by Lily Smith
"I just want to see what is in there...how much harm can that be?"
"Enough harm to get me shot in the leg at least. I could go in with ya but then I'd hafta leave my post. No deal sweetie." he said as he glanced at her breasts a second time.
"Third time is a charm, you know"
"Eh, what??" he said, again looking up from her breasts.
"Do you like what you're lookin at?" she said with a mild chuckle.
"Yes indeed but, can't do nuthin about it anyway but I hafta admit it has been a long time since something this pretty waltzed in here. The thought of a pretty lil ass, er...hic...lass like you in such a dark and forbidden place is enough to put the scare o' Jesus in me. And I always did like perty women if'n I may say so Miss" he said taking another swig of whiskey.
Jett smiled as that was all the permission she needed to engage her prey, like a deer taking off at the first sign of a grizzly.
She quickly pulled off her muddy top and threw her hat to the ground, exposing her jiggling breasts to the fifty something porter.
"And what do you think now?" she asked as she interlocked her fingers on top of her head.
"Yer gonna give me a heart attack woman!" he said with his eyes as wide open as someone who saw an angel.
"So what did Jake pay you to keep me out of that mine?" she asked.
"This'n here bottle! That's it!" he said in between hiccups.
"That cheap bastard. I'll give you something a bit more than that" she said seductively.
She dismounted and walked over to where he sat in the rocking chair and knelt down in front of him. She looked up at him and batted her eyes. She looked excessively beautiful to him, like a cherub without its wings.
She slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. He squirmed to get them off while he was half-toasted from the whiskey.
She pulled out his cock and stroked it a few times, giving him an instant erection.
"I'm going to suck you off and then you're gonna let me in, right?" she said as she licked around the tip of his cock with her tongue.
"Uh huh...hic" he said nodding up and down. His eyes looked like they were mesmerized by a hypnotist.
She bobbed her head up and down his aching, hard-as-a-rock dick, licking up the spit that dripped from the sides of her mouth. The taste to her was like any other cock, though his seemed harder than others. She bent his cock into her cheek and slurped against it some more.
"Darlin you smell like a fuckin angel and suck like there's no tomorrow. Do that thing with your tongue on top would ya please?" he said presumptuously as he leaned his head back and took another swig of whiskey.
She ran her tongue to the top of his cock and tongue-teased the hole on top, flicking her tongue back and forth. She looked up into his eyes as she wiggled her tongue in and out of his cock hole.
She batted her eyes again and furiously slid the cock back into her tonsils, gagging a bit of spit up as she took it out. She coughed out some spit on the ground and then twisted the cock back down her throat, sucking as she went. She then deep-throated him and curved her neck to compensate, sending groans of pleasure to the older man.
"Gonna pop all over that pretty little face, sweetie" he said smiling at her.
"No, do it down my pretty little throat" she said smiling up at him. She licked her lips and shoved the cock down her throat again and again while she squeezed his legs with both hands.
"Christ you're just a god damn sucking machine!" he said in between the spurts of her spit that streamed from both sides of her mouth.
She rammed his cock once more down her throat and took his dick in all the way it could possibly go before he dumped a quart of cum down her throat. She coughed violently and spit up his cum from the sides of her lips, then forced herself back down his shaft one last time. The man's cum creamed her lips as she licked it down and bobbed her head from side to side.
"Mmmm.." she said licking it from the corners of her mouth as she looked bashfully up at him. She sounded like a sex-starved succubus.
"Now can I go inside?" she whispered.
"Be my guest darlin...hic" as he keeled over the side of his chair completely spent from the whiskey and suckoff.
She chuckled to herself and stood up to collect her shirt and hat. The thought of Jake being a cheap ass with someone who obviously needed a break (and money) was a bit revolting to her. She reached down to check the old man's pulse and remarkably his ticker was still ticking. She hadn't killed him at least.
She walked into the mine not knowing if the payoff would be worth it, but even if she came out empty-handed, she had done something incredibly charitable for someone that she didn't have to.
A stack of three crates were visible just inside the entrance. She walked over and lifted one of them up. It was filled with rifles and a few boxes of ammo. She opened the one on the bottom. Stacks of rubber-banded hundred dollar bills all neatly arranged on top of one another. She looked down and counted twenty of them. There had to be at least ten grand worth in this crate alone, never mind what the rifles were worth. She then looked under the rifles. Underneath sat a dozen bars of solid gold, all shining up at her.
Chapter 5: Turnabout
Jett walked back into the saloon which was for the most part empty. At any rate the suck off she gave prior put a fire in her that needed to be extinguished and she decided to do something out of character: take the dominant position. She pulled down a decorative rope from the wall and flung it over her shoulder. She walked beyond the wooden stools and empty beer bottles that littered the countertop and marched down the stairs as if she were a grizzly pursuing a wintry mate.
As usual, Jake was counting his profits and writing off his losses. He didn't look up as Jett entered the room, but instead mumbled "Shouldn't you be out front helping the customers?"
He gasped as he heard a gun cocked and pointed at him.
"Sit over there on the chair. Do it now!" she said, sounding like a bank robber.
"Um...ok." he said as he strolled over to the chair and sat down.
"Now close your eyes and if I see you open them, you're dead" she snapped.
She used the rope coiled around her shoulders to tie his hands down in place and his legs to the chair legs. She stood up and wrapped a red handkerchief around his mouth. Just before she tied the knot, he mumbled, "You know, you don't really need the rope if you're gonna do what I think you're gonna do..."
She muzzled him like a poodle that wouldn't shut up.
Jett stripped off her jeans and stepped out of them then kicked them to the corner of the room. Her panties were exceedingly drenched, and he could see the slit of her cunny facing him.
She bent down and unbuttoned his jeans and yanked them to the floor. His cock stood erect and hard as a rock as a drop of clear precum sat perched on the tip. It had been aching for Jett's creamy pussy since morning.
"You don't cum until I say you do...or else" she said sternly.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and wanked it up and down, letting the loose skin of his cock slide between her fingers like jelly. She let go and stood with her back facing him and bent over to touch her toes.
"You want this?" she said with her panties still on.
She slid the panties down a notch to where he could see her ass crack. She reached beneath her panties and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Jake could see the moist pinkness of her asshole just above her dripping pussy.
She slowly bent all the way down to where her head was right between her legs. She looked like a ballerina hunched over. She slowly lowered her panties down to her knees and spread her lusciously white ass cheeks in full view, while winking her asshole to him.
"You want me to wink it more?" she asked.
She sucked in her asshole and puckered it as if blowing him kisses as his stiff cock throbbed back and forth. His clear precum oozed down the sides of his shaft.
"You want to stick it in here?" she asked. "Let's flip a coin t
hen. If it turns up heads, then you get to fuck my mouth. If it is tails, you get the ass." she said. She reached into her jeans lying on the floor and pulled out a coin. She flipped it in the air, sending it tumbling to the floor. It landed tails.
"Looks like you're an ass man." she said cooingly.
She backed up slowly over him and maneuvered her ass crack up and down his aching cock. His precum finally caressed against her asshole as she slid down on his cock. The tip of his cock throbbed inside her the further down she slid. He let out an audible moan from his handkerchief and tried to buck his hips up into her. She slid against his cock and burrowed herself onto him as the folds of her pussy rubbed up against the base of his shaft. She pulled his cock out of her ass and jammed it up insider her cunny and wiggled her hips around in a figure-8 motion.
"I'm about to cum all over your tied up ass..." she said as she bounced up and down on his manhood.
She thrusted her hips forward and back again, then removed his cock completely before slamming down on it again, sending a few sprinkles of her cream around the hair of his dick. She squirmed and shut her eyes as her hair bounced around her shoulders. Jake grunted in ecstasy and thought of how better she would have looked if he had made her wear her hair in pigtails. She continued banging away at his throbbing cock until she ordered him to cum inside her. He shot his load straight up into her, sending her pleasure juice streaking down her legs.
She slowed down her rhythm and tried her best to catch her breath. She reached back and pulled the handkerchief off of his face.
He looked up at her face covered in sweat and leaned forward to kiss her breasts.
"What if that thing had gone off?" he asked.
She popped the chamber to reveal it was empty. She threw the pistol over on the table and stuck her tongue into his mouth while she straddled his legs. She reached up and wiped the sweat from his brow with her fingers. She leaned down and said "No more dark secrets, alright?"
He nodded in agreement.
Two days later she nailed a sign on the front of the saloon that said,
"Jake and Jett's Bar and Grill"
She glanced up at the sign and smiled. "Yeah that definitely has a ring to it" she muttered.
Backdoor Cowgirls: Rimming the Range
Chapter 1: The Ever Innocent Mayan Smile
Maya walked with her head down towards the homestead on the prairie, trying to rationalize why she was in this predicament of destitution and despair. She kept thinking of what to say, how to say it, and intellectualizing any potholes in her work history that she might have to answer for. She wanted a fresh start. No more shootin', hatin', kickin' or bitchin'. It was all behind her, as long as the owners of the homestead would give her a job. Any job. However to do that, they needed to show some residue of compassion, which seemed to be the most endangered of species in the wasteland known as East Texas. At this point she had nothing to lose and everything to gain from merely kicking her ego's ass to the county curb.
The ranch at least looked stable enough. The worst they could say was fuck no. The absolute worst, which was a level below being fucking worst, was to have the door slammed in her face, which was a lot less painful than going another night sleeping next to Mr. Foodless. At any rate, it was better to have the door slammed by strangers than by family. She walked up to the door without any pre-conceived scripts to perform. No theatrics, drama, or sob stories to convey. She removed a glove and knocked on the dusty front door hoping a kid would answer so as to at least break the eerie silence that seemed to permeate the place. She heard rustling inside, then a latch being unlocked and finally she saw whom she presumed to be the owner. He looked forty-something, but with a well-kept physique, penned pockets and a full head of bristly black hair.
"Hi...uh..." she struggled. He cocked an eyebrow as he looked at her boots.
"I'm Maya and I wanted to know about the job you posted on the saloon board in town. You said that you needed an extra hand to mend things around here. Are you still interested?" she asked. She realized how obtuse that sounded the moment the last word sailed from her lips.
"Well..." he said as he coughed.
"I think the real question is if you are still interested when I tell you your responsibilities" he said with a slight chuckle that muffled from his mustache.
That familiar sparkle of trust was in his eye almost instantaneously. It was the kind that she knew she could mold into her own creation, especially on Sundays.
"Name is Marc by the way. And, I don't see yer horse. How did you git out here?"
"My feet, naturally", she said with a vibrant smile, lifting up her black leather boot backwards to him.
"You must have some pretty high endurance as that is at least ten miles from here to town. Come on inside...uh, what did ya say your name was honey?"
"Maya" she said as she walked in behind him. The smell of cookie dough assailed her nose as the door swung closed behind her.
"Sorry about the heat in here. It does that when I get the stove going. Gotta finish off the last batch of cookie dough before the reverend arrives to take them for the congregation."
They both sat down on a wide, circular leather sofa fit for expensive guests. He lit up a cigar and then crossed his ankle over his chapped knee.
"Have a seat and then we'll get onto it then. What I reckon I really need is someone who can follow directions to the hilt. I don't intend to hire someone who can't. As far as the duties go, make sure the horses are fed, brushed, ridden and check their feet every day. Other stuff like mending fences you may have to do a bit, but that mostly gets done by Luke, my right hand man. Every now and then he might ask for someone to hold the nail for him while he teases you, but nothin' too strenuous. So where are you from?" he asked.
Maya confessed every minute detail of her life to Marc that she could think of, going back ten years. She pulled out some black and white photos of her mother and father from her satchel and showed them to him. Then she relayed where she went to school, her love of cooking Creole recipes, and her habit of biting her nails around cats. She strained to think of all her previous positions that could put her in the best possible light. Unfortunately none of them were ranchers out in the middle of nowhere. Marc stood awestruck at the amount of exquisite detail she went into, covering everything she could think of that had happened to her, as if she was on some witness stand in front of a jury. Then Marc asked the one question that she had hoped with all her Indian heart he wouldn't ask.
"Have you ever been arrested?" he asked point blank.
Maya's heart not only skipped a beat, it made an audible fluttering sound that mimicked the flapping of a blue jay's wings. She was certain the half-second she hesitated in starting to speak was a half-second that encouraged suspicion.
She opened her mouth to speak and a blond-haired, fair skinned work of country art walked through the double doors of the back patio and paused to lock eyes with Maya sitting across from Marc.
"Ah so you're the new hire I see" he stated presumably.
"Uh, we haven't quite got to that part yet" Marc said.
"Well how far did ya get? Far enough I bet. Has he asked if you were arrested yet?" he smiled as he poised the question. Before she could answer, he started speaking again.
"I'm Luke just so you know" he said as he reached across the couch and offered his dirty gloved hand.
"Oh, sorry about that!" he said immediately taking off his filthy glove. She grasped his hand in hers. His fingers donated a few fingernail-sized feathers from the glove to her hand.
"Uh, Luke, do you mind? I'm trying to interview her...please?" Marc said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh I don't mind" he said smiling at her as he sat down next to Marc.
"I apologize for the interruption that Luke so eloquently bestowed upon us. He was dropped on his head as a kid and hasn't been able to keep his prattling mouth shut since" Marc said in a deadpan, surgeon's tone.
Luke looked over at Marc and then back at Maya
and leaned toward her while cupping his hands, and whispered "Whatever happens, don't answer that question about being arrested otherwise he'll never shut his mouth about it!" he said half-grinning.
"Lemme guess. Luke just warned you not to answer my question about bein' arrested."
Maya nodded and tried not to chuckle. It was obvious that Luke and Marc had known each other for eons. They seemed like old friends, perhaps even brothers in some sporty fashion. She tried not to notice Luke's purposely unsubtle interest in her. She had had lots of practice from similar interviews.
"Well...." Marc said in as Sherlockian way as possible
"I think we'll just skip that question since Luke had to go and ruin it for me. Didn't you Luke" he said.
Luke padded Marc on the shoulder and then walked outside.
"I'm curious, what tribe are you?" he asked pointedly.
"Cherokee" she said empathically.
Maya's face was easy to recognize as Native American, but hard to figure out exactly what part of the States she was from. Regardless, she was breathtakingly attractive, and she knew it. Even in her abject poverty, her black hair jetted down to her breasts in eloquent fashion and didn't have the spiraling braids so many Native American girls flaunted. Too much work to maintain, she thought. She looked just as gorgeous without them. However she knew her sex drive was infinitely more potent than that of other girls her age, and one that had gotten her into more flurries of jealousy than she cared to admit. She wrestled internally to keep her sexual savageness caged while Luke was in the room.
"Well, I think I'll just skip the arrest talk since you don't look like you could harm a fly" Eric said as he got up to show her to her quarters. The next hour was filled with to the brim with the do's and don'ts of running a farm full of intelligent creatures too comfortable to know how great they had it. She hoped she had more common sense than the cattle.