0 comments/ 71162 views/ 5 favorites Old West Cowgirl By: Latina In just three generations, Alejandra's family had been through SO much. Her grandpa Antonio had left Spain as a teenager, seeking adventure and fortune among the missionaries who were colonizing the New World of Alta California. As an early Californio, grandpa Antonio had been given a modest land-grant on which he lived in a small two-room Adobe house. In Alta California, grandpa Antonio met and married a lovely native girl with a dark bronze complexion. He had trouble pronouncing her name at first, it being in a language unfamiliar to his Spanish ears. But he learned that her name meant "Cascading Waters", an apt description for her long, straight black hair that flowed down her back and caressed her shapely derriere. But he was to soon discover a second meaning for her name, for as he licked at her clit, sucked it up into his mouth, and kissed all around her pussy, she flowed a very sweet kind of cascading water of her own, onto his grateful tongue. Cascading Waters loved coupling up with her Spaniard, and over the years she bore grandpa Antonio five fine, strapping sons, all of whom they raised in the strictest Spanish Catholic traditions. Although Cascading Waters had herself baptized out of love for her Antonio, there were those Spanish settlers who would never think of her as anything but a savage heathen. Life was pretty good for grandpa Antonio for many years. In public, Cascading Waters was circumspect, the perfect Catholic wife. In private, she was the same loving and uninhibited woman she had been raised to be in a freer "Indian" culture that was devoid of a millennium of Catholic sexual repression. She enjoyed sex in ALL of its endless variations, and her culture had made sure she was WELL schooled in this subject. She trained grandpa Antonio well, so he was more skilled, attentive, and devoted to her than most early Catholic settlers in California. Yes, things were great for grandpa Antonio and Cascading Waters for a very long time. But then some of the citizens of Alta California who were fed-up with Spanish tyranny, led a revolt and formed a new independent nation called Mexico. The successful revolutionaries refused to honor many of the old Spanish land grants, and grandpa Antonio lost even the modest little rancho he called home. Grandpa's eldest son, Jose (Alejandra's father), was the first to leave home and seek his fortune, the birth-right that he felt the Mexican Revolution had robbed from him. Life was a struggle for him at first. But then some fool gringo named Sutter had found a lump of gold in the Sacramento river, and thousands more fool gringos traveled thousands of miles by wagon to find gold for themselves. They all needed pans to sift the gold from the rocks and water, and later pick-axes to hack the gold out of cliff faces, and lanterns so they could see as they hacked gold off of cave walls. They needed rugged clothing for their mining exploits, tents to sleep in, pots to cook in, and food to cook in those pots. Papa Jose set up a shop in San Francisco, and did very well selling such supplies and more to the gringos. He found that San Francisco was also a busy seaport, and the sailors and fishermen needed all sorts of supplies, too. Business was booming for Papa Jose, and soon he opened a new, larger general store, with a hotel above it for the sailors and fishermen while they were in port. It was while running his general store, that an Italian family checked-into Papa Jose's hotel. They had a beautiful young daughter, with similar chiseled features to his own Spanish face, only much softer and sweeter-looking. Her complexion was dark olive, so she fit in well with the blend of Spanish and Indian features in his own dark complexion. Papa Jose wound-up marrying her, and Alejandra was their first child. As a young girl, Alejandra grew up around Papa Jose's general store and hotel. In her late teens, she grew to be quite a beauty, inheriting her grandma's dark native complexion and long, straight dark hair. She didn't know it yet, but she was also to inherit grandma Cascading Waters's insatiable appetite for sex, helped along by grandma thoroughly training Alejandra from a young girl, in the ancient native traditions of giving and receiving sexual pleasures. Much to grandma's joy, under her tutelage, Alejandra came to develop her greatest skill in the ancient and honorable native art of fellatio. Also like her grandma, the growing Alejandra turned out to be quite busty, and she generally dressed to show of this ample feature. As a young woman, Alejandra met her share of gruff men, from sailors to cowboys. Some were handsome, but most looked beat-up by life, smelled bad, and had deplorable manners. She had even given herself over to one cowboy who had literally charmed the panties off of her, but he was just too gruff a personality for her to want to stick with him. She deserved MUCH better than this, and she was determined to GET, as good as her grandma had taught her to GIVE. Alejandra was 20 years old when a tavern opened across the street from Papa Jose's store and hotel. The proprietor was a young man of about 25, born into southern slavery. She had never SEEN a man with such a dark complexion before, MUCH darker than the Spaniards or even native women like grandma Cascading Waters. Alejandra was intrigued. His was a soft, kindly face, very handsome, even beautiful. Andrew had been luckier than most slaves: as a house servant, he did not have to do back-breaking manual labor. He had seen many a slave whipped to within an inch of his life, but Andrew was bright, and he knew how to avoid displeasing his masters and facing the lash. The mistress of the plantation had taught him to read a few basic words, and had given him pocket change from time to time, to spend on himself when he went into town to buy supplies for the family's kitchen. Then one day, the master had come home rip-roaring drunk, and mad as hell. For no apparent reason, the master took out his whip, and struck at young Andrew's back. Andrew cowered behind the kitchen stove as the house mistress and several others struggled to wrestle the whip out of the master's grip. That single, stinging lash was enough, and Andrew daily grew more determined to run away to freedom. One day about a month later, he got his chance. He knew where the house mistress hid some money, she had taken out the money-jar in front of him many times, to give him pocket money for in-town. She had been kind to him, and he hated to repay her kindness by stealing from her, but this was his only hope of escape. So he took the money and ran. And ran and ran. He didn't stop running and hiding until he had no more land to run across: he had hit the Pacific Ocean! So he used the master's money to buy himself a modest, run- down old shack in bustling San Francisco, and fixed it up as a tavern for the sailors, fishermen, and cowboys. As she grew to know the former slave Andrew, Alejandra grew more enamored of his handsomeness, gentleness, and kindness. He wouldn't even let her sleep with him without the benefit of marriage. And so, a few months after they met, much to the shock of many Californians, the part-Spanish, part-native, part- Italian Alejandra married the nearly-pure African, Andrew. Many were counting on their fingers, as precisely nine months later, Alejandra gave birth to a son. She must have conceived on their wedding night, the timing was so close. He had made love to her so sweetly and gently on their wedding night, none of the gruffness of her first cowboy lover. All those years of ingrained training on how to please his masters had paid an unexpected benefit: Andrew now focused on pleasing his bride FIRST, over his own pleasures. He had a truly masterful tongue, and was a true connoisseur of the fine and ancient art of cunnilingus. He knew how to ease into her so slowly, making her want him more and more, begging him to speed up, but he held back until her desires went completely over the top, at which point she grabbed him in her tiny fist and forced him in deeper and harder. But after the honeymoon, everything changed. Andrew spent more and more time in his saloon business, and 15 months passed before he again made love to her. Then Alejandra's Papa Jose grew gravely ill, and she found herself spending ever more time helping out around the store and hotel, and less and less time with her equally-busy husband. Then her father died, and Alejandra faced an endless barrage of lawyers and realtors as she tried to settle her papa's affairs. With all of that going on, nearly two years elapsed before Andrew again made love with her, and she would so often go nearly out of her mind from the desperation of her lonely horniness. She even toyed with the idea of joining Miss Hennessey's "Fancy Parlor" girls, who ran their business above Andrew's saloon, just so she could be with a man again, but she couldn't stand the thought of being with another cowboy. The fishermen smelled too rancid to fuck, and besides, she loved her Andrew too much to betray him in such a manner,. Andrew and Alejandra stayed married for 17 years, and they made love maybe six times in all that time. But as bad as that was, it got worse. One day, a cowboy who had sampled a little too much of the wares of Andrew's saloon, whipped out a pistol and began firing at the ceiling. Bullets ricocheted off the ceiling and the walls, and one caught Andrew in the back, squarely between his shoulders, exiting just inches from his heart. Andrew collapsed on the floor of his saloon, blood pouring out of him and staining the hardwood slats. A doctor happened to be in the saloon. He tried to stop the flow of blood, but it was just too much, and within five minutes, Andrew had no pulse. Alejandra was PISSED. Now instead of a VERY occasional lover, she had NO lover at ALL, to satisfy her ever-growing horniness. Worse, the sleaziest cowboys, drunks, and rabble tried to "comfort" her out of her panties and into their beds. They ALL disgusted her beyond endurance! And she still had a year to go before she could let her son wander out alone into the world, and have time for herself and a man, without the duties of motherhood. After the funeral, a grieving Alejandra found that Andrew had piled-up a mountain of debt on the house, investing in crack-point inventions, and gambling on the outcome of poker games. About the only asset Andrew left her was the saloon. And in 19th century San Francisco, if a woman had any sort of job at all, it was on her back as one of Miss Hennessey's Fancy Parlor girls. Somehow, that was barely acceptable, but for a woman to be owner and proprietor of a saloon was considered too unseemly. After a year of struggling, her son was on his own at last, and Alejandra had just about given up on her saloon, and was ready to close-up the business and sell the property, when an experienced barman walked in and asked for a job. His name was Alfred. This was just TOO perfect, Alejandra thought. She could have Alfred run the business for her, call it Al's Saloon, and nobody would ever guess that the "Al" in this name referred to Alejandra as the owner, not Alfred. The two Als would make the saloon's true ownership their private, conspiratorial little secret. But she still had the problem of what to do about her near-constant horniness. She was not about to risk the tavern, her only money-producing asset, by literally fucking with her business partner. If things went badly between them, she would be left with nothing. And in her 40s, she was now too old to join Miss Hennessey's Fancy Parlor girls and make any income that way. So Alfred and Alejandra remained strictly business, and she cried herself to sleep many nights for lack of loving male companionship. But she loved making appearances at the bar in sexy, revealing outfits. Her favorite was a shimmering brown satin cowgirl shirt, trimmed in white fringe, paired with a teeny-tiny, very tight black skirt, whose hemline barely caressed the tops of her still very-shapely, dark-mocha thighs. She would wear knee-high cowboy boots. The sailors and cowboys all spoke of how you could get a good meal and some stiff drinks at a fair price at Al's Saloon, and if you were lucky, the aging but still quite beautiful barmaid might talk to you sweetly and seductively. None of the patrons ever got lucky with her, but they always held out hope, and most of them were generally too drunk and too horny to know hey were being had. Alejandra was having fun playing the temptress, but she secretly longed for a kind, generous man like her late husband to sweep her off her feet, and into his bed, but into his bed a LOT more often than Andrew had done. Beneath her sexy, bawdy, naughty-girl exterior, Alejandra was still crying herself to sleep nearly every night. She had hardly made love at all in her whole life, and had yet to experience an orgasm. Until, that is, HE walked into her saloon. The handsome stranger wore a dark, charcoal-grey business suit and a black bowler hat. He had a small moustache that gave his handsome face an air of distinction. Even through his suit, she could tell that at 5'10" and about 180 pounds, he was well-muscled. She knew that here was a LOT of man to love. And then he spoke. "Excuse me, miss, could you tell me where there is a fine and respectable hotel in these parts? I have traveled a long ways, and I am truly weary." She instantly knew he was a true gentleman. No asking for a whiskey, no cheesy pickup lines, just wanting a hotel. To sleep in, not to try to take HER to. She gazed at him silently, longingly, for a very long moment, and she felt her panties gaining a very slight tinge of dampness. "Umm, miss, IS there a fine hotel around here?" he repeated. "Hmmm? Yes, umm yes, there is fine hotel above the general store across the street. My father ran that establishment until he passed away, and it is STILL a very, as you say, 'fine and respectable' hotel. You can get a clean, comfortable room there for a very reasonable price." Alejandra had to bite her lip hard to keep from blurting out next, what she was thinking, which was: "Would you care for some fine and respectable female companionship in your fine and respectable hotel room tonight, sir?" But then the handsome stranger gave her the perfect opening. "Fine, fine. I shall go across the street. Do you know if they can provide a way to wake me up at 7 o'clock in the morning? I am truly weary, as I said, but I must awaken at 7 o'clock to meet with some very important business clients tomorrow." Alejandra smiled. "I come down here about 7:00 to open my establishment. If you would not consider it too unseemly and untoward, I would be happy to cross the street and come knocking on your door myself, at 7 o'clock in the A.M. If that is OK with you?" Now it was the handsome stranger's turn to smile. "To be awakened by a beautiful angel? Who could pass up such an offer as this! I shall see you at 7 o'clock on the morrow, then." Alejandra awakened the next morning with a new-found excitement in her pounding heart, and a quickness in her step. She donned her favorite outfit, the shimmering brown cowgirl shirt with the white fringe trim. It unsnaps allthe way down the front, and she secretly hoped and longed for the handsome stranger to make short work of opening those snaps. This was paired with the shortest, tightest black micro-miniskirt, which she hoped to have an opportunity to raise an inch or two to give the stranger access to all her charms, barely hidden just beneath. The outfit bared vast expanses of smooth, dark, leg, down to her knees. From there down to her feet were covered with the most enticing black cowgirl boots, that accented every shapely curve of her calves and lower-legs. She couldn't wait for the handsome gentleman stranger to peel her down to the next layer: wispy red panties, matching red bra with peekaboo cut-outs to show off her thick, hard niples, and a fiery-red garter belt holding up nearly- transparent stockings, whose only coloring was their red tops at her thighs. Dodging the heavy-laden commercial wagons that were already clattering over San Francisco's cobblestone streets at that early hour, Alejandra dashed across the street and ran up the stairs to the hotel. The hotel proprietor, her late father's successor, was just approaching the desk. "Excuse me, did a businessman come in here last night? Tall, in a grey suit--" Before Alejandra could finish describing the handsome stranger who had fired her imagination and excited her too-long-neglected pussy, the clerk barked gruffly: "Room five. Third door down on the left." Room 5? How fitting, that her first sexual encounter with her new man would be in the very room of her father's hotel, where she had surrendered her virginity to a cowboy more than 20 years before. The thought of that room, of HIM, of her seduction plans, made her heart pound in her ears, and her inner walls dampen-up, as she walked down the hall. Heart racing, palms sweating, panties dampening, Alejandra hesitantly but excitedly knocked once on the door of Room 5. No response. Taking a deep breath, and gathering up her wavering courage, Alejandra knocked again, longer, louder, and harder this time. "Seven o'clock! Time to wake up. Wouldn't want to miss your business meeting now, would you, sir?" "Hmm? Mmmmfff?" came the muffled, startled reply. As Alejandra heard footsteps approaching from inside his room, panic seized her, and for just the briefest moment, her fear overpowered even her lust. She turned to run away. Just then, the door opened, and a sweet, sleepy baritone voice asked, "Yes? What is it?" That soothing, deeply-masculine voice melted her heart, and melted away her fear. This voice also revved up her returning lust now, to an even higher level than before. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she snaked her hand down the front of her tight black miniskirt, pressing against her panties, in a desperate and doomed attempt to hold back the increasing flow of steaming and streaming juices into her tiny red panties. The stranger was momentarily startled by the openness and brazenness of where she had placed her hand. Then he smiled coyly and charmingly. "May I help you, miss?" "Don't you remember me? I own --umm, I mean, I WORK at, the saloon across the street. You asked me to awaken you at 7 o'clock this morning, so here I am." "Of course, I REMEMBER you! How could I forget the most beautiful, angelic woman I've EVER seen? Could you wait there while I quickly get dressed? Then we could both go to breakfast, together. Umm, I mean, I would be HONORED if you would consent to join me at breakfast." Alejandra smiled warmly. "It's COLD in this hallway. Could I wait in your ROOM, while you dress?" The handsome businessman smiled--no, beamed broadly is a more-apt description. He opened the door wider, and bowing, he made a sweeping gesture for her to enter his room. She watched him disappear into the bedroom. The door was open a crack, and she could see him unbuttoning his shirt from the night before. Judging by the shirt's wrinkled appearance, he had evidently been too tired to change clothing last night, and had slept in his suit. As she watched his long, narrow fingers unbuttoning his white shirt, Alejandra longed to let her OWN fingers unbutton him--not only letting HER touch his bare, hairy chest, but also leaving HIS fingers free to open her own top. Just then, Alejandra noticed a clean shirt neatly folded over a chair in the outer chamber of his hotel room. He had forgotten to carry it into the bedroom with him. Sucking in her breath, she gathered up all her courage, picked up the shirt, pushed open the bedroom door, and handed him the clean shirt. "I think you might NEED this," she cooed. She could not bring herself to make eye contact, partly out of fear, but mostly because her focus was riveted on his muscular, hairy, bare chest, that she SSSOOO longed to touch! Old West Cowgirl He took the shirt from her outstretched hand, his fingertips lightly brushing her palm. Alejandra wasn't sure if this gentle, thrilling touch was accidental or deliberate. But then he removed all doubt. Slinging the shirt over his bare shoulder, he leaned down and slowly, gently kissed each of her finger tips, one at a time. Then he kissed each of her knuckles. Alejandra's heart just MELTED, as did her dewy pussy. She leaned forward, and planted a soft, fleeting kiss on his upper chest, midway between his nipples. Then she pulled away and gazed up into his eyes. They were sparkling, to match the smile on his lips. She leaned in again, this time kissing directly on first his right nipple, and then his left. When he put his strong arm around her, gently and lovingly, she knew that he didn't mind at all how forward she was being. So now she began a gentle nibbling on his nipples. She was surprised and pleased when he started softly moaning now. So she continued to nibble at his chest, feeling his tiny nipples grow pebble-hard between her teeth. Then she placed her open palm flat against his bare chest, and as she gradually sank down onto her knees, she began slowly kissing her way down his torso, until she reached his navel. She then let her tongue slither and flicker against his belly button. He gently cupped her elbows in his palms, and he delicately pulled her back up to a standing position, facing him. He cupped her face in his palms, and he sweetly, gently, softly kissed her upper lip. His little moustache tickled slightly, and she kind of wished then that she might eventually persuade him to shave it off, but right now, Alejandra was feeling too wonderful to let that irritate her. He then spun her around, and standing behind her, he began kissing her shoulder-blades, right through her brown satin shirt. He folded his arms around her waist, and he began placing butterfly-light kisses on the sides of her neck, as his still-covered crotch delicately pressed up against her curvaceous ass through her black micro-miniskirt. Almost in spite of herself, Alejandra sighed and let out a long, low "Mmmmmmmm!" He then leaned his head over her right shoulder, and still standing behind her, he turned her head just enough to plant another soft kiss on her lips. She reached around behind her, wrapping an arm around his neck, and pulling him closer. She returned his kiss, much more forcefully than he had done, and with a fiery passion. She parted her lips just slightly, and she gently licked across his upper lip, carefully avoiding his moustache so as not to drawn tiny hairs into her mouth. He got the hint, parting his own lips slightly, allowing her tongue to slowly, lovingly slide into his mouth. His tongue slowly licked up the underside of her intruding tongue, before he returned the favor and let his tongue flicker and dance just inside her own mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Alejandra repeated. She spun around to face him again, and she melted into his strong, enfolding arms. He absent-mindedly crumpled his clean shirt, the one he had planned to wear to impress his business clients, into a ball. Caught up in the moment, he unthinkingly tossed the shirt onto the bedroom floor. He then outstretched both hands, hooking one hand just inside her satin blouse to hold it steady, as his other hand unsnapped the top snap. Crouching down slightly, he leaned in and gently kissed the sensitive area at the base of her neck, just above her chest. For her part, Alejandra leaned forward and again kissed his still-hard, pea-sized nipples. At the same time, she let her fingertips "accidentally on-purpose" brush against the front of his trousers. As she did this, he pulsed once, mightily. She smiled at the feel of his cloth- covered hardness pulsating against her fingers. But Alejandra's attention was soon focused elsewhere, as he popped-open the second snap, revealing the very top curves of her two luscious breasts. He leaned in and kissed between the tops of her breasts. Then he let his tongue trace the side curves at the tops of each breast, first her left, then her right. She bent down, planted a quick kiss on his navel, while she let her hand rub his still-covered crotch-- one long, slow stroke upward from his balls, and then one slow downstroke back to his balls. Then she stood up again, just in time for him to undo her third snap. She smiled to herself at how thick and hard his excited shaft felt through the fabric of his suit pants. He now leaned his head deeply into her exposed cleavage, and he kissed directly between her breasts. Pulling away again, he tugged her top up slightly, out of the top of her miniskirt, and unsnapped her fourth snap. Her top was now completely open, except for a tiny portion at the base of her shirt, still tucked into the waistband of her skirt. He gently tugged again, pulling her shirt completely free of her skirt, and pushing aside the two side flaps of her satin cowgirl top. This left her tiny red, nearly-transparent bra exposed. It had peekaboo cut-outs around her long, thick, hardened nipples, and it left acres of flesh exposed above and below her breasts, down to her waist. Then after a tiny patch of skirt, she was bare again, all the way down her thighs, down to her knee-high cowboy boots. He leaned in again, his tongue flicking out against Alejandra's right nipple, jutting out long and hard through the peekaboo cut-out of her lacy red bra. He then repeated the maneuver, his tongue catching her left nipple this time. He then sunk down lower onto his knees, and his swirling tongue slowly traced the bottom curve of first one breast, and then the other. Alejandra reached both arms out in front of her, and clasped both of his hands in hers. She then slunk, cat-like, toward the hotel room bed, towing him along with her. Purring, she stretched out on her back, her blouse opened wide, her tiny skirt barely hiding anything, her legs spread wide, the heels of her cowboy boots flat against the bedsheet, her knees raised in the air. He stood over the bed, and started to unbuckle his belt. This would not do, Alejandra thought. This simply would not do at ALL! SHE was determined to undress him, not let him do it HIMSELF! So she reached out, warapped her arm around his bare back, pushed down hard, and sent him sprawling face-down beside her on the hotel-room bed. She grabbed at both of his bare, powerful arms, and rolled him onto his back. Smiling, she sat up, leaned over, unbuckled his belt, and began slowly unsnapping the crotch of his dressy slacks. As she unsnapped him, she rubbed her palms slowly and eagerly, up and down his crotch. On about the third stroke, his cock pulsed once, right through the fabric, right against her exploring fingers. That DID it! Alejandra could not wait one SECOND longer, and she began frantically unsnapping his crotch, one snap right after another, in rapid-fire succession. She then cupped his firm butt in both of her palms, lifting him off the bed, and she tugged his pants hard and fast down his legs. Eight solid inches of hard, throbbing cock sprang free of his trousers. "So big!" Alejandra exclaimed, as her palm rubbed upward from his balls toward the cock-head. As she reached the head, he pulsed hard and strong once more. "Mmmmmm!" Alejandra cooed. "So HARD!" She leaned down, and kissed his massive balls. His cock throbbed again, right against her exploring face. She backed off and gazed admiringly at the two-inch-thick column of manhood stretched up his belly, where it touched the very navel she had been kissing only moments before. "So BEAUTIFUL!" she concluded. The businessman chuckled. "BEAU-tiful?" he challenged. "Yes," Alejandra replied, kissing the wide-open pee-hole slit at the tip of his cock-head, "beautiful!" She slowly licked up his whole shaft, from balls to head, and repeated, "yes, YES, beautiful. VERY beautiful!" and she kissed the cock-head one final time, before opening her lips to take him in. But she was not to taste this decidedly-beautiful shaft just yet. Her lover had other ideas. He turned her on her left side, so that the button closing the back of her skirt was facing him. He unbuttoned her skirt, and unsuccessfully tried to remove it. It was simply too tight to slide down her legs while she lay on the bed. Besides, Alejandra wanted to leave her skirt ON. So she rolled onto her back again, and grabbing the hem, she lifted her skirt the inch or two needed to expose her tiny, lacy red panties. Her barely-there panties were too small and too transparent to hide very much, and in fact, the very edges of her pussy lips showed outside the border of her skimpy panties. Somewhat to her embarrassment, Alejandra noticed the dark spot at the front, where she had already soaked her panties in excited anticipation of this moment. She tried to hide her wetness beneath her hand. Her lover smiled. "Don't feel ashamed. I'm honestly FLATTERED that I turn you on THAT much!" He lay face down on the bed, slid his manly body downward until his face was aligned with her lacy, fiery-red panties. He then softly, sweetly kissed her, right THROUGH her pretty little panties. After about two dozen sweet, lingering kisses directly onto her crotch, he slowly rolled his tongue out of his mouth. As his tongue extended ever further out, it plowed the front of her panties ever deeper into her slit, which by now was getting ever- juicier by the second. She WANTED him! SHE knew it, HE knew it, but their foreplay was just TOO good right now, to interrupt it for the hard, pounding, driving fuck that she needed and wanted, and that she KNEW she would soon receive. Pushing her soaked panties to one side now, he curled a finger and slowly hooked it into her wide-open dampness, his fingertip massaging her G-spot, even as the underside of his knuckle gently rubbed her lengthening, hardening, eager little clit. Feeling her clit grow against his long, slender finger, he leaned down between her spread legs and raised knees again, and he let his unfurled tongue slowly lick across her growing clit. As she pulsed against his tongue, he sucked her clit up between his lips. Then he began slowly, gently, nibbling his teeth into her oh-so- sensitive love button. Her ass began eagerly bucking up-and-down off the bed, pressing hard into his handsome, loving face, as her hips desperately swayed from side-to-side in ever-growing horniness. And then his teeth released her, his tongue took a fast and furious swipe along the entire length of her hard clit, and she just about EXPLODED her ooze onto his swirling tongue and sweetly-caressing lips. He curled his tongue, slowly slid it deep into her slit, and then just as slowly retreated. When his tongue was completely free of her moist insides, he once more slowly licked at her now highly-sensitive clit, and she felt her orgasmic juices oozing hot, thick, and heavy onto his slowly-slithering tongue. His tongue took a series of judicious licks to wipe the thick glop off her crotch, and the kindness of his gesture made her come hard into his face yet again. She knew that she couldn't come much more without her pussy getting REALLY sore, and she had yet to come ON his cock. So she turned to him, and sweetly kissed his lips, tasting just a hint of her own fresh juices on his breath. Smiling contentedly, she sweetly whispered her request, in a calm, even tone that hid her true state of arousal: "Fuck me, please." "OK," he said, kissing her breasts and letting his fingers massage deep inside of her juicy slit. "No, you don't understand," Alejandra whined and whimpered, "I mean, fuck me, NOW!!!" she commanded authoritatively, leaning in to kiss his rock-hard cock in encouragement. She licked her way up from his balls, all along his thick, throbbing shaft, and over his cock head, before opening her mouth wide and slowly sucking him down her throat. When his balls rested against her lips, and her mouth and throat were stuffed completely FULL with his manliness, she let out a long, loud, deeply-contented moan of pure pleasure. Releasing his ready-to-explode cock from her mouth now, Alejandra raised her still-booted legs straight up in the air. Her skirt exposed most of her ass, and her red panties left the entire outer edge of her pussy lips exposed. He could see her garter belt, and the red thigh-tops of her nearly-transparent stockings. "Fuck me," she repeated in a soft whisper now. He quickly pulled her sexy black, knee-high cowgirl boot off her right leg. She kicked the last inch of boot off her leg, sending her boot flying across the room, smashing against the glass bedroom window, and falling to the street below. A passing cowboy spotted the sexy boot, and looking up through the broken hotel window, he could see Alejandra's raised legs, open skirt, and exposed red panties. "YEEEE-HHHHAAAA!" the cowboy shouted from the street below, pulling out his pistol and firing up into the air. "YYEEE-EEE- HAAAHHH!" One of his bullets struck a barrel of molasses, sending the thick glop slowly oozing everywhere in a big mess. Alejandra turned, gazed out the window, and observed the scene below. "That's just LIKE a cowboy!" Alejandra exclaimed. "What do you mean, my love?" her businessman lover asked. "Getting all excited before the sex even starts, firing off his WEAPON way too soon, and then when he's all done, leaving his disgusting, sloppy mess for OTHERS to clean up." Her lover pulled off Alejandra's other boot, and she let this one quietly fall to the floor. She then raised her bare legs straight up in the air again, and slowly spread them apart in a big, wide V. "Come ON, lover," she moaned, "FUCK me--right NOW! I NEED you in me!" Her encouraging words worked, as he slid back up the mattress, his pulsing cock sending rippling shock-waves of joyous anticipation through the bed, and all up and down her spine, as he moved. Finally, he aligned his pelvis directly over hers. By now, her pussy was SO damned excited, that it was staying wide open all by itself, without either of them using their fingers to hold it open. Alejandra wrapped both hands around his thick, throbbing shaft, and guided the head to her opening. His cock-head rubbed her clit five or six times, before gently pushing its way down into her. She seemed to open even WIDER, if that were possible, and the first inch of his horniness slow slunk down into her. As another inch slipped down inside of her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her bare feet on his ass cheeks, and using her legs to pull him ever deeper into her now. His first dozen or 15 strokes, he entered VERY slowly, and withdrew just as slowly. This was driving her right through the ROOF with lust! So she began pulling him down with her feet ever more quickly. He got the hint, and he began thrusting and slamming into her very hard and fast now. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" was the only comment Alejandra could manage now, and it was sufficient commentary for both of them. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhh!" was his immediate and repeated response, as he pounded her inner walls mercilessly, and they kissed fiercely. She wrapped her arms around him, and used all of her strength to roll him over flat on his back, and to keep his pounding cock from slipping out of her. She then rode straight up and down on his cock, over and over and over again. And then suddenly, she felt her thick fluid oozing hot and heavy from around her G-spot, to coat the whole length of his shaft. Swirling his cock down into her in a rotating, cork-screw motion, he reached rock-bottom, his balls to her walls, and he EXPLODED way down deep inside of her. Feeling him come so hot, heavy, and deeply inside of her, triggered yet ANOTHER orgasm for Alejandra, and their thoroughly-blended juices, sweetly and gently stirred by his corkscrewing cock, now oozed. poured, and flowed out along her thighs, his thighs, and the bedsheet. Echoing the drunk cowboy voyeur who had earlier observed them from the street, Alejandra couldn't resist crying-out "YEEEE-EEEE-HHHHAAAA!" as she continued to ride him ecstatically, and as they both came again and again and again. He held her lovingly in his arms, his head resting between her breasts, and his cock continuing to pulse and throb deep inside of her. She gazed soulfully down into his eyes, and smiled. He told her that he NEVER wanted this moment to end, and she agreed that they must do this again soon, and often, and for the rest of their lives. "Mmmmm-hhhhmmmm!" he readily and dreamily agreed. "My name is Alejandra," she introduced herself. In place of a handshake, she sealed the introduction by squeezing her deeply-contented pussy muscles tight around his still-hard shaft. "I'm VERY pleased to meet you, Alejandra," he smiled. To show her just HOW pleased he was, and how much he wanted this to become a PERMANENT relationship (every bit as much as SHE wanted that), he reached up, cupped both of his palms around her bare hips, and forced her down hard onto his throbbing hardness. She was instantly awash from head to toe in the pure pleasure of the moment, and the thrill of knowing that they would have a LIFETIME to do this over and over again. She uncontrollably screamed out another "YEEEE-EEEE- HHHHAAAAAA!" as she gloriously coated his entire 8 inches with another happy burst of her orgasmic ooze. She wanted to spend her life riding this handsome man's stunningly-beautiful cock, and he wanted to spend HIS life getting his cock continuously bathed in her warm, wonderful love-juices. He reached up, scooped their mixed goo off of her with his index finger, and he proceeded to lick his finger clean. At the same time, he placed the palm of his other hand flat on her hip, and pushed her up off of him, letting her grasping pussy release almost, but not quite, all of his deeply-buried cock. Then he thrust her back down onto him, slamming his way back up into her in one fast, hard stroke. As he was licking their fresh come off of her and plunging his way back into her depths, he started coming again, triggering her own orgasm again. Neither one came quite as strongly as the first time, but certainly still highly-satisfying to them both. As they both came one last time, he smiled and began to introduce himself. But her continued excitement over riding him caused her third "Yeeee-haaa" to completely drown him out as he said, "Hello, Alejandra. I'm VERY pleased to meet you! And my name is..." - End of This Story -