and shoving in with one thrust. Daisy was so wet and ready for him that she took it, humping back and squealing energetically as he began to ride her like he would one of the bulls. Up and down, pushing her hard against the saddle, his hands in her hair like it was reins, pulling her back against his thrusting dick. 

Her large breasts rubbed against the smooth leather of the saddle, the smell of leather, sweat and hay filling her nose as the well endowed cowboy plowed her field. Dan pushed and heaved behind her, filling her tight pussy with his dick, pulling out almost to the tip and then shoving back in. She was so tight and wet, her body both accepting and pleasuring as they moved, her hips moving back up against him as much as the saddle allowed.

Leaving one hand wound up in her hair, pulling her head back, he put the other on her delicious ass, squeezing the firm flesh and caressing her thighs. Daisy moaned and wiggled back against him, her flesh jiggling as she moved. Reaching forward he found her clit with his fingers and started rubbing the sensitive nubbin, grinning as she pushed back towards him even harder, her soft ass cheeks pressing against his groin. 

"That's right cowboy... Ride me... OOOoooo that's good..." she moaned as he thrust back and forth, his fingers busy against her swollen pussy, his dick filling her up inside. Dan was rather interested in her little pink winking rosebud, but he wasn't sure she'd go for anything there. Still... might as well try a little something. This was one hell of a cowgirl.

Abandoning her clit, which was already afire she was so close to orgasm, he pulled his hand back to her ass and began pressing one wet finger against her crinkled rosebud. Daisy howled ecstatically as the thick digit pressed into her ass, both holes tightening over him and Dan grunted with lust as he realized just what a dirty cowgirl Daisy was. As his dick swelled up inside her Daisy started cumming, her clit starting the fire that spread through her full pussy and into her invaded ass. Bucking back against him, she squealed as his hand in her hair pulled her back roughly, slamming her full of dick and finger as he started to cum, pulsing inside of her pussy as the white froth filled her up.

They collapsed onto the saddle, Dan on top of her with his dick firmly lodged in her pussy even as it shrank. 

Daisy looked over her shoulder at him, "So cowboy, you got anywhere you're spending the night?"

"Well I can think of a place..." he said as he gave her his best cowboy grin.

That night Daisy sat front and center, cheering him on as he won the Rodeo. Whooping and hollerin' he ran over to her at the end.

"Sweetheart, you are some good luck for me!" he crowed, "You better be stickin' around for awhile!"

"Why that's the sweetest thing anyone's said to me in weeks!" she laughed, "I'd love to!"



Rodeo Sex



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'Good morning Paris,' Erin Verdose said as she answered the door to find Paris Ryder standing outside the door. 'I'm sorry but if you are looking for Keira then she's gone for the day. She's out with her father and won't be back until tea time. I can pass a message if you want,' she added.

Paris shuffled his feet uncertainly. 'Actually, it's you I wanted to speak with and I think that had best be done in private. Can I come in please?' he asked.

'Oh, well, yes, if that's what you want,' she replied surprised.

Paris knew the house and he walked through to the lounge room where the 90 inch screen TV was situated. 

'I know this seems a little unusual but I have something to show you that you should see and I think you should sit down,' he said turning on the TV and closing the curtains making the room darker. 

Erin started to feel distinctly uncomfortable as she sat.

Paris sat to her side so he could see her reaction. 

The screen lit up, the first images of young people, some of whom Erin knew dancing, and partying.

'This is last Saturday, I'm the camera man' Paris noted quietly. Erin nodded her head in uneasy acknowledgement.

The picture opened with the well-known introductory tune and scenes from mission impossible. Then it cut to a picture of Mick Tarrant talking to Paris and two other boys. The camera zoomed to Mick who looked directly into the lens. 'Your mission, should you accept it, is to work this arrogant bitch over on Saturday night so I can fuck her. Everyone is over 18 so it's all legal if not above board.' The boys laughed as Mick threw some pictures on the table.

'Ooooh my god. How can you...? You can't possibly?' Erin cried in horror as she stared at Paris and recoiled in shock as she saw the heartless smile on his face. She could feel herself trembling as she turned to look at the TV screen.

The picture was at was later that evening at a party. 'There was a sound as the doorbell rang. The picture followed Mick Tarrant as he opened the door.'

Erin stiffened as she saw her daughter Keira and a couple of other girls at the entrance. Keira looked stunning; as she always did. Long brown hair hanging down the small of her back, one tuft bleached blond, her ID. She had a flower in her hair and, as seemed to be normal, a beaming smile on her pretty face. 

'Woohoo,' she laughed raising her hands in the air as she stepped into the house. Erin, not for the first time, admired her daughter's beauty. The face a classical beauty, the body young, taught, full C cup breasts bouncing seductively, unencumbered by a bra as she wore a simple white blouse tied below her breasts. Bare midriff and skimpy red hipster mini-skirt. She had a stud belly button piercing, red open sandals and her matching red lipstick, finger and toe nails completed the stunning picture of youth, vitality and beauty.

Erin watched the screen as Paris started to zoom in on her cleavage. Then Keira's hand covered the screen and her laughter could be heard. 'hahaha, you wish, only in your dreams Paris,' she said bouncing past him and her ass was seen in full HD as Paris focussed on her tight derriere as she greeted her friends.

The screen cut to Mick Tarrant as he got Keira a drink. His face filled the screen, eyes wide, big grin as he showed the beer label; He'Brew 10%. 'For the girls,' he said to the camera and his laughter was joined by his pack mates Stan Ireland and Paul Poole.

The camera followed as Mick gave Keira and Kathy Williams the high alcohol beer. He turned to the camera and gave a thumbs up as they took their first drink, laughing and chatting with the guys.

Erin watched silently as the party continued. She was dismayed as she watched Keira and Kathy quickly succumb to the effects of the high alcohol content. Like a game, every time the boys got the girls another drink they lined up the empties as a scoreboard. Initially the girls were on a high, dancing, laughing and full of life and excitement and the boys fuelled their excitement. Then gradually their words became slurred and they were unsteady on their feet. The more intoxicated they became the more predatory the boys' behaviour. The boys operated as a pack, isolating the two girls as their behaviour increasingly became suggestive, the jokes increasingly crude and sexual.

At one point Erin turned and glared at Paris as on the screen Mick lined up the dozen bottles the girls had consumed, pushed his tongue out and mimicked giving oral sex. 

'Bastards, are you proud of yourself? This is my daughter,' she spat at him. 

His only response was to smile at her as she turned back to the screen.

She bit her lip as she watched the girls led down the slippery slope to helplessness. The clock went forward an hour. 

'Piss, ooooh gottta have a piss Kath,' Keira said taking Kathy by the arm. The boys laughed as the girls staggered towards the toilet and it was all they could do to stay upright. 

Erin fought back tears as she watched the girls stagger drunkenly to the toilet. Paris turned the camera back to the boys. 'Ok, they are fucking brain dead, now the fun starts. Did I not tell you that this is going to be a night to remember. Lambs to the slaughter; or prime pussy prepared just the way I like it, hot, tight and wet,' Mick said laughing directly into the camera. And so Erin watched in morbid fascination as the girls staggered out of the toilet. 

Erin choked back a sob as she watched the boys guide the girls through the house to a casual room. The room was in semi darkness, just enough light for mood but at the same time allow Paris to clearly capture the activities. The room was built for numbers and had a variety of lounges with large, bed size cushions and a variety of small ones. Quickly the boys pulled all the cushions from the lounges, piled them in a circle on the floor. The girls lay on the large cushions; Mick beside Keira and Paul and Stan either side of Kathy.

Mick winked at the camera as Paris zoomed in on him, his smile lop sided and cynical. 'Ok,' he said. 'Let's get this party started,' he said and reached into a bag. Erin closed her eyes briefly as she saw Mick open a small tin. She knew a joint when she saw one. The boys each took one, laughing. Mick lit the joints and the boys sucked in.

Erin almost wept with relief as Mick offered Keira a joint and she refused. 'I don't sshhmoke,' she mumbled. 

Foe a few moments the room was in silence as the joint was passed around. The camera quickly focussed on Kathy who had no qualms about taking a couple of deep drags from the joint Paul offered.

'Godd, lasht time I tried one of these I got sooo bloody hot nnn horny,' she muttered to no one in particular, her words slurred, as she had another drag. The comment followed by audible chuckles from the boys who smiled at each other. Paul and Stan crowded Kathy as the minutes ticked by. Mick lit another joint and passed it around.

Then Mick went to work on Keira. Taking a deep drag on the joint he shifted his body partly over hers and lowered his weight onto her, pinning her beneath him. Pressing his lips to hers he waited for her mouth to open before blowing the smoke into her mouth. They held the kiss and laughed together as their lips slowly parted. The first tears slowly trickled down Erin's cheeks as she watched her daughter succumb. 'Now that wasn't so bad was it?' he said mocking her. It was only a small step into the unknown, but the barrier was broken. The picture zoomed in on Keira as she laughed with Mick. Erin could feel the tension in her body as Mick put the joint into Keira's hand. The picture was compelling as, for what seemed an eternity Keira just held the joint, her eyes flicking between Mick's face and the joint. 

Then her face filled the screen as she placed the end between her lips. The tip briefly glowed red as she took her first tentative drag. She held the smoke then gently blew it out. There was no expression on her beautiful face as she took a few breaths. Erin dropped her head into her hands as Keira took a longer, deeper drag, more confidently sucking in the mind altering drug. Already under the influence of the alcohol she was hit with a euphoric high.

'God, that'shh goood,' she crooned taking another drag. Her sense of feeling, awareness, place and propriety quickly dissipated.

There was a sound of laughter from her left and Keira looked towards Kathy. 'Oooooh,' the sound escaped her lips as she saw Stan and Paul relieve Kathy of her T shirt. For a moment her naked breasts spilled free but then she fell back and was covered by Paul and Stan as first Paul eagerly started fondling a breast while Stan took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing the bud. 

Keira was now in a state of bliss, floating in a drug filled state she was virtually unaware of what was happening around her, her libido raised to levels foreign to her. As Mick kissed Keira he slipped the knot on her blouse. Resting his body on hers he kissed her again and when he drew away from her she was totally oblivious to the fact that the cloth of her blouse had been pushed aside and her gorgeous breasts were bare. 

Erin buried her face in her hands. She could feel her body trembling with fear. 'Oh my god, no, Please god, no.' Erin cried as Keira's breasts came into view. 'I've seen enough. I don't want to see any more. Turn it off,' she said emotionally to Paris.

'No, you need to see all of this, it gets better,' he said callously.

Erin was numb with shock as she watched her beloved daughter being compromised. Her eyes were fixated as Mick leaned back, a broad smile on his face displaying Keira's breasts in all their glory; and they stood proudly, her nipples in puckered buds. Keira's eyes were drawn to movement beside her. Kathy groaned as her remaining clothes were stripped from her. So mesmerised by Kathy, Keira never even noticed the moment when Mick gently cupped her breast, fondling the firm tit as he rolled her nipple between thumb and fore finger or when he took a nipple in his mouth, stretching and nibbling the glorious bud.

Keira's response was an encouraging moan of pleasure as he continued to fondle her.

Through her drug filled haze Keira looked across at Kathy. She felt a flush of arousal as she saw Paul and Stan rip their pants off, their cocks hard and erect and there was an intensity in their movements as they crawled to Kathy. Then Keira went numb, she couldn't move, her eyes were transfixed as she watched Kathy take Paul's cock in her mouth. She was hot, her mind burning, her body was sweaty and her heart rate was pounding as she watched Stan spread Kathy's legs wide. For a moment she could see Kathy's cunt, the long pink slit prominent and it registered that Kathy shaved most of her pubic hair; then she couldn't suppress a moan of desire as she watched Stan put his head between her legs and start licking her cunt to moans of pleasure from Kathy. It was all Keira's mind could handle as she watched the scene unfold barely feet from her and when she reflected later she swore to herself that she had no idea that Mick and Paris ever so gently removed her thong.

Erin let out a choked groan as she saw Mick drop a hand between Keira's legs, watched in close up HD as his fingers trailed gently up and down her slit. She willed Keira to react and was thankful when Keira stirred.

'Whaa...whaaat are you doing?' she mumbled uncertainly.

'What do you think I'm doing?' he laughed, enjoying the chase as he parted her legs, ran his hand over her bare cunt before slipping a finger inside her. He was pleasantly surprised to find her well lubricated.

For a moment Keira was quiet, a puzzled look on her face as she wasn't expecting a question. 'Umm, I thiiink yoou are playing with my pussssy.'

'That's right, I am,' he said as he started sliding his finger over her clit. And she shuddered with arousal as he rubbed the super sensitive bud.

'Oh,' she said, her mind befuddled. He had agreed with her. 'I donn think yoou shood be doing that,' she said uncertainly.

'Of course we should,' he said and she didn't know how to answer. 'Look at Kathy, she's enjoying herself, you don't want to miss out do you?' he said and she turned to look at Kathy just as Stan covered her and Keira had a perfect view as Stan thrust his cock into her willing cunt.' 

'Mmmmmmmm,' was all the noise she could make as she kept sucking Paul.

Erin covered her face with her hands as Mick made a show of stripping. His cock hard and throbbing as he positioned himself between Keira's legs and put the head of his cock into the warm pouch.

'Ohhhhhhh,' she moaned. 'Your cock is pushing into my pussy,' she said uncertainly.

'Of course it is, that's where guys put their cocks, they go into cunts nicely,' he said and they all laughed.

Keira was confused, she struggled to think clearly. She knew something was wrong but wasn't sure what. And Mick was covering her, she could feel his cock gently pushing at the entrance to her pussy. It felt nice and she could hear the moans of pleasure from Kathy and both boys next to her.

'It'ssss going in,' she said as Mick pushed the head of his cock inside her and let out a groan of satisfaction. 

'Oh, ummm, ahh, ahhh, ahhh,' she moaned in unison with Mick's thrusts as he started pumping his cock into her hot cunt. Then settled into a steady rhythm.

There was little noise for some minutes as both girls were on their back; Mick and Paul totally engrossed in fucking them. Paris had captured the scene and mood as he panned in and out, caught both girls facial expressions through the various stages of sex and caught some absolutely detailed close ups of Mick's cock ploughing Keira's dripping cunt. He caught the moment that Keira's arousal started to head towards climax. Her facial features changed and her head slowly turned from side to side, her breathing becoming shallow and quicker as she started making small noises,

Mick was not far off cumming himself. 'Rodeo sex?' he stated more than asked as, never breaking his rhythm, his face broke out into a wide grin.

Erin looked quizzically at the screen, she had never heard the term before.

Keira was lost in her feelings as her body was rapidly being consumed by her passion. It was a momentary interruption as Mick rolled her on top. But she was on a path and it only took a second before she adjusted, rhythmically fucking his rigid pole.

'Quick, on my hand,' Mick said as Paris picked up a bottle of lubricant and squeezed a healthy dollop all over his fingers. As Keira fucked him he reached around behind her, rubbed some around her anus.

'Oh!,' Keira gasped as she felt him slip one then two fingers into her tight asshole. 'Aaah she sighed as he worked his fingers in her ass as she rode him.

Erin watched uncertainly as there seemed a flurry of activity. Paris had given the camera to Stan and Stan worked the angle, catching both sex acts and also Paris as he ripped his clothes off; his erection larger than Mick, jutting out prominently. 

'Hurry,' Mick urged. 'She's not far away.'

Paris grinned at the camera as he poured lubricant over his hand the camera focussed on his cock as he stroked his cock, spreading the lubricant over every inch of his throbbing meat.

Erin was fighting the bile in her stomach as she watched Paris kneel down behind Keira.

At that stage Keira was on the edge. 'Oh, oh,' she gasped and they could see her quicken her pace as she slithered up and down his pole.

'Ready,' Mick said and Paris put the head of his cock at the tight entrance of her virgin asshole.

'Nooooo,' wailed Erin as she watched the horror unfold. 'Oh god please, this is my little girl, please no.' 

Keira was lost in her own world. Initially it didn't register that someone was behind her and that something was pressing her ass seeking, forcing entry. Then it didn't matter as her head went back as the waves of an orgasm exploded in her cunt and surged through her body.

Keira's eyes opened wide and she screamed in agony as Paris' cock ripped her sphincter apart as he rammed the full length of his eight inch cock into her ass in one brutal thrust. 

'Nooooo, oh god nooooo,' Erin screamed in despair as she watched Paris ram his cock into Keira's asshole and heard Keira's agonised scream.

'Yeah, ride the bitch Paris,' Mick laughed.

Erin flew at Paris trying to hit him but he was ready for her and quickly subdued her. She sank to the floor sobbing. "Keira, my baby, she's my poor baby,' she sobbed watching the scene unfold before her.

For Keira her ass was in agony and her cunt spasming in pleasure; the pain and pleasure contrasting, combining, becoming as one, forming an unlikely alliance, merging to a feeling of mind blowing ecstasy. It was not that she was taken to another level; her body exploded to another universe as the waves of pure ecstasy engulfed her.

Initially everyone was uncertain at the intensity of her scream but they never stopped fucking her and all laughed in unison as her scream was followed by a long 'yeeesssssssssssssssssssssssss,' then as Paris continued to pound her ass with long strokes as they revelled in her moans of pleasure 'ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm.'

Erin sat dumbfounded at the change in Keira's cries which in many ways made her more depressed.

Mick couldn't hold back any longer and he came inside her with a grunt of satisfaction. Keira continued to rock her pelvis, trying to get every bit of pleasure from Mick's cock. 

'Moooorrrre, mooooorrre, moooorrrre, yessssssss,' she moaned as Paris pounded her before it was all too much and he pumped a load of sperm into her abused ass.

Erin read the caption on the screen and felt sick: rodeo sex, ram your cock up her unsuspecting ass then ride her as long as you can until she bucks you off.

Erin sat numbly on the floor as the video came to its conclusion. 

Tears were still running down her face as she sobbed 'How, how can you do such a thing? How can you be so callous, so uncaring? She's a person, a beautiful girl, she's my beautiful baby, how can you do something like that? You have parents, you have family, why oh god why? You're sick, you need help. I don't understand, I just don't understand,' she said then broke down sobbing.

Paris stood over her as she fought to regain some semblance of composure. He helped her to her lounge seat where she sat bowed, with her face in her hands, sobbing.

'Yeah, I understand what you must be feeling at the moment. You are a mother, and I know you have a special close relationship with your daughter. After what she has been through she's fragile and I guess you would do anything to protect her now, isn't that so?' he said placing a consoling arm around her and it was all she could do to nod in agreement. 'So I'm here to make you an offer to help.'

Erin looked at him uncertainly and her mind went blank in disbelief as he continued. 

'I have copies of the video that you have just seen. Of course I have pixeled out the boys' faces. If I post that to my "friends" on Facebook then by the time we go to bed tonight it will go viral all over the US, through Europe, as far as Australia even; more importantly, just about everyone at college and this town. How do you feel Keira would react? Do you really think Keira could survive that? No, I wouldn't think so. So babe, I don't want to see her suffer any more harm so I'm here to make you an offer. I can cancel the video on Facebook if you wish. So babe, what's your daughter worth? You've got two minutes to agree to let me fuck you or it goes viral tonight,'

'WHAT? After what you've just done? You can't be real. There is no way I'm going to agree to that. I'm married you can't expect...' she screamed at him then slumped forward sobbing again. 




Rodeo Sex



'It's now 90 seconds,' he said matter of fact.

'OH GOD HELP ME PLEASE,' she screamed into her cupped hands as she covered her face.

'You're shit, disgusting shit,' she spat at him seething with hate. Her mind was in turmoil; frantically she searched for a way out but there was none. She felt the world closing in on her.

'One minute babe,'

Erin stood and glared at him. 'Once, only once. That's all I will agree to. You can have your way then I want you out of my life and out of Keira's life. That's the last I want to see of you, you fucking asshole.' And she was unnerved as he calmly looked at his watch and his eyes flicked back to her.

'Crunch time baby,' he said coolly with a smirk on his face and she knew she was beaten. Her shoulders slumped.

'Don't send it out. Please, it will kill her. Do what you want, have your way with me. God you are the most disgusting person I've ever met,'

'Hahaha,' Paris laughed as he pulled her to him. 'I've wanted to do this for a long time bitch, I don't think you understand how beautiful you really are; you're gorgeous and now you're mine.'

He kissed her, a long deep kiss which she simply endured. He smiled as she shuddered when he placed a hand on her breast; the act as much a demonstration of his ownership as for his pleasure.

'Gorgeous tits babe, I'm going to enjoy playing with them,' he said mocking her. 'Now, enough of the pleasantries. Let's find a bed and get down to some serious fucking. I can't wait to put my cock into your cunt babe. You're going to love it, it's bigger than your old man's. Once you've had a taste of my cock you will treat him with contempt babe, trust me.'

Erin stripped and at Paris' instruction lay on the bed. As she did so he placed his bag on a chair near the foot of the bed. His camera rolled. Erin spread her legs for him, closed her eyes in humiliation and waited for him.

'Oh,' she gasped and her eyes opened in surprise as Paris dropped his head between her legs and started gently licking the length of her slit. She looked down her body and couldn't drag her eyes away from his mouth and tongue as he started licking and sucking. She had never experienced oral sex before and it was with a sense of alarm that she felt pleasure as he sucked, licked, bit her cunt and her clit. She was mortified; she desperately wanted - needed to feel abused, hurt but she felt betrayed by her body as he continued to gently make love to her sex.

It took some time but Paris was patient; he understood women; liked giving oral sex and knew the inevitability of the outcome. Initially the movements were small, a movement of a leg here, a tilt of the pelvis there. He could feel her core muscles start to tighten as inevitably her arousal grew. Then her sex started open to him like the petals of a flower and her cunt started to lubricate.

'Ahhh,' it escaped her and she closed her eyes to fight tears of humiliation as he attacked her sensitive clit and she couldn't ignore him any longer. His attack on her cunt was incessant as he thrust his tongue deeply inside her. Her legs had somehow spread wide and her pelvis thrust to his probing tongue. She fought the feelings, her tongue was bleeding as she bit hard down on it trying to stop the betrayal by her rebellious body. The small moans of pleasure becoming more incessant, louder, longer as her clit was on fire and her cunt dripped with desire.

'Oooooh fuuuuckkk,' she moaned as she could feel an orgasm building. 'Oh god no, please nooooooooooo, fuuuucckckk noooooo,' she cried in despair as her body convulsed with pleasure as an unwanted orgasm ripped through her body. As the waves of pleasure subsided she was faced with a new terror as Paris mounted her and she couldn't help but squirm with pleasure as he pushed his cock into her; the length and thickness impossible to ignore and it was only minutes before she was squirming beneath him as she cried out in shame as she climaxed over his thrusting cock. 

Erin was dismayed the following morning when she opened the door to find a smiling Paris waiting. Her mood went from bad to worse as he showed her the film he had taken of them having sex. So when he pulled his camera out and told her to start sucking his cock she had no alternative as he started building his film library. 

'You're my little fuck whore,' he said as her lips closed reluctantly over the head of his cock. 'And the rules are, you speak to no one about any of this and in particular your daughter understand? You've just given yourself to save her so don't blow it now,' and she nodded as his cock went to the back of her throat.

Except that what she saw wasn't what really happened. 

It wasn't Keira in the film, it was Sandra Dee. Ah Photoshop, don't you just love it? The advantage in being the IT nerd was that Paris had the know-how, the equipment and the will to Photoshop Keira's image over Sandra. 

Paris leaned back, smiling as Erin sucked him dry. He had wanted Erin for some time and was pleasantly shocked that his plan had worked so well.

***

Keira opened the door. She smiled at Paris as he asked to come in.

'I feel like an early morning fuck and I can't think of anyone I would rather ride than you,' he said bluntly.

'Now I was the camera man at the party and... well, let's say, you probably don't want the world to see how hot you were baby.'

'Just for good measure, I'm having an affair with your mom and I have it filmed, which you probably don't want your dad to see,' he said.

Keira was numb with shock. Suddenly she was overcome by anger and she lashed out, slapping Paris across his face. Then cried out in pain and sprawled on the floor as he immediately slapped her back. 'Don't ever do that again bitch,' he said with menace and she knew that he was not to be trifled with.

Paris helped her to her feet. 

'You can play at being saviour or executioner. You have two minutes to agree to let me fuck you or I'm going to send a copy to your father and my Facebook friends. Time starts now, think of yourself as my little fuck buddy,' he said smiling cynically into her face.