The Cowboys Ride Again

by The Cowboys Ride Again (lit)

  “Then I’d better enjoy the night while I can.” Jesse stroked Macy’s bare thigh. “I’m sure the little lady might be able to provide some entertainment on my last night of freedom.”

  “If you have the gold, sweetheart, I’ll take you on a wild ride to heaven.” Macy cast him a sultry smile, as the rough pads of his fingers danced across her skin.

  The piano player, now doubling as a master of ceremonies, stepped onto the small stage, interrupting Macy’s negotiations.

  “Ladies and not-so-gentle-men, our very own talented, tantalizing, and titillating Macy Ferguson will now entertain us with her incredible feats of dare-devil horseback riding.”

  “What? A horse in here?” Macy retreated into the reaches of sexually repressed Natalie’s psyche. She stared at the stage in shock. No way on earth would she be performing anything for anyone on that stage.

  “A stick horse.” Jesse pointed to the stick horse now held in the bartender’s hands.

  Sheriff Dilton slid his chair closer. “You’re on, sweetheart. Make these hungry cowhands hornier than a bull without a heifer.”

  “I–I can’t.”

  “Sure you can. Ride that horse like you’re riding one of us.” The gunslinger ran a finger over the swells of her breasts.

  “Consider it foreplay. We’ll ride double later.” Levi rubbed her knee. “You’re not nervous exposing your body to all these men, are you? It’s not like Macy hasn’t done it before.”

  “Yeah, I thought you said Macy would do anything for money.”

  “Of course she will.” Their skeptical expressions irritated her. They expected her to back out, run from the room, and hide in the women’s bathroom. They didn’t think she could do it. Well, screw them. She’d do it and enjoy the hell out of it. She pulled her alter-ego, Macy, back from the brink. Thumbing her nose at both of them, she sashayed to the stage, swishing her skirt as she went. Murmurs of appreciation filtered through the room.

  The piano music started slow and sultry as she galloped around the stage on her stick horse. The low hum of voices built to a fever pitch as the cowboys hooted and hollered. Some threw their hats in the air. Others leaned forward and ogled as her breasts bounced up and down.

  “Take it off!!!! Take it off!!!” The chant grew louder and louder.

  Macy placed one high-heeled foot on a chair sitting in the middle of the stage. She closed her eyes and dug deep, finding a part of her of which she’d only caught glimpses. Deep down, she wanted to perform for her men. On the surface, she was scared shitless.

  Thank god she’d left Natalie backstage and given Macy free rein to do as she pleased in this anonymous atmosphere. No one could see her face. No one knew who she was. How many women fantasized about doing the forbidden just once in their life? Well, as Macy, she’d been gifted with the opportunity.

  Opening her eyes, she saw the room as Macy would see it, full of men ripe for the taking, hers to tease and tantalize, even though she only wanted two men in the room. Her gaze fell upon Max and Jesse. Her stomach fluttered at the sight of Max’s slow, sexy smile and Jesse’s full, sensual lips.

  She threw back her head and shoulders and began to hump the chair harder and harder as the music pounded louder and louder and built to crescendo, imitating the throes of passion. The men just about tore the place apart.

  After unbuttoning her bodice, Macy ripped apart the Velcro running up one side of the gown. It dropped to the floor in a pile of red satin and black lace. She hooked it on her high heel and flipped it across the stage.

  Underneath, she wore a revealing lace camisole, G-string, and fishnet stockings held up by a red lace garter belt. The men hooted all the more at the sight of her bare ass.

  She snapped the sides of her G-string for effect. More hooting. Beer bottles banged on tables. The men played their parts as Wild West cowboys, miners, and gunslingers living in an untamed land where women were scarce.

  Fully into her part now, Macy moved her hips in a slow, seductive dance. Her fingers toyed with the lacing on the camisole. She loosened it a little at a time. Her large breasts popped out of their confines and revealed hard, erect nipples. Attached to the gold hoop in one nipple dangled a small spur.

  Energized by the pure lust pulsating through the room, she tossed the camisole into the crowd and strutted across the stage. Her breasts bounced in tune to the beat of the music. Her hips rotated forward and back, side to side. Her hands roamed her body, touching herself in places that almost incited the cowboys to riot.

  She met Jesse’s gaze. He pounded his fists on the table, and he screamed out her name, adding his voice to the dozens in the room. She’d have no argument from him if she stepped it up a notch. At the edge of the stage, she threw herself on top of the piano and writhed around on it, legs spread-eagled in the air, while she fingered the crotch of her panties. She sneaked a peek at Max, sitting next to Jesse in the front row. He hadn’t moved. His hand gripped the beer glass. He didn’t partake in the frenzy, but when their eyes met for a split second, her entire body quivered at the heat blazing in his explosive pale eyes.

  But it was a tough crowd, hard to satisfy. They wanted more. Macy wanted to give it to them. Natalie did not. But Macy wore a mask, which gave her a degree of anonymity. The look on Max’s and Jesse’s faces gave her a dose of courage. As a result, Macy won.

  She pranced back to the edge of the small stage in front of the lawman and the gunslinger. Butt in the air, she bent down within reach of one of her scoundrels. Their hands grabbed her ankles, groped at her thighs, and pinched her dangling tits.

  Straightening, she then knelt down, haunches resting on her heels, thighs spread wide. Their hands stroked her bare thighs and tits. Max cupped her crotch through her G-string. Jesse pinched her nipples. Pulling away, Macy danced back to the middle of the stage.

  The rowdy crowd chanted for her to “Take it all off.” Again, she sought out her men. Neither seemed adversely affected by the horny crowd ogling her. Dancing closer, she mouthed the words Should I?

  They both nodded in unison, clapping and chanting along with the crowd. Macy, the little exhibitionist, got her way.

  She marched around the stage and hooked her index fingers under the waist band of the G-string. She pulled upward and seesawed the material against her slit, enjoying the intimate sensations rippling through her in such a public place.

  Turning her back on her audience, she bent over at the waist and pulled it past her butt. She grasped one side and pulled apart the Velcro holding it together, she whipped it off with a backward toss to the crowd. A roar exploded in the room as a benevolent fight erupted for the scrap of lace. Demonstrating her flexibility, she spread her legs wide and watched from between her legs. The action exposed her swollen pussy to her admirers. The winner of the G-string held it over his head for all to see how wet it was.

  The place rocked with catcalls, rough voices, and the pounding of glasses on tables. Macy’s arousal grew exponentially with the arousal of the crowd.

  Continuing her dance around the room, she stayed out of reach of greedy hands. Macy wriggled her ass, pumped her hips, and kicked one leg high in the air. Her sensual dance exuded pure, raw sex.

  Jesse pushed his tousled, black hair away from his penetrating brown eyes. He yanked an item from his holster and threw it on stage. Macy’s composure almost broke as she realized the object was a large dildo with a gun handle on one end. He stuck two fingers in his mouth and produced an ear-shattering wolf whistle.

  Hesitating for a brief moment, Macy made a show of picking it up. She ran her fingers up and down its red rubber shaft. Her fingernails scraped the ribbed surface. Abandoning his calm façade, Max went nuts, whooping and hollering as he watched her, along with Jesse. The boys scored an A for enthusiasm. She liked that in a man. She also liked their Wild West getups and five o’ clock shadows. What woman in her right mind could resist a dangerous gunslinger and a lethally hot lawman?

  She brought the thing up to her lips and li
cked it up one side and down the other. Rubbing the gel tip on her mouth, she parted her lips and took it inside, slow and easy, in and out, just like Levi had taught her. It disappeared deeper each time until she’d swallowed it right up to its fake red balls.

  The old building shook on its foundation with raucous cheers and bawdy words of encouragement. Deep-throating it a few more times for good measure, she withdrew the thing and tossed it back to the handsome outlaw. He snagged it in one hand and saluted her. His dark eyes begged for more.

  But Macy never gave it all away at once. They’d seen enough. For now. Taking deep bows, she gyrated off the stage and disappeared behind the curtain, leaving the roars of appreciation behind her. She slipped into the short, filmy black robe offered by a stagehand. It barely covered her bottom, while her erect nipples stood proud against the thin lace.

  Shrugging and devoid of her usual modesty, Macy exited the backstage and skirted around the tables. Most men didn’t even notice her as the next performer mesmerized them with a wilder routine than Macy’s. The few who did notice her reached out to pinch her ass or grabbed for her nipples. She slapped them on the hands or rapped their knuckles with a pearl-handled cane she’d procured backstage.

  Relieved yet oddly disappointed to be offstage, she slipped into the chair between her two men.

  “That was quite the performance.” Her sheriff grinned with pride in his slate-gray eyes. Gone was his earlier wariness. She’d won back his favor and a measure of his trust. The rest would come with time. She did this for them, both of them, and they knew it.

  “How did it feel?” Her gunslinger swigged down his whiskey, then poured all three of them another round from the bottle on the table.

  “Forbidden. Nasty. Wonderful.”

  Jesse rubbed the dildo against the inside of her knee. “Darlin’, I was hoping you would have found a place to put this toy of mine.”

  “Your toy? I thought it was mine.”

  “What’s mine is yours.” He dipped the dildo in his glass and used it to draw a thin line from her neck to her nipples. He circled each nipple with it. Macy gripped her chair and moaned.

  “You naughty boy.” She gasped and closed her eyes, tipping her head back.

  The dildo moved lower until it stopped at her crossed legs. She pressed them tighter together. “Please, not yet.”

  “Sure thing, sweetheart. I can be a very patient man.”

  Opening her eyes, Macy grabbed her glass and tipped back her head. She swallowed the amber liquid down her throat. Its warmth engulfed her and chipped away at the last of her inhibitions.

  “What would Macy do next?”

  “What do you want to come next?” Max studied her over the rim of his glass.

  “Not what, but who.” She giggled.

  Max gestured toward the stage where the next performer was giving head to a volunteer from the audience. “How about we make love? The three of us. The hombre and I have been celibate for months. We need to charge our batteries.”

  “I hope they’re long-lasting batteries, Sheriff, because this’ll take all night.”

  “Where to?”

  “It’s up to you to name the place.”

  “What are my choices?” Macy leaned forward and stroked his erection through his jeans. Max rewarded her with a sharp intake of his breath.

  “We can go home and take you to bed.”

  “That seems somewhat ordinary, doesn’t it? I mean, this is no-holds barred, welcome-back-forever sex.”

  “Honey, there is nothing ordinary about sex with you.” Jesse’s eyes never left her hand stroking his buddy’s cock.

  “So what are my other options?”

  “Sex in a back room? Sex upstairs? Sex right here on this table?”

  “So many choices.”

  “Depends on how decadent you want to be.”

  “Not me. Macy. She’s calling the shots.”

  “Well, then, where do you think Macy would want to re-consummate our relationship?”

  “Somewhere with witnesses of our devotion to each other.”

  “That leaves two options.” The two men exchanged glances. “The stage or the table.”

  Macy chewed on her lower lip and considered the good sheriff’s challenge because that was exactly what it was, a challenge. She stared back at the stage again. The woman on the stage knelt doggy style. A cowboy moved behind her and rammed into her, pumping in and out.

  “That turn you on?” Jesse, the wicked man, stroked her thigh with the butt end of his pistol dildo.

  For a second, Natalie came back with a vengeance and shoved Macy out of the way. “I need some time to think about all this.”

  “Take all the time you want, baby. We’ll be here.”

  The last performer left the stage. The lights dimmed when no other amateurs stepped forward to strut or strip their stuff. The piano player broke into a raucous country tune. The dance floor began to fill. Macy jumped to her feet, needing to do something to relieve this itch she couldn’t control. Conflicted by the idea of proving her love to both men in front of the entire room, she battled with her strict upbringing. Her mind flashed to her father and his two assistants doing it in the hotel room. She hated to think about it. Not just because of the physical act, but the hypocrisy of it all. Her father’s actions should have resolved her guilt.

  What did she want?

  She didn’t have to think long to know the answer had been there all along. She wanted the thrill of showing this roomful of men how much her two men meant to her. She might let the other men look, but they couldn’t touch, and they couldn’t have her. Her heart and her body belonged to two men and two men only.

  The last of her old misgivings shattered as she realized sexual behavior didn’t make her a good or bad person. Whether she treated those around her with respect and love is what made the difference. Her epiphany liberated her and gave Macy free rein to do whatever she damn well pleased.

  And Macy was damn-well pleased to do a lot with an audience.

  She stood, backed toward the dance floor, and crooked her finger at Max and Jesse. Max shook his head, took a puff on his cigar, and lounged in his chair. Jesse jumped to his feet and followed her to the dance floor. Max liked to watch. It was his brand of foreplay. In another half hour, his steel would be hotter than a six-shooter and loaded for carnal action.

  Jesse on the other hand, was done with looking. He seemed to want to touch. The sexy gunslinger kept his distance at first as she danced around him in a sensual invitation to do whatever he wanted with her. Naughty Macy moved behind her man and rubbed her hips against his fine butt. Her hands wrapped around his chest. She moved them down lower, past his belt to his erection. Sliding her palm up its length, she milked his cock through his jeans. She felt naughty and wild. Wild for her men. Despite her dirty dancing, none of the other dancers paid them any heed. Most likely because they weren’t the hottest couple on the dance floor.

  Yet.

  Never one to be upstaged, Macy aimed to change that one fact. She groped for Jesse’s zipper. Whipping around to face her, Jesse grabbed her ass and pulled her off her feet. Giggling, she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her crotch into his erection. He moaned and pressed her harder against him as her skimpy robe fell open.

  “You little cock-tease.” He chuckled as she rode him up and down. Too bad the man’s pants were zipped. He’d moved too quickly for her to unzip them.

  “You love it.”

  “Keep it up and I’ll be fucking you on this dance floor.”

  “I dare you.”

  “Now, little filly, don’t tease a stallion unless you want to be mounted.”

  “Mount away, hombre.”

  * * * *

  Jesse couldn’t stand it anymore. He wanted to rip this woman’s clothes off and fuck her like crazy. Macy? Natalie? Who the hell cared? She was one and the same. If it helped her little fantasy to be Macy and gave her the balls to push her limits, he’d damn well accommodate
her.

  He’d thrown the dildo onstage in hopes the sexy woman of his dreams would invite him up there to use it on her. Instead she’d teased the hell out of him.

  Well, revenge was sweet. He’d have her begging for his cock any way she could get it, or every way she could get it if he had his way.

  He’d spent the last several months pining for Natalie, wanting, fantasizing, and praying for just one more touch of her perfect skin, one whiff of her perfume, one giggle from her sexy lips. The past months without her had been hell on Levi, and hell on him, too. His feelings for this kind, sexy woman went beyond simple lust. He’d fallen for her, a first in all his years.

  When Natalie had shown up this evening looking for them, he’d nearly fallen to his knees and worshipped her beautiful feet. This reunion would be memorable for all of them. He’d see to it and so would Max. They’d brand her body as theirs and lasso her hearts as she’d lassoed theirs.

  “Hey, too much thinking, too little action.” Natalie prodded his side with a sharp finger.

  “Well, now, darling, no one’s ever accused me of that before.”

  “Then get to work, hombre, and redeem yourself.” She squirmed and slid her body down his with agonizing slowness. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were dilated. Her breath rasped. She lifted her hands to his face. Her fingers stroked his cheeks. Her eyes burned into his. She toyed with a lock of his unruly hair. He didn’t need a second invitation. His mouth slanted down on hers, teasing and coaxing.

  She opened her mouth and let him in. His tongue slid past her lips and explored her mouth. His hands fisted in her hair. He shoved his thigh between her legs and rubbed her crotch. His big hands slipped under her robe and cupped her ass cheeks. They were silky soft and smooth. She used her body to massage his, like a horny pussy cat.

  His kisses lost their softness and turned rough. She didn’t back down but matched his intensity. The wetness from her arousal seeped through his jeans as she bucked against his leg like a bronco rider competing for the big buckle. He glanced down. Her robe fell open and gave him another glimpse of those huge tits. He’d give his prize bull, if he had one, for a taste of those ripe nipples. He bent down and attempted to catch a nipple in his mouth, but she evaded him with a brazen toss of her head.