by Mona Cox
I’m breathing hard, my eyes closed, and leaning back against the wall. He stands up then, and takes one hand to my face; I open my eyes as I feel his touch, and I can’t hide my smile as I see his chin glistening from the fluids coating his skin.
“Lovely,” I say, and then he’s on me. He crushes his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth, and I can do nothing but to savor my own pussy on his lips.
“Lovely indeed,” he whispers back at me, his hands once more on my waist. He grins and then, a heartbeat later, he makes me turn on my heels and face the wall. I place my hands there for support, and jut my ass back at him by instinct. Taking one hand behind me, I find the hem of his boxers and tug them down as viciously as I can. His cock springs free immediately, and he’s so close to me that his huge shaft slaps my ass cheeks with a maddening sound.
Pushing my dress up to my waist, he takes one hand around my body and squeezes one breast under his long fingers. I thrust my ass back at the same time, resting my forehead against the wall and closing my eyes as I feel his shaft right between my ass cheeks. My body acting on his own, I start moving with a flowing motion, grinding against his cock as hard as I can. I feel it pulse against my ass, hungry and eager, and it doesn’t take long for Chase to take one step back and grab his huge mast.
Looking back at him over my shoulder, I choke down a gasp as I see his cock for the first time. He’s holding it in his hand, but it looks so huge that it’s almost unbelievable. How the hell is that thing going to fit inside of me?
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he tells me, as if he can read my thoughts. I face the wall again, my heart feeling as tight as a closed fist, and prepare for what’s coming. “Or at least I’ll try…” he continues, coming up to me and whispering these words into my ear. Oh, God, this is going to be interesting.
Angling his cock down, he pushes it between my inner thighs, his thick shaft forcing me to spread my legs wide. I bend over at the same time and, as I do it, he positions the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I take one deep breath.
“Do it,” I breathe out, and then all hell breaks loose.
He enters me with one sudden thrust, his shaft sliding inside my pussy and straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel my insides stretching to accommodate him, but he’s so big that I can’t help but feel that my pussy is gripping his cock like a vice. This time I scream, unable to stop myself, my brain almost exploding as it tries to process the fact that something as big as Chase’s cock is inside of me. It’s almost too much for me to take, but the key word in here is almost. You don’t think I’m going to waste this, do you? Oh, no, I’m going to take this chance.
I hold my breath as Chase slides his cock, stopping when only his tip is inside of me. I only start breathing again when he trusts, sheathing his shaft to the hilt. Building up the rhythm, he rocks his hips at a gentle pace, but it only takes a few seconds for his pace to reach new heights. Soon enough, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass echoes around us, and it sounds like the most amazing symphony I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, you’re really tight,” he exhales sharply, hooking his fingers deeper on my thighs. I can’t help but wonder if I’m as tight as he says; his cock is so freakishly huge that every pussy must feel tight as hell for him.
Pistoning into me like a madman, he stabs me with his cock so hard that locks of hair are already plastered to my forehead, beads of sweat making their way down my face. And still he keeps on increasing his rhythm, fucking me so fast I don’t even know how he’s doing it.
“Chase… This is… So good…” I pant, his name leaving a sweet taste on my tongue as I say it. Gritting my teeth, I try and match his rhythm, thrusting my ass back at him. The sound of flesh on flesh grows even louder, and I can feel my mind dangling over the edge of pleasure’s cliff. It won’t take long, that’s for sure.
Feeling me close, he takes one hand around my waist and presses two fingers over my clit. That’s it; he doesn’t even start rubbing it. He just presses down on it, and it’s as if a bomb has gone off inside my skull. My arms grow so weak that I take my hands out of the wall and just support myself with my forearms, my pussy tightening so hard around Chase’s shaft that the fact he still keeps on thrusting is a small miracle.
My muscles are twitching, and I’m trembling so hard that my teeth are chattering. Chase starts taking his cock out of me then, and I moan as I feel his long inches making their way out. It pops out of me with a wet sound, and I turn on my heels right away, pressing my back against the wall and looking into his eyes.
“We’re not done,” he says, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. Placing his hands under my ass cheeks, he lifts me up and pulls me into him. I react by instinct, crossing my legs on his lower back and placing my arms over his shoulder.
“Then fuck me,” I tell him, “as hard as you can.” I don’t need to say more; grabbing his cock with one hand, he angles it down and presses its tip against my wet pussy. One thrust and he’s in me again, his cock stretching me so wide I doubt my body will ever be the same. And what the hell, if that happens it’ll be completely worth it. This is the experience of a lifetime. Really, how many men do you know with a twelve-inch cock and know what they're doing?
He fucks me hard and merciless, obliterating my rational mind with each thrust of his. I’m clawing at his back, feeling his rugged hard muscles under his shirt. I close my eyes, imagining how he must look naked; I wish I had ripped his shirt off before we started fucking, but oh well.
I hiss through my gritted teeth as he keeps on thrusting, my pussy gripping his shaft viciously. I already feel on the verge of coming again, and that means I’m about to come for the—Jesus, I’ve lost count already! This is the first time something like this has happened to me.
“I’m about to --” I start, but the words die in my throat as he thrusts harder than before, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that I’m actually surprised I’m still conscious. My muscles start spasming as if I’m having a seizure, my eyes rolling in their orbits. I’ve lost all control of my body and if he wasn’t holding me I’d just fall to the floor like a ragdoll.
“Cum, cum for me,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe it was already going to happen anyway, but the moment my words reach him his cock pulses almost too violently inside of my pussy. I moan as that happens, ripples of pleasure spreading from my loins to the rest of my body, and then he starts cumming with a groan.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his cum gushing a river of warm cum inside of me. I press my mouth against his shoulder, a shiver going up my spine each time his cock pulses and shoots his seed inside of me. He keeps on cumming for what seems like forever, his cum dripping out of my pussy and making its way down my thighs and legs.
Groaning again, he takes his cock out of me slowly and then puts me down on the floor. I lean back against the wall once more, taking a deep breath as I feel strands of cum sliding down my legs.
“You can’t go back like this,” he whispers, his lips moving against my ear. My skin prickles at his words, and I open my eyes just in time to see him go down on his knees. Keeping my dress up with his hands, he takes his mouth to my right knee and, using only the tip of his tongue, he scoops up the gooey line of cum that made its way there. He follows it with his tongue all the way up to my groin, and then he does the same on my left leg, licking my skin dry.
When he’s finally done with the cum on my legs, he focuses on the place where heavy strands are hanging: my pussy. He dives into it in a frenzy, opening his mouth wide and sucking my cum-coated folds.
I run my fingers through his hair as he does it, a shiver going up and down my spine as his tongue licks me dry. He keeps going for what seems like forever, scooping every single drop of cum on my body, and he only stops when he’s finally done.
Slowly, he goes up to his feet, letting go of my dress and smoothing it over with one hand. He smiles and, the m
oment he does it, a strand of cum escapes his lips and drips down to his chin. Returning the favor, I lean into him and use my tongue to scoop it up.
We kiss then, our mouths irresistibly attracted to each other. Our tongues dance over a blanket of cum, and his salty flavor inundates my mouth at once. Pulling back from his kiss, I look into his eyes and then—and this is a first for me—I swallow. His warm cum makes its way down my throat slowly, and I sigh loudly, a deep exhaustion taking over my body.
“Fuck, this was amazing,” he breathes out, the words coming out of his mouth sounding like the most genuine thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
“Yes,” I just whisper as a reply, closing my eyes and trying to engrave the memory of what just happened into my brain. Not that I need to; I doubt I’ll ever forget the way Chase made me feel.
More than a real cowboy, Chase is a real man.
48
Carla
“Welcome to Madison Square Garden!” the announcer booms, and the audience cheers. I grin to myself and tug on Becca’s hand. “C’mon, I reserved some really good seats up front.” Perks of being an employee, right? I rarely use this particular perk, but being able to see Chase in action?
I don't want to miss a moment of it.
Becca jerks her head at Lisa and Ashley, who seem a little overwhelmed by the amount of people in rhinestone and cowboy hats and boots, all crowded into one arena. It’s true that it isn’t something you normally see in New York City, but hell, I had my own boots and cowboy hat on. I couldn’t exactly make fun of everyone else wearing them.
I may’ve just bought mine yesterday, but nobody needs to know that.
Oh, and lots of rhinestones on my ass. It’s my best feature, and I want to draw attention to it. Maybe later on, Chase will give it some attention too. I grin to myself. Sex with Chase was just as amazing as I knew it was going to be, times a thousand.
And thank god, no suit in sight.
We slide into our seats just as the announcer starts in on the first round – cowgirls doing barrel racing. Ugh. I am not here for the cowgirls, that’s for damn sure.
I turn away from the flashing costumes to listen to Becca while we all wait for the calf-roping event. The real reason to attend a rodeo. Well, a calf roping event with Chase in it.
“Oh my god, first we did it in the shower, then in the bed, then on the couch, then…”
Okay, so honestly, I’m trying to pay attention, but listening to Becca talk about fucking Jason is just…meh. How she could look at Jason and Chase side by side and somehow be attracted to Jason is beyond me.
“His dick isn’t that big,” she says, and my ears finally perk up.
She holds her hands out about six inches apart. “I mean, you know, average.”
I try to hide my smirk, although I’ll admit, I didn’t try very hard.
To think, just a few days ago, I hadn’t believed Lisa and Ashley when they told me that their boyfriends had 12-inch dicks. Now that I’ve seen one in person…and felt it in me…I’ll never go back.
I guess you could call me a 12-inch convert.
But, I haven’t told the girls that Chase and I fucked. I don’t know why; it just hasn’t come up yet, I suppose. I mean, he’s only here for the rodeo and he’s probably going to be leaving soon, so I’m obviously not getting attached to him…he’s just my fuck buddy.
And I don’t have to tell my friends about every fuck buddy I get, right?
My phone starts ringing – “Working Overtime.” Dammit. That means that it’s someone from the MSG calling me. Turning away from Becca, still going on about all of the places her and Jason have fucked – with his very average dick – I answer.
“Carla, we have a mess down here.” Thomas’ voice is sharp and panicked. “Can you head to the judges' booth for a minute? We need some help sorting this out.”
Double dammit. How is it that these people know how to get themselves out of bed every day? They don’t seem to know how to make the smallest decisions without me.
With a sigh, I tell him I’ll be right down; there’s no use pretending I’m in bed or sick or something, considering he can hear the echo of the announcer right in his ear, and I tell the girls I’ll be right back.
I hope I’ll be right back.
I head up and out of the bleachers, and toward the judges’ stand, wondering what the major malfunction is. If I'm getting dragged all the way down there so I can help them figure out where the pencils are, I swear to god, heads are going to roll. Doesn’t anyone know the words “day off” around here? I shouldn’t be surprised; sometimes, I think they have a tracker in my cell phone and can tell that I’m at the MSG, even when I’m just attending as a regular customer.
Sigh.
“Watch out, lady!” someone yells, and my head jerks up. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Right in front of me are some giant-ass horses! I realize that they’re moving the wild horses to another pen, and fuck—I must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way, because I’m smack dab into the middle of them.
A white one, the giant beast closest to me, rears back on its hind legs, and the memory of Chase on the streets of New York flashes through my mind. Except this time, I don’t have my mace, and I don’t have my Chase.
With a shriek, I throw up my arms and drop to the ground in a panic.
Twice in one week, I’m in danger of being trampled to death by a horse in New York City.
Seriously, what are the chances?
49
Chase
I’m chatting with Jason, waiting for our turn, Moonshine shifting its hind legs, waiting contentedly for the excitement to start. Even in large crowds like Madison, Moonshine is placid as the day is long. Frankly, that day that he reared up on his back legs and scared Carla was really unusual for him. You can’t have a skittish calf-roping horse, you know. And Moonshine is one of the best calf-roping horses I’ve ever worked with.
I’m listening to Jason tell me about every sex position him and Becca have done so far when suddenly, a scream splits the air. I jerk off the railing and spin around. There’s Carla on the ground, curled up in a fetal position, and all around her is a herd of wild horses.
“Holy fucking mother shit damn!” I yell, throwing myself onto Moonshine and wheeling him around to face the oncoming stampede of horses. I don’t know who's in charge of moving these horses around, but they oughta be shot. You don’t move a big herd of horses without precautions and barriers in place, for fuck’s sake!
I spur Moonshine’s flanks and, pulling my lasso off the horn of my saddle, begin whipping it over my head.
Zing.
I throw the lasso, squarely snaring Carla around the shoulders and yanking her toward me, which of course means more screaming. Once she’s within grabbing distance, I pull her up and throw her over the front of my saddle where her screams stop with a loud oomph. I wheel Moonshine around so we can start moving with the herd instead of against the grain. It’s safer that way.
Except, oh fuck, they’ve really lost control of the herd because I realize at the last moment that we’re heading right into the arena. The wild horses spill out through the break in the fence and begin galloping around the arena, tails high. The crowds are yelling and stomping their feet and so I yank Carla up in front of me, forcing her to sit side saddle in front of me, and then dammit all if we don’t both start waving at the crowd like a bunch of rodeo princesses.
“They think we’re doing this on purpose, don’t they?” Carla says through her forced grin.
“Yup.”
And, well, if I’m gonna put on a show, it might as well be one I enjoy, right? I pull her up tight against me, nestling her ass against my rapidly hardening cock. Her rhinestone ass is going to be forever burned into my brain. The crowds are on their feet, hooping and hollering and yelling encouragement at us. I had no idea being a rodeo princess was so much, to tell you the truth.
We are slowly moving back toward the exit when Carla wiggles against me, her
rhinestone ass doing exactly what she intended.
“Is that all for me, cowboy?” she murmurs.
“Always,” I breathe in her ear. I want to kiss my way down her neck but I stop myself. Just barely. I probably shouldn’t fuck her in front of tens of thousands of cheering fans, right?
No matter how much my cock wants it.
“Come over to my place tonight, and I’ll cook you dinner as a thank you for your help,” she suggests.
“I can’t wait,” I say, helping her slide down the side of Moonshine. She blows me a kiss and then heads toward the judges’ stand. I watch her go, my dick ready to pound a hole through concrete. Damn, I sure hope she’s including more than just food with that offer.
With a groan, I turn back to Jason, who had watched the whole exchange with wide eyes.
“Are you two fucking each other?” he asks as soon as I get back to the corral fencing.
I shrug. “Once,” I say modestly. I’m not normally one to kiss and tell, even if Jason is one of my closest friends.
“Hot damn, I bet she’s real good in the sack,” he says, leering after her.
And that’s when I did something I’ve never done before, but hell if I regret it. ‘Cause I don’t, not one bit. Without another thought, I just pull my arm back and cold cock him, dropping him to the dirt.
“Yeah, she’s pretty good,” I say casually to his writhing form on the ground.
“God, Chase, why’d you do that?” Jason shrieks, holding his hands over his left eye. “Fuck, man!”
“Hope you can still wrestle calves with a black eye,” I say mildly, leaning against the corral fence again. “Oh, and unless you want a matching shiner, I’d suggest not mentioning her abilities in the sack again.”