She didn't hesitate. She stood up and turned to face him, finally. Standing on the stool in front of him, they were nearly the same height. Feeling a bit awkward, like maybe she'd done something wrong, she looked down at the floor instead of at him. What if he was disgusted by her blunt talk. She'd said the words she thought he'd wanted to hear, but perhaps she'd gone too far. It seemed unlikely. He was a prostitute, after all. It was so easy to forget that.
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. 'Katie. I want to fuck you so bad, you have no idea. I want to bury myself in your creamy pussy until I can't see straight. Do you understand?'
She gulped and felt a new wave of heat spread through her at his direct words. Apparently he was more than okay with blunt talk. She felt her knees go weak and nearly fell back against the table, but he caught her by the waist before she could stumble off the stool. 'Yes. I understand. I want that too.'
'But first I need to taste you.' Roughly, he pushed the saddle behind her to the side and swept the other items to the floor. Then, he unbuttoned her skirt and dragged it down her thighs until she could step out of it. He placed it carefully on the table behind her and lifted her onto it so her lovely legs dangled off the edge.
She flinched as her bottom came in contact with the hard table.
'You're not sore, are you?' He asked, reaching behind her to caress her ass with one hand. 'This doesn't hurt, does it?'
'A little bit. But it's okay,' she said absently. She was much too distracted by his warm, tanned skin, and her new unlimited access to it to care about the slight twinge of discomfort in her posterior. She trailed both of her hands down from his wide shoulders, across his collar bone, and over his powerful chest. She scraped her short nails over his small brown nipples, and watched in fascination as they contracted.
Stepping between her spread thighs, he caressed those long limbs while looking down at the small patch of reddish hair adorning her pussy. 'Look how pretty you are,' he crooned, and reached out one finger to trace her landing strip.
Slowly, he sank to his knees before her until his mouth was just inches away from the juncture of her thighs. His warm breath tickled over her moist flesh, and she looked down at him, thinking to herself what an erotic picture they made. Him on his knees before her with his bulging zipper, and her, flushed with pleasure, but still mostly dressed from the waist up.
She bit her lip in anticipation as he gently placed her thighs on his shoulders, so her calves rested on his shoulder blades, and her red-booted feet dangled down his muscular back. Not able to wait anymore, she leaned back on one hand and used her other to guide his head down, exactly where she wanted it. She watched as his tongue flicked out and circled that small patch of hair on her mound and then he shifted to one side to lazily trace one hip bone.
'Do you like that?' He asked lazily, using his thumbs to part her folds, he blew a puff of air over her sensitized flesh and looked up at her.
'Yes,' she gasped as he trailed kisses to the other hipbone. 'But I want you to lick me now. Right there.' she reached between her thighs and circled her exposed clit with one finger. 'Please. I can't wait anymore.'
She half expected him to tease her some more, but this time he did exactly what she asked. His velvety tongue lapped delicately around her bud as he slowly penetrated her sheath with one large, rough finger.
'Oh. Yes. That's good,' she sighed, removing her own finger, she buried her hand in his silky golden hair to keep him in place. 'Please. Don't stop.' Unable to control herself, she groaned as he added a second finger and slowly began pumping them in and out of her throbbing pussy.
'You’re so tight. I can't wait to feel you around my dick,' he whispered against her. He added a third finger as he flicked her clit with his tongue once, twice, and then sucked it gently between his lips.
Kayla felt herself lose control an instant later. Her breathing grew ragged and her hips moved of their own volition in rhythm with his deeply penetrating fingers. As her climax seized her, she clutched his hair tightly and ground herself against his lapping tongue.
As soon as Kayla's sheath stopped convulsing around his fingers, Nick gently disengaged his hand and gave her pussy one last chaste kiss. Looking up at her through the frame made by her creamy, white thighs, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, holding her gaze. 'You taste so good, darling. I knew you would. Now, we need to give you a little riding lesson. What do you think?' He grinned at her and slid her thighs off his shoulders.
Kayla released her death-grip on his hair and looked down at him with a dazed expression. 'Riding lesson? Umm…No.' She shook her head with more enthusiasm than required. Her wig slid out of place and she tugged it back where it belonged. 'I seriously don't think I can take anymore. Not without some vitamins, and maybe an IV drip. Why don't you get started without me and I'll take a little nap in the hay over there.' She pointed towards the stall she'd been hiding in earlier.
Standing up, he took her hand and placed it on the front of his jeans. 'You can have whatever you want, but are you sure you want this to go to waste?' He said, guiding her fingers over his prominent erection.
To her surprise, Kayla actually felt a tingle of desire flicker through her. His cock was incredibly warm and solid under her palm. Despite her recent gluttonous indulgence, her pussy surged with the need to be filled with his hard flesh.
She traced him through his jeans and glanced up at him. He grin was gone and his expression was pained as she toyed with him. 'Well, since I'm here an all. Maybe a riding lesson would be okay. What did you have in mind? A nice sedate trot, I hope.' She gave him a little squeeze and smiled as he winced.
Without warning, he removed her hand from his package, placed both her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. Sliding both of his hands under her pert buttocks he picked her up effortlessly from her perch on the table, turned and walked toward the stall across the corridor.
'You are about two seconds away from getting the rest of that spanking,' he said with a growl as he walked. 'After all this foreplay, I'm so horny this riding lesson is going to look more like bronco busting than a sedate trot.'
She giggled. She never giggled. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun. Why couldn't she meet a guy like this out in the real world? Probably because guys like this didn't exist there. Just in her fantasy world. Or back home. Certainly not in her corporate world where men were tame, polished, and boring. Not raw and hungry like this cowboy.
Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered against his ear. 'And how long do you think I can stay on? Eight seconds? Of maybe you'd prefer a… Long. Hard. Slow. Ride?' She punctuated the last four words with a flick of her tongue against his soft earlobe and was rewarded with a groaned curse.
Reaching the stall, he hitched her thighs higher around his waist so he could let go of her ass with one hand long enough to open the gate.
The friction of his denim-clad erection sliding against her naked cleft caused her pussy to come flaring to life, and a little 'oh' of pleasure escaped her mouth.
He stopped in his tracks and stared at her for a moment, his eyes burning with heat and desire. 'Make that sound again,' he demanded and slid her slippery folds against his zipper again.
Kayla couldn't help it. Another little sigh burst forth from her lips. There was just something about the way he was built, the texture of his flesh, and the scent of his skin that created the perfect instrument for her pleasure. Dry humping with this man was simply better than anything she'd ever experienced before. Though judging by the wet patch she'd created on the front of his jeans, dry humping wasn't actually a very accurate term for what they'd been doing.
'Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?' He asked, looking into her eyes with wild intensity.
Kayla shook her head and traced one of his golden eyebrows with one thumb in a gesture that was unexpectedly tender. 'Why don't you tell me exactly what I'm doing to you. In detail.' She said, returning his heated look with one of her own.
'I swear to God. I have never been so hard in my life. I just look at you and all I can think about is how much I need to be inside you.' He kissed her then. Roughly. With one hand holding her mound tight against his pelvis and the other gripping the nape of her neck to hold her in place, he thrust deep and fucked her mouth with his tongue.
Kayla tightened her arms and legs around his incredible body, and enthusiastically responded to his insatiable kiss. His passion was so overwhelming. She felt completely at his mercy. She, who made grown men tremble, was loving the way this man dominated her. The more forceful he was the more he made her squirm with desire.
