Blackshot Sixshooter Collection

by Kurt Barker

  “No,” Blackshot replied.

  “Well, what exactly have you burst into my house in the middle of the night to talk about, then?” Alejandra demanded.

  “I didn't come here to talk.”

  Alejandra began to speak, but then stopped and her eyes lit up. A knowing smile crossed her lips as she set the candle down on a side table. Returning to the door she had entered from, she loosed the collar from Ottmar's neck and pushed the jaguar through the door, closing it behind him. With her twinkling pale eyes fixed on Blackshot, she got down on her knees and fastened the studded collar around her own throat.

  Holding out the leash to him, she purred, “Don't disappoint me, cowboy!”

  Blackshot bent down and gave the leash a tug, bringing Alejandra's face close to his. “I'll do my best- if you really think you can handle that.”

  “I don't want you to do your best. I want you to do your worst,” she whispered.

  “Then you're in luck,” he hissed. “My worst never disappoints.”

  Blackshot led Alejandra to the immense coffee table and hefted onto her back on its broad face. His large hands kneaded her generous breasts strongly, feeling them swell against his palms in response. Then the hands closed into fists around the filmy fabric of her gown and tore it open, rending it from her body in two pieces that fluttered onto the floor on either side of the table. The body that was revealed was exquisite; fat, creamy breasts lolled atop ribs which stood out against the tight flesh sloping in graceful curves down the hollow of her firm belly and out again to broad, supple hips and thighs which were spread wide in brazen invitation.

  Blackshot stripped off his shirt before running his hand again over the surface of one of Alejandra's swollen melons. He trailed it slowly down the center of her taut stomach and pressed a fingertip into her navel, eliciting a slight murmur of pleasure from her lips. Not content with such modest reaction, his hand continued its downward journey into the patch of short brown hair at the apex of her thighs; the lips of her pussy were moist to the touch, and she moaned again, low and soft as he chafed her with his palm.

  The moan turned into a gasp as Blackshot's fingers plunged into Alejandra's loins, and her back arched with the sudden pressure. Her hair spilled in flaxen waves across her face and throat as she writhed against the harsh probing of his strong hand. With a feral grunt, her jerked on the leash, pulling her up into a sitting position without ceasing his exploration of her pussy with his other hand. He lifted her chin until her eyes, glazed with desire, looked into his.

  “Come on, let's see what kind of connoisseur you really are,” Blackshot grinned, pushing his fingers deep into her body.

  Alejandra's bulging tits rose and fell heavily on her chest and her breath was hot against his skin as she plucked at his belt with quick and impatient fingers. Blackshot's jeans yielded quickly to her exertions, and his prodigious length surged out into her waiting hands. She ran her fingers down his long, hard shaft while her tongue teased his head.

  “Now that's the kind of horseflesh I like,” Alejandra panted.

  “I warned you it might be more than you can handle,” Blackshot replied. “Now it's time to find out!”

  With a yank of the leash, he brought Alejandra down onto her back again with her head hanging off the edge of the table, her wavy locks cascading onto the floor around his knees. He took her jaw firmly in hand and parted her lips, then fed his turgid cock into the wet warmth of her mouth, groaning as he felt her tongue sucking him hungrily into her.

  Blackshot's hands closed around Alejandra's upturned breasts, squeezing them tight until the luscious flesh bulged from between his fingers as he began to thrust his hips against her. Hard and fast he drove his girth into her torrid throat, plunging as deep as she could take him. Her nipples were hard as diamonds against his palms as her body moved under his hands.

  With each push of his hips the heat from Alejandra's eager mouth seemed to spread further through Blackshot's body like a wildfire, driving him slowly but steadily toward the limits of his control. At last the limits were reached and then exceeded; he thrust deep into her throat once more until her searching lips reached the base of his pulsing shaft. His release came in hard bursts, filling her with his hot juices as his hips strove against her.

  Alejandra gasped huskily as Blackshot drew his length from her mouth, strands of cum spilling from her lips and across her cheeks and chin. Her breasts heaved on her chest, sweat beading on her taut flesh. The respite was short, however, for once again the leash was pulled tight, bringing her up off her back again.

  Blackshot placed a hand on Alejandra's quivering stomach and turned her over so that her plump bosom was pressed flat to the table. Gently he caressed the voluptuous curve of her ass cheeks before sliding his hand between them to savor her pussy again. Her bush was sopping wet, and when his fingers parted the lips of her entrance, an anguished moan rose from beneath the mass of tangled hair that covered her face.

  The moan was cut off in a sharp gasp as the head of Blackshot's rock hard manhood prodded her inner thigh. Alejandra raised her hips, spreading her legs wide for him, and Blackshot needed no second invitation. Gripping her thick hips, he plunged hard and deep into the wet heat of her loins.

  Alejandra let out an ecstatic shriek and her body strained against his as he began to pump her with a brisk rhythm. Blackshot steadily increased the speed and intensity of his surges, ramming his rigid shaft deep into her sultry core as her ample ass jiggled and shook with each impact. The lithe muscles of her back stood out glistening with sweat, and were moistened further with the drops of perspiration that fell from Blackshot's brow as he pounded her pussy with ferocious vigor.

  Alejandra cried out suddenly and gripped the table edge with whitened knuckles as shuddering orgasmic convulsions racked her body. As she gasped and squirmed against his hips, Blackshot brought his hand up and gave her a sharp smack across her ass that made her squeal.

  “You talked some pretty big talk about your riding skills earlier,” he said. “Now let's see them in action!”

  With a hearty grunt, Blackshot leaned back onto the chaise, drawing Alejandra up by the leash until she was sitting astride his hips, impaled on his turgid shaft. Quickly she rose and fell atop him, moving in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. Flecks of sweat flew from her succulent tits as they leaped and danced on her chest, and strands of her wild hair plastered to her wet back.

  Blackshot kept his grasp on the leash tight, driving his swollen cock upward to meet each fall of her heavy ass against his hips. Alejandra wailed plaintively and threw her head back as her body tightened around him in the throes of a powerful climax. The vehemence of her orgasm only served to throw more fuel on the fire that was raging in Blackshot's belly and pounding in his chest.

  Knowing he was on the edge, he slackened his hold on the leash and hefted Alejandra onto the table on her back once more. With a rumbling groan, he drew his girth from her pussy and stood up over her. His hips bucked violently and he sent thick white jets streaking across her face and breasts.

  Alejandra moaned long and low, rolling onto her side as her tangled mane cascaded onto the table around her head. Blackshot collapsed onto the table beside her, and for a while the only sound in the hot room was their labored breathing.

  Finally Blackshot drew Alejandra's hair aside and planted his lips on the back of her neck. “Well, was it worth daydreaming about?” he asked.

  Alejandra smiled. “I knew that you wouldn't disappoint when it came right down to it.” She turned to face him. “There's one problem, though.”

  “What's that?”

  “Now that its happened, it's not a fantasy anymore. What will I daydream about now?”

  “I think I can help you there, too. Try this on for size,” Blackshot tightened his grip on the leash and pulled Alejandra's face close to his, “After the cowboy has his way with you, you think he'll let you go and leave, but instead he takes you again and again until you beg for mercy; only the
re's not an ounce of mercy in him.”

  Alejandra's eyes twinkled mischievously. “Ooh, now that has definite possibilities!” Then she frowned. “But no, there's a problem with that, too.”

  “And what would that be?”

  “I don't think it's going to be a fantasy for much longer either.”

  “Hmm... Yes, I see what you mean,” Blackshot said as he spread Alejandra's legs and pushed the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy. “Well, I'll keep thinking.”

  Thanks for reading these tales of Tom Blackshot! I hope you enjoyed them. Please take a minute to click here and leave a quick review of this story on Amazon. I always appreciate hearing from you, and I'll see you in the next one!

  Kurt