Paranormal Secrets: Paranormal Werewolf Interracial Alpha Male Cowboy Ghost Erotica (3 Erotic Short Stories)

by J. Leather

  “Oh fuck,” She whimpered. “Oh, yes… this is so good.”

  “Mmmmhh!” Cooper nodded, his eager mouth full of her pussy, as his callused hands caressed her thighs and buttocks.

  Selene’s heart began to race and her breath quickened. His hands felt like fiery torches on her soft skin. Her whole body shivered with each lap of his tongue on her aching pussy. The cowboy’s strong fingers probed at her slit and he inserted one inside. His lips and tongue danced over her clitoris, sending her to ecstasy heights she had never known, as he finger-fucked her slowly. She felt her insides clench hard and knew an orgasm of intense proportion would wrack her body soon.

  “Oh, Cooper… Ohhh,” She moaned, clawing at his head. “Ohhh… I’m going to cumm so hard… oohhh.”

  Cooper grinned and squeezed her swollen pussy between his finger and thumb, making a little camel toe bulge for his tongue to lash over. That pushed her over the brink. Her body shuddered and she gave in to the release. Days of pent up tension and emotions cascaded out of her in a rush of euphoria. She moaned and wept loudly, not caring that they were out in the open, in a front yard of an old ranch house under the full moon. She shivered as the cowboy lapped away at the juices flowing freely out of her.

  Her body shook with each wave coursing through her and she felt Cooper reach up and under her blouse. His deft hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. His fingers teased her cherry hard nipples, intensifying her orgasm. She gasped and whimpered, her fingers clawing at him, wanting him.

  “Oh, Cooper… that was so good.” She moaned. “I want more… come on up, cowboy… come on and ride me.”

  “Miss Morgan,” He smiled, licking her taste on his lips. “I’ve never heard you speak so freely before… you’re downright making this ol’ ranch hand real horny.”

  “Damn straight, I am,” Selene slurred, driven by her lust, “Get on top of me… fuck me, baby.”

  “Yee-haw!” The cowboy bellowed and dropped his gun-belt and trousers in one go.

  Though his cock wasn’t the biggest one she had ever seen, it was big enough and sure looked like the hardest. It throbbed and pulsed as he moved up to her. Selene spread her legs out wide, her wet pussy hungry and wanting.

  She gasped at the thickness of his hard cock as it slid into her. She reached out and grasped at his chest and shoulders. He was more man than she had ever known. Rock hard and chiseled as if from granite, he was every bit a hard working cowboy, refined and honed by nature. She wondered if she would ever find another like him, ever.

  “Ohmigod!” She gasped. “Your cock is so hard… it feels so good.”

  “Yeah, Miss Morgan…” He groaned and slammed his hips against her. “It feels great in there too… so wet and warm, and tight.”

  “Whoever you are, baby.” Selene whispered. “You’re sure making this trip worth the while.”

  Cooper grunted and lifted her legs over his shoulders, bringing more of his weight down on her, going in deeper into her pussy. Selene felt herself being folded in half, but she liked it. His hard cock plunged in even deeper into her and she enjoyed the fullness. She reached down and grabbed at his iron hard butt, and whatever the guy was, cowboy or not, he must have spent a lot of time on a saddle or doing deep squats to get those killer glutes, she thought.

  “Oh, Selene…” He grunted. “It’s time you rode this bronco.”

  With a sudden drop to the side he rolled over with her, his cock still deep inside and was on his back with her on top. She felt breathless by the ease of his movement. Must be all those years handling cattle, she laughed.

  On top now, Selene took charge. She pressed her palms down over his chest and bounced up and down on his cock. She felt a thrill each time his cock slid almost out of her and then went in all the way to the base. Her belly clenched as she moved like an exotic dancer over him. She felt his hard fingers dig into her soft, yielding buttocks, sending shivers all through her.

  His thickness plunging deep within her and her excitement triggered her second orgasm of the night. Her fingers clawed at his hairy chest and he pulled her close to him. He kissed her lips and stuck his tongue into her mouth as she came in shuddering spasms all over his cock. Her whimpers were muffled with his tongue dancing with hers.

  She felt his cock swell up in response to her orgasm all over it. She pressed down hard on his cock, squeezing his thickness tight. He looked like he was about to cum.

  “No, wait.” Selene shouted. “Not in there… I’m not on the pill.”

  Cooper looked bewildered for a moment.

  “I want to taste you, Cooper. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

  “Uh, Miss Morgan…” The cowboy’s eyes went wide. “That’s highly irregular, but I’d love that too.”

  Selene quickly got off his cock and slid down until the rigid cock was standing upright in front of her face. She grabbed the base and began to stroke him. Opening her moist lips she took the red hot head into her mouth. His gasp told her how much he enjoyed that. She stroked his shaft furiously while sucking on the head with fervor.

  His balls twitched and tightened, signaling the release of his cum. She felt his cock expand in her hand as she kept stroking it hard. Her lips clamped down on the head, she didn’t want a drop to spill.

  Suddenly he cried out and jerked. His muscular body went stiff and she felt a rush of cum explode inside her mouth. She looked up at him in surprise. Instead of the usual warmth, Cooper’s cum was cold. But it tasted as good as any other she could remember. He kept cumming for a while and she hungrily swallowed every drop.

  “Oh, Selene…” He sighed and ran his hands over her blonde hair.

  “Mmmhh, that was different… but so yummy.” Selene grinned at him, still stroking his cock slowly. “And I’d like some more.”

  “Sure thing, Miss Morgan…” The cowboy grinned. “The night is young and the moon is still high.”

  ~

  It was almost noon, with the sun high in the sky when she pulled up in front of the little Real Estate office. Prescott was waiting by the door. He gave her a quizzical look.

  “Good Morning, Miss Morgan.” He nodded as she stepped out of the car. “Have a good night?”

  “Morning, Mister Prescott.” She smiled at him. “Yes, I had a very good night. And I’ve decided to keep the place after all.”

  “Well, that’s good for you.” Prescott agreed. “There’s a few things we have in our safe I’d plumb forgotten to get over last evening… we’d be glad if you’d take them too.”

  “What sort of things?” She raised an eyebrow.

  “Old family heirlooms and such, nothing of great value.” He replied as he pulled out a small box from the safe.

  “Why am I not surprised?” She laughed with a rueful shake of the head.

  ‘So what changed your mind to keep the place?” Prescott asked as he handed her the box.

  “I met this fellow you mentioned. The caretaker…” She said, eyeing him with care. “And he agreed to look after the place for me, for a weekly pay.”

  “Ah, you don’t have to humor an old man…” He chuckled softly.

  “Well, I did meet this…” She began indignantly but decided to let it go. “What’s in the box?”

  “Some letters, more papers, a few trinkets and some old portraits and photographs.”

  Selene opened the box and began examining the artifacts. Prescott was right, nothing was of value. What a waste. She turned her attention to the portraits and old sepia toned photographs.

  “And how old are these?” She asked, laying them out on the table.

  “Oh, about seventy to a hundred years or more.”

  She peered at the family pictures with interest, not recognizing any one. Neither of her parents ever mentioned a family ranch while she was growing up and she had no other family apart from them.

  A striking picture of a young woman caught her eye. The picture was in black and white, but she could tell the woman was a blonde.

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p; “Who is this?” She looked up at Prescott.

  “Ah, that’d be Miss Delilah Morgan; she was the talk of the town back when the Morgans owned most of this place.”

  Selene nodded and pulled up another old photograph, this one featured a group of men dressed like cowboys standing around the same young woman. She scanned the images of the men and her breath caught. One of them looked distinctly familiar.

  Cooper. Her mind raced. How old was this picture, also a hundred years? How was that possible? She met Cooper the night before.

  “Who are… these men?” She asked apprehensively.

  “Those were the famous Wheaton boys, the best darn cattle wranglers in town. Cody and Cooper, they were near legend among them.”

  Cooper! She felt a numbing chill descend all over her. It couldn’t be.

  “Rumor has it,” Prescott continued. “That the one of Wheaton boys was in love with Miss Morgan there, and gave his life trying to save her from a stampede back in 1903.”

  Selene’s face had lost all color. She grabbed a glass of water and took a long sip. She absently picked up another piece of paper and looked at it. It was a kind of certification. A birth certificate of a Miss Delilah Selene Morgan dated 1874. She placed the glass back on the table and gathered up everything in the box.

  “Is there a decent hotel in town?” She asked. “I think I’m going to spend some time here looking over my new estate… for a few more days.”

  Notebook Thief

  An Erotic Interracial Short Story

  Amy sat in the middle of the lecture room studying anything but the course material. The little red notebook drew her attention again. It was a small notebook and probably filled with anthropological statistics and factoids; the movement of nomadic tribes across the continent, pregnancy rates of indigenous people. It wasn’t the sort of thing anyone would want to steal, and yet, Amy had her eye on it. Maybe it was the challenge of it. It belonged to the tall black guy in the front row and he was almost always writing in it, or else it was shoved deep into the tight back pocket of his baggy jeans.

  At first she had just been bored. She thought she could chat him up a bit and kill a few minutes before class started. “Hey…” She said coyly, striking a cute pose at the edge of his row. But he didn’t even look up! He was curled over the pages, his pencil skittering across the page lightning fast. “Um… hello?” Amy was not used to getting ignored. She was tall and fit, and knew exactly how good she looked in her skin tight tank top and miniskirt. Leaning forward so that a nice swath of her cleavage was on display, Amy tried again, “Excuse me?” Finally, he looked up. “I think my pen rolled under your seat.” She lied smoothly then smiled to herself as he took a good long look down her shirt.

  “No worries.” He said shutting the book and sliding it under his hip before relaxing casually back into his seat. “Go ahead.” Smart guy, she thought. He gets to chill and look me over to his heart’s content while I work around him. She shimmied down the narrow row and made a show of looking under the seats. He crossed his arms, casually perusing her body as she bent and twisted searching for the imaginary pen. Amy slid a hand across her butt, holding her short skirt down and emphasizing the curves of her ass. “Sorry to interrupt your writing. What were you working on?” She said, batting her eyelashes. He shrugged. Oo how annoying, Amy thought to herself. But she wasn’t ready to quit yet.

  “I’m Amy by the way.”

  “Tyrone.” He responded distractedly as he checked his cell briefly.

  If he was going to be like that then she was going to have to up her game. Delicately she rolled her shoulder and let her heavy purse fall forward. It tipped open, spilling its contents across his arm rest and the floor. He leapt up as her water bottle came crashing down almost in his lap. “Damn, what you trying to do? Castrate me?” Amy licked her lips as she watched the notebook slip off his chair and hit the floor. Dropping to her knees she made a grab for it. But he was faster. Just as her fingers touched the spine, he caught her by the wrist.

  “Nah, I’m on to you, girl.”

  “Come on,” she said throwing him another flirty smile, “Let me see it. You were working on it so intensely and you wouldn’t answer when I asked nicely… I’m just curious.”

  “Curiosity killed the cat.” He said with a wry smile.

  “Satisfaction brought it back.” She quipped easily.

  “Ha! Nice. But no. You can’t see it. Take your own notes.”

  Amy opened her mouth to continue the argument but the professor broke in. “Miss Rove? If you could please take a seat. I’d like to get started.”

  Pouting unhappily, Amy quickly stuffed the remainder of her things into her purse and looked for a nearby seat. The only one was several rows back. She’d never be able to see what he was writing from all the way back there! How frustrating. And distracting… she could barely concentrate on the seminar at all.

  She chewed on her pencil, and narrowed her pretty green eyes. He was so protective of that notebook. It had to be more than just class notes. Now that her interest was piqued there was no way she could let go. She was going to read that thing no matter what! But if she wanted to see that notebook she was going to have to get serious. Could it be done? Could she tug it free of his pants without him noticing?

  Twirling a long ribbon of her blonde hair around her finger, Amy came up with a plan. The best time to swipe it would be just a few minutes after the professor let them go. Everyone would swarm the door. Talking loudly and bumping into each other. Amy would simply press up against the tall guys back and… Hmm, no. He would still notice if pulling on the notebook yanked his pants too sharply. Would he get angry if he caught her? If he did catch her, she could always pretend she was grabbing his butt. Everyone loves to be flirted with… and he did have a very nice butt. Nonetheless it would be better not to get caught at all. She was going to need a little distraction.

  Watching the clock over the door, she waited as the minutes ticked by and the professor droned on endlessly. Finally, he wrapped up and she hurriedly shoved her own notes into her purse. Sliding out of her seat, Amy smoothed down her miniskirt and scanned the room for the owner of the notebook. There he was; ambling towards the door at an easy pace. She dodged in front of a pair of chatty friends and eased in to the press of bodies at the door. Now what would make a good distraction… ah ha! Angling between two people, Amy pinched the butt of an angry looking Asian chick. Hard. The woman squealed in shock and shoved the guy behind her, accusing him loudly “What the hell?! Asshole!” The hipster guy threw his hands up in defense but it was too late. Her push nailed him full in the chest and he fell backwards into a short dude with thick glasses. The glasses hit the floor and slid. In seconds the doorway was completely jammed with gawkers. And the owner of the notebook was in the thick of it. His back was turned and book was right there waiting for her.

  Now! Amy commanded herself and grabbed the notebook with both hands. A tiny wiggle and it was free. Amy palmed the book and hid it against her opposite hip. She tried to hide her grin too, as she calmly skirted the still squabbling students. What a rush! Who needs caffeine when you can steal shit instead? She giggled to herself as she strolled out of the building and rounded the corner heading towards the library. The library wasn’t her usual hang out of choice, but Amy was way too impatient. That notebook was practically burning a hole in her pocket so to speak. She stroked her purse and broke into a light jog; tan legs stretching out into an easy pace.

  Once in the library, she went straight for the archive stacks. Nobody went down here, right? And even if they did, they would think the red notebook was something she pulled from the shelves. Genius! A quick ride in the elevator and she was in a private sanctuary. There, she cracked open the book and began to read.

  “Wow” she exclaimed in hushed tones. “Definitely not class notes…” The words on the page were rich, descriptive and very, very, sexual. Bent low over the page, Amy felt her face heating up as her head filled with wicked
images. Tyrone was one seriously... what? Over sexed? Or underserved? Was this stuff all in his imagination or did he act out these fantasies? Did he do this to his girlfriend? As she licked her fingertips and turned another page, Amy started to picture herself involved in these scenes.

  Hot and panting. Wet and wanting. Legs in the air… The library seemed to be getting hotter by the second. Amy switched the notebook over to one hand and fanned herself with the other. Then she let her hand stray to the front of her shirt, unconsciously stroking her nipple as she read on further. Then he…and she… Amy was getting seriously wound up as she read on, quickly devouring page after page. Idly she pressed against her skirt, touching herself through the taught fabric. Too bad she wore such a tight skirt today. There was no way to slip a hand into her panties without rolling her whole skirt up to waist height.

  “Thief.”

  Amy almost dropped the book. Tyrone was standing at the end of the row completely filling any escape route and there was no place to hide. She was caught red-handed. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing… Suddenly, Amy saw Tyrone in a new light; not a just studious guy working away during class, but total freak in the bedroom. Thinking back to every class where she’d seen him writing and writing, she scanned his long limbs and wide hands. Could he do what he wrote with those hands? She imagined his wide soft lips mouthing those dirty words and felt a wave of heat wash over her. Amy very much wanted to hear that… and maybe even do some of that. Her pale body pressed against his coffee colored skin… but he was staring at her. Waiting for her to respond.

  “I..” There was no point in denying that she had stolen it. “I’m sorry. I thought it was just class notes.”

  “And I fail the next exam. Yeah. That’s cool.” He said sarcastically, the edge of his smile twisted wryly.

  “You could have borrowed someone’s notes. But it doesn’t matter. I only read a tiny bit, but this is… this is different. I would have given your poetry back.”