Cowboy's Special Lust

Cowboy’s Special Lust

By Janice Lux and Alicia Moore

I
felt my juices soak through my panties as I watched the cowboy slowly slide his
shirt off, revealing his gorgeous, bronzed chest. He gave me a sly, seductive
smile as he stepped in front of me, one hand undoing his zipper, the other
grabbing my wrists and lifting them over my head, pushing me against the wall.

I
groaned as I felt his hot lips brush against my neck, sending shivers of
pleasure down my entire body. His toned body pressed against mine as he pulled
his pants off, revealing a huge, quickly growing cock. I only got a quick
glance at it before he pressed into me again, his soft lips covering mine.

His
tongue was on a mission as it explored my mouth, tasting every inch it could
reach. I responded as best I could, battling him for control of my mouth. I
heard him groan as he pushed his tongue deeper down my throat, his other hand
moving down the front of my jean shorts. My moans grew louder as his hand found
my clit.

“Holy
fuck, right there,” I managed to groan. He pulled out of my mouth and took a
split second to grin down at me before pulling down my pants. He shook his
head, the sly grin on his face widening.

“My
cock first.” The grin was still on his face, but he had an edge to his voice
that made it clear who was in charge.

“
Now
.”

Goddamn
he was such a fucking tease. But the commanding tone in his voice turned me on
even more. My orgasm started to build quicker now as I did as I was bid. I
wanted nothing more than to please him…

He
let go of my hands and I immediately bent down and went to work on his now
completely hardened cock. I heard him groan as my lips wrapped around his
bulbous head, my tongue going right to work. It took both hands to wrap around
him, he was so big. I could taste his sweet pre cum as I brushed against the
tip, making sure to taste every drop.

I
felt his cock pulse in my mouth as my lips slid lower down his cock, trying to
get him as far down my throat as I could go. He was so big, I could barely get
him halfway before his head was poking my tonsils. I felt my gag reflex
respond, but I held him there for a full ten seconds making sure to get a good
taste.

I
coughed and pulled him out for a split second before pushing him back in. I
giggled as he started to fuck my mouth, knowing I’d get the same treatment in
another one of my holes before too long. I heard him groan again, louder this
time, and that turned me on even more. I wanted so desperately to be dominated
by him – but not yet.

He
grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. I let out a small yelp of pain, my
pussy threatening to explode with pleasure now. His other hand was on the back
of my head, making sure I wasn’t going anywhere as he picked up the pace, my
gag reflex getting a workout as he went deeper and deeper.

“Oh
fuck, baby. I’m almost there,” he groaned. I worked him with my mouth now,
covering as much of his cock as possible, tasting as much as I could. He
stopped fucking my mouth and let me go to work, my lips sliding all the way
down his shaft and to his balls. I took them both in my mouth, worked my tongue
around his ball sack and moved back up to his head, giving him small licks as I
worked my way back up.

But
I didn’t want him to be done with me yet. He needed to fuck me first. I stopped
and slowly rose, letting him catch his breath.

“Please,
fuck me,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his. His expression went from
‘about to cum’ to almost animalistic in the blink of an eye. He spun me around
so I was facing the wall, taking care to keep both my hands together behind my
head. I leaned back and closed my eyes as he slowly slid into me.

He
took it slow on me to start with, letting me get used to the feel of him as he
buried himself all the way inside. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
The pain flared quickly and spread to the rest of my body, but pleasure quickly
extinguished it as he slowly pulled out and pushed himself back in.

“Oh
FUCK, baby,” I groaned, eyes closed and quickly losing all of my senses but
pleasure.

He
thrust slowly only once more before speeding it up, his cock filling me up
completely. I bucked as he started to spank me, starting lightly and gently and
increasing the force with each thrust, ass straight up in the air.

He
started to moan as he pounded into me, my walls tightening around him now.
Goddamn he was so fucking big! He grabbed me by the throat and squeezed tight
now, my orgasm rising quickly to the surface.

Just
as I thought I’d lose control, he paused, pulled out, and flipped me over
effortlessly so I was looking up at him right into his gorgeous blue eyes. He
sank into me once more, not breaking eye contact as he pressed himself onto me,
stretching me to the max now. I only lasted a few thrusts before all my control
disappeared.

I
screamed and unloaded my juices onto him as he pushed his hot cock into me one
last time, deeper than ever before. He gave a shout just after I did, and I
felt his cock contract as he came inside me, the white hot jet hitting all of
my pleasure spots. I bucked again as he finished pumping his load into me, my
body begging for as much as possible.

When
it was all over, he pulled out and sank onto the carpet. I could tell he was
almost exhausted as I was, but goddamn what an incredible first time.

“Holy
shit, baby. I didn’t realize how tight a virgin was gonna be. That was
amazing,” he said, the sly grin back on his face…

KNOCK
KNOCK KNOCK.

“Excuse
me miss? You asked me to come get you at 6 o’clock.”

It
had just been a stupid dream. Figures.

I
sat up straight, blinking rapidly, trying to remember where I was.
You’re in
your hotel room in Vegas, Sarah, and you have to work tonight. Now get your ass
out of bed!
I had no idea how much time I’d wasted dreaming about a
handsome cowboy fucking me, but I needed to forget about it and focus on what I
had to do.

I
got up, got dressed, and stepped out of my hotel room, into the cool desert
air, drinking in the sights and smells of the Vegas strip. Ah Vegas. Entertainment
capital of the world. Best known for shopping, casinos, and nightlife. And of course,
rampant debauchery. My new home.

I
had always been extremely lucky when it came to poker. I’d win hand after hand
and really rake in the money. I don’t know what it was, but I was just really
good at being able to tell when I was supposed to bet or fold. I really knew
how to play. I became so accustomed to winning that I made my living in the
local casino back home on the east coast.

Each
week I’d head over to the casino and win some more money for that week. I won
so much that I was surprised no one had talked to me about the possibility of counting
cards. Not that I could ever take the time to do that.

But
there was one part of my life where I wasn’t so lucky. And that was with the
guys. I had always had problems trying to get guys to be with me. All
throughout high school and college I’d try to get guys’ phone numbers or get
them to go on dates with me. And I always got turned down.

I’ve
always been a very shy girl so I figured that was probably the problem. Most
guys back home liked hot, confident girls, not scared girls like me. After a
period of time in college with lots of hurt feelings and rejections, I finally
gave up on the guys. I desperately wanted to lose my virginity, but I knew
there was a better chance of winning a million bucks at the casino. It wasn’t
as though I was even ugly or gross or anything, I was just really stupidly shy.

So
I dedicated myself to winning it big at poker. It was my outlet in life and it
worked really well for me. Also, I figured if I could get lucky enough to win
it big, I may one day get lucky enough to be with a man who’d be right for me.
So far that day hadn’t come.

I
took a deep breath and headed straight for the nearest casino. The lights
flashed as I stepped inside, practically blinding me. Boy oh boy I could tell
this was nothing like the casinos we had back home.

Loud
rap music blared from the speakers. Half naked people walked around serving
drinks and dancing. God damn was this a club or a casino? I looked around and
spotted the blackjack table near the back. Perfect.

It
only took ten minutes before the chips started to pile up. Before I knew it,
I’d won about five grand in chips. Five grand my first time in my first casino
in Vegas? Holy shit I was beyond excited. I noticed the dealer looking at me
suspiciously, but I didn’t care. You know that high they say people get from
winning at poker? Multiply that feeling by about a hundred and that’s where I
was at.

I
was all smiles as I collected my winnings, thinking about how I’d enjoy a nice
relaxing month. Maybe I’d take myself out to a nice dinner or a movie or
something. I sighed as I turned away from the chip booth. If only there was
someone to enjoy my money with.

As
happy as I was when I won though, I considered gambling to be more work than fun
and I never understood people that had an addiction to this kind of thing. The
high lasted only a few minutes but after that, it kind of dissipates. It would
be a lot more fun if I made money with someone else in mind.

But
it is what it is I guess. I would have to treat myself tonight. I pocketed my
money carefully and moved right to the exit, already thinking about that
awesome bar I’d seen next to my hotel room. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t
even notice the tall guy in front of me until I walked right into him.

“Sorry,
I-”

When
my hand touched his body, I looked up involuntarily. Boy was I glad I did.

He
was smiling down at me with a perfect, white smile, dimples and all. His eyes
were deep, dark brown, perfect for getting lost in. He had a gorgeous, shaven
face with a cowboy hat covering his short brown hair. And best of all were his
muscles. My hand had found itself planted on a perfectly ripped torso I could
feel even underneath his shirt. I was sure if he took it off his body would
probably make my faint it’d be so perfect.

“E-excuse
me,” I mumbled trying to get around him.

He
put a large, warm hand on my trembling shoulder.

“I’ve
been watching you play all night. It looks like you really know how to play
poker. What’s your secret? Do you count cards? I promise I won’t tell anyone,”
he said, flashing me another blinding smile. He had a smooth, sultry,
stereotypical southern accent. Holy fuck I was in love.

“N-no,
just lucky I guess,” I responded nervously, distracted by his gorgeous face.
Already I could find myself getting lost in those dark, mysterious, warm eyes.

“Well
you certainly seem to get very lucky. I’ve never seen anyone win that many
chips that fast, and I’ve been around these parts a long time.”

“Well
like you said, I know how to play the game,” I responded a little defensively.

“Can
I buy you a drink?” he asked casually.

I
had nowhere to be, but I wasn’t sure about this man quite yet, other than that
he was absolutely stunning and he looked
really
familiar. But I didn’t
like how he kept asking my questions about my game. I had heard stories about
people getting taken to underground dungeons and beaten until they confessed to
cheating at card games. I really, really wanted to avoid having that happen to
me tonight.

“Why
do you want to buy me a drink?”

He
shrugged.

“Because
I think you’re really gorgeous, and I’d like to buy you a drink.”

His
compliment took me aback. No one had ever been that direct to me before. This
man simply
oozed
confidence. I knew if I wasn’t careful, I was going to
start falling for this guy faster than I could think.