by Megan Rose
“Yeah,” she said. “Much different.”
They shared a laugh then a kiss.
“Next time we’ll have to prepare better,” Gina said.
This surprised Jason a bit. “There’s going to be a next time?”
“Sure,” she said. “You do want to try it again, right?”
“Well, yeah,” he said. “I just figured you wouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
Jason shrugged.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Gina said. “It wasn’t great. But it wasn’t bad either. And it was almost good. A little more warm up next time, some drinks beforehand and a little bit more attention to my asshole before you stick your cock in there, plus a whole lot of lube, and I think I could really get into it.”
“Yeah?” Jason said.
Gina nodded. “It was intense,” she said. “More intense than usual.”
“That’s the truth,” he said.
“If done properly, I think it would cause one hell of a monster orgasm.”
“I can see that,” Dan said, thinking about how hard he came after just having his cock in her ass for a short time. “I can totally see that.”
“Then it’s a date,” Gina said. “Saturday night. We’ll do it the right way.”
“Sounds great,” Jason said. He couldn’t wait.
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NAUGHTY LITTLE COWGIRL
One of the biggest benefits to hiring escorts as opposed to being in a traditional relationship is what I like to call the long-distance factor. You remember being in a relationship like that at one time or another, right? Always wondering what your significant other might be doing all alone by themselves while you’re gone for a week or a month or possibly even longer. Making new friends? Going out and partying? Fucking someone else? It’s enough to drive you crazy. Not to mention the lack of sex while you’re away from each other. Sometimes it’s not such a big deal, especially if your time away is short, but sometimes it can really grow on you. Especially when you’re on the road for work as much as I am. Nothing fosters an unhealthy relationship quite like being away for weeks at a time, coming home only for a day or two per month to do the normal relationship things; dinner and movie, some drinks at the bar, a night of making love. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but most of the time it just facilitates break-ups, especially when your couple days home a month are filled with jet-lag and you’re bone-tired from all the travel and all you want to do is relax for a bit. Most of the time your significant other just doesn’t appreciate that. And they shouldn’t. After all, they only get to see you every once in a while; there’s nothing wrong with them expecting to dominate your time and attention. Which is why I prefer just to avoid traditional relationships altogether.
The way I see it, the choice between 2-hour long phone calls and renting bad hotel pay-per-view porn in order to honor the terms of your average traditional relationship versus paying for a smoking hot escort who will fuck your brains out for a couple hundred bucks is not even a choice. Give me the escort every time.
On this particular week, my job takes me to Texas. It’s my first time here and so far it’s treating me pretty well. Hopefully after tonight it’ll be treating me even better. You see, it’s Saturday night and I’m looking to party. And I’ve decided to go with the local flavor and order up a special kind of girl, one I’ve never had before, an honest-to-goodness Texas cowgirl.
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There’s a knock on my door. I peek out the eyehole and see a smoking hot chick with blonde hair snaking out the side of a black cowboy hat and down her shoulders. Tanned skin, big brown eyes, super white teeth behind full, pouty lips and a look on her face like she knows she’s the shit. She’s wearing a full-length leather duster, so I can’t get a look at her body, but I have no doubt it’s ridiculous based on all the available information.
I open the door and she walks in without so much as a glance in my direction. I close the door behind her and turn around. She’s already unbuttoned the duster, revealing a light purple bra and panties, brown leather chaps, cowboy boots and nothing else. Her body is even more ridiculous than I’d hoped for; toned but skinny legs, washboard stomach, defined but not too muscular arms, and a pair of large, perfect breasts. Too perfect to be real, for sure, but it doesn’t matter to me in the least. They way I figure it, if I can touch ‘em they’re real enough for me. She’s a tall girl, no more than three inches shorter than me, but her looks and the way she holds herself make her seem larger than life. I’m getting hard just looking at her.
“I understand you’re looking for a dirty little cowgirl to stick your dick into tonight,” she says in her soft Texas drawl.
“That’s right.”
She slides the duster off and lets it fall to the ground, then turns around so her ass is facing me and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight, the leather chaps framing her tight little ass. “Well, what do you think, big boy?” she says, looking back at me from between her legs. “Will I work?”
“You’re perfect,” I say.
“You got that right,” she says, standing up and turning to face me. “Now come on over here and let me see what I have to work with.”
I walk towards her, my little smile betraying my giddiness. She could have told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl over to her like a dog and I would have done it without hesitation.
She reaches down and rubs her hand against my cock, which is pressing up again my pants.
“Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all. You mind if I take a closer look?”
“Be my guest,” I say.
She drops to her knees and unzips my pants, then reaches in and pulls my cock out. It’s rock hard, sticking straight out without even the hint of a sag.
“That’s pretty impressive,” she says, licking the head of it with the tip of her tongue. “I can’t remember the last time I had a nice fat cock to work with.” She looks up at me. “Do you know what to do with it?”
“I’ve had a little practice,” I say.
“I bet you have.”
“What about you?” I say. “Do you know what to do with it?”
She sticks my cock in her mouth and sucks on the tip of it for a moment. “Oh,” she says after pulling it out. “I’m sure I can come up with something.”
Grinning, I say, “I bet you can.”
“In fact,” she says, taking it a little bit deeper before pulling it back out. “I’ve got a trick I’m real good at.”
“Oh yeah,” I say. “What’s that?”
“Making things disappear,” she says.
And before I know what’s happening she takes my entire cock in her mouth, deepthroating me with ease.
“Oh my god,” I say as she holds it there, my balls pressing up against her chin.
A good seven seconds later she finally pulls off my cock. She takes a deep breath, then spits on my cock and strokes it, looking up at me the whole time.
“Well, what do you think?” she says.
“I think it’s going to be a very good night,” I reply.
Laughing, she stands up and guides me over to the couch by my cock. Once there, she turns me around and pushes me down, forcing me to sit. Then she backs off and turns around, showing me her ass. She undoes the belt on her chaps and drops them to the ground. Next comes her bra. Then her panties. She starts to take the cowboy hat off but I tell her to leave it on.
“And your boots too,” I say.
“You’re the boss,” she says, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling over to me. Her ass is sticking up behind her, wiggling from side to side as she moves. Her back is arched and she’s staring right at me as she comes closer. God I love it when women do that. It’s sexy as hell.
She runs her hands up my legs and undoes my belt, pops the top button off my pants, then grabs them and my boxers and pulls them off. She tosses them to the ground behind her, then nestles up to me once again and starts sucking my cock.
She’s obviously well-versed at giving head, varying the speed and depth constantly, sometimes working my shaft with her hand, sometimes playing with my balls, mixing it up expertly, keeping me excited without getting me too excited for my own good.
“You like it when I work your cock like that?” she says.
“Yeah,” I say.
“What about my tits?” she says. “You like them too? You want to see your fat cock between them?”
I nod.
She smiles and sits up higher, bringing her tits to the same level as my cock. She grabs ahold of my cock, slaps it against one of her chest a few times, then spits on it and slides it between her two glorious breasts. She pushes her tits together and starts to bounce on my cock.
Titty-fucking, when done correctly by a girl with large enough breasts, is nothing short of incredible. And my dirty little cowgirl had both the skills and the tits to pull it off with ease.
By continually spitting on my cock—keeping it slippery enough to glide along her skin with a minimum of friction but not too wet that it slipped out of the perfect cock-vessel between her breasts—and using just the right amount of pressure—not too much to make me cum too soon but not too little that I didn’t feel a thing—she worked my cock until it was right at the point of explosion, staring at me the entire time, the cowboy hat still perched her head adding immeasurably to my pleasure.
After a couple minutes of her working my cock between her tits I could have easily cum, but having no desire to finish up so soon, so I quickly backed away and scrambled off the couch.
“I take it you liked that?” she said, smiling wickedly.
“A little bit too much,” I say, grabbing her beneath the arms and lifting her onto the couch. “I need to cool down a little bit, do some work of my own.”
“Be my guest,” she says, throwing her legs back and opening herself up to me.
I drop to my knees and start going to town on her pussy; licking, sucking, lapping it like a cat drinking milk, causing her to moan and squirm beneath me.
After I’ve got her good and warmed up, I slip two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and start working them slowly inside her. I run my tongue up to the top of her pussy lips and start going after her clit.
She lets out a little yelp and then an intense giggle. “God that feels so fucking good,” she says, her smooth Texas twang voice laced with what can only be described as pure ecstasy.
I slide a third finger inside her and starting working them more quickly. In and out. In and out. Digging into her, my fingers curled, rubbing on her pebbly g-spot, causing her to moan more loudly and breathe more quickly. She’s clearly getting off on this.
I back off with my tongue so I can watch her face as she climbs the ladder towards orgasm. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. A thin sheen of sweat is covering her body and her breathing is growing heavier and heavier by the second, her moans turning to screams. Her pussy is dripping, her juices soaking my fingers, running down my hand.
I slip another finger inside her, making it four now. She shudders a bit at the intrusion but I don’t let up.
“Holy fuck!” she cries. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”
I shift my weight to get a better angle and continue slamming my fingers into her, stretching her pussy, causing her to gush even more.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god I’m gonna cum,” she says, her hand flying down to her clit. She starts rubbing it aggressively and seconds later she goes over the edge.
“Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” she screams.
Her pussy tightens around my fingers and she grabs ahold of my arm and squeezes it tight, keeping my fingers unmoving inside her. Her whole body tenses for just a second, then releases, and with it comes a huge whoosh of breath.
Smiling, she pulls my fingers from her pussy, brings them up to her mouth and starts to lick her juices from them.
“I take it you liked that?” I say, mimicking her little taunt from earlier.
“I fucking loved it,” she says, climbing off the couch. “You’ve got some talented fingers for a boy. But now let’s see what you can do with that fat cock of yours.”
She grabs my hand and leads me over towards the bed. Once there, she turns me around so my ass is touching the edge of the covers and then gives me a little shove.
I fall back onto the bed and slide back a bit, positioning myself in the center. She climbs on and crawls towards me, working her little body between my spread legs until her head is above my cock. She puts it in her mouth, gives it a couple of sucks, then climbs atop me, straddling me, her knees on the bed on either side of my hips.
“Just sit back and relax,” she says. “It’s time for this dirty little cowgirl to go for a ride.”
She wraps her hand around my stiff cock and guides into her wet, waiting pussy, letting out a sexy little moan and biting down on her bottom lip as it slides in.
She leans forward, putting her arms on either side of my neck and starts grinding on my cock, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, working the entire length of my shaft from tip to base, varying up the speed and depth and pressure expertly, keeping things from getting repetitive.
Her tits are bouncing right there in front of my face, her stiff nipples tempting me, so I lift my neck and start to suck on them, first one, then the other, taking turns, giving each equal time in my mouth.
She pulls back and shifts her legs so she’s squatting over me, her cowboy boots flat on the bed, her hands on the inside of my thighs for leverage. With my cock angled away from me, she starts working it forward and back, sliding her pussy up and down gently, the pressure from the unnatural angle providing a sensation I’ve never experienced, a fact that must have shown on my face, as she flashes me a tight smile.
“You like that, huh?”
“Hell yeah,” I say. “It feels fucking great.”
“I aim to please,” she says, starting to work her hips in a circular motion as she talks, taking my cock to more places it’s never been.
“Holy shit,” I say as she works it in circles.
“That too, I take it?”
This time I just nod. I’m afraid to talk. The pressure is too great, too wonderful. It has me right on the edge, way too close for comfort if I have any hopes of extending the session.
I need to switch things up, and fast, so I grab ahold of her hips and pull her forward, guiding her hands to my chest. With my hands on her ass to help her stay balanced, I drop her down onto my cock and lift her back up, once, twice, three times, working it deeper every time until I’m bottoming out inside her. Pretty soon I’m raising my hips to meet her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure with every thrust as our bodies come together.
Next thing I know I’m holding her ass in place and slamming my hips up into her, doing all the work, fucking her with everything I’ve got, my balls slapping up against her asshole as my cock goes balls deep inside her pussy.
She practically screaming at me, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” so I don’t, continuing to slam up into her with reckless abandon until she comes again, which she does in a gasping, heaving rush, lifting herself up off my cock and squirting all over me.
She immediately drops down and licks her juices off my chest, smiling up at me the whole time. This chick is a freak. A hot, sick, dirty, freak. And I love it. At this moment I’m strongly considering moving to Texas for good.
But she’s not done yet, which is good, because neither am I, although I’m getting really damn close.
She climbs onto her hands and knees and I realize I have even less time left than I’d previously thought. Doggy-style. My favorite position.
She shifts her body so her ass is facing me. Her back is arched and her perfect little ass is sticking up in the air. She turns her upper body and looks back at me, cowboy hat still miraculously on her head, making her look just that much hotter.
“You like what you see?” she says.
“Hell yes
.”
“You want to stick that fat cock of yours inside me, don’t you?”
“You’re damn right I do.”
“Then wait are you waiting for?” she says, reaching back and giving her ass a slap. “Come on over here and fuck my tight little pussy.” She slaps her ass again, hard enough to leave a red mark.
I scramble to my knees and sidle up to her, my raging cock leading the way, anxious to slip inside her. I move into position to stick my cock into her gaping, glistening, wet pussy but she reaches out and stops me just as the tip touches her pussy lips.
“Let me work it,” she says.
So I do, holding my position as she bounces back against my cock, her tiny, firm asscheeks slamming up against me, harder and harder, my balls slapping against the underside of her pussy.
“Work it, baby, work it,” I say, hoping that talking to her will help me resist the temptation to start pounding her. “That’s right. Harder.”
“Harder?” she says, slamming back up against me, her voice high, strained, ecstatic.
“Harder,” I say.
“Like this?”
“Harder.”
“Harder?” she says.
“Like this,” I say, grabbing ahold of her hips and slamming my cock into her.
“Ho-ly shiiiiiiiiiit,” she says, drawing out the word for a few seconds, her pitch altering every time the base of my cock bounces against her pussy lips.
Our bodies are slamming together, rocking back and then coming together in perfect harmony. I slide my hands up to her shoulders and grasp on, using them to pull her back into me even harder with every thrust. The room is filled with the labored sounds of our breathing punctuated with guttural grunts of pleasure.
With my cock still inside her, I climb to my feet, altering the angle of penetration and giving myself a bit more leverage. From here I can buck my hips even harder, allowing me to slam my cock even deeper inside her pussy.
I slow things down just a bit, giving her one thrust every couple of seconds or so but holding my cock deep inside her for an extra beat every time I bottom out. A short time later I start to speed things up again, slowly but surely, until we are once again at a good, solid rhythm, me using the springiness of the bed to bring her ass up to me as I pump her.