8. KATY
We got to his hotel room. I don’t know what I was expecting from a rodeo champion who was too much of a rebel to keep good ratings, no matter how skilled he was. But his room was an absolute disaster.
There were alcohol bottles everywhere. Most of them empty.
The bed was unmade, of course. That I could have expected.
But what I didn’t expect was there’d still be a woman in there from the night before.
“Colton,” said the young woman, who couldn’t have been over 20 years old…although she was certainly over 18. She was completely naked, her curvy body spread out over the bed, on top of the sheets and covers.
“Colton,” said the woman. “I’m glad you’re back so early….hey! Who the hell is she?”
“This is…”
“Katy,” I said, finishing his sentence.
Colton didn’t seem the least bit put off or embarrassed by the situation.
“And Katy,” said Colton. “Let me present to you…”
“Laura,” said the woman, her face turning into a pout. “I thought we were going to do it again,” said Laura. “That’s why I was waiting for you here.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, kid,” said Colton. “But it’s time to get out of here.”
We waited in silence as the woman dressed herself quickly.
She had big juicy breasts, very plump, that I got quite the eyeful of as I watched her dress.
Colton was watching her too, taking in every inch of her body.
I felt some jealousy rolling through me…I wanted him to myself…I felt like he was already my man…my feelings were taking over my head. What were my chances of having him to myself if this was the way he treated the woman from the night before, kicking her out like this? But his presence and body were overriding my rational mind…I was just experiencing lust…pure lust…and desire.
The door slammed behind her as she left the hotel room.
“Now let’s get down to business,” I said.
“No problem,” said Colton. He walked over to me slowly. He reached out and seized me by the waist.
“Oh, Colton,” I said, moaning, despite myself.
Colton reached up and ran his hands through my thick hair. It seemed to get stuck for a moment, but he was so strong it didn’t matter. He could do anything he wanted. He could do anything he wanted to me. He could do anything he wanted in life…I had a sense about these kinds of things…about people.
Somehow I knew, or thought I knew, intuitively what everyone else was capable…never myself, though, or at least very rarely. I had had a flash of insight right before opening my own business with my friend Sara. Before going into the wedding planning business I had been unaware of my own potential and simply working at a grocery store as a check out clerk and part time bagger. It hadn’t been much fun, and I hadn’t liked it at all.
“I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” said Colton, breathing lightly into my ear.
He turned me so that my neck was facing him. I tilted my neck, giving him access. He swooped my long hair out of the way, and kissed me gently on my neck. He still held me tightly against him around the waist with his other arm.
I let myself go: I leaned back, letting my weight fall away from Colton. I had decided to no longer support myself.
I thought it was hot, and I watched with interest as Colton’s arm muscle strained to hold me. I was leaning against him and away from him, and his arm didn’t have any problem hold me and my whole weight: of course it ‘strained’ but not in the way you might think…it was just that his muscles bulged as they held my entire weight.
Of course I didn’t weigh that much.
“You’re so sexy,” I whispered.
“You’re beyond sexy,” whispered Colton.
Suddenly, his arm moved. He had let me go!
How could he? I was going to fall to the floor…there wasn’t enough time for me to regain my own balance.
But I didn’t fall to the floor. Instead, I fell directly on the unmade bed…the unmade bed that not long ago was occupied by a naked young woman that Colton had slept with the night before…but at that moment, I didn’t care. At that moment, it didn’t matter to me that Colton was a womanizing bad boy, that he had a new woman every night, and that I was likely just another one in the series.
Somehow, Colton had repositioned the both of us so that I would fall right on the bed. When kissing me, he had somehow had the foresight to turn just slightly so that my fall would be safe.
On the bed, I was feeling full of desire. Something about actually being there on the bed on my back, with Colton looking down on me…it made me want him even more than before.
I opened my legs wide.
“Fuck me, Colton,” I said.
“You still have your pants on,” said Colton.
He was right. I looked down at my legs…sure enough, in the heat of the moment I had forgotten a small detail like that.
“So take them off,” I said, in a voice that was commanding and pleading at the same time.
Colton leaned down. He got on his knees, beneath me on the floor. He reached out and with his strong hands pulled my pants right off, without even undoing them at the waist.
“That was easy,” I said, laughing.
But soon I was moaning.
Colton leaned his head down to my crotch.
With a delicate touch, he used his tongue to lick the insides of my thighs.
He worked his way around the entire surface of my legs, going all the way down to the knee.
Somehow, I was experiencing plenty of pleasure just like that: he made sure to stay far away from my vagina, in that he never actually contacted it. He got within maybe an inch of it, and it only made me moan even louder and hard.
Somehow I was experiencing polymorphous pleasure, in that it felt like my entire body was sexually sensitive. I was used to feeling pleasure around my breasts, my neck, all the classically sexually sensitive areas. And I knew that women were more sensitive in this way than men: men seemed to only feel pleasure around their cocks, which wasn’t much, considering how much skin and area there really was to their bodies.
But soon I wanted the pleasure to increase even more.
“Lick me down there,” I said, moaning.
“I already am,” said Colton, picking his head up for a moment, and giving me a wink.
“I mean down…farther…” I said, barely able to string together a sentence, because of the intense pleasure and desire for more pleasure that I was feeling.
“You’re saying you want me to lick your kneecaps?” said Colton.
“This isn’t a time for jokes,” I said. “Lick my pussy, damnit.”
Colton didn’t say anything more. He didn’t need to. He obeyed. But he did it in his own way.
He reached up and cupped both my breasts in his big strong hands.
He massaged them for a while, as his tongue moved closer and closer to my hot spot…to my pussy.
The edge of the tip of his tongue came into brief contact with my outer lip…it was just enough to make me cry out. It felt more sensitive than ever before…the pleasure had increased ten fold from when I touched myself…it was all the anticipation, effectively turning up the dial on my pleasure receivers and centers.
Then he surprised me. I was expecting him to just move in closer and closer and began giving me oral in the regular way. But instead he pushed himself down on top of me, abandoning the licking altogether. He kissed me, a long, intense kiss, our tongues connecting. A spark seemed to be in the air, an intense sexual spark. It was more like a shooting star than anything else…a warm, even hot, feeling ran through my body, gushing up from my stomach and through my heart…it felt like it was radiating outwards, creating a field around me that enveloped Colton.
He was on top of me, still in his clothes. His crotch was pressed against my naked one. He was slowly and rhythmically bucking his hips, grinning slightly, causing friction on my cli
toris that felt more than wonderful…it felt divine.
His chest felt strong, dense, and powerful, pressing down against my breasts.
In a flash, he had put his arms underneath me, and picked me up a few inches on the bed. Putting his weight on his knees, he picked me up and moved me a few feet down towards the middle of the bed.
“I needed room to work,” he said.
He kissed me again, deeply.
Then he slowly moved his kiss down from my mouth to my neck.
I moaned in pleasure.
“I need you inside of me,” I said, not even consciously aware of what I was saying. The desire for pleasure had overtaken me…the desire for Colton had overtaken me completely. I was being commanded by something else…something other than myself…but it wasn’t Colton necessarily. It was something inside myself…my lust was commanding me...but it was more than lust...it was some kind of primal want, a primal need, for companionship, being wanted, being desired. Everyone wanted to be desired. Everyone wanted to be taken…at least, deep down.
Colton had his hands under my shirt. The next thing I knew, my shirt was off, being pulled gently over my head. He was a master at the bra…it was off faster than I could take it off myself. Let that be a warning to others: a man who takes off a bra as fast as a cowboy draws a pistol is going to be trouble…it means he’s had too much “experience” with other women.
Colton ran his tongue all the way down, slowly, over my body, working his way inch by inch closer to the place I really wanted his tongue.
It seemed like it took forever…it felt like hours were passing.
“Come on,” I said, moaning, the longing growing too intense. “I need you. I need you.”
Finally, it happened. The tip of Colton’s tongue licked my lips.
It had finally happened. He didn’t waste any time, now that he was down there.
He used his tongue and lapped at me…it was wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I breathed a huge sight of relief, and settled back to enjoy the experience, closing my eyes as if I was at the spa.
I heard a sound…other than just the wet lapping.
I opened my eyes, and saw now why Colton had moved me into the center of the bed. He was lying facedown on the bed, with just a little bit of his long legs sticking over the edge.
He was slowly humping the bed…well, it was more of a slow and powerful thrust. His cock was still in his pants. But I saw him now reach down and undo his belt buckle. His huge cock popped out, as if it was spring loaded.
It was a massively thick cock…and long too. It was simply bulging. The veins all around it were thick and ropey. But it was also a beautiful cock…it wasn’t just a grossly large cock like I had seen in the porn movies. It looked more like a real work of art, like a beautiful sculpture, with the proportions and shading exactly right, exactly the way I wanted them.
Colton saw me looking at him. “I like to get a few practice thrusts before the big event,” he said, giving me another one of his famous winks.
So he did it just like that. He thrust against the mattress with his huge heavy cock. The thrusts caused a little channel to develop in the mattress. When he lifted his head up a little, his torso came with it, and I could see his from the front. It was as if I was seeing his cock penetrating me, but from the perspective of my absolute innards, my deep insides, my womb, looking back down the head of his cock…the barrel, so to speak.
He was lapping me up…my juices were flowing and I was hot.
“Oh, Colton,” I moaned, as loud as I could…I wasn’t even trying…the moan just came out.
“I need you,” said Colton, lifting his head up just a little, and pausing his thrusts against the mattress. “I need to be inside you right now.”
“I need you, too,” I said. “I need to feel you deep inside me. Come up here on top of me, baby.”
Colton pushed his body up so that he was on top of me. His weight felt reassuring, not to mention incredibly sexy. I helped him undo the buttons on his western-style shirt. His naked chest was suddenly revealed as we took his shirt off one sleeve at a time.
His chest was hairy…very hairy. But it was sexy. I didn’t like men with hairless chests. Everyone had their own opinion. But I personally still think that there is something much more primal about a men with a healthy amount of chest hair. His muscles on his torso were sinewy…he didn’t have much body fat at all…
Our naked bodies pressed together. I could feel his deep breathing…he was excited…I was still moaning softly…in a complete emotional limbo. My vision and senses seemed to have changed…I was no longer aware of a world outside the hotel room…I was really no longer aware of anything but my body and Colton’s body.
Colton pushed his cock against me…it was large, stabbing into the area between my legs, but not quite inside of me yet. He was using it to tease me a little…he kept pushing the tip gently right against me…just enough to make me moan louder.
“I need you,” I said, pleading. “Put it inside me. I need you.”
With my hands, I seized his head by the sides.
“Please,” I said, “Please put it inside me…I need you right now.”
He obeyed. Oh, did he obey.
He pushed inside me.
He was gentle. He did it slowly. He did it just the way he should have.
But he was so big…it had been years since I had had a cock that large inside of me…or even seen one that big. But, come to think of it, that probably had been the largest cock I had ever received in my life…but it didn’t seem so large at the time, perhaps, because of how well it was shaped. You always read about these women gasping at the sight of club-sized cocks, swinging between some Neanderthal’s legs…Colton’s cock just didn’t strike me as that sort of cock.
I felt the full brunt of his cock enter me…his cock was beautiful and it was a beautiful experience.
“Oh, Colton,” I said, crying out, letting out little inadvertent noises…like a small animal with a high-pitched cry.
He rode me slowly at first. He was easing into it.
I heard him exhale a deep breath…
“That feels so good,” he said, his voice deep. “I love being inside of you.”
“I love having you deep inside me,” I said, moaning. “Go deeper, please.”
“Like this?” he said, bucking his hips powerfully. The power of his thrust pushed me into the mattress. His powerful body was pushing against me, thrusting again and again, as deep as he could go each time. It was amazing that he could thrust that deep and that quickly at the same time.
“You’re so wet,” he said, leaning down and whispering into my ear…it was a hot throaty whisper. “It makes it easy for my cock to go so deep. Why are you so wet, baby?”
“I don’t…I don’t know,” I said, managing to get the words out…the exertion from getting fucked so intensely was intense…I was surprised I was able to speak at all.
“You’re wet for me…for my cock. Your body knew it wanted my cock, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said, the words coming out like a half-moan, half-cry.
“You knew you wanted me when you saw me at the bar, didn’t you? You were already wet for me then, weren’t you?” As he said this, he thrust even harder. His cock was all the way inside, all the way up to the hilt. It felt wonderful.
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, I was wet at the bar just looking at you.”
“Good, that’s good baby,” he said, in a comforting voice, while he continued to fuck me…I want to say he fucked me viciously, but that isn’t that the case. It might be more accurate to say he fucked me as hard as if he was fucking me viciously, but the intent and the motions were completely different. He was fucking me as if he wanted me…but more than want…a need, an absolute need. He couldn’t do with out me. He had to fuck me. He had to have me. And I had to have him…have him inside me.
I was usually a woman who normally needed plenty of clitoral stimulation in order to come. Usually, I had
to make suggestions to the men I was sleeping with, guiding them in the right direction. Or else I simply took care of the need myself…I realize that isn’t exactly considered kosher by some men, but I didn’t care in the least bit. I was a woman and had needs just like they did.
In the past, when I was a little younger, I had been scared to rub my clitoris while having sex, or to tell the man anything that he might do differently…that’s the way we had all been raised by the culture…we weren’t supposed to make any suggestions…we were just supposed to lie back and let the man do what he wanted…if he took care of our needs that was great…and if not, we could take care of them later in private, although we never talked about that of course.
I’m immensely glad I finally had the breakthrough…the realization that there wasn’t anything wrong with it. Why should just a cock inside me make me come? Why was it my fault if that didn’t happen, if a cock inside me wasn’t enough? Why shouldn’t I be allowed to ask for what I wanted in sex…after all sex was supposed to be a two-person activity? It wasn’t just for the man.
But what was happening to me now with Colton was incredible…it was simply that I didn’t need the clitoral stimulation. I mean, sure, it had felt absolutely wonderful when he had gone down on me…and for a moment I thought that his pelvic bone was pushing against my clitoris…but no, that wasn’t the case.
I was sure of it now…the only way he was pleasuring me was with his cock…with straight penetration. Of course, the penetration was much, much more intense than usual. For one thing, his cock was bigger. Also, he was simply fucking me much more intensely than the other men I had been with. It might have also had something to do with his skill…he seemed quite good at what he was doing. I couldn’t begin to figure out exactly what it was he was doing…they weren’t “moves” exactly, at least not in the traditional sense of a move that a guy learns in order to please a woman.
Instead, Colton seemed to have some innate sense of what would feel good to me. Or maybe it was just that he was doing what felt good to him…and those same things felt good to me too. Either way, we had some sort of connection. I wasn’t sure what would seem more impressive or stranger to me: whether he was anticipating my desires or merely fulfilling his own.
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