by B J Wane
RJ clenched his teeth against the feel of her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers, the hot swollen nub of her clit against his rasping thumb, the dampness pouring from her sheath to coat his fingers and hand. She was so small and delicate yet so fucking responsive as she gyrated against his hand and his cock, her moans and whimpers making his cock weep in response.
“Easy sweetheart,” he crooned softly as she shuddered against him. “Your pussy’s so soft, Amy, so wet and tight and so damn fucking soft. Just like these babies.” His hand on her breast moved to the other one and kneaded that neglected mound thoroughly.
Amy opened her eyes as her climax subsided to small tremors, her body sated, her breathing labored. The first thing she saw was the horses had separated and now galloped around the corral like two playful friends. The second thing she saw was Mike leaning against the rail opposite the corral from them, his hand wrapped around his exposed cock, a grin on his handsome face, his eyes on RJ’s hand still buried in her pants.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, ruthlessly denying the thrill she felt at discovering he had been watching them.
RJ chuckled without remorse. “I see you’ve finally noticed Mike. Relax, Amy,” he insisted as she tried to pull away from him. “Stuff like this goes on around here all the time. Nobody thinks anything of it.”
“You could’ve warned me. Now, would you please remove your hands?” Amy was relieved when Mike turned away and she didn’t question or look to see if he was finishing his hand job or not. She couldn’t prevent the slight shudder of loss that rippled through her when RJ pulled his hands from her pants and shirt and casually restored her clothing.
Amy felt RJ’s sharp eyes on her as she broke away from him and strode back to the house. She didn’t know if her shortness of breath was from her explosive climax, the added thrill she felt at discovering they had an audience or her disappointment that RJ had released her so easily. All she knew for sure was that if she wasn’t very careful, she could become very attached to RJ, his home and his lifestyle, an attachment that could only lead to heartache.
Chapter Seven
Amy washed up and then busied herself getting acquainted with her new kitchen and trying to come to terms with her lust for her boss and his dominant brand of sex. Finding her way around the kitchen, throwing together a casserole for anyone who needed something to eat that evening and mixing ingredients for a batch of four dozen oatmeal cookies was easy compared to finding a simple solution to her uncharacteristic and unwanted attraction to her boss.
Amy didn’t know where her love of cooking came from or why she found comfort in keeping busy in a hot kitchen. Jedidiah used to tell her she transferred her need to please men by using her body to pleasing them through her cooking, but she knew that was just psychological bullshit. She turned tricks and stripped out of necessity, she cooked to please herself. The pleasure others found in her dishes was just a side benefit for her.
Jedidiah would also lock her in a dark closet for hours after backhanding her for even thinking about giving in to JR and returning to his bed. But he wasn’t here to save her from herself, as he was wont to preach, so it was up to her to reign in her late blooming libido. Taking the casserole out of the oven, she replaced it with a pan of cookies, vowing to make the most of this job by not having sex anymore with her boss.
“Something smells really good in here.”
Amy whirled around at the sound of that appreciative voice and smiled at yet another young cowboy. Tall and lanky with windblown blonde hair and brown bedroom eyes, he stood in the doorway with his arms loaded down with sacks.
“You must be Rory with my groceries.” Amy beamed at him and moved to relieve him of one of the sacks.
“Yes, ma’am. Don’t bother, just tell me where you want them.”
“Anywhere is fine. Let me help you bring in the rest.”
Rory smiled down at her thinking she was the cutest thing this ranch had seen in a long time and wondered if she was unattached. “How about if we make a deal?”
“What is it with the men around here always wanting to make deals?” she muttered.
“What’s that, ma’am?”
“Nothing.” Amy noticed the interest in his eyes and warily asked, “What kind of deal?”
Rory’s grin widened at her distrust and scowl. “I skipped dinner to get these supplies here tonight. How about a plate of whatever smells so good after I unload the rest?”
“That’s a deal.” Ten minutes later, Amy set a heaping plate in front of Rory and smiled when he dug in with gusto. “The first batch of cookies will be out shortly,” she said as she began to unload the supplies.
“Cookies too? Will you marry me?”
RJ entered the kitchen in time to hear Rory’s remark and Amy’s laugh. He liked her laugh, it was open and infectious and made his cock harden. Hell, everything about this little slip of a girl made him hard.
“She’s too smart to fall for a line like that,” he said as he took a seat next to Rory. “Got anymore of that?” Damn, his kitchen hadn’t smelled this good in months, he thought as his stomach growled loudly.
“Of course.” Amy set a plate in front of him, trying to ignore the way her senses pulsed at just the sound of his voice and her pussy clenched in need.
“Those can wait, can’t they? Aren’t you hungry?”
The look on RJ’s face told her he was hungry for more than food, but she steadfastly ignored it and her own hungers. “Not really and I need to get the refrigerated things put away.”
RJ turned back to his plate and Rory, asking him how his day was. It was obvious he was on friendly, open terms with his employees. That shouldn’t surprise her, she thought wryly. He was certainly on friendly terms with her. Amy forced herself to tune out his deep voice and instead made mental notes about all the meals and desserts she could now fix with the supplies Rory had brought. He had gotten everything on her list plus, she noticed, a couple of bags of snack food. These men must eat twenty four hours a day, she mused as the refrigerator and pantry slowly became filled.
She was just emptying the last bag when RJ came up behind her, set his plate in the sink and casually ran his hand familiarly over her buttocks, squeezed her right cheek and then moved away. Amy’s startled, aroused eyes flew to Rory who was approaching with his plate.
Setting it in the sink, Rory smiled at her as if watching his boss fondle the cook’s ass was no big deal. “Thank you, ma’am. That was very good. Mind if I take a few cookies with me?”
“Not at all,” she replied. “And, you can quit ‘ma’aming’ me. My name’s Amy. Although, some people around here could use a lesson in manners.” She turned a scowl on RJ only to find him grinning unrepentantly.
“Gee, Rory, do you think I need to work on my manners?”
“I think I’m going to see who’s up for some poker tonight. Nice to meet you, ma’am, er, Amy.”
RJ braced his arms on either side of her, caging her in against the counter. Leaning down, he kissed her lightly, moved his lips to her ear and bit her earlobe before whispering, “Just think about how good my hand would have felt if you’d been wearing a skirt and no panties.”
Her nipples tightened and her buttocks clenched at just the thought of that hard, calloused hand connecting with her bare flesh again. She tamped down her desire with ruthless intent and meant to shove him back, but when her hands connected with his hard chest, she let them rest there.
“I told you I’m not sleeping with you again.” Damn, did her voice have to sound so breathless as she was trying to rebuke him? His chuckle was deep, sexy and knowing, which only irritated her more.
“Sweetheart, when you finally give in, the last thing we’ll be doing is sleeping.”
Amy ducked under his arm and moved away from him. “I need to finish up in here and then turn in. It’s been a long day. I know I’m not scheduled to, but I’d like to fix breakfast in the morning, which means that I’ll need to be up early.”
> RJ eyed her quietly for a moment before giving in. He was confident that he could wear her down eventually. “We start work by eight sharp. If the boys know we’ve got a cook already, as I’m sure they do by now, they’ll be filing in here a little after seven.”
“I can handle that,” she assured him, wishing she was as sure she could handle him.
Memories of the hours Amy had spent with RJ the previous Friday night and the hard, satisfying way he had fucked her upon her arrival at his ranch kept her tossing and turning most of the night. When she finally dozed off it was to dream of being bent over, feeling his hard hand connect repeatedly with the tender, sensitive flesh of her buttocks making her cunt spasm with unfulfilled need. She woke early, drenched in sweat, irritable with herself and him and horny.
As she stepped under the hot spray of her shower, she tried to concentrate on this morning’s menu, but scrambled eggs, bacon and homemade cinnamon rolls wasn’t enough to keep her mind off her sexy boss and her uncharacteristic response to him. As she ran her soapy hands over her breasts, her nipples contracted painfully, making her ache for a harder touch on her sensitive buds. Leaning her head against the wall, she fondled both breasts, running her palms over her nipples repeatedly before grasping each one between her fingers and rolling them simultaneously in a tight pinch.
Gasping, she moaned as she felt the pleasure ripple through her, down her body straight to her pussy. Ignoring her empty, needy cunt for now, she concentrated on her breasts, recalling how RJ had sucked on them, tortured them with his lips, tongue and teeth. Never before had a man paid so much attention to her breasts, caused her pussy to gush so copiously by lavishing attention just on her nipples. Though she felt her pussy dampen with need as she pulled and pinched on her tender buds, it wasn’t near the desire she had achieved with RJ. A groan of frustration ripped through her as she reluctantly left her breasts and moved both sudsy hands down her torso, lifting her right foot onto the small seat as she did so.
Two slick fingers slid easily into her hungry cunt, her swollen, wet walls sucking them in eagerly. Her thumb went unerringly to her clit, pressing hard, causing her to jolt and spill more of her juices onto her invading hand. This used to be the only way she achieved orgasm. Over the long lonely years, she had become a master at bringing herself to peak after peak of pleasure, learning how to draw it out or produce it quickly, whatever she happened to be in the mood for or have time for. As her climax neared, she whimpered in frustration as she found herself again comparing what she was feeling to what she had experienced with RJ. She fretted about ever achieving those heights again without him, a worry and frustration that drove her to move her free hand behind her and to penetrate her ass with a soapy finger in the hopes of bringing on an orgasm to rival those he had given her.
The added anal stimulation increased her pleasure, but still not to the point that RJ’s fingers, mouth and cock had. Gyrating against both her invading hands, she vigorously finger fucked her orifices, crying out her release as it exploded and ripped through her senses. Her nipples were stiff, aching points as she ground against her hand, her thumb rasping roughly over and over against her clit as she shook with the tremors of her climax. She kept her fingers embedded in her orifices until her pussy as anus quit clenching around them. When she finally calmed enough to slowly withdraw from her body, she was frustrated and angry to discover she didn’t feel as sated as she usually did after masturbating. Berating herself for weakly giving in Friday night to her loneliness and RJ for showing her how good sex could be with the right man, she finished washing while trying to figure out how she was going to spend a year with the man without demanding he jump her bones again and again.
Amy had the long table set for twelve, the bacon done, the cinnamon rolls ready to come out of the oven and was finishing scrambling three dozen eggs when she heard the side door open into the dining hall.
“Mornin’ ma’am,” Rory grinned at her around the corner, Mike right next to him.
“It’s Amy, Rory, and good morning. Do I have enough seats set?” she asked, avoiding looking directly at Mike. She hadn’t seen him since their encounter yesterday when she had opened her eyes to catch him jerking off.
“There’re only eight of us this morning. A couple of the full time hands are married and have their own places, and their wives cook.”
“I bet their kitchens don’t smell as good as ours this morning,” Mike said, eyeing the pan of cinnamon rolls longingly. “Man those look good.”
“They are,” Amy boasted proudly, relieved that he didn’t seem to think anything of the public display. It had been worth staying up last night to mix the dough so it could rise over night to see the appreciation on their faces. “I think I may have over done it, though. I thought there would be more of you.”
Another young cowboy poked his head around the corner, his eyes widening at the sight of all those cinnamon rolls. “Holy shit, ma’am. Trust me, nothing goes to waste around here.”
It felt good to cook for an appreciative clientele again, even if it was a simple, everyday meal by most standards. “Sit down, I’ll bring it in.”
Amy brought in the two large bowls of eggs first, listened as Mike introduced her to everyone, then returned with the rolls and bacon. “You need anything, just holler,” Amy said, cringing at the Midwest twang that slipped out.
Amy was rinsing pans and grinning at the good natured ribbing going on in the other room when familiar, strong arms came around her and soft lips pressed to the sensitive spot below her ear.
“I see you’ve managed to win over the boys already,” RJ said as his hands stroked up her sides and casually moved to cup her breasts through her tee shirt. “Have I told you how glad I am that you don’t wear a bra?”
“RJ,” Amy moaned, unconsciously leaning back against him. She felt so small against his larger, harder frame. His hard cock rubbed against her bottom, a vivid reminder of her restless night and less than satisfying orgasm in the shower. “Dammit, I’m not going to fuck you again.” She sounded both desperate and breathless, even to her own ears. No wonder he didn’t take her seriously.
RJ chuckled knowingly as he moved his hands under her shirt to cup her bare flesh. “Okay.” His lips trailed down her neck as he squeezed her soft mounds, their size perfect for filling his hands.
Laughter came from the dining room, penetrating the sexual fog his hands and mouth had created, but even knowing one of the boys could walk by the open doorway any minute and see their boss groping her, wasn’t enough to make her pull away. If she were to be honest, the thought of one, or more of them watching them only added fuel to the fire he was creating. Amy’s wet hands tightened on the counter as he grasped her nipples and pulled and pinched them until she was panting with unfulfilled need. She put her easy compliance and quick arousal down to her sleepless night and then silently berated herself for falling so easily into his arms again.
“RJ,” she tried again, but her traitorous body refused to move away from the heavenly feel of being surrounded by him. “If you insist on this kind of behavior, I’m going to have to leave.”
“Try it,” he growled, “and I’ll come after you, Amy. Make no mistake about it.”
She whimpered when he pinched her nipples hard, the sting making her pussy cream and her buttocks clench. But his threat sent a shiver of fear through her. The last thing she needed was someone else on her tail. Pulling herself together, she twisted out of his arms and turned to face him. Hands on her hips, she glared up into his smiling, unrepentant face.
Before she could vent her frustration, he swooped down, kissed her hard and strode into the dining room, greeting his employees jovially.
Amy spent the rest of the morning cleaning up the kitchen, putting together a buffet of sandwiches and salads for lunch and put two large roasts in the oven for dinner. After discovering that there were no leftovers except for a few pieces of bacon from the huge breakfast, she mentally upped the amount of food she had been pla
nning for each meal. The ranch hands she had met this morning all seemed to be in their twenties and very lean and fit, confirming RJ’s remark about everyone having big appetites due to hard work.
Amy didn’t see RJ when the hands came in around noon to grab a sandwich. Most of them ate on the run, but they all nodded or said hello to her and thanked her for the food. By early afternoon, all her preparations for dinner were ready and she had several hours free time. After exploring the house she felt the need to get outside and enjoy the sunny afternoon. Since RJ hadn’t said anyplace was off limits, she decided to simply walk around and see what everyone was doing.
She was headed towards the corrals when two Border Collies came running up to dance circles around her in greeting. Smiling at their enthusiasm, she bent down to pet each of them. “Well, hello guys. Aren’t you friendly?” The dogs licked her hands and whined in appreciation when she rubbed behind their ears. Amy remembered the bacon left from breakfast and quickly ran back inside to grab it off the counter for her new friends. They showed their appreciation by following her to the corrals where she watched a couple of the hands work with several horses.
It was no wonder RJ was so proud of his horses, she thought as she moved away from them. They were all beautiful animals in prime condition. The dogs took off and she was left alone again as she made her way around the stables to follow a path that led to a wooded area. The sound of a gurgling stream drew her attention as she entered the trees. Kicking off her shoes, she waded in the clear cold water as she followed the stream for a ways. In the distance she could see several men on horseback herding a group of cows and she wondered if one of them was RJ.
She still wasn’t sure what she was going to do about her new boss and her attraction to him. She wondered if it was because he was the first man to give her an orgasm that had her craving his touch or if she was just plain horny now that he had opened the floodgates. Whatever this craving was, she knew that it could lead to her downfall if she gave in to it. If she could be assured that all RJ wanted was her body, a no-strings attached affair, she might be tempted to give in. But he had already asked questions she didn’t want to answer and become suspicious when she blew them off. How much harder would he probe if they were to become lovers? Until she could save up some money and get her car fixed, she had no choice but to stick it out here, but she resolved not to melt into his arms again the next time she saw him.