Romantic Erotica
"This Cowboy's Crush" a sex story by Clarabelle
“What do you reckon Dolly, am I losing my mind?”
Jason draws a hand distractingly up Dolly's thigh. Reaching in past the material of her short skirt, he stops short of her pussy, making light, circular strokes. He succeeds in setting loose a trail of goose-bumps over her soft flesh.
“I think if you don't want to marry her, don't marry her. It's dead easy”
Jason smiles.
“It's only my future.” He drawls sarcastically.
Dolly starts to wriggle out of her knickers.
“And I'm only a whore. I swear to god some of us girls deserve honorary psych degrees for this shit. I've counselled men in and out of hordes of situations.”
“And I don't care to hear about other men.”
Jason's hands play with her arse, feeling the taught flesh of her rounded cheeks. Dolly enjoys the sensation of this man's big arms wrapped around her petite frame. His tan contrasts delightfully with her pale skin. Continuing his ministrations, Jason moulds the shape of her bottom with his warm palms. Dolly twines her arms up around his neck, stretching her body against his. She looks into his earnest, brown eyes.
“We're on the clock, Sweetheart. You're my favorite and I want your body, I'm not so sure about all this talk. I know what I know and it's only one side of the god-damned story. I've never met her.”
Jason flips her a wry grin. “You can always fuck her. Maybe then you could talk more about it with me.”
Dolly doesn't answer; she pulls his face down to meet her lips and indulges her senses. At first she's only licking gently, asking him to distract himself, caressing the flesh of his full bottom lip over and over. His lip glistens. The sensation tickles Jason. He rakes his teeth over the sensitive skin. He groans, pulling her forward and subjects her to the full force of his passion. The kiss heats and deepens, their tongues meet in an open mouthed embrace. He cups her hips with his hands, placing her body directly over the heat of his crotch.
She answers, presses herself hard against him. He's her first client for the day and damn if she doesn't want this. He's all male heat and now finally, she has his undivided attention. There is no denying this ranch-hand is sexy as hell.
Jason tears his lips away from hers and kisses her neck, trailing heat down her front. He stops to pay homage at the apex between her ripe, pale breasts. Jason observes the dark stain of her areolas straining near his face. They vie for his attention. He ignores them, causing Dolly to thrust her ample chest further forward in silent request.
He goes on, impervious to her demand. Protesting, Dolly lets out a soft moan. Jason's lips continue their journey until the top of her vinyl skirt. He takes the zip between thumb and forefinger and traces the waistband with kisses. At the same time, he draws the zip up and open. His index finger brushes the neat, landing-strip of hair that heralds the entrance to her pussy. Dolly grinds her hips toward his fingers, receiving an unsatisfying light caress for her troubles.
Jason wraps his arm around her thighs. His grip prevents her from spreading her legs, Dolly is tantalisingly trapped, and unable to offer her sweetness to him, denied the opportunity to let him touch where she most wants his fingers.
Inside her closed pussy lips, frustrated desire turns to molten aching, heat. He licks along the intimate space where the two flesh folds meet. She wriggles. Dolly looks down at his eager head. They share a moment, Jason kneeling in front of her, his brown eyes meeting her cool, honey-colored ones.
“You're my sweetness. You're so hot right now it's hurtin' me”
Jason's voice is husky with desire.
“Damn but you talk Bullshit, Cowboy. But those lips are sent from heaven”
Jason snorts. He places his head between her legs, nose nigh on buried in her slit. At the same moment he releases his hold and her legs spring apart. Enthusiastically he licks. It feels so good Dolly shivers.
“Oh. God”.
“You like that?”
“You know I do”.
Jason flicks his tongue inside her warm, shaved lips. He drags his tongue across her sweetmeat and takes his time to lap and caress her folds. Dolly's legs give way. Recovering, she rocks her hips forward, onto his face. Greedily, Jason does his best to oblige her. He splays one broad hand on her lower back, keeping her pussy in place, burying his face. As she bucks gently, she can feel his wayward other hand, making its wicked way up the back of her inner thigh. He caresses her butt, fingers dancing along her curves, towards her hidden heat.
“Ohhh, Jay”
He laps and laps. She makes whimpering noises. He loves the sounds that fill the room. His index finger slips in from behind and toys with her wetness. He deftly zeros in, finding the place she most wants his cock. She's wet, sopping with desire. Between her legs, Jason grins. Dolly feels his cheeks touch her inner thighs.
“You're laughing at me?”
“No Honey. I'm just so pleased you want me.” His voice is muffled and his stubble catches on the sensitive flesh of her thighs. Tiny needles press and depress.
“And how I want cock. Your cock. NOW!”
He stops, looks up at her. He's still in his jeans and the impressive muscles of his thighs stretch the fabric taut in all the right places. She eyes his bare chest and its smattering of hair, taking in the farm-honed muscles that add to his appeal
“Not now. Soon.” Jason promises.
Dolly spins and places her hands on the bed; his fingers are still buried inside her. She bends in front, so he can see her pussy. It's pink and lush and inviting. With his index finger he continues to stroke. Slick, juicy noises accompany his quick movements. She splays her hips further and he adds his ring finger. His fingers pump in and out of her, spreading her pussy juice, teasing her clit until she's boneless, mindless. Jason stands his ground. He makes no attempt to take her.
Her breathing is sharp and ragged. She's bursting in front of him, fighting to keep standing. In a rush, she comes. He can tell by the crazy shake of her head. Against his fingers her muscles shudder. She's suddenly even more deliciously slippery. Jason fights the urge to chuck his jeans and bury his cock in her. He doesn't. She sighs and turns.
Dolly impatiently removes his jeans. His clothes smell like horses and there is red dirt in the fabric. She bites back a comment about doing his laundry before coming to see her. She flicks his belt buckle. Her normally deft hands struggle with his buttons. The strength and size of his cock pushing against the denim impedes her progress.
She stops trying to undo his jeans and runs her long fingernails over his length through the fabric. He grunts, pressing her hand flat over his cock, covering his meat with the warmth of her palm. He moves his hips forward in appreciation. And finally, hungrily he removes his jeans for her.
He’s hot, hard and pointing straight at her. She licks her lips and pushes her pretty, auburn hair over her shoulder. Dolly gets on her knees and takes him into her mouth. She sucks on his length and then withdraws, making progress down to his balls. Once there, she sucks and teases with her lips and tongue.
Jason runs his fingers through her hair. She takes his cock into her mouth and deep-throats as he pushes in and out of her face. It's hot and sloppy and he can feel his nuts straining, enjoying the exquisite tension, knowing his orgasm is close. Dolly senses it too; she pinches his bum cheek as a distraction and stops sucking.
“You gonna fuck me now, Cowboy?”
Dolly climbs to her feet.
“You fuckin' bet”.
He kisses her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She can taste herself on his breath. He tastes of other stuff too, dust and driftwood. She can smell the campfire smoke in his hair. Jason carries her over to the window, places her arse on the sill. He feels about for the lube he's conveniently left within reach.
“You don't need that Jay. I'm so wet for you Honey” She purrs.
“I want tighter, I want surrender.”
Dolly hides her dismay as he lathers his cock. He inches her butt forward until she teeters precariously close to the narrow edge. Jason raises her chin with his finger, bringing her face up to meet his. He gathers her close in a kiss. Beneath them, his hand begins its work. A lubed finger slides inside her arsehole. She squirms to accept the object. He lubes her sweet, little ring and never stops caressing the inside of her mouth with his expert tongue.
Dolly gyrates to entice his cock to her pussy. She’s restless with wanting and the need to be filled. Jason is oblivious. He inches his heavy man-meat to the entrance of her sphincter and begins his burning entry. Slowly, in a rhythmless thrust Jason buries his cock in her arse. It's so tight it makes his thighs quiver. Dolly angles her pelvis to accommodate him. He waits for her to relax, buried up to his balls. In the moment it takes for Dolly to adjust, she meets Jason gaze. He reads defiance in her cold, honey-colored eyes.
Jason licks her bottom lip. He thrusts and they both groan. He builds momentum and his face contorts with pleasure. Dolly watches him dispassionately. In her mind, she downgrades his status from Lover to Client. Jason's breathing develops into a rasp. She knows he can't maintain his relentless pace. She feigns interest, finding an element of pleasure in the feeling of his thick cock stretching her, watching his enjoyment in place of her own. He's close to coming. Big, warm hands grip her arse as he thrusts.
Only now he becomes dimly aware of her disinterest. Her beautiful, self-centred lover slows his relentless pace. Sweat, beads on his brow.
“You don't like this?”
“No it's good, it's not what you promised Honey, but it's fine.”
“Am I hurtin' you?”
“Only in ways that'll never heal.” she replies.
Jason stops.
“Am I not pleasin' my favourite whore?”
“I'm not your favourite whore. You wouldn't rut a pig the way you’re stuffin’ your cock in me right now Jase, but that's ok. I'm a hooker... I know what I get.”
“You think shit sex is what you deserve?”
She hears Jason's outrage in his voice. Dolly snickers.
“At least you admit it's shit sex.”
Jason withdraws his substantial penis. He lifts her gently off the sill and carries her to the bed. He kisses her eyelids, her neck, gently laying her body on the mattress.
“I'm sorry Lovely, I'm so sorry. I been out drovin' for four months, I just wanted to be buried deep, ya know? I forgot about makin' the light in your eyes and...”
Dolly starts to laugh.
“It's okay Sweetheart I don't want forever. I was expecting a home-coming fuck. That’s all.”
They lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Jason's breathing returns to normal. He slings a possessive arm across her middle.
“I'll make it up to ya.”
“It'll cost you.”
Jason leans on his elbow. His brown eyes search her face. She feels the warmth of each breath he exhales. An almost-smile plays on his lips.
“I don't give a damn about the pennies.” He plants a kiss on her swollen lips. “I just want to.”
Dolly giggles, curling her arms around his thick neck. “You do what you gotta do, Honey”.
Jason gathers her breasts together in his palms. His hands are rough and the sensation on her flesh is delicious. He presses the orbs together. First he takes one sensitive nipple in his mouth, lathering it with saliva, sucking. At the exquisitely delicate caress, Dolly loses the wind in her lungs. She arches her back. Jason responds by running his tongue around her areola. He buries his face in the valley between her ample peaks. He licks the gap, continuing on to make love to her other nipple.
She wriggles and writhes beneath him, eyes closed. He plants a kiss on her painted eyelids and uses his knee to drive her thighs apart. Dolly's eye's snap open. Jason rises onto his haunches and kisses her navel. She reaches down and wraps her painted talons around his pole. She can almost feel his heartbeat through the taut skin.
Jason stays on his haunches. Dolly takes the unspoken challenge and slides down until her firm, white arse is resting on his hairy thighs. He takes her weight in his hands, lifting her hips. Jason leans back and allows her to slide even further down into his lap, this time engulfing his thick, waiting cock in the softness of her secret place. It's a balancing act that relies on his brute strength to keep them connected. Dolly arches her back, plants her feet and he lifts and guides her hips. Impaling her, again and again.
Jason takes her moans and cries as a cue and increases his pace. He strokes a few times and stops. She is prone, pert nipples near his face. Seizing the invitation, he sucks and cajoles. Dolly uses her inner muscles to massage his cock from within, returning the pleasure. He lifts her once more and drops her on the length of his pole.
She sighs. Jason doesn't want to come, not yet.
He leans forward and drops her from her precarious post. Dolly lands beneath him on the mattress, legs akimbo. He tucks her ankles near his ears and buries his cock again. He strokes. Grunts. It's the best damn feeling watching her melt like cream in his arms. Her mouth is open in the shape of an O, her hands are on his back, pushing at him in a silent plea to re-enter her wet center. He glides all the way in and takes himself all the way out again.
“That's so fuckin’ good”
He spreads Dolly's legs wide and takes deep aim. She squeals. He likes that. Jason reaches down to play with her clit and within seconds he can feel her shuddering orgasm all over his cock. He pushes in again, burying himself.
“More,” she says.
Jason grins. He gets up, tugs her too him, kisses her, sweeping his hungry tongue through her mouth. He leads her to the wall and she cottons on. Dolly stays upright but spreads her hands. He slides home from behind. At first, when his cock nestles her butt she wonders whether he'll dare to try her arse once more. He doesn't. Instead he happily buries his cock to the hilt in her juices and thrusts again and again. She moans and pushes back. He fucks her boneless, she can feel the moment he orgasms. In the build-up, his feet plant firmly on the floor, seconds later his hot seed shoots into her slick passage.
She's limp and sated. Jason slaps her arse and drags her over to the bed, pulling her tiny frame so she's draped over him.
“Better?” He asks and kisses her nose.
“Nice”.
Jason almost jumps up off the bed.
“That was NICE?”
“Ok Cowboy” Dolly laughs. “You fucked me boneless.”
“And you loved it”.
“Yeah.”
Dolly looks down at her lover, his warm body covered in a light sheen of sweat. His brown eyes meet hers in a question. She gives him a quick kiss and goes to get up. Jason grabs her arm before she has a chance to remove it.
“Stay like this, just for a sec.”
“I gotta get cleaned up.”
“I'll pay for all day.”
“You do what you like, I'm all squidgy.” But Dolly grins, elated.
She moves down to kiss his chest, and caresses his small, hard nipples. It's a gentle gesture, awakening emotions in him beyond their paid relationship. Jason lies very still. He almost breaks the moment, wanting to say something to reassure her. He loves her, as sure as the sun rises each morning. He knows because he can feel it in his chest, he can feel it in his satisfied cock, in the way he admires her creamy beauty and the way his fingers want to tuck her sweaty, wayward hair behind her cute little ear. He doesn't say anything.
“We'll be alright, you and me.” It's Dolly who speaks, trying to break the strange tension.
He's an honest man, with a host of emotions written on his features. Jason props himself up on his elbows and closes the gap between them with a searing kiss.
“Yeah.”
Copyright September 26, 2011
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