Buck Me Cowboy: A Secret Baby Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  The big man rumbled deeply in his throat at that, dark slashes across his cheeks as a muscle ticked in his jaw, his blue eyes ravenous on my body, eating up the sight of a nude virgin straddling her first dick.

  “You can do it baby girl,” he encouraged, his voice catching with need, hitching slightly. “Fuck yourself onto my dick, you can do it.”

  And that’s all that I needed to hear. With a mighty thrust downwards, I impaled myself on his shaft fully, sitting down all the way until my butt was pressed against his balls, that huge cock embedded all the way in, my steamy folds squeezing him.

  “Ohhhh!” I squealed, party in shock, partly in pain. “Ohhhh!”

  Because it felt so good, so right to have a dick in my private parts, my soft flesh holding him tight, that massive pole reaching so far up me that I thought it might burst out of my throat. And it did hurt, a little bit, a sharp pain had torn through my cunt on that last heave, making me jerk even harder, seize slightly as the fuckpole pushed through my final barrier, made me into a woman.

  “Oh baby girl, you’re so fucking tight, you’re so fucking small,” the big man rumbled against my breasts, his hands stroking up and down my waist, kneading my ass, moving up and down my back. “You did so well, let the boss take over now.”

  And with that, he began shifting his hips a bit, rocking back and forth, moving slightly within my needy cunt.

  “Oh oh oh!” I squeaked. “Oh fuck!”

  And the big man just grunted, moving a little more now, shifting my butt back and forth, letting the sensations build.

  “That’s right,” he panted against my skin, catching a nipple in his mouth. “Ride it, ride it, use my dick to make yourself feel good.”

  And despite the lingering pain, I began to lean into it. Clutching his shoulders, I began moving slowly myself, undulating my hips, cradling his dick in my sweet cunt, letting the pole slide in and out, more and more violently each time, his veiny length dropping out wetly only to push back inside. It was so fucking dirty, there was so much cream, so much jism, that both my ass and his balls and thighs were soaked, the natural lube making our flesh slap together as we moved in tandem.

  And soon the pain began to fade and I began to savor the ride, bucking and twisting like a real cowgirl. My nails dug into his shoulders and I screamed as his dick pushed into me, the base of his cock rubbing against my clit.

  “Oh oh oh!” I shrieked, tossing my head back. “Oh FUUUUCK!”

  And with that, I spasmed hard, my pussy clamping down on the cock inside, coming again and again on his massive pole, milking it for all it was worth. The big man couldn’t hang on any longer either and he too lost it, spurting his semen into my hot depths, stream after stream of hot jism spraying my cunt, coating my walls with his man milk, his balls shaking, trembling as my pussy jerked again and again on his dick, making sure to take every last drop.

  And after it was over, I dropped my forehead onto his shoulder, exhausted, limp, like I’d just run a marathon, my body covered in a light coat of perspiration, my huge boobs heaving up and down, pressed against the front of his shirt.

  The big man struggled as well, catching his breath, his dick still embedded inside me.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “How the fuck were you a virgin still? I can’t believe I popped your cherry, fuck it felt so good.”

  And I merely lifted my head to shoot him a lazy smile, my lips brushing lightly against his.

  “I’ve never actually used the dildo,” I whispered into his mouth. “I was too scared. But now,” I intimated, wiggling my hips with his cock still inside, “now, I guess I could do it.”

  And a low growl rang out in his throat.

  “So soon?” he asked. Throwing back his head, he laughed which morphed into a low growl. “Baby girl, you have no idea what you’re getting into. You’re gonna be sore after your first time, my dick is big and your cunt’s small, you’re gonna have trouble walking tomorrow.”

  I stretched languorously, arching my back, testing my muscles. It was true, I was already a little achy, pleasantly so right where it counted, my lower body suffused with a slow burn. But I loved it and wanted more.

  “How are we going to use my toy then? How are we going to use Mr. Stiffie?”

  Nick arched an eyebrow at me.

  “Is that what you call him?” he asked amused. “Fuck, you’re a dirty girl, a virgin begging me to fuck her with a dildo. Fuck, how’d I get so lucky?”

  And with that his big hands lifted me up, pulling me up and off his cock. It slipped out wetly, making me gasp, the huge shaft stiff coated in our mixed cum, a smear of red on the rod.

  “I’m gonna savor that,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna remember the proof of your virginity on my dick forever.”

  And I shivered and sighed a little more, the words so deliciously arousing, locking them into my heart.

  But Nick wasn’t done with me yet.

  “On your hands and knees,” he said, gesturing for me to get down.

  “Now?” I asked, my face flaming, the flush running all over my luscious bod, my breasts quivering with shock. “Here?” I’d at least thought he’d give me a few minutes to clean up, maybe sponge myself off in his bathroom. But the big man had other plans.

  “You heard me,” he grunted. “Right here, right now.”

  And with that, he picked up Mr. Stiffie, wielding the life-like dildo in his hand, testing the rubbery softness, the way it bounced back when he slapped the rubber against his palm.

  “I never thought I’d be jealous of a toy, but you know, I kinda am,” he said reflectively. Then he swung his eyes towards me, his blue eyes staking me in the heart. “Down,” he commanded.

  And obediently, I dropped to my knees.

  “Head down, ass in the air,” he barked.

  And quivering, I did as told, pressing my cheek against the carpet, my big boobs mashed against the soft pile, a cold waft of air drifting over my rump.

  The billionaire did nothing for a moment other than look. Although I could only see the tips of his shoes, I could feel that scorching gaze all over my body, running up and down the sinuous curve of my waist, over the generous span of my ass and into the slit between my legs. Wantonly, without even thinking, I parted my knees slightly, showing off my pink slit, the lips swollen and wet from our loving just seconds before.

  I felt his breath warm and hot on my pussy, the moist exhale of his mouth as he traced his lips delicately over my inner flesh. But just when I thought he was going to push the dildo in, he backed off for moment and barked, “Hold yourself open.”

  My eyes flew open.

  “Wha?” I asked dazedly. “Wha-what do you mean?”

  “Grab a butt cheek in each hand and hold your ass open for me. I want no obstructions, nothing blocking my gaze.”

  And slowly, my small hands crept back to my tush, seizing a soft orb in each hand and slowly spreading them. If I’d been exposed before, then I was ten times more now. Everything was visible from my wetly dripping cunt to my asshole, peeping and winking at the billionaire.

  “Fuck, this amazing,” he rasped, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy again. “Fuck, I’m jealous of this dildo.”

  Because then I felt the toy press up against my entrance. It was so big, so hard, so filling that I moaned as it breached me, slightly uncomfortable as a recent virgin.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, my face mashed into the carpet. “Ohhh,” I cried as I held my butt cheeks even wider, offering myself.

  “That’s it,” Nick ground out, sliding the dildo in even further. “You can take it, it’s smaller than me,” he smirked. And slowly, he began a slide in and out of my female channel. I was plenty lubed up already, both from his sperm and my own cream, and Mr. Stiffie slid in and out with no problem, rubbing up against me at the most delicious angle, stroking my g-spot.

  But Nick had plans.

  “Oh!” I squealed when he brushed against my asshole, stroking the tight pleats, making the pu
cker tingle. “Oh!” I sighed again when his digit popped in up to the first knuckle. “Ohhhhh fuuuck,” I moaned as he felt around that dark passage, fucking me in both holes.

  “I can feel the dildo through your ass wall,” he said roughly. “I can feel it moving in you, you’re so fucking tight.”

  And the dirty words sent me over the edge. It was just too much for my untested body. I was getting diddled two ways by a gorgeous man and my stamina, my ability to hold out was undeveloped. I exploded like a rocket all over Mr. Stiffie, my ass and cunt clamping down, spasming over and over again as I screamed into the rug, my body shaking with electric shock. I screamed again and again, not caring who heard, my ass jerking on his finger, almost popping it out as I bucked up and down on the fake penis.

  And after it was over, I was a mess, panting and heaving on the floor, my face pressed against the thousand dollar Persian rug, cream running heavily down my thighs as Nick pulled the dildo out with a long, slow slide.

  “Fuck, it’s wet,” he said, studying the rubber. “There’s so much nectar on this, it’s a shame to waste.”

  And with that he held it in front of my mouth to lick. Once again, I obediently opened and let my tongue trail up and down the plastic, tasting my own cream, the ambrosia that my pussy produced in such copious quantities around this man.

  “Oh god,” I moaned, completely sated, a total fuck doll for this man. “Oh god.”

  And Nick just chuckled evilly, gazing at my prone form, my curves white and luscious spread out before him, breasts heaving, ass and pussy just fucked.

  “This is exactly how I like my women,” he remarked. “Freshly fucked with more to go.”

  And with that I closed my eyes, knowing that my boss wasn’t done with me yet … not by a long shot.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Tammy

  The next day, I popped out of bed at the appointed hour, eager to get to work. Of course it wasn’t because I was so devoted to my job as a typist. It was because I wanted to see Nick again, gaze at his massive form, feel it below me, above me, on me, in me.

  I skipped out of my apartment and headed to the bus stop when a voice interrupted my thoughts.

  “Miss? Miss? Miss Jones? Over here.”

  I turned suspiciously. Up in the Bronx, stranger danger is everywhere and you’ve got to keep your wits about you. Acknowledging a random male wasn’t good form for a woman who wanted to stay safe.

  But the guy who greeted me was wearing the most ridiculous costume, making me titter slightly. He had a chauffeur’s cap on complete with a three piece penguin suit and a twirly moustache like a circus barker.

  “I’m sorry, do I know you?” I asked, struggling to keep a straight face.

  The man merely bowed, immune to my repressed giggles. He probably got it all the time. Instead, he gestured with a white gloved hand to a black sedan at the curb, bowing at the waist.

  “I’m here to take you to work,” he said with a pseudo-British accent. “Mr. Martin’s requested that I escort you to and from Luxor Corp. every day here on out.”

  I frowned. Was this some sort of joke? I’ve never had a car pick me up before, it’s always public transportation for me. Besides, how did he pick me out of the morning rush crowd? I could have been any of the women walking by.

  “How do you know who I am?” I asked suspiciously.

  The chauffeur merely bowed again.

  “Mr. Martin asked me to look for a beautiful young woman and you’re the only possible candidate this morning,” he said graciously. “Mr. Martin described you as ‘ravishing,’” he added.

  I colored, my insides growing warm.

  “Oh my god, he did?” I said softly, eyes wide, heart beating a million miles a minute. And when the chauffeur nodded and smiled, I slid into the car then, letting the luxury surround me like a down blanket. Wow, it was so fancy inside, buttery leather upholstery, free bottled water and classical music playing in the background. But how had Nick known where I lived? How did he know about my heinous commute?

  Suddenly my cheeks colored. Of course he knew, the alpha male was my boss, he knew everything, from how much I made to where I lived and what school I attended. It was probably all available to him at the touch of a keystroke on the Luxor mainframe.

  But as the scenery whizzed by bringing me closer to work, sheer happiness began to suffuse my body. Joy that the big man cared about me, had ordered car service for me, that he was concerned about my safety, my well-being. I smiled, blissed out, leaning back in the soft upholstery, beaming with happy vibes.

  And the shockers didn’t stop there. When I waltzed into reception, still floating on cloud nine, Norma signaled to me.

  “Tammy, I’ve got your new keys right here,” she said, jingling a chain at me.

  “Oh what for?” I paused. “Am I getting a locker somewhere, maybe in the company gym?”

  And Norma smiled gently at me.

  “No, HR’s placing you in an executive suite for the time being. Have you heard of Le Meridien Hotel?” she asked, confidentially lowering her voice. “Luxor keeps a couple apartments in the hotel for VIPs,” she confided. “And you’re going to be living in one of them.”

  My cheeks colored as I gasped.

  “But- but why?” I asked. “I’m just a no one from the typing pool.”

  “Who knows?” smiled Norma. “But take it from me, my dear. Count your blessings. Maybe it was a mistake by HR, a glitch in the computer, but no need to let on.” Switching back into a normal volume she said, “The movers are packing your stuff up now, it’ll be at the Meridien by close of business today.”

  And my mouth positively gaped. Movers were at my shabby home right now packing my stuff? I was moving into a luxury apartment by the end of the day? It was like Cinderella leaving her hovel and being magically transported to the palace.

  Zombie-like, I walked to my cube, unseeing, unhearing, dropping limply into my chair. There could be only one explanation for this. Nick. Mr. CEO must have arranged it all, the car, the new housing, the movers, everything. Scratch that. He must have told someone to do it, and presto, it was done.

  I stared blankly at my computer screen, my hand limp on the mouse, unable to focus. What had I gotten myself into? What had started out as a fling with the boss was now turning my life upside-down with new digs, a new commute, a new everything. Was I ready for this? Was this what I wanted, to have an alpha male in charge, taking care of me, keeping me?

  But another rush of happiness suffused my form, washing over my body in waves, my eyes growing bright, sparkling as I thought about the billionaire. Nick cared. He really cared about me, wanted to make sure I was safe, that I wasn’t killing myself getting to work each day, that I lived in a nice place instead of a rat-infested hidey-hole up in the Bronx.

  And it made me so happy, made me feel like I was really someone, that I mattered to someone. I’d never had this feeling before, I was always an afterthought, my parents working class folk who were too tired trying to put food on the table, the few friends I had disappearing after a few years. This was the first time that someone out there was paying attention, making me feel special and wanted.

  So I hummed happily as I typed away, smiling from ear to ear as my keyboard clattered. It was all good. Nothing could wreck my good mood.

  And sure enough, a message popped into my inbox just as I finished the last document.

  Come by, it said. I’m waiting.

  I almost jumped out of my chair with eagerness before forcing myself to take a few deep breaths and keep calm. Don’t be such a puppy! I warned myself. Nick’s done a lot but you don’t want to look like a silly lap dog licking his hand.

  Except at this moment I was ready to lick any part of Mr. Martin, any part that he’d let me touch. So trying to look normal, I smoothed my skirt and let myself into the women’s restroom again. As usual, no one was inside and I made my way to the handicap stall, pressing the release for the hidden door. Impressive, I thought, peering i
nside. Nick’s already installed the new lights, it looks great in here.

  And practically skipping through the maze I swung open the door that led to the private bathroom. Sure enough, the billionaire was waiting for me in the small space, pulling me into his arms, dropping kisses on my neck as I leaned into that big body.

  “Mmm, my best girl is here,” he murmured into my skin. “Fuck, you feel good.”

  And I giggled, pressing my curvy body against him, practically gluing myself to that hard frame.

  “I’m glad you fixed the lights,” I teased coyly. “That was quick.”

  He groaned into my neck.

  “Don’t want you falling over and tripping,” he replied. “Can’t have my best girl laid up and unavailable.”

  And I just cooed.

  “Is that your toolbox?” I asked coyly, looking up at him through my lashes, grinding my hips a bit against his hardness.

  And the big man threw his head back and laughed, showing off perfect white teeth. Because the question had two meanings. On the one hand, I was referring to his package, the rigid shaft pressed against my belly, hot, pulsing, ready to go. But on the other, there literally was a toolbox in the corner of the bathroom, shiny and made of red metal. I figured he’d used it to change the bulbs in the passageway, it was probably filled with nuts and bolts and all sorts of handy items.

  “Does that box look familiar to you?” he whispered in my ear, nuzzling my neck. “Does it ring a bell?”

  I threw it another glance. Nope, it looked completely normal, like something you’d pick up at a hardware store.

  “No, why?” I asked. “Is there something I should know?”

  He laughed again, amused.

  “I just thought since you’re an expert with sex toys, you might recognize it.”

  I flushed then.

  “Oh I get it, you keep your toys in there right? It’s not filled with nuts and bolts, it’s filled with X-rated stuff, right?”

  The big man hummed in my ear.

  “You’ll see little girl. Or more accurately,” he said wickedly, “you’ll feel.”